Page 41 of Run For Me (Until You’re Mine Duet #1)

Chapter Forty-One

Sailor

I’m hardly able to run for another few minutes, my lungs burning like crazy.

My legs are tired, and my hands are numb.

I switch my phone into my other hand, so I can shove the one that was holding it into my pocket to warm it up a little.

When I go to raise it up to show the way, it falls from my hand, and it takes a second for me to stop.

I see it on the ground; the light face down but shining an orange glow against the dirt so I know where it is. I hurry to it, dropping to my knees to snatch it up, but before I can do that, there’s a boot on top of it.

I scream, falling onto my ass and looking up into the darkness, but I see nothing.

“You don’t need this anymore,” he says, his voice so familiar. It’s dark, slightly raspy, and he’s panting too. We’ve both been running for at least ten minutes and have been out in the cold for even longer.

He’s right there, so close, yet I still don’t know what he looks like. He’s nothing but a ghost in the night.

I scramble back, getting to my feet, but I take two steps before his arm is wrapped around my stomach, and he pulls me against him. A scream tears from my throat, burning and dry.

He’s tall, strong, firm. My sweatshirt rides up in the back, his clothes causing a bite of cold to seep into my skin.

I lean forward, digging my feet into the ground and trying to get out of his grip, but there’s no way that’ll ever happen.

Fear lodges in my throat again, and I wonder if I’ve made a mistake.

If I use the safe word, will he stop? And if so, how the hell am I going to get out of here?

It’s not like he’s going to hold my hand and lead me back. Does he even know how to get back?

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he says, running his nose along my cheek. I feel the soft fabric of a mask, his chilled skin beneath it. He shifts his arm, loosening it around me, and I take the opportunity to shove off him, this time getting away.

He laughs, the sound echoing after me.

“You won’t get far without light, little dove!” he calls after me. “Don’t hurt yourself!”

If only I’d listened and known how right he would be.

I don’t run for long. The fear of not knowing what’s in front of me has me stopping completely.

I hold my hands out in front of me, feeling around for trees or bushes or anything to let me know where I am and what’s next to me.

I take small steps, tears burning in my eyes over the rush of it all.

Leaves graze my fingertips, and I yank them away, fear swimming through my veins.

There’s panic in my chest, but it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt.

Footsteps sound again, this time from my left.

I whip around that way, holding my arms out and waiting for him to reach me.

His footsteps are slow but sure. He’s taking his time.

My heart is pounding so hard I think I’m going to throw up.

My stomach is sick; there’s a cramp in it from running.

Before I know he’s in front of me, he grips both my arms and tugs me toward him.

“You ran away from me,” he growls.

“You-you wanted me to.”

“Well, now I’ve caught you, and you know what that means.”

It falls silent for just a moment before I break it with, “What?”

He chuckles again, the sound dark and threatening. In a move only a professional could pull off, he sweeps my feet out from under me and gets me on the ground, his body on top of mine.

Beneath me, the dirt and leaves are freezing and hard, but his body above me is warm and large. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t terrified.

He thrusts against me, something thick and hard pressing against my core that almost hurts. I didn’t realize it got that hard. Now I understand the term hard as a rock, because that’s how he feels.

“Please don’t,” I whimper.

“You’ll be thanking me tomorrow.” His voice is clear when he says it, and then something is being pulled over my head. I reach up to take it off, but he snatches my hands and ties them together. Everything is cold, and I can hardly move my limbs. I’m shivering.

“This… this is… oh my god,” I cry out, kicking my feet and wiggling my body to get away from him. This is really happening now. It’s actually happening.

With his body still over mine and keeping me in place, he gets two hands on the waistband of my pants and tugs them down so hard they go halfway before stopping. I wiggle more, turning onto my stomach to army crawl away.

“You want me to fuck you from behind for your first time, little dove? Fine by me.”

He grabs my ankles, pulling me back to him. The ground scrapes against my exposed skin. I’ll have marks tomorrow.

“No!”

Leaves and dirt and twigs gather under my shirt as he pulls me closer to him.

I thought he was going to pull my pants off the rest of the way, but he leaves them around my knees, making it harder to move. One large hand presses my body into the cold, hard ground while the other slips between my legs, dragging a finger through my slit.

“Holy fuck, you’re so wet. You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

“No,” I breathe out, panting.

“Lying little slut.”

I gasp and then cry out when he slaps my ass really hard. It would have hurt anyway, but the bite of cold only makes it worse.

“Lie to me again, and I’ll spank you harder. You love this, don’t you, Sailor?”

His words are condescending, and the way he says my name…

“No!”

He spanks me again, and this time I moan instead of scream, even though it still stings.

“Let’s try one more time, baby.” He rubs the spot he just spanked. “Do you love this?”

“No,” I whisper, tears pouring from my eyes. He spanks me again, and it’s burns worse than the last.

“Tell me you love this,” he growls.

But I won’t. Because this is fun, and I will not give into him. I want more of this, all these feelings coursing through me right now. The adrenaline. Anticipation. Fear. Wonder. Excitement. Thrill. Neediness and want. I’ve never felt so alive in all my life.

So, to make matters worse, or better depending on how you look at it, I speak.

“Why aren’t you fucking me yet, huh? Can’t get it up?” I taunt.

I know very well that’s wrong. He was hard just seconds ago, his dick firm against me. He shoves me onto my back, gripping me by my hair so hard I yelp, then something is being shoved against my mouth.

“You need something to do with your mouth? I’ll show you what it’s best for. If you even think of biting me, I will choke you the fuck out.”

I don’t doubt that for a second, so when he shoves his thick, warm dick into my mouth, I open and immediately gag when he goes to the back of my throat.

It doesn’t make him pull out though, he only shoves it further back, moaning deeply.

It aches and burns, and it’s a good thing I haven’t eaten anything recently, because I’d throw it up.

He pulls out, allowing me to gasp for air, but then he’s shoving it back in again.

“How’s my cock taste, slut?”

I try to scream, but with his dick all the way in the back of my throat, nothing comes out. He’s so big my jaw hurts, and there’s a musky but tangy taste to him.

“So much for not getting it up, huh, Sailor?” he taunts back.

His hand tightens in my hair, shoving my throat into him as he thrusts down. There’s drool everywhere. My throat burns. My jaw aches. And I can hardly breathe, but he does what he wants with me, and I’m so turned on.

He shoves me off him, and my head bangs against the ground hard enough that it’ll bruise. He turns me over again, my face hitting the ground and I get a mouthful of dirt.

“I shouldn’t even give this cock to you after what you said. But you’re a little fucking slut, and the only thing sluts are good for is taking cock. So, I’ll do you a favor and let you have it.”

The sound of clothing against clothing echoes around us and I’m not sure what he’s doing, but I move to crawl away. My heart is pounding for a chase.

“Fucking bitch,” he mutters before coming after me and gripping my ankle again.

This time, he presses his whole body on top of mine and brings his mouth to my ear.

I can’t breathe with all his weight on me like this.

“I was going to go easy on you. I was going to fuck you with my fingers and ease you into it, but since you keep trying to escape, I’m no longer giving you the courtesy. ”

“I—c-can’t… breathe.”

“Too. Fucking. Bad.” His words are a growl as he shifts his lower body up, sliding his cold hand between us, and then his dick is nudging between my legs.

I still can’t breathe, and I whimper, gasping for breath that only comes in short little pants because he’s too heavy to allow my lungs to expand.

I’m going to pass out if he doesn’t get off me soon.

Seconds maybe. I can’t tell. Everything is a blur. A wonderful, fucked up blur.

“You’ll thank me after I fuck you. After I give your slutty little cunt what it wants. After I do you the favor of taking your virginity, since no one else wants to. You will say, ‘Thank you, sir.’”

That stings, but I can’t help but smile.

“Fuck,” he growls, pushing off me and I suck in air.

I could use the time to try to escape again, but all I can do is gulp in air to feed my lungs.

I’m so focused on it that I don’t pay attention to what he’s doing until there is a searing, burning pain between my legs that has me screaming.

I’ve never felt such intense pain before.

I thought cramps were bad, but this… this is awful.

Tears sting my eyes, nails digging into the dirt.

My body is tense, and I try to move away, but he only holds me down harder.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he hisses, pulling out of me and slamming back in.

Somehow, it hurts even more this time.

“Ow, ow, ow,” I cry out, digging my fingers into the ground to slide away. He yanks me closer to him, fucking me harder and faster. His body slams against mine, hips digging into my sides. Skin slaps against skin.

This hurts more than I can explain, a feeling I’ve never felt before. My toes and fingers curl, my teeth grit down and my whole body shakes. I try to clench my legs together, but his knees are between them so I can’t do a thing to get him off me.

I’m helpless. Completely at his mercy.

Somehow each thrust both hurts more and feels better. Like the pain is changing from sharp to just a burning. There’s no doubt in my mind that I’m bleeding.

“Dirty little slut loves getting fucked in the middle of the woods by a stranger.”

I’m crying, pulling my hands closer so I can rest my head on them as he uses my body to his liking.

His grunts fill the air, and through the pain, I enjoy it.

I’ll remember every second of this night for the rest of my life.

I love the sounds he makes, love his words, the rough touches, and if this didn’t hurt so much, I’d somehow enjoy it even more.

Pain lets you know you’re alive, and if anyone should know that, it’s me. I’ve dealt with it my whole life, and instead of staying away from it, here I am letting it chase me down and giving right in.

How many times do we have to do this for it to no longer hurt? I’m ready to enjoy this more than I am now.

I’m sobbing, my chest aching and salty tears running down my face. My mouth tastes of dirt and sweat.

“Oh, baby, I’m so fucking close.” He sounds almost disappointed and for some reason, that’s really hot too. He mutters quiet things to me as he pounds into me. “You’re so perfect. So beautiful. So tight. This pussy is mine. Slutty little cunt loves my cock. Mine. Mine. Mine.”

He comes with a roar, his body pressed against mine and his dick throbbing so hard I feel it inside me, along with the heat of his cum that drips down the inside of my thighs.

He rolls me over, and when he pulls out even more gushes out of me, and then there’s something warm and wet between my legs. His tongue. I cry out, the soft sensation so different from what I just felt.

JT is licking me, sucking on my clit like it’s his favorite popsicle, and I’m orgasming before I even know what happens.

He crawls up my body, pressing his cheek to mine. “Had you behaved, I’d have made you come before I did.”

And then he’s gone.

I lie there for a long time, just trying to get myself together. And though I never get warm, I do stop crying. A strange sensation falls over me. A warmth I’ve never felt before. A sense of peace my body has never known. I can’t wait to do this again.