Page 33 of Pleasure & Prey: Vol. 2

“I don’t want you to. Though I think this is where I have to state the obligatory obvious.” He doesn’t reply. I can’t feel any movement under my fingers, but I pull him just a few inches closer, until I can feel his breath on my lips. “You barely know me, Jed. I can’t cook; I even burn water. I’m not that interesting, and I don’t have some cool, secret life. I’m much less appealing in the daylight.”

His laugh is grating, and he grips my wrist where I still hold his throat. “You’re so wrong about all of that. Everything about you is appealing. I want everything from you. And that’s the joy of being a psycho, didn’t you know?” He leans forward, until his jaw brushes my face and I feel the touch of his lips on my ear.

“I know what I want the moment I lay eyes on it. And I know I’ll do anything to make whatever it is mine.” The words pull all the air out of my chest, and I barely hear the sounds of his belt unbuckling or the zipper of his jeans. But then his hands are on me again, on my thighs, urging one of them up and over his hip.

“Are you ready for me?” he purrs, still so close to my ear. All I can do is nod while my voice is lost somewhere in my chest as the dizzying effect of his words hold me in their grip. “Good girl.” My stomach falls clear through the floor at that, and I feel the brush of his length against my inner thigh seconds before he lines himself up and plunges into me, not stopping until he’s fully seated in my body.

“Oh fuck,” I wail, surprised at just how much he fills me up. It’s almost too much. He’s so big that it nearly hurts, but that just makes it all the more perfect. As per usual, every aspect of Jed is perfect. “How are you so good at everything?” I can’t help but voice the question, arms wrapped around his neck as he pulls back, just to slam into me again.

It makes me see stars in the best way possible.

“I’m not that good at most things,” Jed purrs in my ear. “But I love that you think so. I want to be good for you, Saylor. That’s the only thing that matters.” He shouldn’t be able to make my insides melt by saying things like that. But with my eyes fixed on one of our discarded flashlights, I’m unable to do more than meet his thrusts with my leg clamped around his hip.

When he leans me back against the tree to snake one hand between us, I hate the distance between my body and his. At least, until his fingers find my clit once more, thumb stroking over it teasingly as I gasp in happy surprise. “I want to feel you come,” he tells me frankly. “Will you do that for me? Will you come around my cock, Saylor?”

“Fuck,” is my empathetic, meaningful reply. His fingers drive me toward climax, as I grip his shirt with hands that shake. “I don’t want to be done. I want⁠—”

“Oh, princess, no. You’re not done. Even when I fill your pussy and throw you over my shoulder, we’re not done. We’re just getting warmed up.” He breathes heavily, still thrusting into my body with harsh, thorough movements. “Just let it go. Don’t fight me, gorgeous girl.” It’s absolutely impossible not to do what he says. He continues thrusting into me, working me closer and closer to my edge, until finally my tense, shaking muscles have no other recourse.

I come with a shriek, my body clamping around his as my hands jerk him back against me so there’s no space between us anymore. With his arm trapped between our bodies, all he can do is continue to rub my clit. Even if I’d wanted him to stop, we’re too tangled up for him to do anything else.

And when the feeling becomes overwhelming, my orgasm crashing through me, I sink my teeth into the juncture of his neck and shoulder, crying out against his skin. I lose my ability to think; and I know I must be hurting him. But frankly, if anything, he seems to be enjoying it.

“Saylor.” My name sounds like both a curse and a prayer on his lips, and he finally manages to extricate his arm, though he only uses it to grab my hair and jerk me against him. He thrusts into me impossibly harder, my body firmly pressed between him and the tree behind me. Jed’s thrusts only draw my orgasm out even more, and I whimper against his throat when it starts to become too much.

“Shh, shh, I’ve got you,” he murmurs, panting hotly against my skin. “Can I come inside you? You can tell me no, and I’ll⁠—”

“You’d better, after all the pretty promises from earlier.” I laugh hoarsely, turning to slant my lips to his. “If you don’t, it’ll be the biggest disappointment in my life.”

His answer is a growl, and his lips on mine again. He doesn’t ask anything else. And he doesn’t need any further encouragement. His thrusts become erratic, movements losing rhythm as he fucks into me once, twice, four more times until at last he buries himself into me in earnest, his kiss becoming desperate.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” he growls, holding me in place, even though I can’t see much of him.

“Not even,” I deny, but that only earns me a low sound of disapproval from Jed.

“Okay then.” He pulls away, leaving me empty and confused before I scramble to fix my sweatpants while he presumably fixes his jeans, by the sound of his movements.

“What? Are you mad?” The response wasn’t what I’d expected, and I watch as he scoops up the wayward flashlight from the ground.

And then, in the darkness, he suddenly scoops me up over his shoulder, my breath leaving me in a harsh oomph as my stomach hits his shoulder. “I could never be mad at you, Saylor,” Jed promises me, taking off from the large tree and the spot where the poachers caught up to me. “But I told you before, didn’t I? I’m not done with you. And clearly I need to teach you just how perfect you are. No matter how long it takes for the lesson to stick.”

17

“You can’t carry me like this the whole way back!” I protest, though there’s definitely no complaint in the words as I grip his shirt in one hand, fingers bunching the material.

“Why can’t I?” Jed asks, his steps sure as he walks through the dark woods. “Can’t have you getting lost out here again, Saylor. Especially not when there are so many things I still intend to do with you.” I can hear the barely camouflaged excitement and want in his voice, and it sends a thrill through my stomach.

“Because…I’m heavy?” I offer. “I can walk, and⁠—”

“You’re not heavy,” Jed interrupts. “But you know why I’m not putting you down?”

“Why’s that?” I ask, breathless even though I’m not the one actually walking or doing any of the work.

“Because I can’t have you forgetting that you’re mine.”

Fuck. The words send tingles of heat down my spine, and I press my thighs together against his chest, glad he can’t see my face. My body throbs, and I’m close to begging him to put me down, throw me against the nearest tree, and fuck me again.

But the fact that I’m really starting to feel the cold seals my mouth shut, and I focus on not making a fool of myself, while simultaneously being amazed that he never shows signs of me being too heavy for him. He carries me all the way to the cabin, and though I can’t exactly see the structure itself, I see the lights bathing the gravel outside of the cabin in warm, orange light.