Brazen Ivy, page 10
“On my count?” Graham asked.
“Ready when you are.”
“Three, two, one.” We both took off, running until we reached the verandah, but paused at the steps. We stayed in the shadows and kept to the cover of the woods. I searched for any movement or flash of color in the brush. Nothing. No one lurked nearby. “I think we’re good. Ready?”
At my nod, we rushed to the box, keeping low and out of the light until the last possible moment. As I suspected, the stand was more than a platform. A hasp and catch secured the lid. After prying open the top, I spotted a note.
My shoulders slumped. All that work and running and plotting for nothing. “Damn, were we not the first ones here?”
“I can’t read it.” Graham grabbed the flashlight from the backpack and aimed the beam on the paper. “Around you be thieves. Take your chances in the leaves.”
Graham flashed the light up above our heads. Tucked high above our reach and up quite a climb, I spotted the black bandana nestled among the branches. Graham hugged me to him, brimming with excitement. “We’re winning this thing, Ivy.”
I felt more deflated than the yellow team’s tent. The only way I’d snag that black bandanna was if I climbed the tree. “Yeah, uh, about that.”
“You’re shivering,” he said, pulling away and examining my face. “You afraid of heights?”
I chewed on my bottom lip. “I’m more afraid of falling.”
His forehead wrinkled, and he rubbed the back of his neck. His lips parted as though he wanted to say something, then he shook his head and turned away from the tree. “It’s okay. We don’t have to try for it. By now enough teams must have been knocked out and we can slide right into our tent.”
I blinked. Graham, the ultimate gamer and competitor, stood ready to give up on a sure thing of winning this game without an argument or a fight. Because he knew the requirements of succeeding meant I’d be scared. How could I not care for him? Give him every effort?
I eyed the tree. “I think if you give me a boost, I can swing my leg over to that first large branch with no problem.”
His breath stilled. “Really?”
I reached for his hand and led him toward the leafy green oak tree trunk. “Let’s do this before I change my mind.”
The giant man beside me wouldn’t budge. “You can change your mind now. I mean it, we can shoot for making it to the tent.”
I shook my head. “No, I want to try.”
At his signal, we rushed to the trunk. Graham gave me a heave, and I snagged my leg over the limb and looped my arms dragging my other foot up. I held on for dear life, squeezing my eyes shut tight while I hugged the tree. My heart raced, and the blood pumped in my ears but I concentrated on taking deep, calming breaths.
“You got this, Ivy,” he encouraged. A surge of adrenaline and power fired up inside me and I blinked open my eyes. His wide grin was the first thing I saw and my throat tightened. How great it would be to wake to such a smile.
I glanced up to where the game-saving black bandana awaited and began to ascend. Graham situated his body where he stood always beneath me. To break my fall in case I lost my handhold? Okay, don’t get gooey over him, you’re up in a tree. Concentrate on not having to land on him. Still, I was more determined than ever to make it to the–
Two people, the camo team shot out onto the path. One wore a bandana; the other did not. Just like us. “There’s the box,” the blonde woman called.
Her partner pointed at us. “I think we’re too late.”
“Run. Get out of here,” I yelled to Graham, no longer hampered by the need for quiet.
He shook his head. “I’m not leaving you.”
I bit back a frustrated sigh. “But they could steal your bandana.”
He motioned toward the black bandanna just a few feet out of my reach. “Then you’d better hurry.”
The two women crossed the clearing, rushing Graham. His green bandana theirs for the taking.
I inched faster across the branch.
Their footsteps pounded on the ground as they narrowed in on him.
I grasped for the material, my fingertips brushing the crisp, cotton fabric. Once. Twice. Got it. I tugged it from the rubber band holding the bandana in place and let it drop. I’d never understood the phrase time stood still until this moment. The sound of the crickets and nightlife settled into silence. The breeze stilled. My fear of heights and the discomfort of bending to the will of the tree faded as I watched our game-saver float toward Graham’s outstretched hand. I crossed my fingers, hoping the immunity reached him before Team Camo.
The women split, approaching him from both his left and right side. He grasped the bandanna seconds before a woman’s hand grabbed his and ended the game for us.
“Safe!” I yelled, slipping a little.
“You okay?” the brunette called up to me. Competitors, sure, but safety came first.
“Yeah, I’m good.” But my leg slipped off the branch, and I hung above their heads, clinging with my hands.
Below me, Graham stood. Waiting. “I got you, Ivy. You can let go.” He spoke in a calm, reassuring tone that I desperately wanted to believe.
I shook my head so hard my hair sprung from the holder of my ponytail. Someone would have to climb up this tree and pry my fingers from off the branches before I freed my grip on purpose.
“I’ll catch you. I won’t let you fall.” Determination rang from his voice.
“He’s got ya, honey,” the other member of Team Camo called up to me.
“Okay.” I took a deep, closed my eyes and released my fingers. For a moment I floated in the air. Or maybe it was ten years, I don’t know, it felt surreal, and then with an abrupt halt, Graham’s strong arms surrounded me. My eyelids fluttered open and I spied his big beautiful. My heart flip-flopped. Knowing my fear of heights, Graham never left me. He stood below me, ready to catch me rather than win this game. I blinked back a few tears. Never have I felt the power of someone caring about me before.
I cupped his cheek. “You caught me.”
He kissed my fingertips. “Always.”
It took us fifteen minutes of solid hiking to reach our tent, my legs growing shakier with each step. With the black bandanna of immunity, we didn’t have to worry. We bumped into the Silver Team, both with full bandana, and the Orange Team, with one team member missing theirs.
“Oh, bummer. You found the health box. Where was it?”
“The platform.”
The disappointed Orange Team faded into the background to work on a new strategy and we continued on our trek. Minutes later we found our campsite ransacked. “Oh, no.” At this point, I ached to sit and rest. To be honest, the idea of searching for supplies or trudging back to the hotel, even with the allure of the suite, wore me out.
Graham squeezed my hand. “Don’t worry we still have plenty of water and snacks from the campsite we raided.”
I turned on my flashlight, dropped to my knees and crawled into the tent. “It’s not a complete mess in here. They only grabbed the stuff they could carry. There’s a mattress and a lantern.”
Graham popped his head inside, giving a quick look around and pushed against the bedding. “Hey, this isn’t half bad. I wonder why our camp raider didn’t deflate our tent.”
“Maybe they had a tender heart like you, and didn’t want to knock someone out of the game. Or were interrupted.” As he leaned over to turn on the lantern his phone buzzed, alerting us to a text. Graham’s whole demeanor changed as he read.
“Is it from Mr. Ferguson?”
“Yes. You want me to read it out loud?” he asked, sounding casual but fighting a smile.
I faked a yawn. “Nah, I can wait until morning.” His eyes widened, and I laughed. “Of course, I want you to read it.”
“Congratulations, teams! Our first merging of MMO and LARP worked even better than our development team had hoped. Team Silver won the treasure, and Team Green won the black bandanna challenge. Enjoy your sleep; you’ve earned it. They’ll be a hearty breakfast waiting for you on the verandah at 9:30 followed by a game debrief.” Graham returned his phone to his pocket.
New energy surged within me, and I wrapped my arms around Graham, giving him a tight hug. The smile on his face faded and the tension in the tent intensified, fueled by game adrenaline and our pent up desire. “We staying here?” he asked. A question, but his tone said stay here. I can’t wait.
“Here,” I told him, my voice breathless and heavy against the walls of the nylon tent. My nipples pebbled. Graham couldn’t mistake how much I wanted him. How I wanted him. Hard. Fast. Animalistic.
Though Remnants was only a game, his protection and the way we fought together to win fired an ache in my core. I burned. I hurt. I must come. Grabbing his shirt, I tugged the material and heaved it over his head. Lean muscle roped Graham’s magnificent chest. I raked my nails down his skin, thrilling at the red lines left in my wake.
Graham appeared as affected as I was, groping and stroking me everywhere. My T-shirt landed on the ground. My bra followed. He lowered his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth. Hard. My back arched presenting my body to him. More. I seized the button on his shorts, panting. “I need you inside me. Now.”
“I’ll give and you’ll take.” He shoved my hands away, establishing his control. “Take whatever I give you. How I give it to you.”
Lost in the forceful dominance of his words, I laced my fingers together behind my back, yielding my power to him. As we’d rushed through the wood and battled against the other teams, we’d devolved. Pair bonded, we connected to the primordial, into a baser version of ourselves that civilization hadn’t worn away.
“Strip,” he ordered.
Hooking my fingers into the waistband of my leggings, I dragged the pants down my legs, taking my panties with them. His eyes narrowed as he zeroed in on the space between my thighs. His face tightened with currents of electric desire and his need for me. He promised to take me, and I knew our coupling wouldn’t be gentle or sweet but rough and hard. The exact way I needed his cock.
“Get on the bed and spread your legs.” His words were harsh. I doubted he’d planned anything except for what he desired for me to do next. I stretched out on the mattress, letting my knees fall to the side, exposing my wet pussy to him.
The dim light from the lantern cast shadows on his face, outlining the bluntness of his jaw and raw need. “You’re soaking wet.”
My nipples puckered at the approval in his rough voice. He leaned forward and licked down the seam of my pussy. My back arched off the mattress, and I writhed at the pleasure.
“I get drunk on your scent. High from your taste.” He flicked my clit with his tongue and my toes curled into the sleeping bag covering the bed. “My woman likes that.”
I nodded. “So much.”
He propped himself on his knees, and finally finally removed his shorts. His beautiful cock sprang forward, hard and straight and dripping with pre-cum. Could I take the pounding I knew he’d deliver? A trickle of panic flickered through me. Oh, fuck I liked that spark of alarm. I glommed onto that feeling of vulnerability and at Graham’s strength. His power allowed me to explore a whole new side to me, and the heady unknown rocked my world.
“Roll over. Get on all fours. I gotta have that ass.”
I gasped. “Graham, uh I–”
“Now,” he ordered.
I followed his instructions, lifting my backside in the air. His hand came down on my cheek. He’d meant to punish and dominate, but I was so far gone, his slap activated a delicious pattern of vibrating sensation through the folds of my pussy.
“You liked that, didn’t you?”
He pressed my legs apart, not waiting for my answer. I felt the rough hair of his thighs against the backs of mine, then the crown of his cock probed me. I stiffened, not ready for this. I expected another slap to my ass at my unruly reaction to his power, but Graham simply stroked his palm down my spine. Soothing me the way a cowboy gentled a skittish horse.
His tongue followed the path his hand took down my back. “Relax, Ivy. We won’t do anything you can’t handle.”
His quick reassurance, even though I knew he ached to dominate me to the edge of my reason, eased away my fears. The tension knotting my muscles fled. Moments later his fingers plunged inside my wet heat.
My hands curled into the sleeping bag, his overwhelming invasion forcing me to breathe through my clenched teeth. Felt. So. Damn. Good. I wiggled my ass at him. “Do it. I want you.”
Graham slid his long fingers from my slick walls, gripped my hips to position me how he wanted, and then plunged inside me.
“Yesssss,” I hissed, feeling the fullness I’d so desperately craved.
“Ivy, I’m going to fill you. Touch you everywhere.”
My elbows locked, and I remembered his words. I gotta have that ass.
The shakiness returned to my legs, and my throat dried. “I’ve never...” I licked my lips. “No one has ever...”
“You want this, Ivy. Crave what I’ll give you. Your ass lifts to meet my fingers. Cream from your pussy coats my dick at the thought.”
I trembled because his words rang with truth. Him invading my ass both terrified and electrified me. Before, nothing about anal intrigued me, but an orgasm only he could deliver beckoned out of reach. The sole way I’d seize that intensity was if I yielded every part of my body. My head lowered, and I bit the corner of my lip. “I want you everywhere.”
He cupped my ass, spreading me wider for his view. His thumb stroked along the seam, delving between the cheeks and I tensed. He slammed into my cunt, stealing my thoughts away from his actions to my virgin hole. I’m no longer analyzing his moves, just living them.
With each thrust of his cock, his thumb drew dangerously closer to my opening. His other hand circled around my clit. Once. Twice. I bucked against him, my body rocked and trembled, nearing my peak. I’m pure lust. Desire at its most ancient. A woman taken in the woods. I’m beyond care what he does to me. If he wanted to fuck me in the ass, I’d welcome his thrusts. Just as long as he kept making me feel this way. So close...
“Don’t come,” he growled into my ear, and Graham slid his cock from my pussy.
I whimpered as frustration clawed at me. His hand shifted from my clit to the entrance, plunging between my folds. He teased and taunted me with his fingers, coating them in my wetness. I grow mindless, frantic for his hard possession again. Restless because I understood why he’d covered his fingers with my honeyed essence. To ease himself within my tender passage.
Graham withdrew his fingers and rammed his cock inside my vagina with a groan. Bliss assailed me, and my skin heated and muscles seized. He gave my ass a quick smack. “I said don’t come.”
Deep breath in. Deep breath out. I found the strength to bear down and focused my senses on awaiting his next command. “Yes,” I sighed, centering myself.
He began stroking in and out of me, his wet fingers circling the tightness between the cheeks. His strokes along my most secret hole was exquisite. I hadn’t expected the millions of nerve endings there waking up and catching fire. The sleeping bag masked my moan.
“You fucking love that, don’t you?” he asked.
My answer was a frantic nod. “So much.”
The pressure against the rear entrance increased, and he sunk in deeper. A tiny burn erupted inside me, but Graham’s faster thrusts distracted me from his invasion. I arched my back and lifted my hips, capturing more of his finger.
“Fuck, Ivy. You’re so tight here. The thought of taking you here drives me wild. Drives you wild, too, doesn’t it? I’m already up to the second knuckle.”
“You make me feel so good. Give me more of your finger. I can take it.” If I sounded like a beggar, it’s because I was. I’m nothing but an animal, working on instinct.
He sunk in all the way at the same moment his cock rammed against my G-spot like a piston. I’m lost. “I’m... I’m... I’m coming.”
“Come, babe. Do it.”
I exploded then. Sensation crashed over me in a heady rush. Stars dotted my vision even though I’d squeezed my eyes tight. He matched every thrust of his cock with a stroke in and out of my ass. My inner muscles clamped him as quake after quake tremored through me. I grabbed the pillow and screamed into the cotton-covered softness. Behind me, Graham was a fierce man, pumping and stroking inside me until his body seized and he filled me.
He collapsed against me, his warm breath fanning against my skin. How long we lay silent, both of us drained, I had no idea. Eventually, his cock softened, and he slid from me. My legs quavered from the effort of supporting my weight, and I rolled onto my back, my hand draped over my stomach as my chest rose and fell.
My eyes drifted shut, and I might have fallen asleep if Graham hadn’t begun rummaging in the bag of supplies. I heard the tearing sound of him opening a wipe package. The cool touch of the cloth between my legs startled me at first. Graham wiped me clean with gentle strokes, reminding me how much the man who’d taken me with such intensity moments ago cared for me. Afterward, he collapsed beside me.
“Thank you.” He tugged my hand to his mouth and kissing my knuckle.
“I should thank you,” I said smiling into the dark. “I’ve never reacted that way. I felt so primitive.”
He propped up on an elbow and gazed down into my eyes. “How you gave yourself to me...” He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “You make me feel like a god.”
I reached up and cupped his cheek. “I trust you. I want more. To do everything.”
His body shuddered, and his eyes flickered shut. I watched as the muscles of his neck worked. A moment later, his lids opened and his face relaxed in a smile. I’d never seen him so carefree. He gave my hand a light squeeze. “That means the world to me.”
Graham never disclosed much about his life, but I knew from the other guys his parents died and he bounced from one relative’s house to another. I imagine trust was a rare commodity, both giving and receiving. It humbled me to know he felt off his guard enough to share both his primitive and caring sides with me.
“Ready when you are.”
“Three, two, one.” We both took off, running until we reached the verandah, but paused at the steps. We stayed in the shadows and kept to the cover of the woods. I searched for any movement or flash of color in the brush. Nothing. No one lurked nearby. “I think we’re good. Ready?”
At my nod, we rushed to the box, keeping low and out of the light until the last possible moment. As I suspected, the stand was more than a platform. A hasp and catch secured the lid. After prying open the top, I spotted a note.
My shoulders slumped. All that work and running and plotting for nothing. “Damn, were we not the first ones here?”
“I can’t read it.” Graham grabbed the flashlight from the backpack and aimed the beam on the paper. “Around you be thieves. Take your chances in the leaves.”
Graham flashed the light up above our heads. Tucked high above our reach and up quite a climb, I spotted the black bandana nestled among the branches. Graham hugged me to him, brimming with excitement. “We’re winning this thing, Ivy.”
I felt more deflated than the yellow team’s tent. The only way I’d snag that black bandanna was if I climbed the tree. “Yeah, uh, about that.”
“You’re shivering,” he said, pulling away and examining my face. “You afraid of heights?”
I chewed on my bottom lip. “I’m more afraid of falling.”
His forehead wrinkled, and he rubbed the back of his neck. His lips parted as though he wanted to say something, then he shook his head and turned away from the tree. “It’s okay. We don’t have to try for it. By now enough teams must have been knocked out and we can slide right into our tent.”
I blinked. Graham, the ultimate gamer and competitor, stood ready to give up on a sure thing of winning this game without an argument or a fight. Because he knew the requirements of succeeding meant I’d be scared. How could I not care for him? Give him every effort?
I eyed the tree. “I think if you give me a boost, I can swing my leg over to that first large branch with no problem.”
His breath stilled. “Really?”
I reached for his hand and led him toward the leafy green oak tree trunk. “Let’s do this before I change my mind.”
The giant man beside me wouldn’t budge. “You can change your mind now. I mean it, we can shoot for making it to the tent.”
I shook my head. “No, I want to try.”
At his signal, we rushed to the trunk. Graham gave me a heave, and I snagged my leg over the limb and looped my arms dragging my other foot up. I held on for dear life, squeezing my eyes shut tight while I hugged the tree. My heart raced, and the blood pumped in my ears but I concentrated on taking deep, calming breaths.
“You got this, Ivy,” he encouraged. A surge of adrenaline and power fired up inside me and I blinked open my eyes. His wide grin was the first thing I saw and my throat tightened. How great it would be to wake to such a smile.
I glanced up to where the game-saving black bandana awaited and began to ascend. Graham situated his body where he stood always beneath me. To break my fall in case I lost my handhold? Okay, don’t get gooey over him, you’re up in a tree. Concentrate on not having to land on him. Still, I was more determined than ever to make it to the–
Two people, the camo team shot out onto the path. One wore a bandana; the other did not. Just like us. “There’s the box,” the blonde woman called.
Her partner pointed at us. “I think we’re too late.”
“Run. Get out of here,” I yelled to Graham, no longer hampered by the need for quiet.
He shook his head. “I’m not leaving you.”
I bit back a frustrated sigh. “But they could steal your bandana.”
He motioned toward the black bandanna just a few feet out of my reach. “Then you’d better hurry.”
The two women crossed the clearing, rushing Graham. His green bandana theirs for the taking.
I inched faster across the branch.
Their footsteps pounded on the ground as they narrowed in on him.
I grasped for the material, my fingertips brushing the crisp, cotton fabric. Once. Twice. Got it. I tugged it from the rubber band holding the bandana in place and let it drop. I’d never understood the phrase time stood still until this moment. The sound of the crickets and nightlife settled into silence. The breeze stilled. My fear of heights and the discomfort of bending to the will of the tree faded as I watched our game-saver float toward Graham’s outstretched hand. I crossed my fingers, hoping the immunity reached him before Team Camo.
The women split, approaching him from both his left and right side. He grasped the bandanna seconds before a woman’s hand grabbed his and ended the game for us.
“Safe!” I yelled, slipping a little.
“You okay?” the brunette called up to me. Competitors, sure, but safety came first.
“Yeah, I’m good.” But my leg slipped off the branch, and I hung above their heads, clinging with my hands.
Below me, Graham stood. Waiting. “I got you, Ivy. You can let go.” He spoke in a calm, reassuring tone that I desperately wanted to believe.
I shook my head so hard my hair sprung from the holder of my ponytail. Someone would have to climb up this tree and pry my fingers from off the branches before I freed my grip on purpose.
“I’ll catch you. I won’t let you fall.” Determination rang from his voice.
“He’s got ya, honey,” the other member of Team Camo called up to me.
“Okay.” I took a deep, closed my eyes and released my fingers. For a moment I floated in the air. Or maybe it was ten years, I don’t know, it felt surreal, and then with an abrupt halt, Graham’s strong arms surrounded me. My eyelids fluttered open and I spied his big beautiful. My heart flip-flopped. Knowing my fear of heights, Graham never left me. He stood below me, ready to catch me rather than win this game. I blinked back a few tears. Never have I felt the power of someone caring about me before.
I cupped his cheek. “You caught me.”
He kissed my fingertips. “Always.”
It took us fifteen minutes of solid hiking to reach our tent, my legs growing shakier with each step. With the black bandanna of immunity, we didn’t have to worry. We bumped into the Silver Team, both with full bandana, and the Orange Team, with one team member missing theirs.
“Oh, bummer. You found the health box. Where was it?”
“The platform.”
The disappointed Orange Team faded into the background to work on a new strategy and we continued on our trek. Minutes later we found our campsite ransacked. “Oh, no.” At this point, I ached to sit and rest. To be honest, the idea of searching for supplies or trudging back to the hotel, even with the allure of the suite, wore me out.
Graham squeezed my hand. “Don’t worry we still have plenty of water and snacks from the campsite we raided.”
I turned on my flashlight, dropped to my knees and crawled into the tent. “It’s not a complete mess in here. They only grabbed the stuff they could carry. There’s a mattress and a lantern.”
Graham popped his head inside, giving a quick look around and pushed against the bedding. “Hey, this isn’t half bad. I wonder why our camp raider didn’t deflate our tent.”
“Maybe they had a tender heart like you, and didn’t want to knock someone out of the game. Or were interrupted.” As he leaned over to turn on the lantern his phone buzzed, alerting us to a text. Graham’s whole demeanor changed as he read.
“Is it from Mr. Ferguson?”
“Yes. You want me to read it out loud?” he asked, sounding casual but fighting a smile.
I faked a yawn. “Nah, I can wait until morning.” His eyes widened, and I laughed. “Of course, I want you to read it.”
“Congratulations, teams! Our first merging of MMO and LARP worked even better than our development team had hoped. Team Silver won the treasure, and Team Green won the black bandanna challenge. Enjoy your sleep; you’ve earned it. They’ll be a hearty breakfast waiting for you on the verandah at 9:30 followed by a game debrief.” Graham returned his phone to his pocket.
New energy surged within me, and I wrapped my arms around Graham, giving him a tight hug. The smile on his face faded and the tension in the tent intensified, fueled by game adrenaline and our pent up desire. “We staying here?” he asked. A question, but his tone said stay here. I can’t wait.
“Here,” I told him, my voice breathless and heavy against the walls of the nylon tent. My nipples pebbled. Graham couldn’t mistake how much I wanted him. How I wanted him. Hard. Fast. Animalistic.
Though Remnants was only a game, his protection and the way we fought together to win fired an ache in my core. I burned. I hurt. I must come. Grabbing his shirt, I tugged the material and heaved it over his head. Lean muscle roped Graham’s magnificent chest. I raked my nails down his skin, thrilling at the red lines left in my wake.
Graham appeared as affected as I was, groping and stroking me everywhere. My T-shirt landed on the ground. My bra followed. He lowered his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth. Hard. My back arched presenting my body to him. More. I seized the button on his shorts, panting. “I need you inside me. Now.”
“I’ll give and you’ll take.” He shoved my hands away, establishing his control. “Take whatever I give you. How I give it to you.”
Lost in the forceful dominance of his words, I laced my fingers together behind my back, yielding my power to him. As we’d rushed through the wood and battled against the other teams, we’d devolved. Pair bonded, we connected to the primordial, into a baser version of ourselves that civilization hadn’t worn away.
“Strip,” he ordered.
Hooking my fingers into the waistband of my leggings, I dragged the pants down my legs, taking my panties with them. His eyes narrowed as he zeroed in on the space between my thighs. His face tightened with currents of electric desire and his need for me. He promised to take me, and I knew our coupling wouldn’t be gentle or sweet but rough and hard. The exact way I needed his cock.
“Get on the bed and spread your legs.” His words were harsh. I doubted he’d planned anything except for what he desired for me to do next. I stretched out on the mattress, letting my knees fall to the side, exposing my wet pussy to him.
The dim light from the lantern cast shadows on his face, outlining the bluntness of his jaw and raw need. “You’re soaking wet.”
My nipples puckered at the approval in his rough voice. He leaned forward and licked down the seam of my pussy. My back arched off the mattress, and I writhed at the pleasure.
“I get drunk on your scent. High from your taste.” He flicked my clit with his tongue and my toes curled into the sleeping bag covering the bed. “My woman likes that.”
I nodded. “So much.”
He propped himself on his knees, and finally finally removed his shorts. His beautiful cock sprang forward, hard and straight and dripping with pre-cum. Could I take the pounding I knew he’d deliver? A trickle of panic flickered through me. Oh, fuck I liked that spark of alarm. I glommed onto that feeling of vulnerability and at Graham’s strength. His power allowed me to explore a whole new side to me, and the heady unknown rocked my world.
“Roll over. Get on all fours. I gotta have that ass.”
I gasped. “Graham, uh I–”
“Now,” he ordered.
I followed his instructions, lifting my backside in the air. His hand came down on my cheek. He’d meant to punish and dominate, but I was so far gone, his slap activated a delicious pattern of vibrating sensation through the folds of my pussy.
“You liked that, didn’t you?”
He pressed my legs apart, not waiting for my answer. I felt the rough hair of his thighs against the backs of mine, then the crown of his cock probed me. I stiffened, not ready for this. I expected another slap to my ass at my unruly reaction to his power, but Graham simply stroked his palm down my spine. Soothing me the way a cowboy gentled a skittish horse.
His tongue followed the path his hand took down my back. “Relax, Ivy. We won’t do anything you can’t handle.”
His quick reassurance, even though I knew he ached to dominate me to the edge of my reason, eased away my fears. The tension knotting my muscles fled. Moments later his fingers plunged inside my wet heat.
My hands curled into the sleeping bag, his overwhelming invasion forcing me to breathe through my clenched teeth. Felt. So. Damn. Good. I wiggled my ass at him. “Do it. I want you.”
Graham slid his long fingers from my slick walls, gripped my hips to position me how he wanted, and then plunged inside me.
“Yesssss,” I hissed, feeling the fullness I’d so desperately craved.
“Ivy, I’m going to fill you. Touch you everywhere.”
My elbows locked, and I remembered his words. I gotta have that ass.
The shakiness returned to my legs, and my throat dried. “I’ve never...” I licked my lips. “No one has ever...”
“You want this, Ivy. Crave what I’ll give you. Your ass lifts to meet my fingers. Cream from your pussy coats my dick at the thought.”
I trembled because his words rang with truth. Him invading my ass both terrified and electrified me. Before, nothing about anal intrigued me, but an orgasm only he could deliver beckoned out of reach. The sole way I’d seize that intensity was if I yielded every part of my body. My head lowered, and I bit the corner of my lip. “I want you everywhere.”
He cupped my ass, spreading me wider for his view. His thumb stroked along the seam, delving between the cheeks and I tensed. He slammed into my cunt, stealing my thoughts away from his actions to my virgin hole. I’m no longer analyzing his moves, just living them.
With each thrust of his cock, his thumb drew dangerously closer to my opening. His other hand circled around my clit. Once. Twice. I bucked against him, my body rocked and trembled, nearing my peak. I’m pure lust. Desire at its most ancient. A woman taken in the woods. I’m beyond care what he does to me. If he wanted to fuck me in the ass, I’d welcome his thrusts. Just as long as he kept making me feel this way. So close...
“Don’t come,” he growled into my ear, and Graham slid his cock from my pussy.
I whimpered as frustration clawed at me. His hand shifted from my clit to the entrance, plunging between my folds. He teased and taunted me with his fingers, coating them in my wetness. I grow mindless, frantic for his hard possession again. Restless because I understood why he’d covered his fingers with my honeyed essence. To ease himself within my tender passage.
Graham withdrew his fingers and rammed his cock inside my vagina with a groan. Bliss assailed me, and my skin heated and muscles seized. He gave my ass a quick smack. “I said don’t come.”
Deep breath in. Deep breath out. I found the strength to bear down and focused my senses on awaiting his next command. “Yes,” I sighed, centering myself.
He began stroking in and out of me, his wet fingers circling the tightness between the cheeks. His strokes along my most secret hole was exquisite. I hadn’t expected the millions of nerve endings there waking up and catching fire. The sleeping bag masked my moan.
“You fucking love that, don’t you?” he asked.
My answer was a frantic nod. “So much.”
The pressure against the rear entrance increased, and he sunk in deeper. A tiny burn erupted inside me, but Graham’s faster thrusts distracted me from his invasion. I arched my back and lifted my hips, capturing more of his finger.
“Fuck, Ivy. You’re so tight here. The thought of taking you here drives me wild. Drives you wild, too, doesn’t it? I’m already up to the second knuckle.”
“You make me feel so good. Give me more of your finger. I can take it.” If I sounded like a beggar, it’s because I was. I’m nothing but an animal, working on instinct.
He sunk in all the way at the same moment his cock rammed against my G-spot like a piston. I’m lost. “I’m... I’m... I’m coming.”
“Come, babe. Do it.”
I exploded then. Sensation crashed over me in a heady rush. Stars dotted my vision even though I’d squeezed my eyes tight. He matched every thrust of his cock with a stroke in and out of my ass. My inner muscles clamped him as quake after quake tremored through me. I grabbed the pillow and screamed into the cotton-covered softness. Behind me, Graham was a fierce man, pumping and stroking inside me until his body seized and he filled me.
He collapsed against me, his warm breath fanning against my skin. How long we lay silent, both of us drained, I had no idea. Eventually, his cock softened, and he slid from me. My legs quavered from the effort of supporting my weight, and I rolled onto my back, my hand draped over my stomach as my chest rose and fell.
My eyes drifted shut, and I might have fallen asleep if Graham hadn’t begun rummaging in the bag of supplies. I heard the tearing sound of him opening a wipe package. The cool touch of the cloth between my legs startled me at first. Graham wiped me clean with gentle strokes, reminding me how much the man who’d taken me with such intensity moments ago cared for me. Afterward, he collapsed beside me.
“Thank you.” He tugged my hand to his mouth and kissing my knuckle.
“I should thank you,” I said smiling into the dark. “I’ve never reacted that way. I felt so primitive.”
He propped up on an elbow and gazed down into my eyes. “How you gave yourself to me...” He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “You make me feel like a god.”
I reached up and cupped his cheek. “I trust you. I want more. To do everything.”
His body shuddered, and his eyes flickered shut. I watched as the muscles of his neck worked. A moment later, his lids opened and his face relaxed in a smile. I’d never seen him so carefree. He gave my hand a light squeeze. “That means the world to me.”
Graham never disclosed much about his life, but I knew from the other guys his parents died and he bounced from one relative’s house to another. I imagine trust was a rare commodity, both giving and receiving. It humbled me to know he felt off his guard enough to share both his primitive and caring sides with me.
