My phone rang while I was vegging out on the couch with sour gummy worms. I sighed; it was Brent. When did he change his name in my phone back to ‘World’s Hottest Baseball Player’?
“Hello?”
”Hey, Blondie.”
”Can I…help you?”
He laughed over the phone. “Yes, you most definitely can. Meet me at the diner?”
”Are you there right now?” This guy, I swear.
His voice dropped, low and seductive. “Come find out.” Click.
“This asshole,” I muttered, changing his name back to Asshole in my phone. Much better.
Since there wasn’t much else I could do, I indulged his mischievous request just this once. He knew I’d do anything for diner food and Miss Martha.
“You off?” Kelly looked up at me from her video game with a knowing smile. “Brent loves to beckon you in the later evening hours.”
Both of them were insufferable. I’d never know a day of rest with these two. I grabbed my keys and stomped over to my car.
Last time he kidnapped me. Now he wanted me to, what, kidnap myself? Rude.
I took my time arriving to the diner. Longer than I should have made him wait, but I was being an asshole back. My phone pinged at the same moment I pulled into a spot.
Asshole: come find me
Oh hell no.
My text back to him said ‘fuck off.’
His snarky reply? Run into the woods if you want dinner.
“Excuse the fuck out of me? Run into the woods? Oh, this man is going to get an earful from me.” I slammed my car door shut and marched over to where he first brought me, crunching gravel as I went. I guessed he was looking over the ledge of the cliff again and wanted to give me a hard time.
Only, he wasn’t there. “Brent?” I called out. I swore I’d push him over the edge.
A text came through. Run, Blondie.
Run? What the hell?
The sound of feet approaching me set me off, and I was out into the trees in no time. My heart rate picked up, and I was…kind of freaking out. I left the safety of my house for this?!
“I can hear you breathing heavy,” a voice came from somewhere behind me. “You’re making it too easy on me.”
“No shit! I don’t want to run around in the woods! I’m hungry!” I shot back.
Not knowing if I was winning or losing, I cut left and kept a normal jog. Sprinting wasn’t my forte, and running out of steam too early in an odd version of hide and seek wouldn’t take me to victory.
His footsteps stopped, and I could tell he was listening for any noises I’d make. At a frozen standstill like red light green light, I silently picked up a rock and chucked it as far as I could.
He followed the sounds of it, giving me enough space to beeline it to the diner, where a wonderfully large stack of pancakes awaited me.
Yes! I made it out. Suck it, Brent.
On my way to victory, Brent stepped out from behind a tree. “Uh, oh. Looks like you lost.”
My eyes would be permanently stuck to the back of my head at this rate. He pissed me off.
Turning on my heels, I took back off into the trees. The sky was dark, my eyes weren’t well-adjusted, and I was running around in the forest with Brent. I wasn’t going to say it was the worst experience I ever had, but it wasn’t the best either. No one wants to be out in the dark chased in the fucking forest.
“Oh shit!” My foot caught on something, sending me flopping to the ground.
A deep, menacing laugh started to my left. “Oh, no. Your little plan didn’t turn out like you thought it did.” He moved to push the hair out of my face, giving me a view of the moon breaking through the trees.
“Maybe,” I grunted, kicking out at him.
He caught my leg. “You’re stuck here now. You lost the game, and now you’re going to give me my prize.”
Pulling my leg free, I crawled backward to find something to pull myself up from. He took a few steps and stood over me.
I looked up at his shit-eating grin. It turned dark in no time as he bent down to me and plucked a few leaves from my hair. That looks like trouble incarnate, I thought. I said nothing as he helped me up, eager to order everything off the menu.
Until he shoved me back to the ground.
”Hey! Asshole.” Who the hell did he think he was?
His hands moved to his pants and I was in utter shock that he just…pulled out his dick in the middle of the trees. It was already erect like he got off on chasing me around.
“Be a good girl and open wide,” he cooed. His voice was soft while his thumb stroked my bottom lip. He beckoned my mouth open with his thumb, letting the tip of his dick lightly brush my tongue.
I flicked my tongue, teasing the head before I took in the rest of him into my mouth. It pulsed with excitement as I wrapped my lips around the thick shaft. Hearing him moan turned me on—the raw sounds from his throat causing a wetness to pool between my legs.
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, gripping my hair and thrusting into my mouth.
Letting him set the pace of his thrusts into my mouth, he became impatient. He wanted more. His dick slid out of my mouth, and I looked up at him, eyes watering and drool slipping from my lips. “How do you want me, you sore winner?”
He never released my hair from his grip, pulling me up to my feet by my ponytail. “I’m going to take that pretty little pussy of yours, making you a mess right here in the woods.”
Pushing me backward, he shoved me into a tree, pulling down my pants. He spread my legs, sliding his fingers up my thighs. Our kisses were harsh and full of need. I started dripping from how wet I was, and he slid his fingers up just enough to tease me, lightly grazing my clit.
“Brent,” I breathed.
“Look how desperately wet you are, Blondie.”
One of his fingers slipped inside of me while he kept my bottom lip between his teeth. He was holding back from the sound of it. He sounded just as desperate as he accused me of being.
Fuck. My eyes rolled to the back of my head when he added a second finger. My hips rolled into his movements, showing him just how badly I wanted him deep inside of me. The way he beckoned my body to respond to him was just evil. He was always showing me how well he knew me.
“I need you right now,” he moaned into my mouth.
I obliged, turning to brace onto the tree. He took no time in shoving his dick into my pussy. It went in so easy… “Are you sure I’m not the winner here?”
He slammed into me, each time bottoming out and earning moan after moan.
“I’m the…fucking winner.” Each thrust was harder than the last, and he kept that fucking grip on my ponytail. He was enjoying his win–which wasn’t fair because baseball was all running. And I tripped.
He knew just how to touch my body, the asshole. The other hand wrapped around me, and he found my clit to play with. I squeaked at how sensitive I was. “Gah! Brent, yes. Just like that.”
A deliciously evil laugh escaped him while he played with me. Each movement was torturous. He felt me building up, my orgasm close to its breaking point. The way he knew my body, it was his personal playground and each time he got more and more comfortable with it.
I was suddenly empty. “Hey!”
“I’m the winner. On your knees for me, Blondie.” He wasn’t asking.
Not. Fair. My face contorting must have really done something to him because I was back on my knees, and his grip on my head was firm. I gave him my best seductive eyes, opening my mouth and holding out my tongue, welcoming him back into my mouth.
“Are you going to swallow all of it like a good girl?”
Another thrust into my mouth.
I moaned in as much of a yes as I could make.
Using my mouth, I took all of it. Every. Inch. Just like he wanted me to. Drool fell down my chin and his look of approval forced me to rub my clit myself. I couldn’t help it, I was desperate to come for him–by my hand, his hand, or his dick; I didn’t care. I needed it just like he said I did.
“Yes, baby. Use your hand for me. Come for me.” He gripped the hair at the base of my neck and I could feel he was close.
I used my other hand to grip the base of his dick. He was so close. Fuck, I was so close. There I was, pleasuring the both of us because I lost the game of chasing Fallon through the woods. The game was rigged against me. He knew I’d lose.
But letting him fuck my face was so worth it. He knew what it did to me.
My orgasm came first, and I rode the wave while he watched. “Just like that, yes baby,” he cooed. “Come for the sore winner.”
Asshole. I spasmed on my knees while he kept up the pace in my mouth. My moans were a mix of pleasure from my orgasm and his using me. Who cared if I was drooling uncontrollably?
Oh, there he was, dick pulsing in the way I knew he was ready to come. He knew my body, but I knew his just as well.
“Take it all, Blondie. Swallow every drop.” His dick was all the way in my mouth, his cum flowing down my throat. “God, yes. You take me so well.”
Wiping the drool from my mouth, he looked so satisfied. He tucked himself away and got on his knees with me, kissing me softly while helping me pull my own pants up. Every time we fucked, he made sure I wasn’t too much of a mess.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my words barely wanting to come back to me.
“You’re so good at that,” he said, buttoning my jeans back up. “I love your mouth, but I love you just a bit more.”
“Ha, you’re funny.” I slapped at him. “You’re such an asshole for chasing me around in the woods.”
He kissed me on the forehead. “I thought it would be fun! You definitely look like you had a ton of fun. You can’t be that mad.”
Unfortunately, he wasn’t wrong. But I needed pancakes after all that. “Just warn me next time, you big oaf. Now, take me for pancakes or I’ll push you off the cliff.”
He kissed me again with no promises. Because of course, he would try that again.
We walked through the forest, back to where I saw the familiar neon sign boasting of the best pie in the country, and I sighed in relief to be back to sanity. Bacon was my sanity. Hand in hand we made it into the diner to the wonderful smells of diner food and coffee.
In hindsight, I should have checked my appearance in a mirror before coming in because the look I got from Miss Martha was equally hilarious and embarrassing.
“Brent! Why the hell does your girlfriend look like you just dragged her in from the forest?”
He looked at me, laughing. “I have no idea!”
I love this!