I'm just coming up on my house when I spot a familiar face hiding. "There you are." It's said from the shadows, Rhys's familiar growl reaching out to blow in my ear as he stands from the tree he was leaning against. I don't look at him, and I don't stop walking, but he doesn't care. "I thought you'd be home sooner."
"Thought wrong." I can already tell by his tone that he's not in the mood for my games, but I can't help it.
He grabs my backpack, yanking me backward by the handle. I'm spun to face him, and his lips glide over mine, soft and sweet for all of three seconds. Biting into my lower lip, he tugs it back, letting it scrape through his teeth as he lets it go. "Run."
I blink up at him, confused by his quiet demand. "What?"
He releases me, the white blond of his hair reflecting off the moon at his back. "Run, Hadley."
It only takes me a second to react, my sneakers scraping on the sidewalk as I spin around and take off for my backyard. Stepping off the sidewalk, I cut through grass, sprinting toward my open yard gate. I can hear Rhys's footfalls behind me, and my heart’s picking up has nothing to do with my running. I ditch my backpack at the gate, swinging it off of my shoulders and tossing it toward the side of my house. Pumping my arms, I sprint across my back lawn, knowing I'm getting closer and closer to getting caught.
I feel his presence before his fingers, his big hand knuckling the back of my hoodie, catching me off balance. I'm slammed to the ground, Rhys's body following mine as I'm rolled to lay on my back. Rhys's forearms lock on either side of my head, his hair hanging down as he looks at me, legs tangled with mine. Both of us are breathing heavily, our chests almost in tune as he braces above me.
"Your sex kinks are really weird."
His upper lip curls at my remark, his tongue reaching out to lick the seam of my upper lip. "You would know."
I laugh at that, the sound carrying through the trees. My house is the last on the cul-de-sac, you can't even see the other houses from my driveway, and it bumps right upto the Rivercrest National Forest. We're completely secluded out here. It's cold, though. My fingers and face feel tingly with cold. "You caught me, now what?"
He sits up instead of answering, his hands pulling off my sneakers. I frown at him, watching his fingers find the button on my denim. He starts to tug them down, and I try to grab them with no success. "I'm going to freeze out here!"
He shrugs, his piercings glinting with the moonlight. "You should have ran into the house." He jerks my jeans over my feet, eyes on my pussy as his hands slide up my thighs. "Take your hoodie off."
Already shivering, I do as he says, pulling it over my head and discarding it off to the side. My skin is pebbled with goosebumps, the cold air stinging my flesh. His big warm hands slide up my sides, pushing my shirt along with it, and I raise my arms, letting him pull it over my head. He nods at my bra, and I slip it off. I'm shivering before him, my arms crossing over my chest to get warm.
He shakes his head, and I drop them, knowing that fighting him gets me nowhere. He spreads my legs wide as he kneels before me, his hands running over my knees and down my thighs. Using his thumbs, he spreads my pussy lips under his gaze. He groans at the soft, wet sound that his fingers make, and the noise curls my toes into the grass. His attention moves upward at a leisurely pace as he draws out my being outside in the cold, his fingers plucking at the already hard peaks of my nipples until my fingers are digging into the grass bes
ide me.
He leans over me, and I suck in his warmth, moaning into his mouth as he takes my lips in his, licking the taste from my tongue. His teeth lightly scrape my chin as he pulls away, wet kisses placed on my neck and collarbone that burn in the cold air. "Touch yourself."
I immediately respond to his low command, my hand snaking between our bodies to stroke my cold fingers along my hot wet slit. I circle them around my clit, arching into Rhys's mouth as he sucks in a nipple, flicking his tongue until it's oversensitive and I'm wiggling beneath him. He gives the other breast equal treatment; his warm hands running along my goosebumps is almost overstimulating with my tight nipples and pumping fingers. He sits back, and I watch as he unzips his denim, pushing it down far enough to free the long, hard length of his erection. He runs his hand down the length, palm squeezing over the head as his eyes fix on my fingers sliding in and out of my slick pussy.
The hand wrapped around his dick matches my rhythm, continuing to fuck his hand as he watches me masturbate for him. A small bit of pre-cum squirts out of the tip of his penis onto his fingers, and I moan at the sight, my palm working my clit as I lift my hips off the ground for him. The sight of his fingers spreading the cum over his swollen head has my pussy clenching the air in search of his dick. I part my lips for his dark gaze, wordlessly inviting him to slip in, spreading them with the fingers of one hand while I thrum my clit with the other. My hips shifting to fuck the air as I silently beg him to fill me up, my tits squished between my arms, so they jiggle with each small move I make.
I almost cry when he shifts forward, eyes meeting mine as he grabs my hips and slides me to him. I can't keep my hips still as lines his dick up with my soaking pussy, my hands ripping at the grass on either side of me as I wait for him to fill me up. I barely feel the cold anymore, all of my attention and focus on the tip of his dick as it presses between my lips. He pushes a palm on my lower belly, fucking me with just the tip of his dick as I moan my frustrations into the trees. He's biting his lip, scowl in place as he watches the swollen head of his erection disappear between my wet lips. I want all of him, but I know better than to ask. He'll refuse just to spite me, even if it's something he also wants.
I'm on the cusps of my orgasm, the back of my spine warming, moving toward my gut as I thrust in the grass below Rhys. He chooses that moment to ram me full with the rest of his dick, and I instantly orgasm, my pussy clenching around him as he groans above me. I thrust through my release, his palms pressing down on my inner thighs to keep me spread for him as he jerks into me with an almost mindless rhythm. I can vaguely feel that my toes are frozen, but I don't even care anymore, watching Rhys's hair flop over his eye as he groans his release between my thighs. His tongue runs over his bottom lip as he looks down at me, his hips pumping leisurely a few more times before he pulls out.
I watch him as he tucks himself away, his eyes raking over my body like he's not finished for the night. He reaches over and grabs my hoodie, tossing it to me. "You should get dressed, your lips are starting to turn blue." He smirks at that, standing as he watches me cover back up.
I pull my panties back on and my hoodie, but just grab the rest. Standing, Rhys's eyes follow me as I start walking toward my house. Pushing open the sliding door, I walk in, leaving it open for him. He closes it behind him, leaning against the glass. Shivering, now that I'm not thoroughly distracted, I grab a blanket and sit on the couch. I have to rest my cheek on the back of it to see Rhys.
"You never talk about yourself."
His eyes narrow marginally, his big body standing off of the door to sit on the couch with me. He pushes my feet off his lap when I try to set them there. Rhys is definitely not a cuddling type of guy. "Why should I? You already know everything about me."
I scoff, watching as he grabs the remote from the coffee table to flick the tv on. "That's not true."
He looks at me from the corner of his eye, "You know it is." His tone says the conversation is over, so I scoot lower onto the couch, resting my head on my arm as a pillow. My eyes are just starting to drift closed when I feel the soft swipe of Rhys's thumb on my ankle under the blanket. Knowing he'll stop if I say anything, I just smile to myself and go to sleep.
I dreamt about this. It was one of those dreams that almost feels like a whisper of a memory. Like a sense of deja vu. I wasn't going to actually put it into action, but the more I tried to suppress it, the harder it lingered. Like a spot on the carpet you just can't scrub out; the more and more you scrub, it just gets bigger, spreading further and further until it is worse than it was when you started and simply can't be ignored. I found myself focusing more on the dream and the need to reenact it than the butterfly I'd be adding to my collection. She is still important, just not quite as important.
Maybe my unfixable case of unfulfillment dreamed it up for me as a solution to the problem I haven't been able to fix; it certainly is bound to attract attention. Or, and most likely, I'm teetering on the edge of desperation to feel that thing I seem to be missing. Like slurping down a slushy a tad too quickly, all I can manage is a rapid and short brain freeze instead of the high I'm looking for. I feel like I've left the house and forgotten something, but I can't remember what it is I've forgotten. This looming in my gut that makes me sick.
Finding the butterfly to fit my ideal vision was easy enough. My butterflies always find me; they know they belong to me and eventually always flutter straight in my direction. I'm the dark desire they want, and they don't know why. Usually, I'm their dirty secret as much as they are mine. Not for the same reasons, of course, but it works in my favor nonetheless, so I try not to let it bother me too much.
Although my vision for tonight doesn't require that much planning in regards to preparation, it feels important to get as many details as I can right. That includes my Vanessa carduiI. My dream didn't have a clear appearance for her, but a blurry idea that consisted of long brown hair, tall, and slender. In a way, generic, but still beautiful, like all the butterflies in my collection.