Page 158 of Pretty Obsessed

I sank into the kiss, whispering my love over his tongue.

We took our time wandering through the property. I had no idea if we had permission, but I didn't think anyone would yell at me considering who I was. I took the opportunity to abuse it.

Emory's fingers trailed over the bark of a tree the two of us together couldn't get our arms around. It had to be hundreds of years old.

"You know, we could fuck out here, and no one would ever know." He glanced over his shoulder, seeming more like a forest nymph in that moment than entirely human.

His cheeks rosy from the exercise, with a light in his eyes entirely filled with joy, he could have been Puck.

"Is that what you've been thinking about this whole time?" I paused, letting him get a few yards ahead of me.

He circled the tree, eyeing me around it. "Maybe."

Had we slipped into a daydream? Or another universe? It felt a little like it.

"Are you hiding from me?" I had the sudden urge to chase him. Hunt him. Run after him through the trees until I caught him and had my way with him.

"I could be. What would you do about it?" His brow lifted. Could he sense my mood? "You seem hungry."

"I am." I took a step towards him, and he backed up one.

"Primal." He took another one back.

"I feel it. I want to hunt you."

"And what will you do when you catch me?" A third step, giving him quite the head start.

"Have my way with you."

"If you can catch me." He turned and took off before I could process his words.

But my body reacted, either instinct or the pent-up need already bubbling over. He wove through the trees, light on his feet. But I kept up and I was in better shape than he was.

I gained on him, but I held myself back, staying on his heels, building the anticipation and fear. Instilling the chase in his bloodstream. He wouldn't expect it when I took him.

He cast a look over his shoulders, eyes wide. My pulse hammered in my ears, everything in me telling me to spring. To take what was mine. But I waited until he turned sharply around a tree. I was on him, grabbing him by the shirt, wrapping around him, and forcing him into the tree. He hit, barely catching himself with his hands. I was already roughly yanking down his jeans, adrenaline too high to wait. I had to have him. Now.

Shoving my knee between his thighs to spread him, my forearm against his back, I used my free hand to open my fly. Keeping him pinned, I spit on my cock. He'd be sore later but it was his game.

He arched into me with a moan as I pushed past his barrier, forcing my head inside of him.

"Like when I take what's mine, don't you?"

He moaned out a yes, bucking onto my cock. I sunk deeper, slamming him into the tree over and over, mouth finding the back of his neck. It wasn't enough.

I withdrew. "Turn around. And if you run, I'm going to take you against the ground and you're not going to be able to touch yourself."

He turned, lust drenched in every look as he stripped out of his jeans. I added more saliva to my aching cock before grabbing him under the knees. His body opened for mine, legs winding around my back, and we moved together like we were made for one another.

"River," he breathed over my lips.

I moaned, loving the way he said my name.

My phone started to vibrate in my pocket. We paused and then realized what it must be and returned to kissing. I didn't even bother to silence it. It had to be one of the guys looking for us.

"Harder," Emory demanded.

My phone started to buzz again.

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