“What for?” she asked, still thinking of Kit and their earlier coupling.
“Puddle jumping. And maybe some other jumping.” The same answer he’d offered on numerous other occasions. They’d frolicked together in plenty of puddles, but they’d never yet made love in the rain. Ross desperately wanted to, but the thought of such exposure made her shiver, and he’d never pushed the issue.
“I don’t know, Ross,” she teased, although not entirely feigning her reluctance. “It’s cold and I’ve got my pyjamas on.”
“Evie—you know I’ll soon warm you up.” His enthusiasm tugged mercilessly at her. Ross grinned as two wet patches spread across the front of her pyjama top from their embrace, revealing the dark areolas of her nipples. “God that is so sexy. Let me see them really wet.” He leaned forward and palpated one nipple with his tongue, leaving the fabric even wetter, and her nipple perked up and excited, eager for more. “Yes…oh, yes.”
Ross suddenly pushed her away. “I’ll give you a thirty second start. If I catch you, you’re mine.”
“And if you don’t?” she called, already edging away from him to slip her feet into her trainers.
“I’ll wash the dishes for a week and you can take naughty photographs of me pleasuring myself.”
Excitement fluttered in her chest at the prospect of sitting at the centre of a sea of photographs of his rampant cock in close up, and arty framed images of his pecs and shoulder blades.
“Go!”
Evie was in the living room when she heard him call. She ran through the kitchen and down the back steps into the garden. Taking Ross at his word, she avoided the street and prospect of him claiming her on the village green, and headed for the gate at the bottom of the garden that lead into a copse of woodland instead.
The rain felt cold against her face. It trickled down her neck and ran into the neckline of her top. The thin fabric of her pyjama bottoms quickly turned transparent and clung to her body like a second skin. Evie darted amongst the trees, conscious of not veering too far off the path in the dark. It was slightly drier beneath the bowers, and the air smelled of mulch and pine needles.
Ross came crashing through the undergrowth behind her. Evie kicked hard and managed to stay ahead, until she snagged her foot on a tree root and came crashing down in a pile of sodden leaves.
Ross dived upon her.
Evie squirmed beneath him until he caught her arms and pinned her wrists either side of her head. Then she lay still and panting, a tempest raging inside her. They were outside. It might be dark, but it was still early. There’d still be folks about.
Ross switched his grip to one hand, freeing his other up to explore her body. Her clothing was virtually transparent now, save for a few garish patches of colour where the rain had yet to soak through. He roughly fondled her breasts, then wriggled his palm beneath her and hooked his fingers around the drawstring waist of her pyjama bottoms and tugged them down.
He pushed one cold finger inside her and stroked at her hot inner walls. Then two fingers, which he withdrew slowly and ran upwards to scissor around her clit and coax it from its hood.
“Ross,” she hissed.
“You’re hot for this. Don’t try and deny it.”
She couldn’t, even though the wet leaves stuck to her back, and the cold drizzle made her constantly conscious of the fact that they were outdoors and exposed.
“You’re not going to scream, are you?”
Evie shook her head. Sometimes when they fucked, she couldn’t help making a noise, but she’d bite her tongue in two before she drew attention to them like that out here.
“Good.” He dragged her bottoms down a little farther, so they lay coiled in wet folds around her knees. She felt his cock nudge her belly, and then prod purposefully between her thighs, until he found his goal. Unlike his fingers, his rod was hot as molten steel. He pierced her with his heat, driving as deep as the position would allow, until their hips lay stacked upon one another and every movement provided welcome friction for her clit.
Ross took his weight on his arms, using his strength to hold her down as he slid into her and stroked back again, repeatedly filling her until he forced mewls from her throat.
“That’s right.” His lips grazed the side of her neck. “Let me hear how much you want it. You love me fucking you, don’t you, Evie? You’re insatiable. You just can’t get enough of my cock to satisfy you.” She tried to lift herself against him, longing to feel the play of his muscles beneath his skin and the thump of his heartbeat pounding against her chest.
But whatever game they were playing didn’t involve closeness and kissing, instead it was about power and dominance. Him holding her down and taking what he wanted, as swiftly or as slowly as he wanted it. The fact that his actions aroused her to distraction was seemingly incidental, though undoubtedly deliberate. She wondered how much of this was provoked by whatever Kit had told him on the phone about their earlier encounter. There was no escaping a little jealousy.
“Ross! Gawd, ease off a bit. We’ll be seen.”
“I don’t care if we’re seen. And nor do you really.” Kit had told him, or at least he’d mentioned the fact that they’d been observed. Evie fought to release her wrists and managed to get one free so that she could caress Ross’s face. “Let’s go inside. You can hold me down just as well on the kitchen floor.”
“Yeah.” Ross pulled back onto his knees. “But it won’t be the same. And I did tell you what I was going to do when I caught you. Maybe you should have stayed inside if you didn’t want me to shag you out here.”
His thumb split the lips of her sex and dragged across her clit, making her writhe. Ross peeled off her pyjama bottoms and trainers and tossed them aside. Evie squealed as he exposed her entire lower half, but Ross’s hands swept reassuringly up and down her legs. “I don’t know why you’re so scared. You look fantastic naked. All these soft curves. If anyone sees us the only thing they’re going to be thinking is what a lucky bastard I am to have you.” He lifted her legs up straight and cradled them to his sides. “Watch,” he hissed.
Evie lifted her head a little and watched him rub the plum tip of his cock against her labia, drawing circles around her entrance. Much as she longed to run indoors, her body craved the deep press of his cock again.
