Page 36 of Willing Prey

THIRTY

Shane

I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve never been prey before.

Adding another layer to the challenge, this isn’t my woods, so I also have no idea where I’m going.

The complete vulnerability of doing something new in an unknown place only adds to the rush as I jog through the forest. The brush isn’t thick here, giving a decent line of sight.

I keep glancing over my shoulder, and when I see Claire following me, I break into a real run.

Her laugh echoes through the trees. The pure delight in it makes me smile.

Another glance over my shoulder shows she’s gaining on me. That wipes the smile off my face.

Shit.

She’s fast today. There’s no way I’m getting caught this easy.

I’ll never live it down. Pumping my arms, I run faster.

Eventually, I’m at a flat-out sprint, my breath coming so hard it’s all I can hear.

I have no idea how close Claire is. I know I shouldn’t look back, but the suspense is killing me.

Any moment, she might tackle me. But looking back will slow me down.

Don’t look.

Don’t look.

I look.

As soon as I do, I know I fucked up. She’s right there, maybe a yard away.

The drop in my pace is all it takes. Claire lunges, crashing into me.

We tumble across the ground. It’s not a graceful takedown.

Recovering quickly, she rolls to straddle me.

Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes eager. My cock stirs, liking the hunger in her expression almost as much as the way she’s resting on my crotch.

“Yield.” She’s triumphant, a predator thrilled with her catch.

I nod, reaching for her. I want to pull her down, kiss her, fuck her.

Claire smacks away my hands. “Not a chance, little deer. You know how this goes. Put them behind your head.”

I do, but I don’t want to. She rises to slip off her shorts, revealing blue cotton underwear already darkening with her arousal. There’s no way I can resist touching her. Like she’s reading my mind, she pins me with a fierce look.

“Don’t move your hands.”

“Fine,” I grunt. She settles between my thighs and begins unbuttoning my pants. I feel a bit more agreeable. It’s the slowest she’s ever moved, and I can’t keep my hips from shifting as she takes her sweet time freeing my cock.

“Don’t rush me,” she instructs, watching my cock burst free.

I’m throbbing for her. Her hand is warm when she wraps it around my shaft, and I fight the urge to buck into her grip.

As slowly as she undid my pants, she drops her face.

Exhaling across my tip, she gives me a wicked grin when I can’t control my shudder.

“Such a needy little deer. Look at you, wet for me already.” Teasing her thumb down the underside of my tip, she wipes up a bead of precum and brings it to her mouth.

“Claire,” I groan as she presses her thumb to my slit and lifts it to her lips again.

“Maybe I want you drop by drop.”

Again, she sweeps my arousal to her lips.

I can’t look away. Holding eye contact, she lowers her lips to my cock.

She sucks gently, her tongue swirling. The heat, friction, and suction make my hips rock.

I can’t help myself. Mouth still around me, she pins my hips with her hands.

I’m trying to thrust up, but she’s holding me down with all her strength.

She lowers further, taking me into her throat.

Swallowing. Sounds leave my mouth I didn’t know I could make.

The pressure of her hands pinning me, and her teasing tongue bring me close embarrassingly fast. It feels so good I don’t care.

Again, she pulls me into her throat, letting out a little growl that vibrates through my shaft.

I’m opening my mouth, ready to warn her I’m about to come. Before I can, she releases me.

What the fuck.

“Don’t stop,” I rasp. “Fuck, I was close.”

Rolling my balls in her palm, neglecting my cock, she smirks. “I know.”

I gape at her. She arches an eyebrow and grasps my cock again. Giving it one stroke, she moves from between my legs to kneel over me. All I want to do is thrust up, plunge into the perfect pussy that’s barely out of reach. Pulling her underwear to the side, she drops until my tip brushes her slit.

“Claire,” I grunt, unable to say how badly I need her to fucking ride me. I’m starving, consumed by desperation. She’s doling out salvation one crumb at a time.

“Shane,” she teases. She settles onto me but doesn’t drop all the way.

Hovering, she works her hips. My tip eases into heaven, only for all pleasure to be snatched away a second later.

I can’t keep still, can’t keep quiet. It’s bliss and torture, somehow the best and worst sensation simultaneously.

My hands need to move and grab. My hips need to thrust. I’m a squirming mess of need and want, and I’ll do anything if it ends with me coming.

“Look how bad you want it, little deer,” she purrs. “You run, but you want it so bad.”

Even in my lust craze, I know what she’s doing, know what she wants. Unlike her all the times she’s held me off, I’m weak, ready to cave already. Fuck pride, fuck dignity. She can have everything as long as it ends with me having her.

“I want it,” I groan. “I love it. Love you running me down. Love you fucking me. Love it all. Please, Claire.”

Something primal crosses her face. She drops her hips, envelops me, slick and hot. This pussy was fucking made for me. Or maybe my cock was made for her. I don’t know. All I know is that if this is what giving in to her gets me, I’ll do it, anytime, anyplace.

“Good fucking boy,” she praises, riding me hard. “Good little deer.”

The pleasure in her voice makes me tremble. Claire feels it, eyes closing for a beat, teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” she rasps. “And you looked so good running from me. Waiting to chase you down almost killed me.”

My cock jerks inside her. I can’t keep from letting out a choked “Fuck” as she leans her upper body back, pushing her hips forward. The angle makes my cock glide along her front wall. She gasps, pussy grabbing me. I pump my hips, groaning when it makes her squeeze tighter.

Her smile is indulgent, her voice sweet. “You like hearing how good you are, how good you make me feel, don’t you?”

Too far gone for words, I nod frantically. Every move she makes drags a groan from me. I’ve never made this much noise during sex in my life, but I don’t care. Shame doesn’t exist in her orbit. How can it when she’s looking at me like I’m the best thing she’s ever seen?

Claire leans forward, covering my lips with hers. The kiss is rough, all tongue and teeth. Her hips rock frantically.

She releases my mouth long enough to growl, “Use your hands.”

In an instant, I’ve put a hand in her hair, the other working her clit.

Her pussy tightens around me, the first shaky spasms of an oncoming orgasm.

She gasps into my mouth, and I swallow it down, wanting more, greedy for her.

I can’t hold off much longer. My cock tenses inside her.

Tugging her mouth from mine, I guide it to my neck, hoping I’m right, that this will be what we both need to crest the edge.

She takes my offering without hesitation, sinking her teeth into the side of my throat.

There’s a deep, guttural sound, and at first, I don’t realize it’s me.

Claire orgasms, crying out, releasing my throat to sob nonsense against it, hands clawing my shirt.

That’s the permission I need to explode.

My hips jerk wildly, curses rolling from my lips like I’ve never had an orgasm in my life.

Grabbing her hips, I move her roughly up and down on top of me, prolonging her release and intensifying mine.

I lose track of where I am, who I am. There’s nothing except her and pleasure.

When my orgasm ebbs and the world exists again, I’m panting.

She rests on my chest. I smooth her hair back from her face, and she presses up to a seated position, giving me a sated smile.

I smile back, but I have a question. The answer should be obvious, but I foresee myself asking obvious questions from now on.

I’ll communicate till she begs me to shut up.

“We’re together, right? You’re mine?”

She laughs, leaning back down, hair falling around us like a curtain. Pressing a sweet kiss on my lips, then another, she stops just long enough to say, “Yes, we are, and I am.”

“That means technically, despite what just happened, I caught you,” I mutter into her mouth.

Claire smacks my chest. “Semantics.” Her voice grows serious. “Did you like it? We don’t have to do it ag—”

“Loved it,” I interrupt. “But I think you could tell.”

“Just making sure.” She smiles but studies me like she isn’t sure she believes me. “I know being the one hunting is what you’re into.”

My chuckle surprises her, so I know what I say next will be a shock. “Honestly? I was never into it until you.”

She sits up, and I stretch, trying to palm one of her breasts. Staying out of reach, she asks, “But what about the other women you hired? Or Margot? And what do you mean you were never into it? You propositioned me.”

Admitting it is embarrassing, but if we’re doing this communication thing, I have to.

“I didn’t know hunting was something people did until that party.

It…woke something up. I tried it out with a few women, but it didn’t feel right.

Something was missing.” I opt not to share my coffee shop lurking or how I impatiently waited for her and Keith to split. Maybe I’ll take those to the grave.

“But this feels right?” She looks puzzled. I don’t blame her. I’m in my head, and it took me a while to realize. Now it seems like the most obvious thing in the world.

“It does,” I say simply. “You were what was missing. It was never going to be right without you.”

Claire blinks at me, and I think her eyes are misty. Her lips are back on mine, hungry and urgent, her fingers wrapping around the back of my neck. My cock stirs beneath her, and she makes a surprised noise into my mouth. I’m already rolling us over, settling my hips between her thighs.

I’m not chasing her. At least not this time.