Page 22 of Holiday Scars
Blade steps out of the brush, eyes dark, chest heaving. “Got you,” he says.
I freeze, every nerve tightening.
My cock thickens as he lunges for me, catches my wrist, and drags me under a large pine tree with soft needles, creating a bed. He covers me with his body, kissing me like a man possessed.
His tongue in my mouth, swirling with mine, the tiny groans of pleasure work me up into a frenzy. I might come in my pants. I wrapped all the emotion I could into this kiss, hiding sobs of being so happy our feelings were no longer a secret.
Blade keeps kissing me at a languid pace, leaning into the growing hunger in every breath. He tugs on my jacket. “Off now.”
I shrug out of it, while Blade’s fingers skim the waistband of my jeans, then tugs them down so fast, my breath hitches. We both get completely naked, the chill teasing my skin. But Blade’s devastating, hot and naked body slides over mine again.
On my back, I lick Blade’s fingers and guide his hand between my spread thighs. It drags across my taint, and he stops at my hole. His finger grazes across my puckered nerves, searing heat shooting up my spine.
He pushes his wet finger inside me. “Oh baby, that’s tight.”
I bear down, practically impaling myself on his finger. “Christ, that feels so good.”
My cock throbs against his arm, the tip leaving wet kisses on his skin.
“That’s one beautiful cock, Jett,” Blade says in a husky voice as his other hand, firm and warm, fists my dick.
“Blade,” I say, wrapping my hands around his neck. “I need you inside me.”
I need everything from him.
“Don’t be impatient, Jetty,” he says, and lowers his face to kiss me.
All while he keeps pushing his finger inside me. Stretching me. “Open for me,” Blade says with his forehead against mine. “My cock needs all of you.”
Blade softly kisses behind my ear and slides another lubed-up finger inside me.
My hips buck, my jugular in the game now, throbbing from the sexual pressure against my prostate. “Please...”
“So fucking desperate for me,” he hisses.
I hoist my legs to feel his fingers deeper in me. What I will never forget is the kissing. The way his soft lips trail up anddown my neck. I don’t know if he’s over Stavros. Am I a tool to make that happen? I don’t know if this is a weekend fling, but I will wait for this man to get his shit together.
Blade nips my neck, one hand squeezing my cock, the other finger fucking me. “I always wanted you, but I never thought you’d want me back.”
His confession chokes me up. “Blade...”
“Now I need to fuck you because I can’t wait anymore.”
With a bite on my lips and a final kiss, Blade sits back. His cock bobs, thick and veiny.
“God, how will that fit inside me?” I ask, hungry and growing obsessed with this feeling.
“It will fit,” he responds with that same throaty groan he uses when he’s teasing an enemy in the torture tunnel, promising a night of terrifying pain. “But, I’m still gonna wreck you.”
Being completely naked out in the open, okay under the brush of a tall pine, fucking in the woods like animals has my cock jerking to come.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he whimpers into the back of his throat.
“Make me yours.”
“You’re already mine.”
Next, I’m flipped over.
