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You’re speechless. The world that surrounds you is an autumn dream that stretches vast in front of you. Joel holds your hand tight. Both of you slightly damp from sweat, both of you exhausted from the trip here. Green pine trees surround the crystal clear lake, a small wooden pier making way towards the water. And just a bit further from all of it is a tiny cabin, nestled under the gorgeous red and green of the sweetgum trees. Your heart soars. You imagine the brush strokes you would do to mimic the texture of the nature surrounding you, a gorgeous tapestry of a world untouched except for the small tiny cabin.
After practically drooling over the scenery before you, you turn to Joel. Heat crawling up from your neck to your cheeks when you realize he’s staring at you instead. He alone halts the breath in your lungs as he suddenly leans, his chapped lips touching the warmth of your cheek.
“How did you even manage to rent this place?” you ask, breathless due to the touch of skin.
“Someone owed me a favor,” he grins, leading you down the small hill of fading grass.
“I wasn’t aware contractors had so much leverage.”
“Oh, you have no idea darlin’.”
You want to bathe under the smooth rumble of his drawl. His voice is like coffee, warm and rich. A shudder crawls up your spine, stroking the base of your neck. A burst of heat spreads between your legs, your panties suddenly slick and sticking to your skin. You watch intently as Joel unlocks the door and guides you inside with his hand on the back of your neck. Another shudder. This time accompanied by your mouth watering. It’s been a while since you two had some alone time. Between helping Sarah adjust to the new school year and the Miller brother’s busy work schedule, it was hard to snag some time for yourselves.
“You’re gonna burn holes into my skin if you stare any harder.” You jump, the interior of the cabin suddenly bright and vivid. Joel smiles lazily before dropping the bags to the floor, a tiny cloud of dust swirls in the air. “Care to spare what it is you’re thinkin’ so hard about?”
“Wouldn't you like to know,” you mimic his movements and drop your own, less heavy bag, to the floor. You laugh when he frowns.
“I would actually. I would very much like to know.”
He steps forward, crowding you until your back meets the tender wall of the cabin. It creaks. Joel’s hands find your waist and pull you until you’re flushed against him, his scent thick with sweat and pine fills your nostrils. Briefly, you close your eyes and breathe. He fills your lungs, you desperately want to keep him there, keep his delicious scent within you until the day you die.
“You gonna make me ask again?” his voice drops, something dark and curious lingering in his tone. A tingle makes home at the small of your back. You want to chase that darkness, follow it until he snaps. With a swallow you raise your chin, eyes shimmering with delight. His gaze hardens. His worn jeans hide nothing as he grinds his thickening cock over the soft flesh of your stomach. A soft moan escapes your lips and he smiles. “Why are you bein’ a brat all of a sudden? And here I thought how good you’d be because I brought you here.”
Your head falls back with a loud thud, his short moment of worry makes your heart melt.
“Remember our little bet that I won?” you ask and he nods. “I think I want to cash in my price now.”
Joel raises a brow, “Oh?” he rubs himself against you once more, both of your breaths catching in your throats. “Tell me then. Don’t keep me waitin’.”
“I want you to. . .” you gently guide your lips out of his reach as he chases them. He leans in again, grazing your lips with a tantalizing touch. Yet, with a turn, you offer only the warmth of your cheek. Your nipples tighten, arousal coils in your stomach. “Hunt me down, Mr Miller.”
“Hunt you down?”
You nod bashfully, wrapping your arms around his thick neck, you force his face into the crook of your neck. His labored breaths are warm against your skin. Another wave of lust washes over you when he kisses and bites the tender skin. You would’ve looked him in the eyes but anxiety still rolls dutifully in your gut. You’ve done a lot of things with him. Things you haven’t done with anyone else. However, the doubt always lingers.
“I want to be the pretty little thing you’re obsessed with—”
“I’m already obsessed with you.”
His lips moving on your skin makes you stammer over your words. You breathe and swallow, trying to clear your mind.
“I mean in a stalkerfindsoutwherehiscrushlives type of thing. If. . . if that’s alright. I’m still not sure if you’re comfortable with. . . stuff like that.”
Joel forcefully breaks out of your hold and looks you in the eyes. The crease between his brows is deep, the corner of his lips looking downward. “I’m comfortable as long as you’re comfortable.” You’re about to object and say that’s not how that works but he cuts you off before you can. “I’ll let you know if you hit any of my limits darlin’ but for now. . . you hit none.”
His pupils visibly dilate, the look he’s giving you shortens your breath, makes you squirm where you stand. You swallow. You want this man to ruin you in the best and worst way possible.
“So, what exactly would you like your hunter to do?” he rasps, all you hear is gravel. Your heart stops as his fingers one by one roll around your neck. He applies gentle pressure and kisses the corner of your chin. “Tell me all the things you want me to do to you, sweetheart.”
The subtle warmth caused by the fire flickers out, replacing the lovely heat of your body with a damp chill. You curl your body until your knees nearly touch your chest. You can hear the tree leaves dancing with the wind. A stream of moonlight trickling from between the still curtains. You listen to your own breathing, to your heartbeat. You were completely alone in the small cabin. Another burst of wind blows and the wood creaks. Fear coats your tongue, your mouth suddenly very dry and your senses very much awake despite the late hour.
Among the silence, a little click flows loudly within the cabin. Your body stills, and you hold your breath, waiting for the sound to repeat itself.
It does.
A creak and a groan caused by the wood. You close your eyes. Footsteps. Slow, silent, but still audible. The door to your bedroom is closed but you know it won’t stay like that for long. Closer and closer. You feel the beat of your heart in your throat. Louder. You swallow. He’s coming. He’s close. Sweat bursts from every pore of your body.
You need to get out.
Quickly you whip the comforter off of your shaking body and look for clothes. Not bothering to change, you throw your jacket over your shoulders and shove your feet into your boots. You quickly tie them. His steps are getting closer and you know he’s right outside the door, listening, waiting for you to jolt out the tiny bedroom so he can catch you. But you won’t make it that easy for him. You refuse to make it easy.
The windows open with a loud click, old metal and wood alerting him as you manage to jump out. You’re clumsy and stumble forward when you land, nearly falling face-first into the moist ground, “Fuck,” you mutter, starting to run.
Moving leaves alert the moon of your departure. A beautiful blue hue coats the long blades of grass, the lake, and the trees. The sky is reflected perfectly above the still surface of water. Sadly, you don’t have much time to admire it.
“Come back here!” he shouts and when you turn you see him jumping out the window the same way you did. “You know I’ll catch you and when I do you’re mine !”
A pleasurable shiver crawls up your spine. He sounds so serious, his voice husky and deep and loud. Again you feel that fear of getting caught. Your fear and excitement walk hand in hand. However, you know it won’t have the same effect if you just fake it.
So, you run.
You dart into the forest, drawing deep breaths from your mouth, your heart beats rapidly against your ribcage. Like most things, he’s also better at the chase than you are. He’s strong, has better stamina. He’s been here before. He knows how to survive and meanwhile, you’re the type of person to scream when come across a bug. You and him are not the same. Which makes you realize that maybe this is a bit unfair.
You also can’t ignore the way sticky arousal coats the inside of your thighs. You imagine him panting as he looks for you, sweat dripping down his temples and shirt sticking to his tanned skin—
Your lungs feel like they’re about to explode and you stop. Your body is buzzing with adrenaline. Some part of you wants to go back, to just give up but you can’t move. A mirage crawls around your throat and holds you in place. A lingering darkness. A watchful pair of eyes.
You’ve never viewed him as dangerous, maybe you should.
“There you are, my playful lil’ beam of sunshine.” You turn then, there’s still a decent amount of space between you but he’s not moving, only watching. As you imagined, he’s panting heavily, ragged breaths leaving his curling lips. “Found you,” he says in a slightly melodic tone. “Now come here before I lose myself in this game of yours.”
His gray button-up hugs his shoulders and chest tightly. Every bulge of muscle is accentuated by the fabric, creating a sculpted silhouette that demands attention. The sleeves, rolled up to reveal forearms adorned with veins, hint at strength restrained but ready to be unleashed. It’s hard to see within the dark but when he slightly shifts you see it, a blade glimmering under the soft light of the moon. You swallow.
“We’re not playing hide and seek,” you say, meeting his gaze. “This game isn’t over until you actually catch me.”
Before you give him a chance you step forward, ready to run.
Yet you fall.
“Ow!” you cry, the side of your cheek scraping the dirt. You turn to your back and look down as you hold your nose. You glare at your shoes which are now untied. You open your mouth to curse but a hand is promptly shoving you down back into the dirt. Joel is fighting hard not to burst out laughing. You can see it in how he’s biting his bottom lip, the corners twitching in amusement. With his full body weight on you, it’s almost impossible to break away from him.
“Caught you,” he teases. “Now, ain’t that easy.”
“Oh, fuck you, Joel. You know this isn’t fair—”
The words are caught in your throat when he clicks his tongue and presses the knife against the hard shell of your throat. Your eyes widen, breath hitching, your hands find his waist and squeeze a little.
“Don’t be a brat,” he mutters, his eyes dropping to your lips. “A deal is a deal. I catch you I fuck you . This sweet pussy is mine now.”
His eyes search yours for a brief moment, a hint of worry, a hint of uncertainty lingering in his dark irises, “Sound good?”
“Yes.”
This time he can’t hide his smile. He grins broadly as his face nestles the crook of your neck, sharp knife still in place, forcing you to be careful with your movements. Joel kisses your neck, the softness of his lips repeated against your cold skin. And when he finally tears himself away from you the joyful softness is gone, leaving only in its place carnal hunger.
“Mine, mine, mine,” he kisses you over and over, sucking on your tongue and nipping at your bottom lip. You can’t breathe, the sharp end of the knife secured on your throat. “Mine,” he growls again. You feel the hard outline of his cock as he desperately ruts himself between your legs. All you can think is how dirty this is. How filthy and amazing it is for him to claim you. To devour you out in the open. He keeps chanting the same word— mine — over and over. As if you’ve awakened some kind of beast.
Joel pulls away, the lack of his heat making gooseflesh rise in its wake. He smiles as he looks down. Your lips part. Your heart beating a mile per minute. The knife slowly deserts your throat and trails down your neckline, cutting your weathered shirt in the middle like butter. You hold your breath. With the sharp end, he teases the soft flesh of your stomach. He eyes your tits greedily, your nipples hard and aching.
“You were runnin’ around like this ?” he rasps, his tone amused. “With no bra?”
You nod. The knife travels lower to the waistband of your sweatpants. He doesn’t cut the fabric, instead, he fixes his gaze onto yours. A look powerful enough to empty your lungs with one long breath. He leans until his lips brush against your own.
“If I cut this off will you be bare there too?”
The answer is no, but you’re regretting not going completely nude under your clothes now. His look is one you’ve never seen before—maybe only hints here and there—but never this unhinged, never this hungry and wanting.
Joel places the knife right near your head. Your eyes drop down to where he’s unbuckling his jeans, the sound is loud within the silence of the forest, and the sight makes your mouth water. You want to move up, take him between your lips, suck on his deliciously large cock until he has nothing else to give. He doesn’t allow it. With one hand, he holds you by the throat and pushes you down, his other hand disappears beneath his jeans, stroking himself.
“I’m gonna fuck you hard, sweetheart.” The gravel in his voice scratches your ear pleasantly and your eyes flutter closed. He gives you a warning squeeze until you open them back up again. “I want you to scream for me. I want to see you writhing underneath me. I’m gonna give you everything and you’re gonna take it. Understood?”
Tears flood your eyes, every bit of sense of the real world fading into the back of your mind. You see only him. You hear only the forest. Feel only the earth underneath your bare skin. You’ve never thought letting go would be this easy.
He makes it easy.
Joel is quick to undress you, tugging off your sweats along with your underwear—he, himself doesn’t undress. You don’t know why but the awareness that you’re naked and he’s not makes your skin grow even tighter. You feel the scrape of his jeans as he aligns himself with you, dark curls crown the base of his cock, a sliver of stomach showing when he pushes forward. Your body arches at the stretch and just as you attempt to take a deep inhale, his hand is back on your throat. Controlling the airflow and only allowing you enough to remain conscience.
He slides into you easily, your body the perfect hole for him to fill. Your cunt, your thighs, the patch of earth underneath you—all of it is embarrassingly wet and it’s only getting worse with his cock filling you inch by inch. Joel lets out a loud groan when he’s completely sheathed inside. He stays still for a while, forehead dropping to meet your own, heavy breaths fall from his lips. The act falls for a moment and he kisses the tip of your nose and then your lips, the rough hairs above his lips tickling the sensitive skin.
“You feel so fuckin’ good. Can you feel how tight you’re squeezin’ me darlin’? How excited your body is for me to fuck you until every thought is knocked from your head?” With the whimper you let out, he finally pulls his hips back, only to snap them forward without concern. Your eyes roll back, your breasts jumping from the sheer firmness of it. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, look at you—”
Then, just as promised, Joel fucks you hard.
Your fingers dig into the dirt, your body moving to meet the harsh strokes of his cock. He lifts both your legs and pushes them to your chest, pressing down harder, you cry out as he reaches even deeper. Your body is set on fire. “Beg,” he commands. And when you don’t, Joel pulls out, drags the head of his length over the soaked lips of your cunt. He teases your puffy clit, smiles when you shudder and shake. “Beg,” he repeats.
“Make me come,” you cry out, almost deranged. “Fuck me— Please please please —I don’t know what else to say. . . J-Just. . . fuck me .”
You’re still muttering, whimpering when he pushes back in, spearing you and stretching you wide. He’s pleased by your groveling and you’re thankful he is because you were on the brink of sobbing. His tongue is in your mouth as he hammers himself even deeper, you can barely think, the coarse hairs at the base of his cock are damp with slick, adding friction to your throbbing clit.
There’s a short moment where your eyes slip and look to the side, following the shine of the moon, you see the blade. You remember how he threatened you, how the metal felt against your skin—
He tears you apart and you shatter around him. Your body goes rigid then loose, almost simultaneously. Joel moans between gritted teeth, your body squeezing him tight so he doesn’t go. A gush of slick wets his cock and trickles down his thighs. His teeth sink into your neck, hips moving up and down without fully leaving the tight fist of your cunt. He whimpers needily into your skin, kissing and biting.
You want to feel him inside, feel the warm drip of his spend trickling out of you when he pulls out—you want to beg him for it—tell him that you don’t care about the consequences—Before you can, he’s pulling out, his eyes wild as they search your face, his wet cock between his fist. He falls back down and squeezes the base.
“Come here. I want your mouth on my cock right now—Want you to fuckin’ taste how good you are—”
You scramble forward, nearly falling as your hands grip the meat of his thighs and your mouth finds the head of his cock. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust. Holding your head, he pushes you down until your nose is buried in his curls. You feel him going down your throat. You swallow constantly, trying your best not to gag.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” Joel’s voice echoes, shallowly thrusting into your throat. “ Fuck fuck fuck— ”
His cock throbs heavily on your tongue, spilling down your throat, he keeps you still. You can barely breathe, shiny translucent tears trickling down your cheeks. There’s so much of it. Spit mixed with come trickles down the corner of your lips, his balls heavy on your chin.
“My good fuckin’ girl,” he says within a low chuckle. Joel releases your head and you slowly pull back, you swallow once more and lick your lips. You enjoy the taste of him. “Are you a’right, sweetheart? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Not at all,” you answer, surprised at how hoarse your voice sounds. “You know I love sucking your cock.”
His eyes close and his body visibly shudders, “Jesus Christ, you’re gonna be the death of me.” You’re about to quip back but you end up shivering instead, the cold once again settling over your skin. “Here,” he says, wrapping you with his jacket. “Sorry ‘bout your shirt.”
You smile as you stand on shaky legs. He hugs you and kisses your face, fleeting kisses peppered all over your face. A soft giggle drops from your lips. Joel cradles your cheeks, thumbs moving down the apples of your cheeks, he slants his lips over yours, his tongue warm and soft as it slips into your mouth. Kissing you in earnest.
“Was it worth cashin’ in your prize?”
Your smile broadens.
“It was worth every second.”