We let out a heavy sigh in unison as he pushes past the first ring of muscle. My hand comes down to work my cock, but his growl in my ear stops me. “I said, hands on the tree, Crew. I wouldhateto have to punish you for being a bad boy.”
My hand resumes its position against the tree as I look over my shoulder. “Would you, though? Hate to punish me?”
His hand cracks down on my ass, shocking the hell out of me. A gasp falls from my lips, the sound echoing through the wooded area. The skin where he slapped burns like a bitch, but my cock is fully onboard with the pain as it drips incessantly for him.
Once he’s fully seated inside me, he pulls back out to the tip, before thrusting back in unapologetically. The burn that always comes with his cock entering me quickly subsides, leaving me with nothing but pleasure with each ruthless snap of his hips.
His hands cover mine against the tree trunk as he continues to fuck me savagely. A hot, wet tongue flicks out, licking my ear, as pants and groans blanket my entire body, warming me with the sound of his arousal. At this angle, his cock grazes my prostate on almost every stroke, filling my entire body with repeated white-hot euphoria.
“Oh, my fucking God, Anderson.Yes, yes!”
“You feel so fucking good, and so fucking tight. You take my cock like such a good fucking boy.”
Off in the distance, we hear someone laughing. We’re pretty far off the trail, so I doubt they’d be able to see us unless they were looking, but still. “Shit, do you hear that?”
“Guess you’ll just need to be extra fucking quiet,” he growls right next to my ear.
“Oh, my God.” There isn’t a single thing that turns me on more than sweet, soft-spoken Anderson being bossy and domineering. Watching him come out of his shell is sexy, and beautiful, and about to send me over the edgeright fucking now.
The pleasure coursing through my veins is otherworldly; I swear my eyes fucking cross. He’s relentlessly fucking against the sweet spot inside me, and my body starts to tingle and scream, like I’m going to come. Which is fucking nuts, since my dick has been untouched this entire time.
My balls draw up and there’s no way I can hold this back. “Fuck, Anderson. Shit. I’m so fucking close.”
We hear leaves crunching on the trail, indicating the hikers are much closer to us now.Shit.They could easily hear us if they stopped and listened.
Anderson slaps a hand over my mouth, pulling my back flush with his chest. “Not a fucking peep, Crew,” he growls in my ear, not slowing down one bit.
A noise to our left sounds, and we both snap our heads in that direction, seeing a fucking golden retriever sniffing a bush near us. I freeze, but Anderson continues to fuck into me, despite our new canine company. My stomach drops when we hear, who I’m guessing is this dog’s owner, say, “Ollie! Come on, boy!”
His hand is still secured over my mouth, hot breath covering my neck. An icy, hot chill runs through me, and I’m whimpering behind his palm. The pleasure is too fucking good. His low, husky voice meets my ears. “These nice people with their golden retriever and two and a half kids are going to see you getting fucking railed up against this tree, cock hard and ready to explode for me, like a slut unable to control himself.”
“Ungh,” I moan incoherently, my head spinning with every dirty word that leaves his mouth.
“They’re going to see you and know what a dirty fucking boy you are. What a fuckingcock slutyou are. Desperate and begging for me to be buried inside of you. Is that what you want, baby boy? Want everyone to know how fucking gone you are for my dick? How you can’t even make it an entire hike without fuckingbeggingfor me to fill you up?”
My eyes roll back, head falling back onto his shoulder seconds before my cock explodes. Thick, white ropes of cum spray the tree in front of us as Ollie, the goddamn dog, trots back to his owners. My breathing is shallow and I’m trying so hard not to make any noise, but it’s next to impossible with the way he’s making me feel.
My release lastsfor-fucking-ever, and he’s on the verge of exploding too, if the way his movements are becoming erratic is any indication. He buries himself to the hilt, teeth sinking into the spot where my shoulder and neck meet, as he groans through his release.
By the time he slides out of me, my body feels boneless. Well and truly fucked. Pulling my shorts up, I turn and face him. He’s tying off the condom and shoving it in the backpack, then tucking himself back into his shorts. He tosses me a pearly white, toothy grin, walking up to me, placing a kiss on my lips.
It’s soft but packed with a level of passion that causes my stomach to do flips.
“That was fucking hot.”
Chuckling, he says, “Yes, it fucking was. But a close call.”
We both bust out laughing as we grab our stuff, making our way back onto the trail. Deciding we’ve had enough physical exertion for the day, we head back down, not bothering to finish the hike. Anderson seems lighter, in better spirits, so hopefully whatever was bothering him was cured by an orgasm.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Anderson
I have never felt like I had an obsessive personality. I tend to be calm, rational, level-headed. But the past few days, since talking to Knox, I’ve been obsessing. Watching Crew closer than I normally do and feeling like a fucking creep about it.
My overactive mind woke me up last night at two in the morning, and since I couldn’t fall back to sleep, I pulled my phone out and started googling shit. Bad idea.
One of the websites I landed on was WebMD… I fucking know. It was a terrible click, but I couldn’t stop myself. It listed several signs that someone may be addicted to drugs, a few of them sounding eerily familiar. The biggest one that stood out to me and slapped me in the face was bloody noses. I’ve only seen him have one a few weeks ago, but it came out of nowhere.