by Stasia Black
I trip up on my own thoughts at the word. Aw fuck. Scarlet was right. I do think about the homeless as them.
I glance over at her as if she can read my thoughts. Of course she can’t. Her gaze is laser focused ahead. Right. Because we’re jogging. Exercise. That’s what this is about. And spending time together, even if it’s more significant to me than it is to her. I know I’m rich and I’m providing an opportunity for her. This arrangement is transactional by nature. Scarlet was very upfront about that.
But what about her opening up to you just now?
She didn’t have to tell me any of that about her past. She didn’t have to come jogging with me either. Sure, I might have fantasized about things being a little different between us, but really I’d just love to see more than the brief glimpses of her I get as she delivers my meals.
She’s been clear about the arrangement she wants, though.
Then again, there was the thrift store.
Goddammit, is this attraction one-sided or not? The more days that pass, the more I start thinking that those stolen moments in front of the mirror in the furniture section were just another fantasy of mine. A fucking vivid fantasy, sure, but just a creation of my imagination nonetheless.
We’ve covered the half mile of the park’s panhandle and finally enter the park proper. Scarlet takes the lead and heads off the main road onto a smaller trail to the right. I follow, quickly catching up. The trail is barely wide enough for me to jog shoulder to shoulder with her.
She’s jogging with what seems like a single-minded determination. Her arms pump hard, her eyes are focused in front of her, and her long, slim legs stretch to their full extension with each footfall. She pulls ahead of me, arms slicing through the air. She cuts onto an even narrower path, extending her lead since now we’re forced to jog single file. Her long blonde ponytail swings back and forth in front of me.
She did say she liked nature and this path heads into a thickly wooded area. The forest is made up of unusual trees. Oaks, maybe? They aren’t the towering redwoods I know grow deeper in the park. No, these branch out close to the ground, with several trunks springing upwards from the forest floor that fork off in multiple Y splits.
And green. Green everywhere. Tiny green leaves sprouted from the trees. Then there’s the bright green of the grass. And the shrubs that have sprouted up at the base of the oaks.
If I couldn’t hear the distant traffic from a few blocks away, I’d swear Scarlet worked some fairy magic shit and transported us back to the land of her people. When I run here, I usually just stick to the main paved trails that run through the center of the park.
I’m so busy taking in everything, I barely notice that Scarlet’s stopped in front of me. I slow down just before I plow into her.
“Whoa,” I say, stopping and rubbing at my sweaty hairline with my forearm. “Want to take a breather?” I’m panting myself. She was setting a mean pace that last little bit. I lean over and put my hands on my knees.
“Actually, I want you to fuck me.”
Chapter 5
I almost swallow my tongue as I jerk my head to look up at Scarlet.
“What?” The high-pitched question doesn’t sound like it came from my throat, but then again, those words couldn’t have just come from her mouth. I swing my head to look around us, but we’re all alone on this little barely-there path.
“I said,” Scarlet’s voice comes out clear and articulated, and when I look back at her, I see that indeed, she is the one speaking, perfectly calmly, eyes direct on me, “I’m going to go a little ways into the woods over there,” she points behind her, “bend over, and I want you to cram me full of your cock.”
She reaches into the side of her bra, tugging it down a little and exposing more of those luscious breasts and holy fuck—
What the hell is going on right now?
I swing my head around again because. What. The. Fuck?
When Scarlet produces a foil-wrapped condom, I scrub a hand down my face. Okay, it’s official. This is a dream. One of those super-charged sex-deprived dreams. I haven’t gotten laid for, what? Over three and a half weeks, since all that drama went down with my ex. And having Scarlet in my house is just doing a number on me—
Dream Scarlet slaps the condom in my hand.
It sure feels fucking real.
“What’s going on?” It comes out as a whisper.
Scarlet’s eyebrows furrow. “I see the way you look at me.”
I feel my neck go hot. Shit. Guess I’m not as suave as I thought I was about hiding that shit. “I’m sorry—”
“I’m not,” she cuts me off. “Not if you’re willing to do something about it.”
Fuck. Just like that, I’m hard. All the blood rushing south, use my dick as a pick-ax kind of hard.
Her eyes shoot toward the trees off to the side of the path. With that, she leaves the condom in my hands and heads toward the cluster of oaks, pulling the tiny shirt she’s wearing off over her head as she goes. The bra follows.
I stand there blinking for a long moment.
Not real. None of this can be fucking real.
But remember the thrift store? Maybe she’s just freaky like this and likes it out in public?
If that’s true, then holy shit, this might be real. And Scarlet just invited me to plow that sweet field. Dirty, dirty angel.
That’s enough to galvanize me into action. I take off in the direction Scarlet went. The trees aren’t that thick. Even from the trail, I can still see the flash of pale skin, the glint of white-blonde hair. She didn’t go that far. She’s off the beaten path, but far from completely hidden.
My girl likes it naughty.
I don’t even have a moment to question the my part of my girl, though, because as I round a tree, Scarlet comes into full view.
Every glorious, completely naked inch of her.
She stripped it all off. Even her underwear. She’s leaning over, completely naked, her perfect apple-bottomed ass sticking out. Holy fuck, her legs are spread and even from here I can glimpse her beautiful, glistening pink pussy.
That image alone is enough to kill me but what makes my cock jump in my shorts is her hand buried in her cunt going to town on herself.
She’s holding herself up with her other hand on the curving trunk of the tree. Her hair’s undone from its tie and when she tosses her head to look over her shoulder at me, the fall of blonde cascading down her back makes her look absolutely otherworldly.
Fucking temptress wood nymph.
I move toward her like I’m in a trance. Completely under her spell.
As soon as I do, she turns her head back to the tree and braces both her hands against the trunk, leaning down further and sticking her ass out even more, swaying it back and forth slightly.
I’m over to her in two strides. As I approach, I move slightly around her so I can see her full breasts dangling like plump, low-hanging fruit. My cock points straight toward her now, begging to get free of my restraining shorts.
I don’t know what to touch first. I want to explore every inch of her. Not being able to resist one more second, I dip one hand around and palm one of those gorgeous breasts.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, it’s just as sweet and soft as I thought it might be. Christ, she’s all real, luscious woman. Not fake and plastic like too many women I’ve been with.
I can’t help shoving my rock hard cock against that luscious ass of hers. She wiggles back against me and fuck, I’m going to bust through the nylon shorts I’m wearing.
I can smell her cunt. She’s wet. She’s fucking sopping.
“Tell me to fuck you.” I lean over and rasp in her ear. “I want to hear your innocent little mouth say that word again.”
“Get on with it and fuck me,” she growls, arching her back and grinding her ass into me.
Christ, fuck, I was going to move slower. I’ve been fantasizing about how I’d take Scarlet all week. It’d be a slow seduction. Wine. Rose petals. That kind of shit.
“Fucking fuck me,” she hisses, and it’s a lot louder than a whisper, like she’s daring someone to catch us.
And it just tips something over the edge for me. I rip the condom wrapper open.
“Fuck me,” she says again, even louder.
I push my shorts down, grab my thick cock and a second later have the condom down the shaft.
Then before I can slow down or think about what I’m doing, I’ve grabbed her pale white hips, lined myself up, and shoved inside her sweet little cunt.
I grunt out low with every inch I push in. After the first breach, reason seems to smack me upside the head. Or maybe it’s just that everything gets hyper-focused, all my senses seem more enhanced as a result.
Her pussy is like a fucking vise around me. I’ve never felt anyone so hot or tight.
“That’s right,” I pant, “that’s right, honey, let me in.”
I keep pushing until I’m all the way in, bottoming out inside her. As much as I want to pull out and start jacking in and out of her like a goddamned battering ram, using her and fucking her exactly like she was begging just a moment ago, there’s something about the way her whole body has gone tense and rigid. I have an arm around her waist and another against the tree right by hers to hold myself up and shit, that’s when I pinpoint what it is I’m feeling—she’s shaking in my arms. Trembling. I feel it everywhere, from the inside out since she’s impaled by me.
“Shh, baby.” I push aside the hair at the back of her neck and kiss her there, over and over, unable to bear the thought that I might have hurt her. “I got you. I got you, honey.”
I kiss her up to her ear, soothing and whispering I don’t even know what—shit that’s certainly never come out of my mouth before. I just know I want her to feel good. Safe. I want to bring her pleasure. I want her to fly in my arms, to lose her shit, just like she did when she was touching herself in front of that mirror at the store.
But I don’t want her eyes distant like they were then. I want her with me. I want her aware each and every moment whose dick is stuffed up inside her. Giving it to her.
My hand around her waists drifts down to her mound. She’s unshaved though neatly trimmed. She’s natural. I glimpsed it in the store, sure, but feeling it is something completely different. Another reminder that she’s unlike any other woman I’ve been with. That she’s real.
I growl in her ear and dip lower to suck at her neck. I move my hips the slightest bit to shift in her as I roll my fingers through the top of her curls, seeking the little bud there.
It’s killing me, not moving inside her, but I do it. I’ll go as slow as she needs. She jerks beneath me but doesn’t pull away. She doesn’t pull off my cock either.
She swallows though, and I notice her fingers go white-knuckled on the tree bark. She’s waiting for me to make the next move. And fuck me, but I swear I get harder inside her. Because as brazen as she was about getting us in this position, I don’t think she’s ever done this kind of thing before. She’s not some kind of nymphomaniac with an extensive history of kinky public sex. Whatever this compulsion is, it’s new and she’s trying it out with me.
I suck harder at her neck at the same time my fingers dip beneath that hood at the top of her pussy. I swirl my index finger over her clit and her back arches into me.
Only then do I slide my cock out of her, almost to the tip before pushing back in at a tortuous pace.
Holy motherfucking—
All my nerve-endings feel lit on fire. I drop my head and lean my forehead against her back. She’s still trembling but her hips move slightly back and forth in what I can only assume is her attempt at an encouraging motion.
It’s such a naïve gesture, like that of someone who’s just beginning at sex and doesn’t know what they want yet or how to get it. Which only speaks more to her inexperience. She’s an angel after all in spite of her brash talk. And she’s letting me be the one to dirty her up. Fuck if I don’t want it. I want it bad.
I lean back on my heels so I can balance just on my legs to free up my hands. This way I can keep playing with her while grabbing one of those sweet titties with the other hand. I take her nipple between my fingers and squeeze and pinch and roll it.
She pitches forward, letting out a high-pitched squeak of surprise. I pump my hips even harder, pulling my chest from her back even as I keep torturing her nipple.
But I need to see it—oh yeah, that’s right. I watch my cock plowing into her, disappearing into the place between those ripe ass cheeks of hers.
Her waist is so slim and then it curves out into that fabulous ass. That ass. Goddamn, that ass. I drop her breast and grab her waist and pump in and out, in and out, watching my cock take her and take her.
Christ, the visual plus the feel of her around me, so fuckin’ insane. I bottom out and swirl my hips all around, feeling every contour of her from the inside out.
For a minute I lose myself in it, pumping away, closing my eyes and fucking, just fucking. Then I have to open my eyes, hungry for the sight of her, to watch myself conquering that ass.
Which is when I see that she’s not loose at all anymore. Both her hands are on the tree and she’s bent over and just…taking it.
I can see a little bit of her face. And there’s nothing there. She looks vacant. Her eyes aren’t closed. She’s staring off into the trees but she might as well be scrolling through her Instagram feed for as much interest as she’s paying to what’s going on—to the fact that I’m inside her.
What the actual fuck?
What happened to the woman coming apart in my arms just moments ago?
I let go of her hips and yank my t-shirt off over my head. Then, to my cock’s great protest, I pull out of her slick cunt.
“Are you finished?” Scarlet asks, looking back at me in surprise.
I leave my incredulousness for another time. I have bigger things to deal with right now. Number one, teaching this girl that I know how to fuck her the right way.
Christ, I swear here and now that she’ll never be left wondering if we’re fucking finished.
With the little bit of patience I can manage, I move behind her and lay out my t-shirt on the oak’s bending trunk that cuts in a low V to the ground. Then, not trusting myself with words at this point, I grab Scarlet around the waist and push her back against the trunk where my shirt lays covering the bark. Hopefully it will protect the skin of her back, and if not, she’ll be experiencing too much pleasure to fucking care if she gets a few marks.
Immediately I drop to my knees in front of her, grab her thighs, and bury my face in her cunt.
“No!” Her whole body jolts as my tongue makes contact with her clit and she tries to squirm away from me. “I don’t want that.”
I would stop—no always means no in my book—but even as she says the words, her thighs slip open wider. I’ll lick and suckle for a little longer. If she says no again or pulls my head away, I’ll have to try another tactic.
But she seems to have lost the will for words. And I keep lapping her up. Goddamn, she tastes good too—which isn’t always a given. Yeah, it’s PC to say that all vag tastes awesome, like honey or some crap, but that’s a load of shit. You get a girl who loves eating McDonald's or who’s on a Paleo kick, and that pussy is gonna taste rancid.
But Scarlet’s tastes like…I tongue inside her as I try to put my finger on what exactly it is I’m tasting. A really expensive wine, juicy, maybe with a little hint of raisin and the tiniest bit sweet.
And the way she’s reacting to me, fuck. Her thighs clamp around my head and her hands dig into my hair. I grab her ass and start massaging, rubbing the scruff of my five o’clock shadow against her inner thighs. Then I elongate my tongue as much as I can and plunge it inside her a few more times before latching back onto her clit.
Tastes. So. Fucking. Good.
I reach one hand down, yank off the condom and start pulling on my dick, jacking myself quick. Fuck, the taste of her. She’s trembling a
gain. She’s getting closer and I want to come with her.
She yanks on my hair. Hard.
My heart sinks. Did I go too far? Does she not want this after all?
I release her clit and start to lift my head but then she uses her grip in my hair and shoves me back into her cunt. A rush of pleasure rips through me and I start licking even more furiously. I nip and use my teeth. She shudders even harder.
“Aw fuck, that’s right,” I whisper between licks. “Come apart right here. Naked in the middle of the goddamned city. With me eating you out where anyone could see.” Then I stop talking and focus all my energy on eating her out and jacking myself off.
One of her legs drops away, but only to stiffen.
I look up her gorgeous fucking body while I keep at it, latching onto her clit like it’s a nipple and suckling without mercy. Her breasts jiggle as the pleasure rips through her, her face mottled in that expression that looks like pain but I know is really pleasure. I keep sucking her through the climax. When she’s still heaving from aftershocks, I rise up over her. Jacking my cock hard, I growl through my teeth and cum all over her gorgeous fucking tits and down her stomach.
Then, while she watches, still gasping to get her breath and eyes wide with shock, I wipe my seed all over her breasts, massaging it in like it’s lotion.
Fucking marking her as mine.
I hold her eyes the whole time I do this, pinching her nipples every time I pass by her breasts. My cum dries on her body with the breeze and warm air. Only then do I hold out a hand to help her up off the slanted trunk of the tree. As soon as she gets to standing, though, it’s like whatever spellbinding us is broken.
She turns her back to me and leans over to gather her discarded clothes from the grass. Without looking at me, she tosses me the shirt I laid out on the tree trunk. I catch it midair. Not that she sees.
She has her underwear and leggings on by the time I’ve tucked myself back in my shorts and have my t-shirt on.