64. Memphis

CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR

memphis

I barely had a chance to swallow everything before he raised that mask just enough to be able to slam his mouth against mine. He grabbed both sides of my face to keep me standing while he walked into me to get me moving backward. He had me trapped against a tree a couple seconds later. His hands went to my hips to hold me in place while his kisses trailed down my neck. He stopped to suck on the posts through both nipples until I was trying to squirm out of his hold. That only resulted in being able to feel the tree bark biting into my back when he pressed me against it that much harder.

“Are you ready to see God, Syn?” He whispered while he kissed across my belly button.

“I don’t believe in him,” I gasped out when his hands shifted to the button on my jeans.

He paused to chuckle against my skin, and it sent goosebumps all over my body. “Satan it is, then.”

He had the entire bottom half of my body unclothed and freezing in record time. This half-masked giant on his knees in front of me in the dark in the middle of the woods was a surreal sight. That shit felt like an out of body experience when he grabbed my leg and draped it over his own shoulder to make sure he could get closer, deeper. My whole body jolted when he scraped his teeth across my clit, and I very involuntarily tried to squirm away. He wrapped his arm around the leg that was over his shoulder to hold me there.

“Are you going to be a good girl, Syn? Let me just have what I want? Or do I need to take it?”

He punctuated those questions by dragging his tongue from my opening to my clit, where he stopped instantly to suck it in between his lips. The only response I had available for those questions after that was a whimper and the leg that was still holding me upright starting to quiver. He laughed before he forced his other arm under that leg to raise it up to his other shoulder, so he was holding all my weight. My hands went straight for his hair, searching for anything to hold.

“Colt,” I gasped out again when his tongue went back to circling. I panicked a little when he started to stand. Between wondering if he was going to drop me and the tree bark scraping along my back, I dug my nails into his head when a startled little squeak came out of me.

“You probably shouldn’t—” I started to say, but couldn’t finish that thought to save my life when he closed his mouth around my clit and began sucking.

“I don’t think—” I tried again, before the feel of his teeth cut off that thought too.

He paused for just a moment though. “That’s your problem, sugar. All you do is think. Shut your fucking mouth for a minute. And let me shut off your brain.”

He made good on that offer.

He scrambled every thought I’d ever had while he held me against that tree with my legs wrapped around his head. All the thoughts. Since the beginning of time. Gone.

There wasn’t a single coherent thing happening in my brain beyond hoping that he wouldn’t stop anytime soon. I didn’t even recognize the noise that came from my mouth when that monster shook his fucking head between my legs. Feeling his beard drag across my inner thighs, across my clit, across everything nearly sent me into another realm. And no part of me wanted to return from that world. Ever. A world that required no thinking or planning; a world that didn’t rely on me for its next step; a world where I could just exist; a world carried squarely upon this man’s shoulders.

I was weightless in the world where he ruled. I didn’t have to be at the top of my game every second of every day if he was around. Trying to predict every possible outcome before anything happened wasn’t necessary. There was suddenly no need to worry who was around, who might be watching. Anyone looking to find me would find themselves face to face with him first. My name was safe with him, my identity was safe with him, my body was safe with him. I was safe with him.

I’d never experienced that kind of calm. That kind of security was never even so much as within sight.

I took the mask from his head and tossed it to the ground so I could grab his hair. I pulled it from the back until he was looking up at me from between my thighs. In the strangest mix of sensations, I felt like I couldn’t breathe while my lungs had all the oxygen they could ever need. This man was the key to calming the out of control raging anxiety fire that nearly burned me alive while somehow also being the spark that lit every other fire inside me.

But thank you for all this newfound freedom and power didn’t feel quite right for this moment.

“I love you,” came out instead. I still couldn’t see his eyes as clearly as I would’ve liked out here in the dark, but I was certain they were darting back and forth between mine with the way the whites were shifting. He moved his hold around my thighs so that his arms were under my ass and he forced his hands up my back between me and the tree. I squeaked again when he stepped back away from the tree.

For the fucking life of me, I couldn’t imagine how he planned to get me back on the ground in front of him short of power-bombing me straight into the dirt. Instead, he very carefully lowered himself to his knees and waited way more patiently than I would’ve ever imagined while I climbed off his shoulders. The moment that I was standing in front of him again, he slid both arms around my legs and pulled me back into him. He opened my legs and picked me up off the ground another time until I wrapped my legs around his waist that time.

And then he dropped my ass straight into the dirt with every ounce of his body weight on top of me. I wasn’t sure how his hands could feel like they were all over my body at the same time, but it was definitely happening. From the back of my thigh, across my hip, all the way up my side, over the piercings and every tattoo, until one hand stopped just under my jaw to hold my head in place while he kissed me. That hand left my body just long enough to hold himself up off me so he could direct his dick straight into me, and there wasn’t even the slightest hint of patience with his movements that time. Two very powerful rocks of his hips had him as deep as he could get and the groan that came out of this giant man brought a smile to my lips instantly.

That smile was gone just as quickly when he reached for the belt that I forgot he’d wrapped around the back of my neck for safekeeping . He slipped it out from under me and laid it across my neck instead. He put his hands over it on either side of my neck to apply instant pressure on my throat. He leaned down to put his mouth beside my ear when he started thrusting.

“Where’d that cocky smile go, Syn?”

He knew there would be no fucking words available to answer him in between my own gasps. I sent my fingernails after the bones in his back to hold on for dear life.

His laugh sent shivers down my spine. “You better find some words, sugar. If I ask you a question, I expect an answer.”

Fuck you probably wasn’t the kind of response he was looking for, but it was the first phrase that came to a brain that couldn’t function beyond searching for that orgasm high again. Either way, I gave up worrying about responding because his thrusts turned punishing and falling right over that ledge was the only thing I wanted on my mind. I dug my fingernails into his skin another time to get ready for it.

Just for him to stop moving entirely.

“Colt, what—” I paused to try to glance around us, as much as I could with the belt still across my neck. I didn’t see anyone or anything that would make him stop.

One hand left the belt to grab me by the jaw.

“Do you want to get off, Syn?”

“Wha—what?”

“Are you going to learn to answer me?” he asked.

“That…THAT is why you stopped?” I gasped out. I moved both hands from his back to his chest to start pushing him in the little tantrum I was about to throw. When he didn’t move or react in any sense, I dug my nails in there, too.

“Are you fucking kidding me with this? Has anyone ever said no when you asked that question? What kind of question is that? Who the fuck?—”

His hand shifted over my mouth to silence me.

“Such a pretty little mess,” he whispered. He leaned down until our noses nearly touched. “You’re going to answer me when I ask you a question. Understand?”

I was able to open my mouth just enough to bite the hand covering it, and he smiled. He dragged that hand down my chin and across my throat to give me a chance to actually find some words. That just resulted in us glaring at one another for a few seconds longer.

Well, he smirked.

I glared.

He lowered his mouth to my ear another time. “The words you’re looking for, sugar, are yes, sir. ”

He chuckled before he pulled out of me and raised off me entirely. He grabbed both my hips and flipped me, so I was face down in the dirt. He pulled me up to my knees in front of him, and one hand went to the side of my head to keep it in the dirt while his other gathered both my hands to hold them against the small of my back. He took the hand from my head just long enough to guide his dick back into me, and the moan that came out of him once more at least reminded me that I still had a hint of control here. His hand went right back to my head to hold me in that position while he started pounding into me.

I fought my orgasm off as long as I could that time. Having it ripped out of my reach the last time made me want to scratch his eyes out. He seemed to catch on very quickly that I was doing everything in my power to hold it back on my own. He released my head again and sent that hand to work on my clit instead, until every thrust was met with a whimpering gasp that was absolutely beyond my control.

His hips and his hand slowed their efforts, and I could’ve fucking burst into tears.

“No, Colt,” I gasped and tried pushing my hips back into his harder. “Please.”

He chuckled but didn’t resume the pace.

“You’re an even prettier mess when you’re on your knees, face in the fucking dirt, and willing to beg,” he said. I felt a little better that his voice sounded strangled and in tortured pain. “Do you want to come this time, angel?”

The whimper that came out of me was nothing short of embarrassing.

He stopped moving completely again.

“You don’t have to be a good girl for anyone but me, sugar. Do you want to get off? Just. Say. The. Fucking. Words.”

“Yes, sir.”

I screamed at the sharp sting that his fingers left behind when he slapped my clit.

“Fucking finally,” he sighed before he started ramming into me again. “Scream, sugar. Cry. Let it out. Let everyone know that you’re being fucked back to life. Live for me.”

That monster fucked me until the tears from my eyes turned the dirt under my cheek into mud. It hadn’t crossed my mind while it was happening, but the moment that he pinned me to the ground under all of his weight when he finally finished, I could only hope that all my screams had just blended in with the sounds of the corn maze.