Untamed Reunion

Chapter 7

Hazel

“ R un, little kitten, run,” he sing-songs as I run in the direction he pointed me towards. My legs ache from clenching so hard with my impending release. The arousal coating the inside of my thighs causes them to start chafing.

I slide to a stop as I come to another part of the maze that forks off in four different directions. I contemplate my options, spinning in circles. My hair sticks to my sweaty face as the mix of excitement, arousal, and anxiety bubbles to the service. I double over, trying to catch my breath. What am I even doing? Letting my ex chase me around a mirror maze is probably not my best play, but my body has a natural reaction towards him. That, I can’t deny. The tension surrounding us has been bubbling all night.

Closing my eyes, I give myself a moment to think about what my best play is. Clearly, Callum isn’t playing by the rules here. Him showing up in front of me earlier proves just that. Going to the right, I decide that’s the best way to go. I take off, running as fast as my feet will take me. I wipe at my face, trying to clear it of the hair, only to yelp in surprise as my sight becomes clear. I’m facing my own reflection and as I look side to side, it’s nothing but me standing there.

There’s a tsking sound behind me and I stop moving, like a deer in the headlights. Fuck. A flash behind me has me jumping, but there’s nothing there. I hold my breath, waiting for what’s next when his voice booms out through the quiet forest, “Are you giving up already? Awe, is the poor girl tired?” He’s mocking me.

“I’m not tired!” I stomp. “I just got momentarily lost.”

“Then I suggest you move and get going.”

I go back the way I came, clearly needing to go in a different direction.

Finally going the correct way, I manage to up my luck. The correct turns are made, weaving me deeper into the maze. I keep running, pumping my arms to propel me faster. I try to watch the outskirts of the maze to see if I can find Callum, but it’s no use. I can’t stop running, I have to find the way out..

I have to be getting close to the end, I feel like I’ve been going forever.

I round a corner and I’m met with none other than him again. I try to turn to run back the way I came but my hair is pulled, causing me to fall back against him. His arms quickly wrap around me as he nips at my earlobe.

“Mmmmm” he growls, “I thought I said don’t let me catch you.”

I thrash in his arms, trying to break free of his grasp. His hand tracks downwards, pulling up the skirt of my dress. I try to cross my legs, but a sharp slap across my thigh has me rethinking my decisions.

“I- I tried.” I stutter out as he reaches the apex of my legs. His thick fingers slip between my slit, my body portraying my want more than my voice is. He makes small circles on my clit that have me twitching. Already being denied once, I’m already hot and bothered. I want nothing more than the orgasm that’s building within me.

He pushes me away and I stumble forward, turning around to stare at him. I have nowhere to run, his large frame takes up the majority of the walkaway and I really don’t want to run back towards the beginning of the maze.

“Get on your knees and take my cock out,” He demands. I do as he says, dropping to my knees and fumbling with his belt. As soon as I get the leather through the buckle, I pop open the button and pull his jeans and briefs down. His hard cock pops free, bobbing against his stomach. My mouth waters in anticipation. Fuck, I’ve missed it. I never thought I’d miss a cock, but here I am. It’s perfectly sized, not too long but not too short. Its ridges are pronounced and hit every spot inside of me. It angles towards his body, making it grind against my g-spot when we fuck. It’s girthy and stretches me in the best way.

He grips it at the base, giving himself a long strong before angling it towards my lips. “Stick your tongue out,” he says.

I do as he says and flatten my tongue. He thrusts along the muscle, not allowing me to take it all into my mouth. A line of spit falls from my mouth and he catches it on the tip of his dick.

“Now fucking suck it.”

I swallow his cock, taking it as deep as I can. My throat constricts and my body tries to repel the foreign object, but I can’t pull away. I look up and blue eyes meet mine. He smirks as he holds me to his pelvis, my eyes brimming with tears, my nails creating crescent-shaped indentations into his thighs. When he finally lets me go, I rear back, gasping for air. As soon as the oxygen hits my lungs, he has me back on him. He fucks my face, using me. I love that he can take pleasure from my body, as I can take from his. My pussy drips through the hole he’s ripped, wanting its own attention. I reach down, circling my clit.

“So fucking needy, can’t even fucking wait for my cock to fill you, huh?”

I gargle around his cock before he pulls out, lifting me up. He lifts me up into his arms like I weigh nothing, and I wrap my legs around him. He immediately slams me down onto his cock, and I cry out.

“There you go, purr for me, my little kitten. Let me hear you. Fuck, I missed you.”

Lifting and dropping me, his cock glides within my walls. I’m not able to stay quiet, moaning as I’m filled again and again.

“What if someone sees us?”

“Look in the mirror. Watch how you take my cock. Watch the way your pussy stretches for me. Look at what they’d see. Look at how fucking deranged you look sitting on my cock like it’s a fucking throne and you’re the queen of my heart. But more importantly, watch as we make a fucking masterpiece together.”

I watch as he fucks me, and he’s right, we truly are a work of art together. His words combined with the stretch and the possibility of us getting caught has me shattering.

“Cal-” I moan as my pussy grips him.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it. Fuck, I’m going to fucking fill you.” He groans and his dick twitches inside of me. We both pant, coming down from the high. His dick flexes inside of me and I smile at the feeling. It’s one of my favorite sensations.

He lifts me off of him, and I groan at the loss. On my feet, he helps me steady myself. As soon as I have my bearings about me, he helps me straighten my dress and grabs my hand.

“Okay, you ready?” He asks.

“Ready for what?”

“Ready to finish the maze?”

“Oh, yeah.” I follow him as we walk together, hand-in-hand like years haven’t gone by. Like we never broke up, and he didn’t move away, and things are so different than the reality.

It doesn’t take long for us to exit and I immediately break away from him.

“Wow, they must have made it difficult this year.” Daphne comments.

“What?”

“You guys were gone for a while.”

“Oh? We were? Yeah, it was definitely more difficult.” Callum comments. I shoot him a glare and he smirks.

I need another cider.