I’m ready now. Relaxed and open, I settle in for the ride as he thrusts himself deep inside me once again. He pauses, as if seeking permission. “Yes,” I hiss.
With that, he takes charge, pounding in and out of my tight hole. We’re grunting and groaning together, a symphony of sensations, deep in the woods where no one can hear us, deep inside me, where no man has ever been.
Jarrod’s breaths come long and quick, matching the rhythm of his hips, grinding in me with such force, I can hardly catch my breath. Each thrust presses against my swollen, sensitive sweet spot, sending sensations soaring. My cock is dripping against the sleeping bag, creating a slick friction each time the frat boy bangs into me.
“I think I’m close,” Jarrod whispers.
“I think I am too.”
He nips my ear, then twirls his tongue inside. That’s all it takes to send me over the edge. As he thrusts himself inside me once more, hard and fast and impossibly deep, I clench my eyes shut and can swear I hear angels singing. My untouched cock pulses and tightens as I shoot my load all over my stomach.
“Ahhh, fuuuck,” Jarrod moans as he explodes inside me. I squeeze my hole tight around his thick cock, determined to take every drop as he paints my insides with burning hot cum.
He keeps thrusting away, wild as an animal, wild as the way I feel for him, plunging so deep inside me and then pulling all the way out until just his tip is kissing the lips of my hole. And once more, we crash together, until all the desire is drained from us.
When the thrusting stops and his hips are no longer pumping into me, I crane my neck back to look at the hot jock on top of me. “That was—”
“Incredible,” he agrees, kissing me softly on the nape of my neck.
I don’t understand how someone so tough can be so tender. One minute he is driving me mad with frustration. The next, he is driving me insane with desire. Jarrod is a perplexing puzzle that I can’t wait to figure out.
Sandwiched together with his softening cock still buried inside me, Jarrod grabs my unused sleeping bag and pulls it over us like a blanket. Our breaths grow softer, our chests rising and falling in unison.
And then I hear the alarm trilling on my phone, nagging me to take our next selfie. I aimlessly tap away at the screen until I’ve opened the camera app, and then snap a blurry picture of the tent’s roof. It will have to be good enough. And I am too happy to care.
Holding each other tight, Jarrod and I drift off to sleep.
CHAPTER 6
It’s not the alarm that wakes me. It’s the sound of screaming.
Loud and ricocheting through the forest, raining down on me like bullets.
I roll over to search for Jarrod, my hands grasping at the empty pile left from his sleeping bag. He’s nowhere to be found.
The first thing that crosses my mind is the story he told. The cave. It was all a joke, right?
Then comes another scream, this one so piercing and deep from the person’s lungs, there’s no way they could be playing around.
I leap to my feet, my heart hammering in my ears. I’m wobbly and uncoordinated, my senses swimming, but I know I have to get my shoes on. I stumble around until I get them on my feet, then clutch the lantern and dart out into the darkness.
“Help me!” a man’s voice screams. The terror in his trembling words is unmistakable.
I rush toward the sound, tripping over rocks and branches, fighting my way toward the cave with only the glow of the lantern to guide me. I can only see a few feet ahead of me, but I’m determined to make it.
I stop when I hit the water, watching it flow downstream like black ink. I tell myself I should turn back. Run to safety. But that voice, I’m so certain it’s Jarrod’s, and he needs me. I could never abandon someone in their time of need. It’s not in my nature to run the other way.
One last scream echoes through the woods. It chills me to the bone. I snap my head toward the direction of the cave and rush to the battle zone.
It’s dark inside as I make my way through the gaping maw of the rock.
“Hello?” I whisper into the nothingness. I don’t know why I’m keeping my voice low. Sometimes when you’re afraid, speaking louder feels even more terrifying.
“Ahhh!!!” is the response. A loud, desperate cry from deep within the cave.
The ground underneath me feels unsteady, a pathway formed from loose stones and wet debris. I scamper through it, guided by the lantern which swings back and forth in my hand.
I can’t tell where I’m going, but only know that I’m getting further inside the cave, and the ceiling seems to come lower and lower until I find myself crouching down to walk.