13
Sawyer
I rake my fingers down her back until they reach the curve of her ass. I dig my digits under her perfect bubble butt and grab her flesh hard, like I’m claiming it. The bruise my desperation is sure to leave on her skin will be my mark.
I grind my throbbing cock against the heat of her pussy and possess her mouth with my tongue. My senses are all firing at once, except common sense. That guy made a run for the snow.
“I want you so bad,” Ashley whispers against my lips. My heart pounds in my chest like a woodpecker drilling a hole in a tree. It’s been too long since I’ve had a woman. She doesn’t know the beast she’s trying to unleash on her body. She doesn’t understand the rabid need coursing through my veins.
“This is a bad idea,” I warn her, my voice raw and hoarse.
“Maybe that’s what I want,” she looks up at me with her wide, blue eyes. The innocence I see flickering over them tells me she has no idea what she wants. I’m not under some old-fashioned illusion that she’s inexperienced. Fuck, she was running away from her fiancé, wasn’t she? I know full well she’s had other men. But I can guarantee that no man has possessed her, has owned every inch of her creamy skin, has destroyed her like I’m going to.
“You’re confused and lost. You don’t have any idea what you want,” her hips shiver against mine as I rub my cock over her heat. Her mind might not be certain about what she wants, but her body is.
She pants in my ear and squeezes her eyes shut, like just rubbing myself against her is almost enough to make her cum. Proving my point that she’s not ready for what a feral man, after years of living off-grid, is going to do to her.
That sweet, little pussy doesn’t stand a chance. After I fuck her, no cock will be good enough for her again. None but mine.
“I want you, Sawyer. Please, don’t make me beg.” She breathes the words and flutters her heavy eyelids open at me. The blue of her eyes has transformed from the serene sky on a spring morning to the wild, crashing waves of the ocean. I can see her need tossing about on those stormy seas. I can see the innocent girl disappear as she embraces her fate.
I bury my fingers in the long tendrils of her hair and yank her head over roughly. Ashley moans, she fucking moans like I just licked her pussy. I pull her earlobe inside my lips and flicker my tongue over the soft flesh then drag a wet trail over her smooth neck down to her collarbone, possessing her one inch at a time.
“If you want this, there’s no going back, Ashley. I will own every part of you. I’ll claim you as mine. You might walk out of these woods, you might never come back, but you’ll spend the rest of your life unhappy and unsatisfied with what you’ll find out there. Once I have you, I won’t just own your body, I will be in your mind, and I’ll never let go.” I warn her.
Ashley twists in my hand, pulling her hair even tighter against my fist and smiles. “Fuck me, Sawyer. I want to feel you,” she arches her back and pleads with me.
I untangle my hand from her hair and slide my fingers under the edge of her shirt. My shirt, but there’s no denying it looks better on her. I don’t bother with the buttons down the front, instead sliding it up over her arms, and discarding it on the floor. I know my beard must be rough against her skin, but my lips are soft and I kiss a path to her perfect tits, taking a rosy nipple into my mouth. I nip at her tender flesh before suckling it softly. Her nipple peaks in my mouth and she lifts her full breast as she throws back her shoulders, like she wants me to devour her breasts.
I tug her pants down and am pleased when they fall from her legs. She steps out of the fabric pools, never breaking my claim to her breasts.
I step back, admiring her young, soft curves. The heavy cup of her breasts over her flat belly that flares out into her wide hips. They have to be wide for that big, beautiful ass of hers. It’s not hard to imagine how she’s made a living teasing people with pictures of her huge bubble butt. My eyes skim over her shaved pussy and I lick my lips hungrily. I drop to my haunches and grab her hips in my hands, guiding her to my face. I need to taste her. To feel her desire coat my tongue. Beads of her nectar at her entrance betray her need. I swipe my tongue over her pink, swollen lips, then bury it inside her slit.
“Oh, Sawyer!” She cries out to the ceiling and leans into my desperate mouth. I part her smooth lips and hold her tight against my face as I tease her clit with an assault from my mouth. I suck her sensitive nub, pulling it in just past my lips and mercilessly thrash my tongue over it. She tastes like a sweet summer pie of the freshest berries picked just as the sun ripened them to perfection.
Her body writhes and trembles as her ecstasy builds with each swirl of my tongue. I control her pleasure with every measured lick and suck. Her orgasm is a gift I’ll give her before I take what’s mine. Before I possess her senses and own her little pussy with my thick cock.
Ashley cries out as I bring her to the edge and her nectar floods between her lips. I lap it up, happy with my appetizer. My cock throbs against my zipper, loudly reminding me that I’m still hungry for my main meal.
I stand up and Ashley collapses against my chest. “That was incredible,” she murmurs.
“That was just the beginning,” I assure her, stripping my clothes off as she tries to regain her composure. Her eyes open wide as she watches me peel off the layers and abandon the fabric on the floor.
She breathes in sharp, like she just opened the perfect Christmas gift. The one she’d been dreaming about all year, the one she never fully thought she’d get, no matter how good of a girl she was, when I expose my thick, glistening cock to her.
“Are you on birth control?” My mind somehow manages to remember the responsibility, although, if she isn’t, I can’t promise it’ll make any difference for how this is going to go.
“I am,” she never moves her eyes from my dick. Like, she’s afraid it’s too good to be true and if she blinks it will somehow disappear.
“Touch it,” I demand, pulling her hand over to my shaft. Ashley looks unsure, but then her lips curve up into a sweet smile as she wraps her hand around me.
“That’s right baby, I’m going to fuck you good. I’m going to take care of you,” I promise her.
Ashley looks like she’s about to say something, but I don’t give her the opportunity, I clench into her hips firmly and spin her around so she’s flattened against the cabin wall. I step between her legs, forcing them open with my thigh and easily hold both of her wrists over her head with one of my meaty hands.
“Tell me what you want,” I growl in her ear.
“You,” she whispers, but that’s not good enough. I’m going to make her say it.
“What do you want me to do to you, Ashley?” I grab the base of my cock in my hand and rub it over her soft pussy. She leans back against me and presses her ass into me.
“I want your cock, Sawyer. I need you inside me,” she answers me like a good girl.
I don’t keep the lady waiting. Sliding the tip of my cock against her soaking wet entrance, I plunge into her depths savoring her tight heat clenching down on me, adjusting to my thickness.
“Awww,” she breathes and grinds her hips against me.
I circle my hands around each of her thighs and spread them open wide as I bury myself inside her. Ashley’s arms and tits are laid flat against the wall, her face is pressed against the cabin boards as I hold her legs open and fuck her hard.
Ashley presses her weight back against me, not that there’s much to it. It’s enough that she’s anchored herself, so I can fuck her deep and fast. I feel her tight walls trying to milk me dry, squeezing around me, desperate for my seed. My balls tighten up and my cock twitches as I slide inside her wet pussy, until my hips are flat against her plump ass and she’s filled with every inch of me.
“That’s a good girl. Take it all, Ashley,” I praise her and get lost in the rhythm of pounding her pussy with abandon. Every thrust is tattooing my memory in her brain. Every time I claim her, own her, penetrate
her with my thick cock, she cries out, driving me to the edge of my sanity.
I can’t take it anymore, holding her thighs tight, I fuck her like I’m trying to drill her into these wooden walls. She clenches around me, bringing my orgasm crashing down and I fill her with spurts of my cum.
For a moment, I hold her steady, she pants as she turns to face me with a half-cocked smile on her lips as her eyes are glazed over with bliss.
“That was amazing,” she wobbles slightly and I grab her and steady her. I’ll be her pillar. Her strength. I’ll support her and never let her fall.
“Let’s get you to bed,” I murmur. I’m not asking her. I easily slide my arm under her thighs and sweep her off the ground, carrying her to the bedroom. I’m not done with her yet. I won’t be done fucking her until the sun disappears and the moon takes its place. Until the snow melts into spring and the flowers bloom. Until the years blend together in a highlight reel of only our most amazing moments. And even then, I’ll want to fuck her more.
But, for now, she needs her rest. I carry her into the bedroom and lay her on the bed. Rest now. Fuck later.
14
Ashley
I can’t move. Not a muscle. I don’t think I’ve blinked. The only thing I’m sure of is that my heart is still working because it’s threatening to beat out of my chest. My hair is a tangled mess and whatever was left of my makeup is surely smeared, but I don’t care. Not in the least. I roll over and smile into the pillow as I listen to Sawyer lightly snore next to me. I don’t know why he kissed me. I’m not sure what he was thinking, but I do know what I felt.
It.
That spark. That magic. That indescribable, intangible thing I always thought was made up to sell movies and romance novels. I’ve been kissed plenty of times. Ben used to kiss me every day. Look at me, already thinking of him the past tense. My heart sinks as I realize that I’m going to have to go back and deal with his bullshit. It’s almost enough to ruin my mood. To ruin my revelation.
But it doesn’t. Nothing can take away this moment, this exact second in time when sharing myself with Sawyer sent a jolt of electricity through me and made the world behind my eyelids explode in a kaleidoscope of colors. Nothing could make me feel how I did before we had sex. It was like the blinders lifted to an entire world I’d only ever heard about and I was finally allowed to take a step inside. My entire body tingles as I try to make sense of all of this. Even my hair feels electrified, like the first time I rubbed a balloon against the wall to see if it would stick and it left my hair standing on end, clinging to it.
Do I love him? Is that what this feeling is? The thought snaps my body from the cloudy warm world of wonder and into the moment.
Don’t be ridiculous, I scold myself. You don’t know him. You’re just hungry and confused and locked up with this guy. This must be some kind of Stockholm syndrome or something.
Except, I’m no prisoner. And Sawyer seems to be running from something in his life, but I don’t get the sense that it’s the law.
I turn and look at him. His face is so peaceful, yet so manly. I realize this is the first time I’ve felt this way. I was so jaded before. Thinking love and attraction were close enough to the same thing. I can’t believe I was ever going to sell myself short like that.
His eyelids open and he catches me staring at him in his sleep… again. God, how embarrassing.
“Hey beautiful,” his voice is thick. “How long have I been out for?” He stretches and twists every muscle in his powerful arms.
“Not too long,” I answer. The truth is, I’m not sure. Time has no meaning here. Minutes and hours don’t matter. Just survival and fun.
I slide my arms over him and press my breasts against his hairy chest. A stain of dirt across my forearm catches my eye and I frown. Licking my hand, I try to rub the filth from my skin frantically.
“Ok, that’s it,” Sawyer hops out of bed and my focus shifts to his swinging cock hanging like a pendulum between his legs.
“What are you doing?” I watch as he leaves the room and begins putting on his clothes.
“Stay here,” he demands, his voice sounding like his vocal chords have been rubbed with sandpaper.
“Where are you going?” I tilt my head to the side and my knotted hair spills over my shoulder.
“Just, wait here. You’ll see.” He doesn’t give me anymore explanation instead he walks out of the cabin into the snow. I don’t have long to wonder where he is off to before the door opens and he thumps back in across the worn floor with a huge wash basin full of snow. I watch with interest as he plops it down in front of the fire.
“What’s that for?” I hop out of bed and pad barefoot across the floor to the pile of clothes Sawyer helped free from my body from last night.
I dress quickly and look up into his deep brown eyes waiting for an explanation. In them, I don’t see a criminal. A lost soul, sure, but some kind of thief or murderer? I doubt it.
You were wrong about Ben; my conscience reminds me. Thanks, Jiminy Cricket.
“We’ve got to keep a supply of water going and it takes a ton of snow to melt into anything worthwhile,” Sawyer explains. I notice the usual condescending tone he likes to take with me, has been smoothed down. There’s no edge left in his voice.
“I didn’t think about that,” I confess looking over at the pot of water on the stove. It never occurred to me that Sawyer was going through all this trouble to give us even the most basic of necessities. This whole time, I’ve been whining about not having a shower and dreading using the, I shudder, pit toilet, I didn’t even think about how we’ve been getting water to cook and drink with.
“Thank you,” I study his gruff features. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought he was trying to pull off the whole lumbersexual look. With his bushy, but well-groomed beard, and his big black boots and love of plaid. Regardless of whether or not it’s fashionable, he wears it well. I bet I could get him tens of thousands of followers on Instagram. However, the thought makes me sad. Like catching a firefly only to let it die in the Mason jar. Some things aren’t meant to be trapped by glass containers or social media. Not everything is meant for our consumption.
“Isn’t a big deal,” Sawyer answers. “I do it every day back home. It’s just how you survive out here,” he explains.
“Where is home?” I finally ask.
“My home is a beautiful log cottage between Ute Ridge and Simpson Mountain. It took longer than I’d like to admit, but I built it myself,” he puffs out his chest. “Not like this dump,” he looks around with disgust. “I take care of my place.” His beard twitches as his lips turn up into a proud grin.
“I believe that,” I say more to myself than him. “That’s pretty far out there, do you ever see any people?”
“Not unless I’m doing a supply run, that’s where I was heading when I found you. I do the trek about four times a year to get what I need to make it through the next three months.” He crosses the floor and easily plucks the oversized stewing pot off the stove and looks inside.
“Don’t you get lonely?” I whisper, almost afraid of the answer. I realize I’m holding my breath, hoping he’ll say yes. Hoping he’ll have had the same feelings shoot uncontrollably through his body as I did through mine after we had sex. I want him to tell me that he’s painfully lonely and that only I can fix it.
“Nope, can’t say I do.” He keeps his eyes downcast and walks over to the basin he placed by the fire.
I look at my feet as heat licks at my cheeks. God, I’m acting like a little school girl with a crush. Of course he doesn’t feel any of that. I’m being stupid.
Sawyer keeps his back to me and pours the remaining water from the pot in his hands over the snow, turning it into a slushy mixture that reminds me of the Slurpee machine at 7-Eleven.
“I’m going to get more snow for this one,” he turns back to face me and I force myself to wear a smile.
“Ok, sounds good.”
“While I�
��m doing that, can you crank up the radio? I’m pretty sure we’re here for a while yet. It’s getting really icy out there and the snow still hasn’t stopped.”
“Yeah, no problem.”
As he takes off for more snow, I grab the red radio and crank it up until I can hear it begin to crackle. I put it on the windowsill and the voices cut in.
“It has been almost forty-eight hours since social media socialite model Ashley Young has reportedly disappeared into the Rio Grande National forest. Due to extreme weather conditions of whiteout snow and hail, emergency crews and search teams are still on hold to begin a search. At this point, it is believed that the search will be for the remains of the twenty-three-year-old, due to the unforgiving temperatures which have been plummeting to minus twenty-two throughout the nights.”
I look up from the little box reporting my death, to Sawyer. I didn’t even hear him come back in. “Are they ever in for a surprise,” he chuckles. I don’t know why, but I start laughing. I can just see their faces, Ben and Kate’s, even newscasters and police. They’ll be slack-jawed with disbelief. Who knows, they might even make a movie about this. Or, at least a made-for-TV movie.
It’s possible.
I go into the little bedroom and pick up my phone for the first time today. I can’t believe another day has almost slipped away and I didn’t even check my cell. That only happens… well, that never happens.
Of course, it has no signal. This time, not seeing the bars doesn’t bother me though. I’m kind of happy to still be cut off from the world.
I carry the phone in my hand, the fact that I don’t even have a cord to charge it with doesn’t even bother me. Normally, that would be the stuff of nightmares and panic attacks.
“What are you doing? Calling them up to tell them that they’re wrong?” Sawyer teases me.
“Nah, if it’s okay with you, I want to take a picture of us. This has been a crazy experience and I’d love if I could…”
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