by Smyth, R. A
“It’s a surprise,” is all he says, making me roll my eyes at him.
“I dunno, Ty. We literally just talked about not leaving the property the other day.”
“We’re not going anywhere near Crescentwood,” he reassures me. “I promise, I’ll keep us safe. We’ll be fine.”
I hesitate a moment longer. The thought of getting out of here for a bit sounds amazing. I’m not used to being cooped up inside and I know Ty is feeling the same itch I am to get some fresh air and stretch our legs.
“Fine,” I relent. A huge grin spreads across his face at my reluctant agreement, and he swoops in to give me a quick kiss before pulling open the front door and ushering me out to the car.
We drive for an hour, talking shit and singing to the radio, mucking around and pretending that we’re normal teenagers hanging out together.
Eventually, Ty pulls off the main road, onto a narrow side road that takes us deeper into the forest. About a mile up the road, it ends, a barrier blocking anyone from driving any further. Not put off, Ty parks up on a verge at the side of the road and climbs out.
“What are we doing here?” I ask, climbing out of the car as he grabs his backpack out of the backseat and closes the door, coming to join me.
“We’re going for a walk,” he states, like it should be obvious. He grabs my hand and directs us over to the barrier across the road. There is a narrow gap at the side that we squeeze through before continuing up the forest path.
We walk in silence for a long time, listening to the sounds of the forest all around us. It’s been so long since I’ve got to go exploring along the trails, and I’ve really missed it. I can’t believe Ty thought to do this for me. It’s so thoughtful.
We’ve been walking for an hour or more when Ty pulls me off the main trail onto a narrow side trail. It’s darker and more secluded.
“Ty,” I laugh, “where are we going?”
Instead of answering me, he pulls me into him, wrapping an arm around my waist and grabbing the back of my head with his other hand, holding me against him as his lips touch mine in a passionate kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth in a move that has me instantly melting into him, needing more.
When he pulls away, the hungry gleam from this morning is back in his eyes, my body heating as understanding hits me. He brought me out here for sex. Wild mountain sex.
I can’t help but laugh. “Really? Here?”
“Mmm,” he murmurs, his lips moving along my jaw. “You’ve no idea how often I dream of fucking you in the wild,” he whispers, moving down to leave open-mouthed kisses along my neck. I’m pretty sure I know how much he wants this. If hearing him sleep talk about it wasn’t enough, his hard erection pressing into my abdomen would be a definite give away.
Coming back to my lips, he gives me another hungry kiss, grinding his dick against me, before he takes a couple of steps back.
The sudden loss of his body pressed against mine leaves me feeling bereft, and I look at him in confusion for a second.
“Strip for me, pretty girl,” he demands huskily.
I glance around me, making sure we’re definitely alone. “Here?” I ask nervously, but my hand is already lowering the zipper of my coat, shrugging it off my shoulders.
“You didn’t seem to mind an audience at the party,” he replies absently, his gaze roaming over my body, taking in every inch of exposed skin as I reach down to clench the bottom of my t-shirt, slowly lifting it up, exposing my abdomen and the bottom of my bra.
He tracks the movement hungrily, his eyes never straying from my hands as I slowly expose myself to him, pulling the top over my head and dropping it on top of my coat.
It’s only February and still cold out, but right now all I feel is the heat thrumming through my body, my need for Ty overpowering my need for warmth.
I move to the waistband of my shorts next, slowly unbuttoning them and drawing the zip down, giving Ty a hint of the black lace panties that match my bra before I shimmy them over my ass and down my legs, dropping them at my feet and stepping out of them, using my foot to flick them onto my coat along with my top.
I can see Ty’s chest as it rises and falls in time with his rapid breaths. He palms his cock through his jeans, rubbing his hand up and down his long length, trying to hold himself back.
The way he watches me and reacts to my every move makes me feel so damn sexy and powerful. I feel like a fucking goddess right now.
I reach up and unhook my bra, drawing the straps down my arm until the cups fall away from my breasts. My nipples stand to attention, a mixture of the cold air and Ty’s heated look. I give him a coy look as I add it to my growing pile of clothes. I hook my fingers in the sides of my panties and draw them down my legs, kicking them onto the pile as well, so I’m standing there, completely naked in front of Ty, in the middle of a goddamn forest.
“Turn around and put your hands against the tree,” he demands in a gravelly voice so filled with sex and need, that it has my pussy drenched.
Doing as he says, I turn my back to Ty, giving him a perfect view of my ass as I strut over to one of the trees behind me and press my palms against the rough bark.
He isn’t able to hold himself back for long and I soon hear him moving up behind me, pressing his warm body against mine. There’s something downright dirty about me being completely naked out in the open while he still has all his clothes on. It only serves to drive my desire higher.
He slaps my ass cheek, causing me to gasp before he rubs his hand over it, squeezing the cheek. I press back into his touch, feeling his hard length rubbing against me.
He moves his hand, stroking up my back until he reaches my neck. He sweeps my hair out of the way, brushing it over one shoulder while he kisses along my other shoulder and up the back of my neck.
“I want to fuck you until you scream my name, claim you over and over until every single piece of you is mine,” he growls against my ear, his dirty words making me wetter.
He wraps a hand round my waist, dipping down between my thighs. “You’re so fucking wet already,” he appraises. “You love this, don’t you? Standing naked out in the open, knowing anyone could walk past and spot us.” He slides his fingers into my pussy and I release a low moan as he expertly pumps in and out of me. The thrill of the danger combined with his dirty words has me so close to coming already.
“We’re not leaving this forest today until your legs are so weary I have to carry you home,” he growls as my orgasm crashes into me and I cry out, my pussy clenching around his fingers
Damn, I’m used to easy-going, playful Ty, but I could totally get on board with this possessive, demanding side of him.
He quickly undoes his jeans, pulling out his cock and lining it up with my entrance, using his hand on my back to push down until I’m bent over, my ass jutting out.
He slams into me, and I cry out. I may have just orgasmed, but I already need more of him. He thrusts in and out at a punishing pace, his grip tight on my hips, preventing me from being able to do anything but take each thrust he delivers.
His hand comes round, dipping between my legs, and he covers his fingers in my juices before moving back around to my ass, his fingers swirling round my puckered hole. “Have you ever had someone finger your ass before?” He pants between thrusts.
“No,” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper. I desperately need a release and the thought of him going where no one else has been before is driving me insane.
He pushes the tip of his finger into me, and I can feel a slight burn. He holds tightly to my hip so I can’t move away as, inch by inch, he inserts his finger until he’s fully inside me.
I take a second to adjust but the pain quickly recedes, replaced by an intense pleasure as he pumps finger in and out in tandem with his cock. The combined sensation eliciting a loud moan as he groans behind me.
“You like that, pretty girl? You like my finger fucking your ass while my dick punishes your cunt?”
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Yes,” I cry, unable to take any more.
“You’re so greedy. My dirty girl. I bet you’d love it if one of the other guys was here too, fucking your ass instead of my finger, wouldn’t you?”
Fuck, the thought of taking two of them at once sends me tumbling into another intense orgasm, my legs threatening to give out beneath me.
Ty wraps his arms tight around me, holding me in place as he pumps in and out of me at a frantic pace, extending the aftershocks of my orgasm until he reaches his own climax, emptying himself inside me, his face pressed against my back as he groans out his release.
We stay like that for a long moment, him still seated inside of me while we catch our breaths. After a while, he presses a soft kiss to my back, pulling out of me.
I haven’t had a chance to do anything but stand up straight when he spins me around, pushing my back against the tree, his lips crashing down on mine. This kiss is hot and passionate, filled with lust and desire, but it’s also soft and affectionate and perfectly Ty, riding along that edge of rough and dangerous, yet compassionate.
He pulls back so he can look me in the eye. I see so much emotion in them. “I don’t know how I got lucky enough to have you in my life. You’re fucking perfect for me.” His lips meet mine again, this time the kiss is softer and slower, more luxurious, like we have all the time in the world to savor one another and commit to memory every part of each other.
When we break apart, he rests his forehead against mine, blocking out the entire world around us. All that exists is me and Ty. His eyes never leave mine and I can feel his breaths blowing against my lips as he whispers, “I’m in love with you.”
I hitch my leg up around his hip. His hand automatically moves to hold it in place and provide me with the leverage to wrap my other leg around his waist, as he lifts me up, his hands palming my ass as he pushes me harder against the tree. Our new position has his cock, which he never tucked away and is once again standing to attention, positioned at my entrance and he doesn’t hesitate to push inside of me, slowly moving until he’s seated deep within me.
We haven’t stopped looking at one another the whole time, our foreheads still pressed together. “I’m in love with you too,” I whisper, tilting my head so our lips touch, kissing him gently as he thrusts shallowly, his movements in complete contrast to the hard fuck we just had.
It’s not long until we’re both grunting out our releases, and he sets me back down on shaky legs. Tucking himself away this time, Ty moves to grab my pile of clothes and his backpack, coming back over to me and handing me a packet of tissues he had stuffed in his bag.
I quickly clean up and re-dress. With one last kiss, Ty grabs my hand and we head back into the main trail. “Where to now?”
“There’s a lake another couple of miles up the trail, I thought we could wander up and see it. It’s a nice day for a dip.”
I laugh because it’s cold and definitely not a good day to go swimming.
“Did you bring swimming gear and towels in that bag of yours?”
He snorts. “No point in putting a bikini in for you if I’m just going to take it off, is there?” He purrs, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me against him, kissing the top of my head. Well, he has a point there.
“It will be baltic in the water,” I tell him, adamant that I’m not getting in and freezing to death.
“Cold?” He questions, looking at me curiously.
Chuckling, I nod in agreement.
A sly, knowing grin spreads across his face. “I can think of a couple of things we can do to keep warm,” he responds, waggling his eyebrows up and down, causing me to burst out laughing.
“Yeah, I bet you can.”
Chapter 10
After our sexcapades in the woods the other day—where I finally got me some wild mountain sex—we’ve stayed close to home. After the lecture I got from Aiden and Preston, you’d think I’d taken Sophie into town and paraded her around for Kirk to find. I’m used to Aiden chewing me out for stupid shit, but now it’s like there’s two of him—I’m so not on board with that!
The two of them were fucking raging at me when we got home, but I can’t bring myself to regret any of it. I fucking hate being cooped up in this stupid place. I’m used to being able to come and go whenever I want, so being stuck here in this tin can is driving me fucking nuts.
Besides, I didn’t take her anywhere near Crescentwood. I would never put her in harm’s way, but I could see she was as fed up as I am, and things have been pretty shit for all of us recently. I’m still covered in bruises and it fucking hurts when I take a deep breath.
A day alone with my girl was exactly the distraction I needed. What we both needed. I get that we have to be careful, and not take any unnecessary risks, but we also need to do things that will keep us sane, remind us of the purpose of all of this, of what we’re fighting for.
“Fucker! Hurry up, I need in there!” Preston yells, banging on the bathroom door. “I’m going to be fucking late!”
It’s several long minutes before the lock disengages and the door swings open, revealing Aiden standing with a towel wrapped around his waist, steam billowing out of the bathroom behind him. A ‘fuck you’ smile spreads across his face at Preston’s glower.
“What the fuck, dude?! You’ve nowhere to go, why do you always have to use the bathroom first?”
“You snooze, you lose.” Aiden grins as Preston shoves his way past him into the bathroom, slamming the door.
Shaking my head, I bark out a laugh. It’s so fucking easy to rile Preston up.
A half asleep Barrett stumbles down the stairs, going straight for the coffee pot and pouring himself a mug, before dropping into a seat at the table opposite me and downing half the coffee in one gulp.
“Morning, sunshine,” I grin at him, my cheery attitude making him scowl. He’s so not a morning person. His usual easy-going attitude is non-existent before coffee and a shower. It’s fucking hilarious.
Downing his mug, he sets it in the sink and heads for the bathroom.
“You might be waiting a while,” I tell him. “Preston just went in.”
Ignoring me, he tries the door handle anyway.
“What the fuck?!”
Banging on the door with his fist, he then storms back over to the kitchen table, collapsing into the seat and resting his forehead on his arms on the tabletop, grumbling something to himself.
Ignoring him, I go back to drinking my coffee and playing on my phone. My favourite Youtuber just uploaded a new video where he challenged himself to eat 100,000 calories in a day. The amount he has to consume to achieve that is fucking insane. I’m not sure if I’m impressed or disgusted.
I’m several minutes into the video when the bathroom door opens and Preston steps out.
“About fucking time, man,” Barrett grumbles, scraping his chair back from the table and getting up, scowling as he barges past Preston.
“Hurry the fuck up, Barrett!” Preston yells up the stairs, forty-five minutes later. Even Sophie has got up, showered and dressed before Barrett is ready. What the fuck does he do that takes so long?
“I’m coming,” he growls back, storming down the stairs, glaring at Preston. “Maybe if someone hadn’t fucked around in the bathroom this morning, I could’ve been ready earlier.”
Preston turns his scowl on Aiden, who pretends to ignore the whole thing as he eats his bowl of cereal.
Once the two of them have finally left for school, grouching and snapping at each other, a peaceful quiet descends over the warehouse.
Ah, fucking bliss.
“What’s today’s plan?” Sophie asks.
“Whatever we want, as long as we stay here,” Aiden replies, pointedly looking at me, still pissed about our excursion the other day. Honestly, I think he’s mostly annoyed that he missed out on all the fun. Nothing’s stopping him from having his own little wilderness hook-up. His grumpy ass could clearly do with it.
We spend the morning scrol
ling through Netflix and watching crap, but by midday it’s obvious none of us are paying attention to what’s on the TV.
“Ugh, I’m so bored!” Sophie complains, echoing my thoughts. There’s only so much TV a person can watch in a day, and all of us have reached our limit.
Having an idea, I hook my phone up to the Bluetooth speakers, the sound of “Little Talks” by Of Monsters and Men blaring out into the room. Brimming with energy and a huge grin on my face, I jump to my feet, holding my hand out for Sophie.
She hesitates, wondering what I’m up to, but my energy is fucking infectious. “Come on, love. I think we need to dance away the boredom.”
Laughing, she lets me pull her to her feet, the two of moving to the upbeat tune, dancing around the room.
“Don’t listen to a word I say,” Sophie sings off key, shaking her ass, her arms lifted in the air as she spins around in the open space. I love seeing her like this, carefree and wild, letting her hair down and being herself. In this moment, there’s no weight on our shoulders. We aren’t hiding out in a warehouse and we don’t have The Feral Beasts on our ass. Waving our arms and shaking our hips, we forget about the fact we don’t have any idea what the fuck we’re doing in life. We just are. We’re living in this moment, letting the music flow through us, guiding our movements.
After several songs, she dances over to Aiden, swaying seductively between his legs. She’s like a fucking siren, drawing us all in.
Her shorts hug her ass and her tits bob in her tank top as she moves, making my dick stand to attention. She’s so fucking hot, and she doesn’t even know it.
I see the same need for her written on Aiden’s face. Just as he goes to reach out for her, planning on dragging her into his lap, she dances away from him, laughing her head off.
Swinging her hips, she lifts her hand, moving her index finger in a ‘come here’ motion, a coy smile playing on her lips, making me laugh.
Stepping in behind her, I place my hands on her hips, moving my pelvis with hers as we sway in time to the upbeat tune, her arms up in the air as she shakes her shoulders and circles her hips.