Page 38 of The Deeper Game
I locked my legs around his waist.
His steely cock ground into my sex.
“Yes,” I whispered, gasping into another kiss.
I no longer cared about the rain.
He hiked me up and nuzzled my breast through my wet shirt, smushing around the fabric.
He was like a bear trying desperately to get into a tent and not understanding about the zipper.
I ripped apart my shirt, letting the buttons fly. I need the abrasive yumminess of Zeus’s whiskery cheeks on my tender breasts.
I wanted the bearin the tent.
He brought his face to my dripping wet chest and rubbed his whiskers all over me, and then he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked like mad.
I balled my fists in his hair, squeezing, pulling, wrenching, as though his hair was a gas pedal and if I squeezed tightly enough while grinding hard enough against his cock, he’d go faster, harder, stronger.
“Jesus,” he said, kissing up my neck. He stepped away from the SUV, and in one feverish and fluid motion, he hauled me up over his shoulder, firefighter style.
“Hey!” I gasped. The world was upside down.
He carried me like that out past the rest stop building and into the expanse beyond the picnic area where the lights didn’t shine.
We headed deeper into the darkness, rain pounding, Zeus in totalClan of the Cave Bearmode. Everything seemed to be getting further away. The lights, the world. Rain beat down onto my back as he rounded a tree and flipped me back into his arms. He kneeled then, gently laying me out on the wet, muddy ground. “I hate that he fucking called you on your phone. I had to pulverize that thing. I don’t care.”
“Come here,” I gasped, pulling him to me by his shirt. Instead, he broke away from my grip and stood over me, towering over me, chest heaving, cock straining through his soaking wet cargo pants.
A deep and primal part of me understood what was happening. It was as if, after the phone call, he had to claim me all over again. Something tightened deep in my belly at the thought. He ripped the shirt right off himself as if to confirm it and began to unbuckle his pants.
“If you’re not naked in two seconds, those pants are getting destroyed, too.”
I undid my jeans. Shirts and skirts are one thing, but it’s hard to find jeans you really love.
Even though it was dark, I could see him perfectly, standing over me, naked, cock shining, watching me wriggle out of the jeans legs, trembling with excitement.
“Hurry it up,” he growled. He’d tossed all of his clothes aside. Later he’d be mad when he couldn’t find them, but later didn’t exist to him right now.
The mud felt cool and slippery under my ass as I pulled off my jeans. My foot splashed in a cool puddle. He snatched my clothes from my hands and tossed them aside, too; they were illuminated mid-air by a flash of lightning.
“Spread your legs for me,” he whispered. “Touch yourself.”
I parted my legs for him and pressed one hand to my slick pussy, sliding a finger around in my hot juices. I brought my other hand to my breast.
“Yeah, do that, too.”
Zeus always liked when I touched myself really intensely and thoroughly.
“Fuck,” he said, falling to his knees between my legs, his taut, muscular beauty outlined by another flash of distant lightning.
He fell onto all fours over me, caging my shoulders with his beefy, tree-trunk arms. “Are you wet?”
“Drenched,” I whispered, laying back in the mud.
He pressed a hand over my pussy, fanning his fingers over mine, guiding my masturbation.
“You need to be wet for this.”
