“Nope. I’m good.”
He’s not.I’m not fucking stupid. But I’m also not going to interrogate him when he clearly doesn’t want to talk about it. We resume our hike in mostly silence. We’ll make comments about the view or the trail here and there, but for the most part, we’re quiet.
About halfway through, I grow tired of the awkwardness, and decide to drag his ass off the trail to do something about it. There hasn’t been a single other hiker for about two miles now, so I feel pretty confident we won’t get caught, but going off trail is probably smart.
“What are you doing?” he asks blankly, while I’m yanking him by his arm into the wooded area.
I shove his back against a tree, my hand wrapping around his throat and squeezing just enough to get his attention. “Something is bothering you, and while I won’t make you tell me when you clearly don’t want to, I am going to do what I can to cheer you up.”
His eyelids become heavy as he takes in what I’mreallysaying. “How do you plan to do that?” His voice is taunting and throaty, full of gravel, and slightly raspy from my grip around his throat. My cock fucking loves the way it sounds.
Deciding that actions speak louder than words, I drop to my knees, peering up at him under my lashes. “First, I’m going to suck your dick so good, your toes will be curling inside your shoes. Then I’m going to let you fuck mehardup against this tree… where anybody could catch us. How’s that sound?”
His throat bobs as he swallows hard. Dark, dilated eyes look around the area before coming back to me. His dick is visibly getting harder behind his shorts. “Uh, good. Yeah, that sounds g-good.”
Flashing him a devilish grin, my fingers get to work flicking the button open and unzipping his shorts. My hand reaches inside, palming his hot, smooth flesh, stroking it a few times before pulling it out. With my gaze locked on his, my mouth closes around the glistening tip, flicking my tongue around teasingly.
At the light touch, his lips part, hands closing into fists at his side, as he watches me with hungry eyes. Working him deeper into my mouth, I hollow my cheeks and get to work. Breathing through my nose to avoid gagging too hard, I fill my throat with him, swallowing around his length, and relishing in the way his eyes roll back at the sensation.
“Fuck, Crew.”
My dick is throbbing in my shorts at the desperate, husky tone of his voice. I bob my head up and down on his cock like the delicious treat that it is, tongue sliding along the underside, as spit drips out the side of my mouth. Pulling off, my tongue lashes out, licking his nuts before taking them into my mouth and sucking.
His right hand is rubbing my jaw adoringly, while his left is fisted tightly in my hair. Heavy, harsh breathing and soft moans are pouring out of him, like music to my ears. His face and neck are flushed, and from down here, his eyes look almost black.
He’s falling apart, and I fucking love it.
Bringing my mouth back to his cock, I swallow him whole, the obscene gagging and slurping noises sounding extra loud in the secluded woods. The knowledge that anybody could walk by at any time and catch us is exhilarating as hell.
I can tell he’s getting close to the edge when his hips start rocking as his balls tighten. There’s no fucking way he’s finishing yet, though. Not until he’s balls deep in my ass, fucking me into oblivion. I pull my mouth off his length, chuckling at the whimper that sounds from him. Standing back up, my lips collide with his, tongue darting in, tasting every corner of his mouth.
He palms my rock-hard length through my pants, swallowing the needy groan I give him. I’m so turned on from sucking him off that I honestly think I could come if we keep kissing.
Can’t have that. What fun would that be?
“Lube and condom are in the backpack,” I breathe against his lips.
“You planned for this?” His teasing grin sends chills down my spine.
“I sure did. Now get them and prep me. I need you inside of me.”
Not needing any more convincing, he reaches for the backpack while I lower my shorts, turn and face the tree, stroking my cock lazily. He slicks his fingers, his hard body crowding my back as they slide between my ass cheeks. The feel of the lube causes me to shiver—both from the coldness of the liquid and the promise of pleasure it offers.
Anderson inserts one finger easily, lips coming down to kiss my neck behind my ear. “You’re a dirty fucking boy, Crew.”
“Mmhmm,” is all I can manage as he slips a second finger into the mix. He finds my prostate easily, stars exploding behind my eyes and an electric current zapping through my body. “Fuck, yes!”
“Does my dirty boy like when I touch you there?” His voice is huskier than I’ve ever heard it. His hot breath covers my neck, causing goosebumps to break out along my body.
“Yes, ahhh. Fucking hell, don’t stop.”
He continues to peg that sweet button over and over, until I’m on the verge of coming, then pulls his fingers out, thrusting back in with three this time. My head drops onto his shoulder, my hand gripping my cock and stroking. The sensation of his fingers in my ass and my hand around my cock is mind-blowing.
“Anderson,” I moan. “I’m ready.Please. Get in me.”
The sound of foil ripping open finds my ears. A beat later, his hands land on my hips, hauling me toward him and arching my back. “Hands on the tree.”
My palms meet the rough, wide tree trunk, and my heart flutters inside my chest, body temperature spiking in anticipation for him, and also, for the fear of being so out in the open. His large cock head lines up with my hole, pushing his way in as I force my body to relax, welcoming him inside.