“You want to touch me, don’t you?” Rowan’s voice is nothing more than a breathy moan as he jerks himself in front of me, my eyes alternating between his face and his hand.
I don’t respond. But I think he knew I wouldn’t.
My dick’s hard a rock right now, making walking a challenge, but I don’t touch myself. I don’t know why. Maybe because doing so feels like an admission. Which is dumb. We both know I’m sexually attracted to him, so me trying to deny it or hide it makes no sense.
Rowan pumps himself a few more times before tucking his cock away inside his shorts. “Wanna play a little game?” he asks.
My brows pinch together, confused by the quick change of topic. “What type of game?”
A grin slides on his lips. “Catch me if you can.” He words it like a question, but before I can ask what he means, he takes off. The thought briefly pops into my mind that he’s booking it through the woods with a boner, and that’s comical, but it’s gone as quickly as it came when the thrill of chasing him kicks in.
My feet move of their own volition, kicking into gear. He’s got a head start, but I’m taller. Have longer legs. He’s fast, though, I’ll give him that. Weaving through the trees, he’s careful not to trip over any branches, and when throws me a look over his shoulder, his eyes light up when he notices I’m following him.
Our conversation from the day on the cliff comes back to me—his kink… and mine—and suddenly this just became way more arousing. As I chase him through the trees and the shrubs, my mind goes over everything I have in the backpack I’m wearing. Ideas forming, my cock throbbing behind my sweats, running is a task all on its own.
Up ahead, he pauses for a moment, sending his shorts down to his thighs, spreading his cheeks open and giving me a glimpse of his hole before he’s off again.
The things I want to do to him once I catch him…
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
Rowan
My heart is racing, pounding hard behind my ribs, pulse roaring in my ears as my legs and feet work to keep me moving, keep me ahead of him. He’s gaining on me, but if I’m being honest, I don’t actually want to win. I want him to catch me.
That’s the real prize, isn’t it?
It’s the whole reason I started this game anyway.
Thiswilderness event,or whatever the fuck they called it, is stupid. I love hiking and camping and being outside as much as the next person, but sending a bunch of us out into a jungle-like area of a secluded island is ridiculous. Not only that, but the dean or the warden, or whatever the fuck his title is, made it seem like this was some sort of punishment for Caspian and I for stealing the golf cart andbreaking intothe employee building.
It's hardly breaking in if the door was open, but that’s neither here nor there, I suppose.
Per usual, Cas has ignored me every day since. It’s become so normal at this point, him giving me any sort of positive attention, only to turn around and shut me out for days after. It’s like he holds out, refusing himself any sort of physical or emotional contact until he can’t anymore, but then once the moment is over, he retreats into his shell again. He reminds me of an abused animal, dying for a connection but terrified of letting anyone close enough.
My chest heaves, lungs aching. It’s been a minute since I’ve run for any distance at all, so I’m surprised I’m still moving. All the cigarettes I smoke and all the exercise Idon’tdo have me feeling pretty out of shape. A quick glance thrown over my shoulder shows me he’s much closer than I anticipated. An anxious slash aroused thrill shoots through me, knowing he’s going to catch me soon.
His kink came back to me as we were hiking a few minutes ago, and out here, essentially in the middle of nowhere, seemed like the best time to explore that. Especially since his directly correlates with my fantasy. It’s a win-win, in my opinion.
“You’re fucking slow,” I shout at him, followed by a bubble of laughter. He’s not slow; he’s practically on my tail, and he knows it. A shot of adrenaline spurs me on as he gets even closer. Somehow, my legs reach a little farther, go a little faster, as I get ahead of him once more. Don’t get me wrong, Iwanthim to catch me—oh, fuck yeah, I do—but the chase is nearly as fun as the idea of what’ll come once he does. It’s got me not wanting to give up quite yet.
“You talk a lot of shit for someone about to get tackled in the middle of the jungle,” he throws back. I can hear the grin in his words. I fucking love it.
“Yeah, we’ll see about th—”
Before I can even finish the sentence, his hard body collides with my back moments before we both land on the ground, the air knocked out of my lungs.Christ, he feels like a fucking linebacker.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, the weight of him intense.
His head drops down beside mine as he growls, “Got you now, princess.”
I can feel the thick ridge of his erection against my back, and it makes my head light. I have craved having his dick in me again ever since the one and only time it happened.
“Get the fuck off me, asshole,” I grunt, wiggling under him, to no avail. For someone whoabsolutelywants to be fucked into the earth right now, I sound convincing.
He chuckles, the sound dark and sinister, washing over every square inch of my body. With his hand gripping the nape of my neck, pinning my face to the ground, he shimmies down my body, shoving my shorts down one handed. The air licks the bare skin of my ass, goosebumps blooming all over.
A harsh mix between a gasp, a cry, and a moan falls from my lips as his hand cracks down on my cheek, thethwacksound echoing between all these trees. It stings, heat radiating from the spot. It makes me thrash below him even more as I grunt, trying to escape him.
