Accidental Abduction (Masked Men of Sage Springs #1)

Chapter Nine

Hudson

“Better get going before you run out of time.”

She hesitated, her fingers twitching as I stepped backward, moving myself away from her tempting body. I hadn’t remembered her feeling so good in my arms.

“7… I don’t see you moving. It’s like you don’t even want to play.”

This was her idea, and now that she was having her moment, she was freezing.

“6… You’re not making this very fun. I thought you wanted some excitement.”

That seemed to snap her out of whatever trance she was in, and I watched her teal tipped pigtails sway as she darted into the trees.

Blood rushed in my ears as I slowly followed, my breath almost oppressive against the plastic of the mask. This thing was fucking hot, but it wasn’t as unbearable with the cooler temperature outside.

Inside, on the packed dance floor, surrounded by people, I’d been almost claustrophobic, especially when she’d wrapped her arms around me and scratched her nails down my back. She’d never done that before. And the sudden sharp bite of pain it ignited sent a thrill through me. I wanted—no, I needed —her to do it again.

The leaves crunched under my sneakers, a cool wind howling in the distance as it crossed the ravine where a creek separated the town from the plot of land my family owned along the edge of the city limits.

A sense of unease rushed through me as I realized if she wasn’t careful, and turned off the trail ahead, that she could go plummeting down a thirty-foot drop to the shallow water before I could reach her.

“I thought you were chasing me.” Her playful voice carried through the breeze, and I turned toward it, letting the tension ease and the adrenaline kick in.

“5...” I shouted, a thrill running through me as a shriek sounded from not too far away.

“4...”

“You’re slow as fuck!” she giggled, and part of me was happy that she was seeming to enjoy this game. I’d been so worried earlier that this was a terrible idea. That I’d do something wrong or say something wrong and drive her away forever.

“3...”

A twig snapped from behind a tree a few yards off the trail to my right and I paused, listening for signs of her.

Squinting through the eye holes in my mask, I saw a flash of pink from the bottom of her boots. The moonlight reflected off the white mask obscuring half her face. She looked almost ethereal, peeking around from behind the large trunk, squeaking when she saw me standing closer than she clearly expected and covering her mouth before she ducked out of sight again.

“2… You’re really terrible at hiding from me.”

She giggled again, and I followed the peals of laughter, stalking off the trail and watching for flashes of pink as I picked up my pace.

“1… Here I come...”

A small hand darted out from behind a tree as I passed it, and she pushed me up against the trunk, a grunt escaping my mouth as she looked up at me.

“Not yet,” she whispered, pressing her body against mine, flattening her palm against the front of my jeans. “But I bet you will be soon.”

The little minx had turned the tables on me, and I wasn’t mad about it. She squeezed, a rush of pain coursing through me at her tight grip, immediately followed by a release of endorphins when a feeling took over my body I’d never felt before .

We had some intense sex over the years, but the buildup before had never left this intense of a primal need to claim her.

“You didn’t try very hard to get away from me. Weren’t you scared that the stranger following you into the woods was going to do something bad to you?”

Her eyes locked onto mine, holding me in place as her fingers fumbled with my belt, unbuckling it and tugging down my zipper. I throbbed against the material of my boxer briefs, aching for her to touch me.

“Maybe I wanted to do something bad to him instead.”

She hadn’t told me about this part of the fantasy. I hadn’t even known she could be this playfully dominant. She’d always let me take the lead, be the pursuer, the one who initiated things, the one who was on top. The one who was in control.

“And what do you want to do to him?”

She smirked, her lips visible at the edge of her mask, and I watched with rapt attention as she bit the side of her bottom lip, tugging the plump flesh briefly before her fingers crept through the hole in the flap, fingers wrapping around my hot skin.

“He’s about to find out…”

“Mmhmm,” I hummed, leaning my head back against the rough bark of the tree. The thick fabric of my black hood protected me from it, but part of me wanted to feel the bite of it against my scalp as she touched me. To embrace the pain mixed with the pleasure she brought with her touch.

“But he’ll have to catch me first.”

Her fingers tugged roughly one more time before she blew a sassy little air kiss and turned on her heels. She bolted through the wooded area surrounding us with surprising speed for someone wearing such high heels.

Deciding to double down on playing her little game, I carefully zipped my pants and stalked around the large tree she’d disappeared behind, listening for sounds of movement in the distance.

I tried to keep my footfalls quiet, my heart pounding while I tracked her movements, listening as she zigzagged through the trees, trying to anticipate her next move. She’d been right. The thrill of the chase was fun. And now I could see the appeal of switching things up every once in a while.

The longer it took to catch her, the more the adrenaline raced through my veins, building for when I finally caught up with her. The sinister part of me wanted to punish her for teasing me. For wrapping her little, soft hand around me and making me desperate to fuck her.

I wanted to push her to her knees and violate her mouth, relishing in the gagging sounds I knew she’d make as she swallowed my cock.

Pausing, I waited behind a nearby tree, listening to the rustling of leaves coming closer and closer. She sounded out of breath as she crept through a clearing a few feet away, and I balled my fists at my sides to keep myself from giving away my position.

From my fixed position, her body came into view. The full hunter’s moon seemed so close, the illumination casting an ominous orange glow across the space between us and giving away her proximity as she crept through the trees and shrubs. The way she moved was mesmerizing. How her toned legs flexed as she carefully planned her footfalls. The way her tight, cropped t-shirt heaved every time she took a labored breath. The flushed skin on her neck.

I wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or the excitement, but I was about to make it redder when I wrapped my hand around her delicate throat.

She wanted the fantasy, and I was determined to see this through. To try to be what she needed.

Deliberately keeping my footsteps silent, I stalked behind her, careful to keep myself concealed in the shadows. It was intoxicating knowing what I had planned for her once I caught her. She may have teased me and then turned the tables, but we had plenty of time for me to take the lead.

She paused, bracing her hands on a large tree trunk, and carefully peering around the side to look for signs of me .

Only a short step away, a branch cracked beneath my foot, and I saw her flinch, her body gearing up to flee. But I was faster, my hand shooting out and wrapping around her throat.

“Not so fast, little devil. I believe we have some unfinished business.” She shuddered at the low, menacing tone I wasn’t aware I was capable of until this moment. And I wondered if her heart was beating as fast as mine.

“What? No sassy little comebacks for me now? I thought you enjoyed testing my patience?”

My fingers tightened as I flattened my chest against her back, urging her forward until she was a hair’s breadth away from being pushed against the rough bark in front of her face. Even if I was wildly turned on, and bordering on losing control, I never wanted to hurt her.

“I...” she squeaked as I pulled her head back roughly, leaning down so I could whisper directly in her ear.

The plastic of the mask pressed against the hair on my chin, making a crackling sound as I pushed my lips as close to her skin as I could.

“Too late now. I’ve got something else for those lips to do.”

Her body shook as I held her captive, and I hoped I wasn’t scaring her, but I was too far gone to worry about it at this point.

“On your knees.”

Loosening my hold on her neck, I moved my hand to her shoulder, gripping firmly as I urged her to the mossy brush next to the tree.

I should have taken off my hoodie and laid it on the ground to protect her knees, but the devil on my shoulder wanted to see the scrapes on them later. I wanted the reminder of this moment manifested on her skin like a brand.

“Hu...” she gasped as I used my hand to spin her, forcing her to her knees at my feet and stepping forward until the back of her head pressed against the trunk of the tree. Her blonde pigtails and stark white mask gleamed in the moonlight breaking through the canopy overhead, and she almost would have looked angelic if it wasn’t for the way she was biting her lip.

“You wanted to play with it earlier. Now’s your chance. Take. Out. My. Cock. “ My demand ended in a rough growl, watching what expression I could see from behind her mask turn to one of anticipation.

It’d been years since she treated sucking my cock like it was an event to look forward to, and I wasn’t wasting this opportunity.

Grasping one long pigtail in my fist, I yanked her forward, pressing her nose into the front of my jeans, my cock throbbing behind the material.

“You made me this hard. Now fucking take care of it.”

Her fingers shook as she unzipped my zipper, my belt clinking as she tugged the material down. Her nails scratched my thighs as she slipped her fingers underneath the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down, my cock bobbing in her face.

“Open,” I urged, using her pigtail as leverage and I groaned as she obeyed, her lips parting and the head slipping between them. “Fuck...”

“Mmm,” she hummed and swirled her tongue around the head. She dragged her nails down my thighs, digging them into my skin as she rocked forward, eliciting a pained gasp from me as her teeth dragged down my length.

“Be. Fucking. Nice.” I growled, flipping my wrist to wrap her pigtail around my palm, using it as leverage to pull her back until my cock was poised just out of reach from her lips.

“No,” she whispered. “This cock doesn’t deserve nice. It doesn’t want me to be nice. And neither do you.”

“Fuck,” I grunted as she swallowed me whole, gagging as I rammed against the back of her throat.

I tried...

I fucking tried not to thrust and risk hurting her, but when her nails dug in further, I couldn’t hold back.

“Oh, we want to play games now?” I groaned, thrusting forward in quick succession, watching the moonlight highlight the spit trickling down her chin. I could barely see her eyes watering from behind her mask as she gagged and groaned around me.

Typically, I was thrilled when a woman wanted to give me head, so I was respectfully grateful instead of being a mindless animal, but the way she forced her head forward every time I tried to pull her back to breathe had me quickly chasing down what I knew would be the mother of all orgasms.

It didn’t help that when I closed my eyes, breaking her intense eye contact, I was picturing the filthy sound I knew it’d make if she choked on my cum.

My cock pulsed against her tongue, and I gritted my teeth to hold back, trying to prolong this intense ecstasy mixed with the agony at the brutal way I was fucking her face.

The sound of rough breaths escaping her nose mixed with the filthy wet, slurping and gagging noises accompanying them pushed me right over the edge and I thrust forward, my neck arching back and a pained groan echoing through the trees as I filled her dirty little mouth.

As soon as the pulses ceased, I released her hair, flexing my hand and watching as she tried to catch her breath once my cock slipped from her glistening red lips. Lips I wanted to kiss, lips I wanted to fuck again and then watch with rapt attention while cum dribbled from in between them.

Once her breathing had evened out, I gripped her chin, using my thumb to smear the moisture on her chin over her bottom lip.

“I’m gonna fuck this again,” I promised. “But that can wait. It’s your turn.”

Excitement flared in her eyes, her tongue flicking out to swipe across the pad of my thumb, eliciting another pained groan from me. My spent cock twitched, and I had a feeling the way she looked on her knees—lips glistening with my cum while her chest heaved from the exertion of gagging herself on my cock—would dramatically reduce my refractory period, but I reluctantly stepped away and tucked myself back into my boxer briefs .

She watched with hungry eyes as I zipped up my jeans and fastened my belt, using my fingers to motion for her to stand from where she was still perched on her knees. Continuing the nonverbal commands, I repeated the motion, nodding when she stood—leaves still plastered to her knees—and spinning my finger to indicate she should turn to face the tree behind her.

Her shoulders trembled as I slowly advanced on her, tucking my face in close to her neck as my chest brushed against her back. “You might want to hold on.”

Chuckling as her hands shot out without hesitation, her hot pink fingernails were a stark contrast to the dark bark underneath her fingers.

“Mmmm,” I whispered, tracing the back of my hand against the soft skin of her stomach as I reached for the button on her tiny shorts. Unfastening it with a flick of my fingertips, I tried to let some of the menace out of my voice. “You’re trembling. Is it from excitement, or are you cold?”

She hesitated, but as I watched her breath puff out into the cold air in front of her, I had my answer.

“Stay,” I commanded, stepping back far enough to unzip my hoodie, shrugging it off as I watched her fingers flex anxiously against the tree trunk. Crowding against her again, I grasped one of her hands, slipping the soft material around her, placing her palm back against the bark and repeating the motion on the other side. “Now spread your legs.”

She widened her stance, pushing her ass into me as I wrapped my hands around her hips. “Don’t hold back when I make you come, because I want to hear you fucking scream.”