Own (Need #3)
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Daytime isn’t bad, but night is so much more fun and challenging.
When else are you going to see a green glowing pumpkin that was shot from a cannon streak through the sky?
“When was the last time we went together?” I ask as soon as we’re past Dayton.
She lets out a little hum as she thinks about it. “Your senior year.”
“Oh yeah, your freshman year.” The age gap that made things so difficult. Being older, our three years doesn’t seem like a lot, but back then it was huge. Hell, I didn’t stop growing until that year. “Remember the first time you went at night? You were such a wimp. You had my arm in a choke hold.”
Her mouth drops open and she stares at me. “I was twelve and you and Ryan told me for weeks that it was haunted.”
I can’t help but chuckle at the memory of her wide, scared eyes and how she was glued to me. “And you believed us.”
“Two freaking biggest jerks on the planet,” she mumbles.
“You’d been there before, gullible.”
She swats at my arm, but it only makes me laugh.
“But never at night, dumbass. Mom wouldn’t let me. I was sidelined, resigned to daylight hours only until Ryan convinced her I’d be fine with you two.”
I slide my hand into hers, linking our fingers. “You’ll always be fine with us. I’ll always protect you, even from the fictional and imaginary things.”
“This is our exit,” she says.
It takes the focus from her back to the road and off the subject of her scaredy cat freak out. Another fifteen minutes down some dark roads and we arrive. The parking lot is packed, but there’s no line, meaning everyone is already in the maze.
It also means that as soon as she’s out of the car, I’ve got her hand in mine.
We walk up to the ticket booth and a woman who gives us a warm smile. “Evening.”
“Hi. Can I get two tickets?”
Kira makes a sound next to me and I look to find her wallet in hand. I shake my head and bring her hand up to my lips.
Taking our change, tickets, and guide map, we step away. “This is our first official date. If you think you’re paying for anything, think again.”
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, then releases it, her lips drawing up into a shy smile. “My first date with Brayden Hunt.” She squeezes my hand. “Gotta say, not what I was imagining four years ago.”
I hand our tickets to the person at the entrance and pull my flashlight out.
“Blame my father for that.”
As soon as we enter, there is a definite problem. The first acre looks decimated, the corn unable to grow. It appears to improve further back, but finding the mailboxes with the puzzle pieces in this part of the maze is going to be easier than normal. “Looks like the summer was hard on the corn.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen it this bad.”
A giant light in one corner shines, lighting up that area and the entry path.
“Back to dates,” she says as she swings our arms. “What would we have done back then?”
I shrug and shine the flashlight down the pathway, looking out for the first hiding mailbox. “Honestly, there were only two things I was thinking about. One was not getting killed by your brother and the other was keeping my dick out of you.”
“Seriously?” She pulls at my hand, turning us left.
“You’d just turned fifteen, so I devised all sorts of reasons to not have sex with you, and your age was the main reason. I wanted you to hold onto that for just a little longer.”
“But you still wanted to.”
“Fuck yes. I did, but you were also so special to me. The last thing I wanted to do was go to fast and end up hurting you.” Boy did I end up doing that in the worst possible ways. “Now, if you’d been my prom date as I’d planned, I can’t exactly say if I would’ve ended up being as noble as my intentions.”
Kira’s head falls back in laughter before her free hand sweeps around to pat my jeans over my dick. “I was definitely up to give him some love back then.” She heaves a sigh and leans into my arm. “I would’ve loved being your prom date. You know, if you hadn’t stuck your dick in that slut.”
I cringe. “Way to burn, baby.”
She doesn’t say any more, dropping the subject, thankfully, but it still dampened the carefree mood we were in and cooled the air between us.
The last thing I want to do is start into a conversation about that bitch again. If we’re going to have a future, we have to move on from the past. I made some monumental mistakes, and I learned from them.
Another thing I learned was that I will never love another woman other than Kira. It’s almost a biological impossibility. I will do anything to keep her and make her happy.
“There it is,” Kira whisper yells, her arm pointing across my body.
Sure enough, barely poking out from the corn stalks is the first mailbox, complete with a littering of map pieces on the ground.
“About time. We were almost in another section.”
I turn my flashlight off, so not to give away our position. It takes only a second for my vision to adjust and I slowly open the mailbox to keep it from creaking. Inside is a few tape dispensers. I grab a map piece and hand it to Kira before ripping off a few pieces of tape.
Voices come from nearby and I grab Kira’s hand, running away so not to give away our findings. The hunt loses its fun when other people signal the locations.
Once we’re clear, Kira turns around and I use the pieces of tape to secure our first piece to the map. One quadrant down, eleven to go. Creating separation between sections is different colored plastic ribbon draped on the edges of the corn rows and I look at the guide to determine which way to head.
Kira flips on her flashlight and looks down at the paper. “Okay, we’re in purple polka dots. Do you want to go down the length?”
My lip twitches up into a smirk and I wrap my arms around her. “I don’t know. Do you want to go down the length?” I press my hips forward and place open mouthed kisses down the side of her neck.
“Brayden, not here!” she hisses, but she can’t hide the flash of excitement as her ass pushes back. “Come on, we’re looking for yellow and white stripes.”
It takes almost twenty minutes to find the next three mailboxes in the row, then another twenty for the next two. The entire time I can’t keep my hands off her. It doesn’t matter what part of her, any part of her. Whatever to keep her close, to freely touch her.
In that time my dick has also gotten so fucking hard in my jeans that I’m practically rutting against her.
“Jesus!” Kira smacks her hand on my chest and pushes.
I can’t help but look at her in confusion. We were walking, searching out the next mailbox. “What?”
She blows out a little huff, then steps closer, her little fingers tangling in my shirt. “You’re getting a little too handsy.”
I can’t see her skin in the low light, and we stopped using our flashlights most of the time. It’s a full moon anyway. But if I could see her, I’m certain her cheeks would be bright red. What I can see a little bit of is her face, and her eyes are heavy, lips parted.
Dipping down, I flick my tongue out across her lips. A groan leaves me when her mouth follows me back, her whole body leaning toward me. I reach out and brush a lock of hair over her shoulder.
“Something you want, baby?”
She blinks at me and stares. It doesn’t last long, seconds until she’s pushing off my chest and stomping away. A few of my long strides and I’m back on her. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her back against me, her feet barely touching the ground.
I’ve never fucked anyone in the maze, and I’m suddenly dying to try it out with Kira. The thrill of it with so many people close by. Hidden but not.
And I know the perfect place.
We have almost half the map done, and there’s a section where the maze doesn’t intersect.
I latch my teeth
onto her neck, nipping at the skin, loving the way she tilts her head to give me more access. It makes the urge to rock my hips into her an actual action.
“Come on, Kitty.” I somehow peel myself from her tempting little body, and grab hold of her hand.
“W-What?”
She follows behind me. It takes more than a few twist and turns before I find the right place, the outer wall of the letters Tom has carved out at the farthest end. The only way in is through the corn stalks, which are at least ten feet tall in this area, a stark contrast to where we came in.
I start to break a path between two of the giant plants, but Kira yanks on my hand, forcing my attention back to her.
“We can’t.”
I step back to her and wrap my arm around her waist. “Don’t you want it, baby?” I kiss down her neck, moaning against her skin. “My cock all the way inside you.” I nip at her ear. “Right now.”
Her breathing picks up and I know I’ve got her. “Damn you.”
I lean down to kiss her before continuing on my path through the corn. It’s only about five stalks deep of a wall, but with no light, we’ll be hidden. Once we’re through to the open area, we look around it to find we’re in the carved out letter T.
No time is wasted. I slip one hand down the front of her jeans, the other up her shirt. Pussy in one hand, perky tit in the other, and luscious skin to devour. She tastes like the sweetest wine beneath my tongue, and I’m dying for a drink.
I rock my hips into her, making sure she can feel how hard I am. She reaches back and fists my hair as her back arches, pressing her perfect ass against my aching dick.
Slick, wet heat coats my fingers as I press in, then slide back up against her clit. Teasing her, making her as mad with want as I am.
Loud laughing, followed by some yells and screams and beams of light bounces through the leaves. I know they can’t see us, their vision dimmed by the use of the flashlights and the obscurity of the corn.
Kira begins tearing at my arms, trying to pry me off. “Brayden, people will see us!” she hisses.
“No they won’t, the maze doesn’t come through this section.”
It doesn’t settle her panic. “They can see us from the bridge.”
It’s only fear of being caught behind her protests, because her pussy has my fingers soaked and is clenched around them. She’s just as dirty as I am. Kira might not have had much experience when we started, but I couldn’t even tell, because her hunger matches mine.
“Kitty, it’s pitch black out here and that damn bridge is over an acre away.” I run my teeth up her neck. A sweet little moan crawls out of her mouth as her back arches again. “Besides, it says to ‘Have a blast’ and I intend to.”
“Gonna blast all your come into my pussy?”
Fuck yes.
I let out a groan and flex my hips forward, holding them against her. “Baby, if you keep that dirty talk up I don’t know where it’s gonna blast.”
Her hands grab onto her waistband and undo her jeans. “Inside me, that’s where.”
Her words in that breathy, desperate tone, telling me to come inside her, make all thought leave me, drowning in nothing but the mindless need to do exactly that.
I lower my zipper and pull my dick through the opening, making sure to get my balls through as well. There’s not a lot of time and there are a lot of people, so the more of my clothes that are on, the better.
Pushing on the edge of her jeans, I get them just enough over her ass to get my dick into her pussy. I lick my fingers, running it over the tip of my dick before finding the right angle to get in.
I bend my legs, but I can’t get low enough. Without her fuck-me heels or the lack of anything steady to grab onto, as well as the constriction of our clothes, our near foot height difference is causing problems.
“Fuck.”
“Brayden?”
“Get on your knees.”
“No,” she says.
“No?”
“Both of us going out there with dirty knees will tell everyone what we were doing in here.”
I hate that she’s right, because the only thoughts in my head are about how my dick needs to be inside her right this second. The drive to have her tight pussy wrapped around me, stroking my come from my balls.
The vision of her riding me gives me an idea and I drop to my knees. I sit back on my haunches, my dick sticking straight up.
“Fuck,” she groans.
“Come here.”
Leaning back, I help her get one leg of her jeans off, pull her forward to straddle my legs, then help her to sink down on me.
Warm, wet, and so tight, her pussy makes my eyes roll back and a moan to crawl out from deep in my chest when she hits the base.
It’s a little awkward, but also possibly one of the most intimate positions I’ve ever been in. Almost like she’s riding me, but I also have a lot of room to stroke deep into her. Legs clenched around my hips and torso but her feet firmly planted on the ground.
She wraps her hands around my neck and pulls me to her, that tasty tongue of hers slipping between my lips.
My hands splay out, moving up her back, pulling her closer as we both begin moving. Slow, shallow thrusts and her moans at my ear are torture and I don’t know if I can hold on to the last bit of rationality left in me.
In the background we hear kids laughing and running, adults talking. Flashlights send small beams of light between the cornstalks, but I know we’re hidden.
That doesn’t lessen the excitement.
In the moonlight, I can see that Kira’s eyes are heavy-lidded as she bounces on me. She lets out a shuddering breath and a long, low moan.
Each thrust up, each connect, drives us further into madness.
Our love is madness.
A sane love can’t compare to the depth of our connection, our need for each other on a cellular level.
I’d rather have five minutes of this kind of love than a lifetime of any other.
It’s real and hard and not for the weak.
In risky moments like this, with my cock buried inside her, racing to paint her with my come, I don’t care about anything or anyone outside.
Only Kira. She gives me life. Without her I’m dead. A despicable guy.
I move one hand around her waist and up her side until I’m cupping her face. In the quiet all I hear is our heavy breaths along with the wet squelch of my dick spearing her pussy.
The open mouthed, empty expression on her face probably matches my own and tells me one thing—she’s just as close as I am.
Moving the hand on her back to her waist, I take control. Holding her against my chest, giving me leverage to stroke into her as long and deep as I can.
A low keening sounds leaves her, lips ghosting across my own. Her fingers fist into my jacket, twisting and pulling as she tries to stay quiet, to keep from screaming. From letting everyone know the ecstasy I’m giving to her.
That she’s giving me.
My mind is blank from the overwhelming pleasure of her tight pussy, my body’s need to come driving my hips in a manic pace. In and out. In and out. Muscles locked down to only this one motion.
Teeth clamp down on my neck and send an electric pulse all the way through my body.
Fuck. I’m coming.
It’s pain, it’s pleasure. It’s every muscle simultaneously clenching and releasing. My cock pulsing as it fires off in the most explosive way in the most perfect of places.
I can feel her walls flutter around me, pulling my come out of my balls.
It’s when I’ve relaxed back down on my haunches that the others sounds come crashing in, mixing in with our pants. Kira freezes, which makes her clamp down and me to groan into her neck.
“Ssh, they’re just walking through the maze. They can’t see us.”
She pulls back when the voices leave and cups my face. “You’re such a freaking kinky asshole.”
I chuckle at her and nip at her lower lip. “Uh-huh. Yo
u don’t know how much I love the idea of us trying to find our way out of here and you’re stuffed with my come.”
She pushes against my shoulders and I grab her waist to help her up. Almost to the top of my shaft and my dick wants to slide back into her. It’s warm inside her and fucking cold out.
As soon as she’s off some of the come falls back down onto me. Looks like a shower and laundry are in order when we get home.
I love watching her shimmy to get her jeans over her hips and ass, her tits giving a nice little jiggle. She just rolls her eyes at me.
I tuck my softening dick away and take her hand, listening for more voices before making a path between the stalks.
“So, do you want to finish the map?” I ask as we begin walking down a path.
If she doesn’t want to there’s a way to find the exit without the map.
She shrugs. “It’s not like another half hour or so is going to change anything because it’s still an hour drive back.”
I pull her close and lean down to kiss her. “There’s still six quadrants left.”
“We better get moving then.” She smirks at me before pulling away and running, a giggle leaving her lips.
I smirk, watching her run before taking off after her. She’s not getting away from me. Not now and not ever.
October 9th 2015
I should be reading. I should be absorbing the material. Instead, I’m tapping my pen against my book at a staccato pace.
Kira lets out a huff and draws her legs off mine, pulling my eyes up to her.
“Learning anything over there, other than how many times you can tap that pen in a minute?”
I stop moving my fingers, silencing the sound which I now realize was probably annoying. Can’t help it though. I’ve got nervous energy to burn and it’s my only outlet.
“What are we doing this weekend?” She asks as she stands, then stretches her arms up into the air. A small squeak leaves her, but I can’t take my gaze off the smooth skin her raised shirt reveals.
I’m a few more ticks from pouncing her, my body searching out another outlet even though we had sex an hour or two ago.
“I’ve got to go to my Mom’s tomorrow.”