It’s a toss-up whether that’s a good thing or not, but it’s too late to worry about that now.
He’s hard against me, and I can feel the line of his cock pressing through his jeans against my crotch. I’m turned on in spite of myself, burning up from the inside out like a forest fire raging out of control.
Lust, desire, and confusion burn through me, and I react to everything Sloan does. His mouth on mine makes me pant for breath, and when he pulls away to shove my shirt up over my breasts, I gasp, feeling heat pooling between my legs.
He’s never been gentle with me before, but he’s especially not now. His big hands paw at my breasts, shoving my shirt and bra up to give him better access. Then he takes one of my nipples into his mouth and sucks on it hard, grazing it with his teeth.
I lift my arms, looping them around his neck with my wrists still bound. Something about the thrill of being tied up while he does this feels wrong, but it’s not something I can deny. Not anymore. Not when I’m soaking into my panties from how good he feels on top of me.
“Fuck,” he groans, and I can’t tell if it’s regret for getting carried away or just plain old lust.
Either way, he doesn’t pull away. He doesn’t stop.
“Oh god,” I moan, eyes fluttering closed. My hips arch up off the ground, and I press my pelvis against his, seeking out friction or heat or something. Anything to sate the fire that’s raging between my legs.
Sate it, or stoke it more, I guess.
Without even opening my eyes, I can tell Sloan is staring down at me. I can feel the burning sear of his eyes on me, taking in my messy dark hair, my kiss bruised lips and the bite marks on my tits.
He trails his hands down my sides and then finds the button and zipper on my jeans. Without ceremony, he shoves them down, leaving me bare, with my jeans around my knees and ankles.
It just adds to that restricted feeling, and my heart pounds in my chest. I can’t move my hands much, and as much as I want to, I can’t spread my legs wider for him. Even if I worked my pants down more, they’d get caught around my shoes, so I’m stuck like this.
I open my eyes to see Sloan working at his own pants, shoving them down enough that he can free his cock from the confines of his boxers.
He’s hard and flushed, and there’s a drop of precum welling at the tip of his cock. Proof of how affected he is, and how much he wants me right now.
My body thrums in answer, and I hold his gaze as he guides himself into me. I’m wet enough that it’s not a problem for his thick length to slide all the way in, but my breath catches all the same.
I can feel my toes curling in my shoes and socks from how good just that first hard shove in feels, and something floods my body. Something intense and emotional, and I try to block it out in favor of feeling how good it is to have him like this. Buried balls deep in my pussy, our bodies tight together.
His weight on top of me is familiar now, and it just adds to the whole thing. We’re out in the open, miles away from anyone else, fucking each other hard and desperate on the ground.
I can feel Sloan’s breath on my face as he gives himself a second to adjust, and then he pulls out just a bit before plunging in deep once more. It’s almost like it’s a need, primal and deep, for him to keep himself in me.
Every time he pulls out, it’s just a bit, just enough to give him the leverage to slam back in, driving his cock into me hard and fast. I can feel every single inch of him, and the walls of my pussy grip his length like it’s trying to keep him buried inside. The silky glide of his cock in and out sets my nerves on fire, and I can’t hold back the moans and gasps of pleasure that spill from my lips into the cooling evening air.
“Mercy,” Sloan grunts, his face half tucked into the crook of my neck while his hips move.
I don’t have the breath to respond, so I just nod, rocking my hips up to meet his, overwhelmed by how fucking good it feels. That fire inside me has turned into a raging inferno, burning me from the inside out. Every time Sloan shoves in and bottoms out, it grows a little bigger, a little hotter, and I feel like I’m being consumed.
There are so many emotions, so many sensations, so much happening all at once that I feel like I’m drowning in it. It’s always like this with Sloan. The desire, the attraction, and all the other feelings that always come along with it.
But this time, we’re both trying to block all that out, focused on our bodies joining together and the pleasure that’s bearing down on us.
He slams in hard and hits that spot inside me that makes me see stars, and I hear myself whimper his name desperately. When he lifts his head, his eyes are so dark and intense that I shiver. He doesn’t say anything, but I know he understands the look in my eyes, and he drives into that spot over and over again, leaving me gasping for breath.
My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. All I can do is hold on to him as pleasure rocks through me, intense and all encompassing, leaving no room for anything else.
Sloan thrusts in once more, and that’s all it takes to have me arching as much as I can, giving in to that sudden explosion of sensation and pleasure.
I come hard for him, going tight around his cock, and that seems to be all it takes to have him following right after me, letting out a string of curses under his breath as he rides the waves of his own pleasure and fills me up with his release.
In the aftermath, it’s still just the two of us.
We’re both sweaty and out of breath, and I can feel my heart galloping in my chest the way it has been all day. It’s crazy to think that this is still the same day I sent that text to my contact in the Jackals, the same day I found out my father is really alive. So much has happened in such a short period of time that it’s hard for my brain to keep up. I feel like I ran a marathon or something.
But in this moment, there’s a tiny bubble of softness between Sloan and me. He rests his forehead against mine, eyes closed, and I close mine too, listening to his heartbeat and taking in the way his harsh breathing starts to settle. I can feel how sore I am from being bound, and the scrapes and bruises from fucking hard on the forest floor, but none of that matters. Everything else melts away, and it’s just me and Sloan and all the points of contact between us that flare hot and bright.
I exhale slowly, and he matches my breathing, still and peaceful like I’ve never seen him before.
And then, just like that, it’s over.
He pulls away, and when I open my eyes to watch him, it’s like seeing the shutters being drawn over once open windows. He closes off, burying his emotions again like they were never there in the first place.
Sloan pulls out of me with a wet sound, and I wince at the mess left behind. He tugs my jeans back up and buttons them, and straightens my shirt and bra. Then he tucks himself away too, straightening his own clothes.
He stands up, levering himself off me, and reaches over to pick up the gun that’s been next to us this whole time. I tense up, unsure of what will happen next and prepared to roll to the side and start this fight all over again if I need to.
But instead of aiming for me again, he shoves the gun back into the waistband of his pants and leans down to help me up.
He looks at me for a second, his expression unreadable, and then turns to lead me back toward the car.
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