I dodged behind a tree until I heard him slow, only to take off again, a laugh erupting from my lips. But this time, he was faster. Instead of slamming me into a tree again, he’d somehow circled ahead of me, and I inadvertently slammed into his chest. He locked his arms around me before I could fall backwards, and our gazes locked once again, our heavy pants mixing in the cool midnight air.
“You can’t run forever, little flame,” he said, still breathless. His gaze bouncing from my eyes to my lips and back again.
I didn’t say anything, I just stared up into his dark eyes. Fuck I wish I knew what color they were. Which didn’t matter because I shouldn’t care. Again—just sex, Ember. A casual and sobering reminder.
I tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip. “Are you done fighting me?”
“Not even close,” I grunted as I tried to step on his foot.
He chuckled and dropped his arms, releasing me, but I lost my footing and fell on my ass. “Perfect,” he muttered. “Exactly where I wanted you.”
I glared up at him to find his full height looming over me, a dark smile across his face. The moon was cutting through the trees, leaving streaks of his mask and those damn lips lit up, while the rest of him remained in shadowy darkness. Quickly trying to push myself backwards away from him, I all but watched as he leaned down and grabbed my feet, yanking me closer to his now sturdy frame. His hand came up and smacked my ass, and I couldn’t stop the gasp that fell from my lips or the way my nails dug into the dirt beneath my palms.
I sat there, frozen for a moment, while his hand came back down and gently rubbed where he’d just smacked. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured, his tone soothing and quiet, a part of me unsure how to respond, and another part wanted to curl up at his feet again, begging for more. This wasn’t good at all.
Before I could pull myself away, his hands came up and pulled my leggings and underwear down in one swoop, leaving me bare in the middle of the forest—a place I never thought I’d actually be, but here I was. Soaked and ready for him.
“Chest down, ass up. I need to taste you,” he demanded. I couldn’t do anything but listen as I parted my knees as much as I could with my leggings bunched around them. I heard something hit the ground, and I tried to see what it was, but before I could, his tongue was on me. Inside of me. He licked from my back entrance all the way through my heat, thenoise coming from my lips unlike anything I’d ever heard before.
“Fuck,” I whimpered.
“That’s right. You taste so fucking good,” he said as he started sucking on my clit. I was almost positive that he had me already hurling towards an orgasm as he slid two fingers inside of me again. “I can already feel you fluttering around my fingers. Gods above,” he muttered.
I heard his jeans unzip, and listened as he pulled himself back out, but it wasn’t until he pulled his fingers from inside of me and slid himself all the way to the base that I fully registered what was happening. “Too big for you baby?” he crooned.
“Fuck me like you mean it, asshole,” I replied. “Now.”
“Your wish is my command.” His hands settled on either side of my hips, and he pulled back only to slam home again. It didn’t take him long to set a rhythm, and rough would be his new middle name. His fingers dug into the flesh of my hips, the metal balls of his piercing were rubbing me in all the perfect places, and the stretch of never having anything as big as him was painful, but in the best of ways.
I truly had never subscribed to the idea that I needed a bit of pain during sex, something to set me on the edge, but I was wrong. This? This was what I needed.
I felt overwhelmed, so fucking full, and I never wanted this to end. I gripped the little bits of grass beneath us that I could find as I tried to find some sense of what was up and what was down, but when he reached around and started circling my clit I was done for.
“Fuck, that’s right, my perfect little whore. Let me feel you squeeze my cock. Let me feel you come all over me, make a mess of us both. Want me to fill up your little cunt with my come like a good little slut?” he growled in my ear ashe squeezed my clit. The words were obscene and horrid, yet everything I needed to hear because for the first time in my entire life, I fell apart and came all over not just any cock, but a stranger’s cock.
I felt him throb inside of me as he grunted, his hands back to squeezing my hips as he drove himself home one more final time. My head fell down onto my arms as I laid on the forest floor, breathless. The smell of pine needles and sex overtaking what little brain power I had left.
He slowly slipped out from inside of me, and then I felt something soft run through the mess left behind between my thighs. I looked back to find him slowly wiping me off with what looked like a handkerchief in the dim light. He must’ve put his mask back on at some point because there he was, cleaning me up.
“You didn’t have to?—”
His gaze shot up to me, and though I couldn’t make out much of his face, I knew he was glaring at me. I didn’t foresee Batman glaring at me this evening, but here we were. “I’m not going to fuck you dirty in the woods and then leave you here, naked and a mess, little flame. Relax.” His words somehow forced my brain to settle while he finished wiping me off. Afterwards, he helped me back up, and I dusted the dirt from my knees before pulling up my leggings.
I thought this part would be awkward—weird and full of silence that shouldfeelas if it needed to be filled. But I felt okay. He glanced down at me before he dipped his head one way and started walking. I followed along, mostly because I was just hoping he knew where the fuck we were going.
It didn’t take us long to end up back in the parking lot, my jeep sitting right where I left it. I watched as he pulled the unlit cigarette from somewhere and lit it, leaning against myJeep as he inhaled. The cherried end lit up a small bit of his features.
“Do you smoke often?” I found myself asking—so much for no details.
He chuckled. “I only find myself craving one after absolutely phenomenal sex.”
“So, often?”
“Not even close, little flame,” he replied quietly, his eyes feeling intent upon me. He reached out, handing me the end of the cigarette. I don’t know what possessed me to take it in between my fingers, but I did, and as it rose to my lips and I inhaled slightly, my lips touching right where his had only moments ago, a small thrill went through me. A thrill that had nothing to do with the hit of nicotine.
Handing it back to him, he took one long hit, and then he put it out on the side of his jeans, tucking the rest into his pocket.
“For next time,” he said when he found me watching him.
