Page 51 of Unexpected Company
“No can do. You’re trespassing on private property.”
In a move I don’t see coming, Garrett spins me around and hoists me up, throwing me over his shoulder. He secures me against him with a hand to the back of my thigh. I smack his back, repeating my plea for him to let me go. My cock growing thicker as he slaps my ass and tells me to shut the fuck up.
“You’re a noisy one,” he grumbles, his boots squelching through melting snow and over broken branches. “But don’t worry, I’ve a way to keep you quiet.”
“I’m not a toy. You can’t claim me as your own. I have rights!”
I put on a show for the camera most days of the week, but this is way more fun. I had no idea role play would be on my kink list, but add it to the whole primal play thing and yep…totally my new favourite.
“I can, and I will. Just you wait, little deer,” Garrett says, his hand stroking into my inner thigh as he carries me to the back of the cottage.
By the time we reach the covered deck, the sky has darkened, clouds rolled in to cover the last remaining daylight. The heater nearest the hot tub casts an orange glow over the space. Garrett sets me on my feet and I shiver, both from the lack of warmth now that his body is not pressed to mine, and from the feral glint in his eyes. His gaze traces a path from my flushed, burning cheeks down my white skin-tight t-shirt, which no doubt shows off my peaked nipples, then down to the obvious bulge in my black leggings.
Shuffling on my feet, I bite my bottom lip, then do the only thing I can think to do in the moment.
I run.
Darting around the hot tub, I aim for the steps that would lead me back to the safety of the woods, when a large hand grips my shoulder and I’m torn backward, colliding with Garrett’s solid frame.
He grunts as I knock into him, then sweeps a leg under my feet, bringing me to my knees on the wooden decking.
“No more running,” he huffs. With one hand on my shoulder, he circles me, then slides his hand along my cheek and uses his palm to tip my chin up to meet his eyes.
“You’re mine now,” Garrett says, before breaking character to ask, “colour?”
“Green,” I reply. “And yes, I’m all yours. What are you going to do with me?”
Garrett holds my head with one hand, while using the other to shimmy down his joggers, freeing his erect cock. Then he takes my head in both his hands and guides me forward. My face meets his groin and I moan, breathing in his manly, musky scent, my lips parting for him.
Garrett is not gentle as he ruts into my mouth, holding my hair in a vise and fucking my face until tears roll down my cheeks. My own cock throbs and I press my palm to it over my leggings to stave off my overwhelming need to come already. I’m pent up, riding high on waves of arousal, adrenaline and pure lust. I need so much in this moment.Need. Need. Want. That’s all my mind can think of as Garrett uses me like I am his property, his toy. His every fucking thing.
“Good boy,” he groans when I cough, spluttering around the intrusion in my throat. My knees ache from where they’re pressed to the unforgiving wood, and I wriggle in place to relieve the pressure on them. Sensing my discomfort, Garrett pulls out,then pushes me backwards until my back is on the deck, my legs spread out in front of me. He removes his joggers, then falls to his knees and straddles my lower legs.
I lean up on my elbows, watching as he aims his cock at my chest.
Wind whistles through the trees, a rustling of something coming from my right – maybe a fox or a badger or something more nefarious – but I ignore it, my focus intently honed in on the man on top of me.
He runs a hand from the tip of his dick down to the root, holding it there. His chest rises and falls rapidly beneath the tight fit of his flannel shirt.
My eyes lock onto his. I lick my lips and nod – a subtle dip of my head.
Garrett sucks in a breath, his eyes fluttering closed as a warm stream of piss hits my chest, soaking into the white fabric of my tee. Supporting myself with one hand, I use the other to pull my cock out. Garrett adjusts his position, his stream covering my lower body and I use it to slick my cock, jerking myself as he unleashes more golden liquid all over me.
“You like that, hmmm? You’re mine now. Covered in my piss. Smelling like me. You’ll never be able to wash me away.”
I am fully aware that we’re role playing a scene right now, but that doesn’t stop my heart from tapping against my ribcage, willing me to beg him to make it true. Beg him to never let me go.
Peering down at my chest, I watch his stream cover my cock, my hand working faster and faster, my balls tingling as I slide closer to the edge.
“Yes. Fuck. I’m so close,” I mutter. Pleasure blasts through me and I let my head fall back until I’m flat on the ground, lying in a puddle. Garrett moves to my side, leaving me for only a few moments presumably to put on a condom, before he’s back,lifting my legs over his shoulder and sliding his cock along my crease. His tip nudges my hole and I moan.
“Please,” I beg. “I need more.”
I’m right on the edge, pleasure burning me up from the inside out.
I’d already prepped as best I could before we started, but when Garrett slams into me, his hard thrusts pushing me along the decking, the sudden intrusion and bite of pain steals my breath. My hand falls from my cock as I grapple for purchase on the ground. Garrett pauses, giving me a second before he pulls all the way out and pushes back in again, building up speed. He shifts his hips, nudging my prostate. The move hits like a shockwave of pleasure and my cock erupts, euphoria ripping through me as rope after rope of come shoots over my chest.
Garrett groans, pulls out, drops my legs, rips off the condom, then jerks himself, until he’s coming. His seed coating my cock and chest in warm, pulsing waves.
