Just Friends

Just Friends

Chapter 1 - In Town

JOHN KNOCKED on the door of a house in the middle of nowhere.

He cracked his neck and groaned. The train ride had taken over a day. A bulky bag weighed on his shoulder, stuffed with clothes for a short vacation.

While he waited for an answer, his gaze wandered across the property. The driveway was lined with trees that held back a stretch of wilderness. A worn axe was wedged into a stump a few paces from the front steps. Warm lights lit up the shadowy porch as the sun lowered behind the trees. Leaves rustled in the wind and an invisible army of crickets chirped. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the fresh coastal breeze, a welcome change from the stagnant haze that oozed around his home-city's skyscrapers.

Jane threw open the door. She stood frozen for a moment, blinking at him through thick glasses, her mouth hanging open. Her pixie cut was a blaze of red, the cozy lighting from inside the house glowing through it.

He offered a tired smile and started to set down his bag. "Hey! Sorry I'm late, the bus-"

She tackled him, sending his bag sliding across the porch.

He stumbled backwards, laughing as she clung to his neck. Despite expecting her enthusiasm, the sheer recklessness of it knocked him off balance.

"Why didn't you tell me you were almost here?" she asked pointedly before pressing her face into him. "I missed you so much," she said, her wavering voice muffled by his shirt.

"I wanted it to be a surprise!" He peeled her off of him, holding her at arms-length to look her in the eyes. "I missed you too." Wrapping his arms around her, he held her tight in a proper hug.

She clutched at his shirt and sighed. It had been thirteen years since she had last seen him in person. She could smell his hair product, laundry detergent, and deodorant mixed with the natural musk that she still remembered. His scent wrapped around her like a warm hug on a cold day.

They had met online over two decades ago, childhood friends separated by thousands of miles. It felt odd to physically miss someone that she had only chatted with over the internet. But it would also feel odd to not miss someone she had met briefly and hugged once before.

She let go after a minute, leaving his sleeve streaked with tears. "Oh jeeze, you must be exhausted after that trip," she fretted, wiping her eyes. "Come in!" She grabbed his bag from the porch and lugged it into the house.

Stepping inside, he immediately felt at ease. The place suited her perfectly, decorated with her paintings, Lego flowers, and an array of her craft fixations. He was surrounded by the life story of someone he had grown with and trusted. Like rediscovering a second home.

The cozy warmth was a stark contrast to his own apartment, surrounded by empty spaces previously filled by his ex's belongings. His barren white walls were devoid of personality.

Jane grabbed John's hand and pulled him over to the living room couch. "Here, sit down and relax."

They sat and stared at each other in silence, waiting for the other to say something first. They grinned at the ridiculousness of it. Even decades of deep conversations and shared secrets couldn't overcome the initial awkwardness of being together in person.

Jane absently plucked at her shirt. "Um, I was about to start a movie. Or do you want to talk about your trip?"

He sank into the cushions with a sigh. His trip had been unremarkable. "A movie sounds nice." Watching something might help break the ice.

"I'll make us some popcorn!" she said with a sudden burst of energy before dashing into the kitchen.

He waved his hand. "Sounds good!"

She shook a bag of popcorn kernels and tossed it into the microwave. The microwave hummed and kernels popped. She quietly danced to the song playing in the neverending jukebox in her head as she waited.

After years of aching to spend time with him, he was finally here in the flesh. Decades of unyielding support, advice, and effortlessly reconnecting after every lapse had made him a safe harbour in her tumultuous life.

Over time, she discovered that she was actually attracted to him. Like any secret she kept from him, it didn't last long. He was in a relationship when she told him and he accepted her feelings graciously without reciprocating them.

A few months after his breakup, she invited him to her place as a getaway from the same old scenery. This was the first time they were both single at the same time.

But they were just friends.

The microwave beeped. The warm buttery scent of fresh popcorn filled the room as she emptied the bag into a bowl.

She walked back to the couch humming a happy tune. "Alright, so I was going to watch-" His head had tilted forward and a curtain of hair partially obscured his closed eyes.

This was an opportunity to get a proper look at him in the flesh. She leaned down to study his bearded face. His skin was smooth milk chocolate; frustratingly flawless other than the lines betraying his age. She had to resist tangling her fingers in the luscious black hair that fell in waves down to his shoulders. Wide rectangular glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose, giving him the signature look of a nerd.

Yeah. She still liked everything about him.

He took a deep breath and his eyes fluttered open. "Woops, I'm awake-" Looking up, he saw her bent towards him, her wide shirt collar hanging loose and exposing her cleavage. Not a bad view to wake up to. He stared for a moment before looking up at her face.

Her eyes widened and she quickly straightened up. "You- uh, you can go lay down if you'd like. I have the guest bed set up for you."

He smiled and stretched. "I wouldn't want to miss a second here with you." He patted the couch cushion next to him.

She raised her eyebrows. "Aww, that's so-"

"Except when you're taking a shit. You can keep those seconds to yourself."

Her eyebrows dropped.

This fucking guy.

"Uh huh." She pulled a folded blanket out of her coffee table. "Thanks," she said as she threw it at his face.

He caught it and laughed as he unfolded it.

She smiled tightly and shook her head. This was the silly man she knew and his cute laugh was payment enough for the crass joke. She sat down next to him and he threw the blanket over them with a flourish. Balancing the warm bowl of popcorn on her lap, she leaned over to get the remote to start the movie.

He scooted closer to her, his leg pressing against hers as he reached for a few kernels of popcorn.

She watched him out of the corner of her eye, but he stared at the screen, oblivious. The warmth of his arm and leg faded into the background as she focused on the movie.

They chuckled at the gags and crooned over cute scenes as the night stretched on. When they started running out of popcorn, their fingers battled for the remaining kernels.

She swatted at his hand. "I think you've had enough, sir."

He leaned towards her ear and whispered, "Survival of the fittest," before tickling her ribs.

She yelped and giggled, struggling to evade him. "Alright, alright," she said, surrendering the bowl to him. "All yours-"

He triumphantly grabbed the last two pieces, but then deftly slipped one of them into her open mouth. His fingers briefly dragged across her lips.

The movie was momentarily forgotten. She stared at him as he licked the butter and salt from his fingertips. The same fingertips that had just grazed her lips. She felt a blush prickle her cheeks and then her eyes darted back to the movie.

He peeked at her out of the corner of his eye with a smile. Her laugh was cute. She was cute.

But they were just friends.

Chapter 2 - Soft Touch

THE NEXT day was a blur of sightseeing, cute coastal shops, and delicious seafood in town. A sudden evening shower caught them by surprise and ushered them back to the house.

Jane shivered as she arranged logs and kindling in the fireplace, her shirt still dripping onto the hardwood floor. Once the stack of kindling was lit, she scurried to her bedroom to peel off her drenched clothes.

John walked out of the guest room wearing a fresh shirt and dry jeans. The day had been busier than he was used to and he was glad to get back to some peace and quiet.

He kneeled on the rug in front of the fireplace, mesmerized by the crackling flames. Grabbing the poker, he pushed a stray piece of firewood closer to the group of burning logs. This was a rare opportunity to warm himself by a cozy fireplace. He wanted to enjoy the full experience.

Jane exited her room wearing an oversized sweater and grubby sweatpants. Shivering, she dropped onto the rug next to John and sighed as the flame's warmth seeped into her bones.

Now toasty, John laid the poker down and stood up with a stretch. The cozy scent of burning wood filled the room. "Nothing like a nice fire on a rainy night," he said, sinking into the couch behind them.

She smiled. Even getting drenched by the surprise shower couldn't dampen his spirit. Twisting to look back at him, she flinched and grabbed her shoulder. "Ah, damn it!"

He sat up and leaned towards her with concern. "You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah... Just fucked up my shoulder chopping some deadwood."

He chuckled. "I didn't know you were a lumberjack."

"You think I wear those red plaid shirts for fun?"

He widened his legs and patted the couch between his thighs. "Come on, sit on the floor here." He wiggled his fingers in the air. "Maybe I can ease your suffering."

"Oh, I didn't know you were a doctor."

"I didn't tell you? Honorary MD. They told me diagnosing your bullshit for twenty years counted as a residency."

"Dick," she said, laughing.

He grinned and watched her scoot backwards until her back was pressed against the couch. The floral scent of her shampoo wafted up from her damp hair. Taking a slow breath, he closed his eyes. She smelled nice. He shook out his hands and started to gently massage her shoulders.

As soon as he touched her, she tensed and straightened up. She was suddenly aware of every part of him in contact with her. His feet under her thighs. Calves nestled against her ribs. Firm fingers gently probing her sore muscles. She was surrounded. Overwhelmed. But she liked it. She wanted to feel more of him.

He laughed softly, breaking the spell that bound her body. "You need to relax a bit. I feel like I'm massaging a brick wall here."

She felt his warm breath against the back of her neck and shivered. "Right, right. Sorry." Taking a deep breath, she relaxed her shoulders and his fingers sank into her. "Oh... Wow."

As he kneaded a knot, a groan escaped her lips and her head drooped forward. That was definitely the right spot. He squinted as his fingers snagged on her sweater. "Hey, I can't really work through your thick top. Can you take it off?"

Her head snapped up and she froze, muscles tensed. "I, uh... I only have my bra on under this." She stared into the fire, cheeks prickling with heat.

His fingers stopped moving. He could feel the bra-strap through her sweater. That would be fine, right? Just a friendly massage. Sometimes friendly massages happen in a bra.

Right?

Their silence grew deafening until a log shifted in the fireplace with a clunk.

Startled, he cleared his throat. "I mean, that's fine with me if it's fine with you."

Her blush flared. She clenched her fists in her lap, anxiety overriding coherence. Multiple trains of thought started and were derailed, creating a pile up in her mind, freezing her in place.

Not wanting the silence to stretch on again, she blurted, "Fine with me!" She bit her lip. Fuck. Why didn't she just go to her bedroom to change into a tank top? But she knew why. She wanted him to look. She wanted him to see her. To see more than his childhood friend.

Her hands shook as she clumsily pulled off her sweater and tossed it aside. Despite the warmth from the fire, goosebumps prickled along her back. Her hard nipples pressed into her bra as she thought about how much of her bare skin he was looking at. She clasped her hands in her lap to hold them still.

A fresh wave of her hair's floral scent washed over him when she took off her sweater. He looked down, his hands hovering above her bare skin. She was so pale next to his caramel tone, like a porcelain doll. He held his breath, his gaze tracing the slope of her smooth shoulders leading up to her elegant neck. It was so inviting. Vulnerable. Delicious. He had a wild impulse to bite her. But that would be crazy.

He lowered his hands onto her skin, sliding his fingers forwards, past her collarbone. He dragged his fingertips across her collar, raising fresh goosebumps like a secret message in braille telling him to keep going. His fingers paused for a moment on the black bra-strap that interrupted the smooth curves of her lithe body. He leaned forward, his eyes following the strap down to her cleavage.

She sat still, afraid to move an inch. His breath tickled her ear as his rough hands caressed the skin along her bra-strap. Her fingers dug into her thighs and she silently begged him to touch her more. To slide his fingers further forward, down her chest. To touch her everywhere. Maybe things were going too far. Maybe she didn't care.

The fire crackled with a pop.

John leaned back and squeezed out a long sigh. That was definitely pushing a boundary. He resumed kneading her shoulders, working on her knots. She let out soft groans and breathy sighs. His jeans felt tight.

Just a friendly massage.

The flickering firelight wrapped them in a warm glow. Raindrops pattered on the windows and roof, punctuated by Jane's quiet moans.

Flustered, he searched for something to talk about. "So... My novel is coming along. I'm about half way through now."

"Ooh," she groaned as he hit a deliciously sore spot, "That's great. I just caught up with the draft you sent. Do you know where you're-" He hit the sore spot again, dragging another moan out of her, "Mmm-going with it in the next chapter?"

He grinned, his mind now focused on his story. "Yeah, I have it all planned out!"

She smiled as he started outlining the upcoming plot, drinking in his enthusiasm. The way his deep voice lightened, his demure tone replaced with boyish excitement. This was his core. This was what he sounded like with his guard down.

Her eyes widened as he hooked his fingers under her bra-straps. He slowly pushed them towards her arms as he worked his way across her shoulders, continuing to talk as if it were nothing. The tiny ribbons of fabric didn't hide anything, but they were the final shred of cloth still on her naked shoulders.

They were also in the way of him touching her more.

She wanted him to touch her more.

Moving slowly, she subtly raised her shoulders. The straps slid down her arms and her bra loosened, shifting down against her nipples. A thrill ran through her. She wasn't just warm, she was scalding. The fire practically felt cool in front of her.

Despite her excitement, her smile faltered. This was still just a friendly massage...

Right?

Chapter 3 - Steam

CRICKETS CHIRPED as a cool evening breeze rustled through the trees.

Jane slumped in her car, eyes shut, headphones blaring familiar music to block out the world.

She had driven into town to cover a tediously long shift and then bought groceries on the way home. John was alone in her house, probably spending the whole day with his head buried in his laptop. Fixated on writing instead of stepping outside to enjoy nature. She chuckled to herself. That boy lived in his head.

The sun began to dip behind the horizon, but she wasn't ready to go inside yet.

Throughout the day, the massage from the night before snuck back into her mind. She wasn't sure what to take away from it. She knew what she wanted, but she couldn't jeopardize their long-standing friendship to get it. If he felt the same way as her, then what was stopping them? But it wouldn't be right to pry into those kinds of feelings so soon after his breakup.

She sighed. What could she do? Make a move and see what happens? That could be a disaster. Carry on and see if he catches her subtle hints? It was an endless tug of war.

She rubbed her eyes. Sitting around wasn't going to solve anything. She got out of the car and lugged the groceries to the front door, music still playing in her ears. Walking into the house, she fell into her routine and ruminated.

Throw the keys in the dish. Think about his hands on her shoulders.

Kick off her shoes in the entrance. Remember his fingers sliding down her collarbone.

Hang her purse on the hook. His hands rubbing up the nape of her neck.

Put away the groceries. Thumbs tracing along the sides of her spine, stumbling over the clasp of her bra.

Go to the bathroom to wash her hands-

She swung the bathroom door open and froze as steamy air hit her in the face. Her heart skipped a beat. A cheery song continued to play on her headphones, the singer oblivious to the sight before her. She dragged the headphones down to her neck and the sound of rushing water roared into her ears.

John stood in the shower, facing into the spray as he rinsed foamy suds out of his shaggy hair. He sighed into the stream of hot water, combing his fingers through slippery tangles.

Jane's hand was welded to the doorknob. Her heart raced. Mind blank. She bit her lip and her gaze greedily traced the rivulets of water and foam running along his arms, rolling down his shoulders, his chest, his ribs, his hips...

Her body grew hot as her eyes lingered between his legs, catching glimpses of him through the foggy glass. She felt an ache deep within her. An ache that only he could reach.

Instantly, her desire flared from a want to a need.

He slicked his hair back from his face and opened his eyes. Jane's bright red hair was like a flaming beacon in the bathroom. Despite being startled, he caught her low gaze before she had a chance to look up. Her eyes locked onto his.

Oh. Interesting, he thought.

He stood motionless for a moment, thoughtfully studying her face. Her mouth hung open, eyes darting in a panic. He raised an eyebrow. How long had she been standing there? Well, there was no point in hiding anything now. Besides, the way she was staring at his body made his ego swell. Like she was hungry for a tasty cut of meat. And that wasn't all that was swelling. He smiled and gave her a hesitant wave. "Welcome home?"

His voice echoed in the shower and jolted her. He wasn't even trying to hide himself from her. "Sorry!" she yelped. Her cheeks were on fire. Turning on her heel, she bolted out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

Leaning against it, she slid to the floor. Her mind reeled as she tried to process what had just happened, but the image of his wet body blurred every thought. She squeezed her legs shut and let out a whimper. This was too much to handle. Too much to resist. There was no way back for her. Now she needed him. But she didn't know how to get him.

Anxiety gripped her, cutting through the steamy haze in her mind. She still didn't know what he wanted, and she was afraid to find out.

Could they still be just friends?

Chapter 4 - Hot Coffee

EARLY MORNING sunlight filtered in through the kitchen window. Wisps of steam curled up from Jane's coffee, dancing through the sun's rays. The warm aroma of the fresh brew filled the room, but wasn't enough to overcome her brooding. She sipped from her mug, standing by the sink window, staring at the trees outside.

John's body continued to flash through her mind. She spent a nearly sleepless night wrestling with what to do next and worrying about what the fallout might be from the accident. Now they were having breakfast together in awkward silence.

John sat across the kitchen at the countertop island, leaving a quiet gulf between them.

Out of the corner of her eye, she peeked and saw him staring at her. His eyes crinkled with a smile hidden behind the toast he was munching on. A blush rose to her cheeks, her eyes darting to look outside again. "Nice weather today," she mumbled, grasping at anything to break the silence.

John was torn between teasing her about the shower and putting her at ease. He would let her take the lead for now.               He nodded, setting his toast down. "Yeah, it's nice and sunny." He leaned back in his seat and peered out the window. "A cloudless azure expanse..." he said, wistfully.

She smiled and turned to meet his eyes. Always a writer. Her gaze lingered too long and she panicked. Turning away suddenly, coffee sloshed out of her mug and spilled onto her shirt. "Ah shit!" she yelped, tugging the steaming fabric away from her body.

John was at her side in an instant. "Are you okay?" He took the mug from her and set it on the counter.

She waved him off, shaking her head at her clumsiness. "I'm fine. This is nothing." She chuckled derisively, staring down at the stain. "I take showers hotter than this."

He laughed. "Well you certainly made my shower feel hotter last night."

Her eyes widened and glanced at his grinning face. She burst out laughing. "Oh my god, stop." Her cheeks flushed and she covered her face. "I'll be right back. Gotta throw this in the wash." Out of habit from living alone, she started to pull her shirt over her head as she walked out of the kitchen.

John saw a flash of her black bra standing out against her creamy skin before she disappeared around the corner. "At least you always look good without a shirt on!" he blurted. His eyes widened and he covered his mouth. Why... Why did he say that?

She clutched her stained top as she stood frozen in the laundry room. The heat from her cheeks spread to her neck and shoulders. Why would he say that? She looked down at her bra. Well, if he thought she looked good without a shirt on, maybe she should indulge him. Walk right back into the kitchen in her bra alone, like it was nothing. She pressed her bunched up shirt to her face and giggled into it. That would be much too bold.

Laying out her stained shirt, she pre-treated it and then tossed it into the washer. She grabbed a fresh shirt on her way out of the room.

Maybe this was an opportunity? She paused in the hallway, shirt dangling from her fingers. What if she didn't put it on? Technically, he had already seen her in a bra. At least from behind. It wouldn't be a crazy leap...

She crept forward, her body growing warm, imagining the expression on his face. Would he be embarrassed? Weirded out? Turned on? Her heart raced. At the last moment, she hastily pulled the shirt on before stepping back into the kitchen.

John knelt on the floor with a roll of paper towels, carefully sopping up the spill.

She crossed her arms and leaned against the fridge, her heart calming as she watched him work.

He paused when he heard her come back in. "I- uh, I topped up your cup. Almost done with the floor."

He was clearly avoiding looking at her. Her lip curled with smug satisfaction. This was a nice reversal. He must have embarrassed himself after his comment. She couldn't resist toying with him. "So, you think I look good without a shirt on? You must really like my bras."

He glanced up at her and chuckled anxiously. "Yeah, I'm- I'm just really into fashion." Standing up, he washed his hands at the sink.

She grinned. "Uh huh. That's it."

He crossed his arms, mimicking her stance. "You know, I could totally help you plan your outfits. You'd never have to worry about anything not matching."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh please, I always match." After a beat, she doubled down. "I even have matching underwear."

His eyes widened and flickered down to her hips. Black panties too... He couldn't help but imagine her with nothing on but her matching set. However, he was at a disadvantage. He had only ever seen her back without a shirt on, but she had seen all of him. That seemed unfair.

He blinked.

Why was that unfair? That was an accident. They were just friends. He remembered the look on her face, staring at him in the shower.

Did they have to be just friends?

Realizing what he was staring at, he quickly looked away.

She noticed his gaze and felt her cheeks grow hot. He was definitely undressing her in his mind.

Perfect.

He cleared his throat, trying to stop picturing her naked. "Uh, so, what's the plan for the day?"

She squinted at him for a second. Maybe giving you a real view of my matching set. "I have some chores to do around here."

He nodded. Could I be one of those chores? "Let me know what I can do."

She smiled to herself. She definitely knew what she wanted him to do.

Chapter 5 - Cleaved

JANE WIPED a trickle of sweat from her brow. Her red hair was set ablaze by the inescapable noon sun. The axe's handle creaked in her grip as the blade flashed in a clean arc over her head. It chewed through the log sitting on her chopping stump, the pieces falling onto the pile below with a satisfying clunk.

She wore an unbuttoned red plaid shirt that hung loose on her lanky frame. A fashionable choice for the task. She closed her eyes as a fresh breeze ruffled through her top, showing off more of the black tank-top underneath. Sweat beaded and trailed down her throat, disappearing past her low neckline. Her rolled up sleeves showed off her wiry forearms, glistening with her efforts.

John leaned against the frame of the front door to the house, arms crossed, mesmerized. The way her muscles flexed as she handled the axe. Sweat flicking off of her with every swing. The splintering and clattering of wood echoing through the quiet air. Watching her work was a quiet thrill.

Jane finished splitting the last log and arranged the pieces on her rack of firewood. She leaned back and hollered, "Whew!"

John laughed and provided light applause. "That's the best lumberjacking I've ever seen!"

She slammed the axe back into the stump and walked towards him. "Is this the only lumberjacking you've ever seen?"

He grinned. "Yep!"

She smiled and shook her head.

When she got closer, he could see the sheen of sweat on her chest, droplets streaking into her cleavage. As she passed him in the doorway, he could feel the heat radiating off of her body. The heady scent of her hard work. Flustered, he froze and stared after her, imagining those beads of sweat rolling down the curves of her naked body.

She looked back at him with raised brows. "You okay?"

He swallowed. "Ah, yeah. I was just..." He faltered, not sure what to say. Being honest with each other had always come naturally and this was the first time he hesitated. "I just think you looked... hot... chopping that wood."

She laughed, oblivious. "Well, yeah. That plaid shirt is pretty thick for this weather. I was only wearing it for fun 'cause you're here."

He laughed nervously. "No, I mean sexy-hot. You looked sexy chopping that wood."

Her eyes widened before she turned away to hide her grin. That was the first time he'd ever called her hot or sexy. This was an opportunity she needed to seize. "Well, this sexy lumberjack needs a shower," she blurted, her heart racing. After a pause, she mumbled softly, "Maybe I'll forget to lock the door..." She pulled off her sweat-stained shirt as she walked towards the bathroom. Once inside, she turned and slowly pushed the door shut behind her, using it to hide her blushing face as she peeked at him. The door closed with a final click of the latch.

John stood rooted in place, staring after her with wide eyes.

What?

He hesitantly approached the bathroom. He hadn't heard her engage the lock. The shower door swished open. A knob squeaked. Water rushed.

He stared at the doorknob.

This fantasy had been running through his mind since breakfast. But that was just in his head. Should he actually do this? Step over this boundary?

He reached out and gripped the knob.

She had practically invited him to get the same peek she had gotten, so this was only fair.

He slowly turned the doorknob. The spring in the latch creaked.

But when she had walked in on him, it had been an accident. This would be intentional. Invasive. This isn't what a friend would do. Why jeopardize their friendship like this?

In his last relationship, he had been rebuffed for his advances again and again. Made to feel like an inconvenience for his desires.

He let go.

Damn it, he thought as he trudged to the guest room. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. Did I just make a mistake or avoid one? He threw himself onto the bed, his mind roiling.

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STEAM ROSE from the empty shower behind Jane. Her sweaty clothes piled on the cool tiles. She stood in the middle of the bathroom with her arms crossed over her stomach, staring at the door. Holding her breath. Trembling. Wet with anticipation.

The door never opened.

If he had walked in, she would have pounced on him then and there, tearing his clothes off, pressing her sweaty body against his.

But he hadn't.

And now she was frustrated.

She growled and climbed into the shower. Why didn't he just come in? Does he really not want me in that way? She grabbed fistfulls of her hair and sighed into the hot spray from the showerhead. Water ran down her arms, hugging her body. Her hands followed the water, along her neck, past her breasts, her stomach, between her thighs. Her fingers slipped along her slick lips. She tensed and leaned against the wall, covering her mouth to muffle her groan.

If he wasn't going to join her, it was his loss.

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JOHN GRUNTED into his pillow. Despite his decision, he couldn't stop himself from imagining water racing down her naked body. Pressing himself against her from behind. Wrapping his arms around her toned waist. He whimpered, second guessing his choice.

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JANE CLOSED her eyes, imagining John behind her. Her hands were his hands, now teasing her lips apart. Her fingers were his fingers, now rubbing her clit. She bit her hand and held her breath, holding back her moan. Fuck, I need you, John.

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JOHN PRESSED himself into the mattress, his eyes shut. He was in the shower with her, his hands gripping her hips. Sliding his shaft between her slippery thighs, grazing her slit with his tip. He moaned into his pillow as his mind continued to torture him. Fuck, I want you, Jane.

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JANE FELT the pressure deep within her mounting, a cresting wave. Her fingers sped up and her eyelashes fluttered. Knees buckling, she threw out her hand to lean against the shower wall, gasping as she sailed over the edge. Her legs shook. Hips jerking as she rode the fading wave. She panted and rested her cheek against the cool wall tiles.

Hot water ran over her heaving body. Dirt and sweat swirled down the drain.

Chapter 6 - Private Show

JOHN'S KNIFE scraped across the wooden cutting-board. He was on mise-en-place duty for their dinner. Several small bowls were filled with an array of neatly diced ingredients.

Silence was the safest option. He wasn't sure what to say or how to behave. He was trying to treat Jane like the life-long friend he'd always known, but his gaze kept lingering. On her green-hazel eyes, lit by the stove light. Her parted lips as she concentrated on the recipe. Her slender neck and collar when she reached into a high cabinet.

Jane poured sauce into a pot on the counter, flinching as some splattered onto her hand.

He stared as she kissed the sauce from her skin.

Catching his gaze, she raised an eyebrow. "What's up?"

"Ah, nothing." He turned to lean back against the counter. "Just thinking."

"That's not vague at all," she said, rolling her eyes.

Her frustration was still fresh and she wanted justice after he had snubbed her shower invitation. Flustering him would be fun payback.

She lifted the pot with both hands and shuffled past him in the narrow kitchen. "Coming through!" she said with mock innocence, her ass slowly grinding across his crotch. She smirked at his gasp. He was frozen to the spot. Satisfied, she set the pot on the burner, turned it on, and stirred the sauce.

John gripped the edge of the counter. She had definitely done that on purpose. The fading warmth of her ass sent a thrill through him. He closed his eyes and let out a tight sigh. His frustration from earlier flared back to life, erasing any worries over their friendship. She didn't seem to be concerned, so why should he? Their boundaries had blurred from a line into an obscure gray smudge and he didn't know what made sense anymore.

So he'd have to find out.

He picked up a bowl of diced peppers and silently stepped behind her. With one hand on her hip, he wrapped his other arm around her to offer the ingredient. He pressed his shaft against her ass and murmured into her ear, "Should I put this in?"

She gripped her spatula tighter and stopped stirring, feeling him growing harder against her. Her body tensed, breath caught in her throat. His hand was touching her hip so gently, but she felt rooted in place like there was no escape. Unable to find her words, she choked out, "Uh huh."

He tipped the peppers into the pot, lingering for a moment to tickle her neck with his breath. Then he backed away. That was fun.

She spun around and glared. Now he was teasing her? After leaving her alone in the shower? "I don't know what you want," she snapped, her cheeks burning.

Startled, he raised his hands in front of him. "Sorry, maybe that was too much."

She ran her fingers through her hair. "No, it was fine. It was... hot. But- I need to know what you actually want."

His eyes widened. They had always been direct with each other, but that was over text. This was their first confrontation face to face.

"I... I don't want to mess up our friendship."

She threw her hands up. "No shit. We're besties 'till we die, no matter what happens."

He smiled and shook his head. Of course. No matter what happened, they would figure it out.

She stabbed her finger at him. "But what do you want right now?"

It had been some time since he'd asked himself that. "Well, you've seen me naked. That's a bit unfair. I haven't seen you."

She rolled her eyes. "You had your chance earlier. What do you want me to do? Strip for you?"

He smirked. He couldn't imagine someone like her stripping. But then he remembered her pulling off her sweater for the massage, her coffee-stained top, her sweat-damp shirt after chopping wood. The thought stuck in his mind and his smirk faded. He blurted, "Actually..."

She marched towards him and smacked his chest. "Ha ha, very funny." She studied his face and blinked. "Wait- what?"

She had asked him what he wanted, and what he wanted, right now, was more of her. His eyes smouldered. "I want you to strip for me," he said, his voice low and breathy. "Right now."

Her eyes widened and she stepped back. Her mouth opened soundlessly. Finally, she whispered, "Are- Are you serious?"

His expression softened, worried that had already crossed a line. "Ah, well, yeah. But you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. We can forget it."

She stared at him silently with narrowed eyes before taking a deep breath. "No," she said with a nervous laugh, "I wouldn't want things to stay... unfair."

Her hands trembled as she fumbled with the top button of her shirt. This was the opportunity she had been dreaming of for years. A chance to seduce him. She hadn't imagined stripping to do it, but she wouldn't give him a chance to take it back. He was finally single and standing right in front of her. Desiring her.

After watching her struggle with her button for a few seconds, John stepped towards her and stilled her trembling fingers with his warm hand. "Slow down. I'm not going anywhere," he said with a soft laugh, "I wouldn't want to miss a second of this."

She took another deep breath and started over, now smoothly opening one button after another. Damn it, how is he able to do that to me? Calming her down had always been one of his superpowers. The final button was undone and her shirt fell open, revealing a strip of bare skin and a glimpse of a black bra.

John stepped back to admire the view. The tantalizing peek turned him on more than simply seeing her without her shirt on. He let out a long breath. "Damn."

Jane frowned. "W-What? I barely did anything."

He laughed and crossed his arms. "Okay," he said with a mischievous smile, "Then do something."

She huffed. Oh, I'll do something, alright. Her heart was hammering in her chest and her skin felt feverish. The growing warmth within her made her want to tear the clothes off faster. She needed to finish getting naked so she could start clawing his clothes off next. Her panties were already wet with her anticipation. Her glare turned sultry and she gave him a wicked smile as she started to pull her shirt off.

He held out a hand. "No, wait. Leave it on for now. Pants next."

She let go of her shirt and put her hands on her hips. "Am I the one stripping, or are you stripping me?"

He laughed. "A bit of both?"

She smiled nervously and shook her head. Hooking her fingers into her waistband, she tugged her pants down past her hips, revealing the edge of her black panties. She bit her lip. He better be enjoying this show. She studied his face as her pants fell down past her knees and finally bunched at her ankles.

He took a shaky breath, feeling hot and light headed. Lacy panties peeked out from below the hem of her shirt. His eyes devoured every tease of creamy skin that was laid bare. This was taking too long, but also not long enough. His fists were clenched, resisting the urge to reach out and finish the job himself. He took a moment to relax and refocus on her face, but her expression was intense. Hungry. She looked like she was ready to pounce on him. "Good. Now the shirt..."

She kicked the pants aside. In the open air, she could feel just how soaking wet she had become. In a few moments, it might start dripping down her thighs.

Her gaze drifted from his face down to his clenched fists, and finally to his crotch. His jeans were straining to contain him. A satisfied grin played on her lips. Emboldened, she embraced the show she was putting on. He was always so frustratingly cool and composed. She wanted to see him lose control for once and take what he wanted.

"Yes, sir," she said with a sultry smile. She stepped towards him, tilting her hips. She slowly slipped her shirt off one of her shoulders. Tilting her hips the other way, she repeated her move and slid the shirt off her other shoulder. It slid down her back, only held up by her forearms. Lowering her arms, the shirt slipped the rest of the way to the floor. The matching set of lacy black underwear were a stark contrast to the glow of her flushed skin in the dim light. She licked her lips, basking in his gaze. Daring him to step closer.

"God, you're so fucking hot," he breathed.

She stepped towards him again, a shiver running down her spine. "Yeah?" she whispered, "What do you want to do to me?" Her fiery lust had burned away any lingering inhibitions. Nothing felt real anymore, so anything was possible. Consequences didn't matter in this fantasy. Reaching behind her back, she squeezed the clasp of her bra. With a soft click, it slipped loose, grazing her hard nipples.

His eyes widened as the bra slipped down her arms and onto the floor. Her breasts begged to be touched, to have his mouth on them. His mind was on fire, unable to think of words to describe his desire. There was nothing except her body, and a raging impulse to claim it.

She took another step towards him, breathing hard. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties and she started sliding them down her soft thighs. Sticky wetness strung between the damp fabric and her slit. "Please," she begged, "I want you to feel how fucking wet I am."

John finally took a step forward himself. He caressed and held her hip. Watching her face, he dragged his fingers down her stomach, past her belly button. He could feel the heat radiating from her as his fingertips gently traced over the smooth valley between her hips.

EEEEEEE! The smoke detector shrieked.

Startled, she spun and noticed smoking billowing from the pot. Son of a bitch! She pulled her panties back up and rushed to the stove, fanning smoke out of the way.

He grit his teeth as the alarm pierced his ears. Why can't I get a fucking break... He located the smoke detector and dragged a chair below it. Climbing up, he managed to reach it to silence the alarm.

She grabbed the pot and yelped as the handle scalded her hand. She hissed, "Ow! Piece of fucking shit, god damn it!" She wrapped a hand-towel around the pot's handles and brought it to the sink.

Startled by her yell, he twisted to see if she was okay. The chair tilted. Losing his balance, he toppled to the floor with a crash and yelped. He hobbled back to his feet and rushed over to her. "Are you okay?" he said through gritted teeth, "Let me see your hand."

She clenched her jaw. The pain from the burn wasn't nearly as infuriating as what had just been interrupted. She offered him her hand. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Are you okay? That looked like it hurt."

He opened the faucet and held her burn under the cool stream of water. "Yeah, I think so. Just a bruise."

They stared at each other as the adrenaline faded and started giggling. Their hot and heavy mood had been replaced with burns and bruises.

"Pizza?" John asked.

"Pizza," Jane agreed.

Chapter 7 - Shifting Gears

TREES WHIPPED past the car's windows as Jane drove them down a winding forest road. The engine purred, massaging the tense silence between them.

They woke in the early morning, carefully dancing around what had happened the night before. John had planned to visit Jane's favourite hiking trail and they were sticking to the itinerary.

That night had ended with fresh pizza, nursed wounds, and a quiet, unsatisfied hunger. They had teetered close to the edge of something wild and unknown. It was only a matter of time before one of them drove them off that cliff. This was now a game of charged looks, soft touches, and daring smirks. Prodding each other to cross the line first in a sultry game of chicken.

A game that Jane promptly forgot once they started driving through the curvy woodland roads.

She beamed. "I'm so glad I can show you the trail! It's ten kilometres long and there's multiple paths we can take!"

John's eyes were glued to her. She glowed with excitement as she spoke about the plants and animals in the area. Her fascination was mesmerizing.

However, he kept getting distracted by her questionable choice of outfit. A thin black choker ran across her throat, interrupting his gaze every time his eyes wandered from her face. A form-fitting white crop-top plunged down her neckline, drawing his eyes further down. Her exposed porcelain midriff was a trail of eye-candy leading him down to the red plaid pleated skirt that only flowed half way to her knees. That was certainly not part of a lumberjack's wardrobe.

She was two pom-poms away from leading a cheer. It was an outfit designed to draw attention, not a hike in the woods. Even distracted, her body was playing the game for her, luring him to that cliff's edge.

Her skirt had hitched up, exposing a tantalizing stretch of naked thigh, reaching all the way up to the crook of her hip. The image of her dragging her panties down her creamy skin flashed through his mind like an electric shock. His body flushed with heat. He wanted to focus on her words, but her thigh was too distracting. He needed to put their unspoken game aside and share in her excitement.

He blinked. It had been a long time since he had felt like this. Felt anything. He had been numb for years in a doomed relationship. After things had ended, he spent months in isolation before realizing what was wrong. He had forgotten what it was like to want something. But Jane's laugh was a splash of colour on a gray canvas. Her excitement burned through his sluggish fog. She was vibrant and infectious. He had finally started to feel alive again.

Fuck it, he thought, reaching over the center console. His knuckles grazed her soft inner thigh as he tugged her skirt back into place. He leaned back and stared at the road ahead, as if nothing had happened.

"... and that's just the inner trail loop, then there's-" She gasped and twitched, her voice failing her. Her eyes widened, glancing down at her lap before refocusing on the road ahead. His touch had coursed up her thigh like lightning. The steering wheel creaked in her grip. Memories of the night before crashed through her train of thought.

She shifted her hips as warmth bloomed within her. Did she really strip for him? That was nothing like her. She would believe it was a wild dream if the burn on her hand didn't still sting.

But now she knew what she was capable of. And she knew he truly wanted her. Things that seemed risque before now felt easy. Inevitable. Like choosing to wear a revealing top and loose skirt for a hike.

She cleared her throat and kept her eyes on the road. Holding the steering wheel steady, she used her other hand to lift the hem of her skirt. Letting go, it bunched up on her hip again. "Oops," she said with a coy smile.

The morning sun weaved through the trees, lighting her pale thigh like a flashing beacon. Calling to him. Irresistible.

The game was back on.

He leaned deeper into his seat, the chair leather creaking. Staring straight ahead, he slowly reached over the center console. As his fingers drew closer to her, they trembled with a mix of anxiety and excitement. He hovered over her thigh and held his breath. The goal was to tease her, but he was teasing himself more. Once he rested his fingertips on her soft skin, his hand steadied. Her leg tensed under his touch.

She took a deep breath and held it, her head tilting forward as she glowered at the road. Her competitive nature took over immediately. She fought to hide her excitement and dared him to continue. Her skin prickled with goosebumps at the thought of what the next move would be.

He lied with a calm smile, his heartbeat hammering in his chest. The softness of her skin was intoxicating. With a single finger, he traced circles on her. Slowly. Each circle looping higher on her thigh.

A soft moan escaped her lips against her will. She clenched her jaw. Focus. This was a game she wanted to win. He needed to go further. To lose control. There had to be no way back.

Her moan ran down his spine and he grew harder against his jeans. His breath quickened, but his fingers continued their lazy path unperturbed, like his mind had separated from his body. There was only the soft skin under his fingertips and the growing heat radiating from between her legs as his hand inched higher.

Her eyelashes fluttered. The creases in the steering wheel dug into her desperate grip. Hurry up and touch me already! You're right there!

The edges of her panties were smooth as he grazed them. He paused and held his breath. This was the boundary of their relationship made physical. Crossing this line was the point of no return. He let out a soft breath and traced along the stitching, feeling heat roll off of her. Her hips betrayed her carefully neutral expression with tiny electric twitches as his fingers roamed. He watched her face out of the corner of his eye. Was this the right moment for something like this? Wasn't this a big deal that deserved a proper setting? A proper discussion?

She felt him hesitate.

Not this time.

Forget winning.

Forget the game.

Forget fucking boundaries.

She glared at him out of the corner of her eye and then noticed the outline of his stiff shaft along the thigh of his jeans. What he needed was some motivation. She wrenched one hand free from the steering wheel and wrapped her fingers around his bulge.

Startled, he jerked upright in his seat. "Holy shit!" He grabbed her thigh in surprise, his nails digging into her. This didn't feel like the game anymore. He stared at her, uncertain.

She relaxed her grip and lightly dragged her fingers along his length, eliciting a deep groan from him. She continued watching the road ahead as she smiled.

Good.

His breathing was ragged. He bit his lip and released his grip on her leg. His hips tilted towards her teasing fingers. A damp spot made it through layers of fabric at the tip of his shaft. His body was begging for more. He slipped his fingertips just under the edge of her panties and caressed the indent on her skin left by the fabric.

Jane stroked him harder and faster through the rough fabric. He was taking too long.

She was on fire.

She bit her lip, and tilted her hips to slide against his hand. "Please... Please just fucking do it." She needed him. More than she needed to breathe.

John exhaled shakily and finally slipped his knuckles under the fabric. His fingers slid along her silky lips and were immediately soaked. "Oh fuck. You're so fucking wet," he breathed.

"Mmm, yes!" she moaned loudly. Moving her hand off of his pants, she gripped his forearm. Her nails dug into him as she rocked her hips against his slick hand. A deep, shuddering breath escaped her as one of his warm fingers slipped inside of her. Her eyes started to close before snapping open with alarm. Fuck, I'm still driving.

She pressed on the brakes, slowing the car more suddenly than she intended. Her momentum slid her forward in her seat, slipping his finger deeper inside of her. She gasped and desperately pulled the car over.

He curled his finger and pressed into her from the inside, making her squirm. When the car came to a stop, he pulled his finger out and started teasing her clit in tight circles.

The steering wheel abandoned, she gripped his arm with both hands, her mind blissfully blank. Her whole world was reduced to his fingers playing with her.

He grinned as she took control of his arm, her moans growing louder. She was using his fingers as her personal sex toy and he was enjoying every moment. He drew close to her ear in between her moans.

"Cum for me."

Her eyes widened and then rolled. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she choked out, losing control of her hips. Her nails dug into his arm. Her mouth hung open and her face scrunched as she let out squeaks of mindless pleasure. Her body tensed, shuddered, and then melted back into her seat. She let go of his arm and covered her face. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath.

He let out a satisfied sigh and then chuckled.

She took a deep breath and then giggled alongside him.

Withdrawing his hand, he looked at her juices coating his fingers. He rubbed his fingers together, watching her cum string between them.

She blushed. "One sec, I have some tissues around here-"

He put his fingers into his mouth. "Mmm, you're delicious."

Her eyes widened. "God, that's so fucking hot." Her gaze shot to his lap. We're not done yet.

She leaned over the center console, but her seatbelt held her back. With a frustrated grunt, she stabbed at the release and threw the seatbelt aside. Now freed, she ravenously tore open his belt buckle.

"Woah," he yelped, raising his arms out of her way.

She ripped open his pants and plunged her hand into them, wrapping her fingers around his stiff cock.

He gasped and squirmed as she tugged it free. "Oh... fuck." The air in the car felt cool, making her grip feel even hotter. The sensation was overwhelming. He closed his eyes, and clenched his fists.

She stared at his cock and bit her lip. It was finally hers. Stroking his shaft, she luxuriated in the feel of his soft, taught skin. His body tensed, his hips thrusting towards her, yearning for more of her. A fresh bead of precum glistened on his tip and was about to spill over. She licked her lips and applied some more pressure in her stroke.

She suddenly loosened her grip with a hiss. "Ah, shit, my burn..."

His eyes shot open and he looked at her with concern. "No- No, it's okay, you don't have to-"

She turned her head, inches from his face, and glared into his eyes. "Shut the fuck up," she growled. Tilting his cock towards her, she leaned down and took him into her mouth.

His lips moved soundlessly. He tilted forward over her head, hands braced on the dashboard. Her mouth was molten, and he was melting onto her tongue. A loud moan ripped from his throat.

She closed her eyes, savouring the taste of his precum. Her tongue curled around his shaft as her head bobbed. His musk was intoxicating. Normally these tastes and scents were bearable, but worth the effort. With John, they were delicious. Addictive. She needed more.

He leaned back and clutched the handle above his door. His head swam as he watched the back of her head move. This was better than any fantasy.

Her lips sucked and popped as she slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth. She swallowed a mix of precum and saliva, inhaled deeply, and then dove back down, taking him deeper.

His legs shook and he doubled over again. "Holy shit-Oh fuck" His heart raced as the pressure mounted within him. "That feels so fucking good, don't stop," he whispered breathlessly.

Her body tensed as she gagged on him, her mind filled with his cock. She teased him, slowing down. If he wanted to cum, she'd make him take control. Blindly reaching out, she found his arm braced against the dash. Grabbing his wrist, she guided his hand onto the back of her head. She stopped moving and waited, his cock throbbing against her hot tongue. She stared at him out of the corner of her eye, daring him to use her.

He ran his fingers through her hair before grabbing a fistfull. He tensed as her moan rippled through him. His head lolled back against his seat. He was so close, but he didn't know if he wanted this dream to end just yet. He gently pushed her head down on his cock, her mouth and throat melting away, taking him deep. His hips jerked to meet her lips. He groaned, delirious.

The sound of another car slowing down cut through the wet sounds of her mouth and throat gripping him. He opened his eyes and saw movement in the rear-view mirror. A small pickup truck pulled up a dozen meters behind them.

Fuck.

He let go of her hair and whispered urgently, "You have to stop!"

She ignored him and drilled his cock into her mouth herself, her nose pressing into his thigh. Her eyes watered.

"Ohh fuck!" he groaned loudly as he dug his nails into her back.

No, he had to stop this.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, unsheathing his glistening cock from her tight throat. He peered into her face and couldn't help but grin at her confused frustration.

She frowned as she wiped the stringing drool from her lips and chin. "I wasn't done!"

"Oh trust me, I know," he said, with a tense laugh. Pointing behind them, he said, "But we've got company."

Her eyes widened and she whipped to look out of the rear window. A middle-aged man wearing sunglasses had stepped out of his truck and was craning his neck to look into their car. He started walking towards them.

John winced as he stuffed his rigid wet cock back into his pants. He tugged his shirt to cover the mess of drool she had left in his lap.

Jane smoothed her hair and tugged her skirt back into place. Grabbing her rear-view mirror, she checked her face and wiped her eyes. "The hell does this guy want?" she grumbled.

John chuckled. "He saw a random car pulled over on a forest road. Probably wants to see if we're okay."

She huffed, sliding down in her seat. "I was more than okay before he showed up..."

The man stopped in front of the driver-side window and noticed them inside. He waved.

Jane put on her friendliest mask and rolled down the window with a smile. "Hi sir! How can we help you?"

He raised his eyebrows and returned a puzzled smile. "I was gonna ask you that! What're you doin' on the shoulder on a road like this?"

John leaned towards the window. "Thanks for the concern, sir. We're just taking a quick rest on our way to the trail."

He tilted his head, peeking at the two of them. "Alright then. You're not far off. Go on another five minutes and rest in the parkin' lot. Better than sittin' on this road."

Jane's eye twitched, but she nodded politely. "You're totally right. We'll be on our way."

He smiled and nodded back. "Alright, take care!"

Jane rolled up the window and glared into the side-mirror as the man walked back to his truck. She gripped the steering wheel, leaning forward to rest her head on it. "Damn it," she said with a sigh.

John smiled and gave her shoulder a squeeze. "It's fine. Let's get to the trail."

She shot him a scathing look. She could still taste his precum on the back of her tongue. Felt the ache of his cock stretching her throat.

She wanted all of him.

Every drop of him.

And she would get it.

She clipped in her seatbelt and muttered under her breath, "We're not even."

Chapter 8 - Dryad's Thirst

DRY TWIGS snapped under John's shoes as they walked along the trail. He closed his eyes, enjoying the early morning birdsong weaving through rustling leaves. The sounds of nature were soothing after leaving the sultry heat of the car behind.

Jane stuck to him like glue, linking her arm through his. He playfully nudged her away and she would bounce back into him like a spring.

She peered into the forest on both sides of the trail and glanced behind them. It was a quiet morning with no one else around. She subtly ran her nails up his thigh, grazing his crotch.

He shook his head, still flustered. Hopefully this would be a quick hike and then they could head home to finish what they had started.

"Behave yourself, temptress," he hissed with a wry smile.

She laughed and let go of his arm to skip ahead, pausing a few feet in front of him. She needed him to be even more flustered for this hike to go the way she wanted it to. She turned her head to look back at him with a sly grin. The hem of her skirt crumpled and rose as she slid her hands up her thighs to hook her fingers into the waistband of her panties.

He gawked as she bent over.

She slowly dragged her red panties down past her knees, letting them fall to the ground. Watching his face, she savoured his delicious expression. She snatched the panties off the ground to dangle the damp fabric from her finger.

"How can I behave myself when you do this to me?" She balled them up and threw them at his chest.

He caught them, the heat from her body still fading from the wet fabric. She'd lost her mind. They were in public! But... that was also incredibly hot. His cock stiffened against his jeans. Her teasing was getting out of hand. Couldn't she behave herself until they got home?

She beckoned with a smile as she backed away along the trail. "Come on, I know the best spots."

He ran his fingers through his hair and gave it a light tug. This hike couldn't possibly be quick enough. He stuffed her panties into his pocket with a sigh and jogged to catch up.

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THEIR FOOTSTEPS crunched on the gravel trail in a steady rhythm.

John glanced at her hips as the loose skirt flowed around her thighs with each step, painfully aware that she was wearing nothing beneath it. He remembered her warmth enveloping his fingers. The taste of her. How could he enjoy the forest views when there was only one thing on his mind?

As they walked deeper along the trail, the manicured path faded away to roughly compacted dirt.

Jane studied him out of the corner of her eye. His eyes kept darting from the trees to her skirt. She smiled and bit her lip. He was about to be much more distracted. She drifted closer to him and let her hand run up his thigh as if by accident, rubbing against his hard cock.

John groaned. "Jane, this is so unfair..."

"Then let's make it fair," she said, her eyes flashing mischievously.

"What-"

She grabbed his hand and pulled him off the trail, tramping through the underbrush. "I want to show you my secret spot," she said, pushing some low hanging branches out of their path.

"... Oh," he said hesitantly as he followed. A secret secluded spot in the forest? Maybe there wasn't a rush to get home...

The forest grew dense as they worked their way further from the trail. Logs and boulders turned their path into an obstacle course. Jane raised her knees high at every opportunity, flipping her skirt aside to flash her bare ass at him.

Each tantalizing display made it harder for him to keep up with her. His cock strained uncomfortably in his jeans. This had gone from teasing to torture.

She turned to face him, continuing to walk backwards. "It's just up ahead, no one ever comes- Ahh!" A root caught her shoe. Her hands shot out, desperately reaching for something to stop her fall.

John was there in an instant. He grabbed her by her flailing wrist and pulled her against him.

Jane leaned on him and laughed with relief. "Oh man, that would have sucked. Thanks for..." She felt his shaft digging into her thigh. She smirked and ran a hand down his body to grab at him. "Thanks for saving me," she breathed into his ear, "How should I repay you?"

That was it.

This game had gone on long enough. He slid his hands up her skirt, fingers sinking into her ass as he grabbed her roughly. "I wanted to be responsible and wait until we got back to your place, but you've been a tease since we got here," he growled into her ear, "You need to be punished."

She gasped, leaning back to look at him. His steely gaze bore into her and she shivered, pressing her face into his chest. "Yes," she whispered, nodding desperately, "Punish me." Her fingers fumbled as she blindly tried to work his belt open.

He grabbed her wrists and pulled them away. "What are you doing?" He smirked. "Giving you what you want wouldn't be a punishment, would it?"

She flushed and glanced down at her restrained wrists. "Wait, what do you-"

He walked her backwards until her shoulders were pressed against a tree. Her white top snagged and stained against the rough bark.

He watched Jane's eyes widen with a mixture of surprise and lust. It was intoxicating. For years, he had made himself small, ignored his own needs. Here, he was in control. Over himself. Over this woman gazing at him with pure desire. As if he was the only thing that mattered to her. He felt powerful. He finally knew what he wanted. He wanted to drive her as wild as she drove him.

Stepping in close, he slid his thigh against her crotch. "It'll be a fun punishment," he murmured into her ear, "Promise." Still holding her wrists captive, he knelt down in front of her.

Her eyes widened and she tugged against his grip. "Wait- Hold on," she whined, "I'm supposed to owe you!"

He ignored her and brushed his lips along her inner thigh.

She whimpered and squirmed, his hot breath sending a shiver up her spine. A flush of heat bloomed within her and she was instantly drenched with anticipation.

He nipped her thigh lightly and smiled as she twitched. Continuing to nip up her leg, his head disappeared underneath her skirt.

She gasped and shakily whispered, "Ah- fuck..." Her legs opened wider of their own volition as his mouth travelled higher.

Now inches from the crook of her thigh, he could feel her heat on his face. He paused with his lips on her skin, eyes closed, breathing in her musk. He looked up. The skirt let in just enough dim reddish light for him to see her glistening pussy begging for his tongue. Her juices had beaded and a trail had started to roll down her thigh. He grinned. Her body was craving him. She tried to move her arms, but he tightened his grip on her wrists. He needed to punish her properly.

She moaned and leaned her head back against the tree as his tongue touched her skin. Her legs shook. His tongue trailed higher, tracing the path of her dripping juices. She strained against his firm grip, not to free herself, but to revel in the restraint. This was a side of him she'd never seen before and it was fantastic.

He paused at the top of her thigh, drawing his tongue back into his mouth to savour her. Fuck, how does she taste this good? Resting his cheek on her leg, he sighed against her wet slit.

His breath tickled her, making her legs shake even harder. She arched her back to tilt her hips away, continuing her mock resistance.

He chuckled. She wasn't going to get out of this that easily. He dragged the tip of his tongue along her soaked slit, up and over her clit. Pressing his lips against her, he swallowed, drinking her in. He moaned into her.

She melted onto his tongue, her own abrupt moan piercing through the still forest air. She couldn't cover her mouth with her wrists restrained, so she whimpered and clamped her jaw shut. His beard was rough against her thighs, a stark contrast to his silky tongue. She wanted more of his tongue. She needed it inside her. Her resistance crumbled away, her hips tilting back towards him. Her arms went limp as she pictured his face at work under her skirt. She gasped, her breath hitching as he sucked on her clit. Her eyelashes fluttered as her thoughts washed away in a wave of pleasure.

He released her clit with a kiss and then circled it with his tongue. Frustration at his own delayed gratification smouldered in the back of his mind, but he was thoroughly enjoying teasing her. With her hips now tilted towards him, he was able to shift down and slip his tongue inside of her. Her shudder rippled through his jaw as he probed her tight pussy.

Through her panting, she begged, "Fuck... Please- I need to cover my mouth!" They were well out of sight, but someone on the trail might still be able to hear her less contained moans.

He dragged his tongue along her slit before drawing away, a string of saliva and juices keeping his tongue connected to her for a brief moment. He chuckled and worked his head out from under her skirt. "Sorry, but you're under arrest until I'm done with you." He brought her wrists together and held them in one hand. Standing up, he pinned them above her head against the rough bark of the tree. "Good thing you gave me these." He used his free hand to pull her soaked panties out of his pocket. "Open your mouth."

She glanced between the balled up fabric and his eyes, stunned. Like the night before, he was commanding, but only if she was willing to be commanded.

And she fucking loved it.

She obeyed, staring into his eyes as she opened her mouth.

He gently caressed her opened lips with his thumb before sliding it into her mouth, over her tongue, hooking it onto her lower teeth to open her jaw wider.

She shuddered and let out a soft moan.

He stuffed the panties into her mouth. "That's a good girl."

Her lashes fluttered and her knees weakened. She bit down on the slick fabric, tasting herself. Before she could finish processing what had just happened, he kneeled onto the dirt and held her wrists hostage once more.

He deftly slipped his head back under her skirt, ready to devour her. He kissed her clit before flickering his tongue against it. His mouth clamped onto her as his tongue continued to dance.

Her desperate yelp was mostly muffled by the fabric in her mouth. Her hands clawed helplessly at her sides, repeatedly balling into fists and then releasing. She was light-headed, her hips jerking into him as she got closer to her climax. Her muffled moans grew louder and she gave up on trying to be quiet, desperate for this delicious punishment to end. She tried to speak to urge him on as she teetered on the edge, but she was unintelligible.

She spat out the wadded panties and grunted, "Fuck... Fuck- I'm going to- I'm cumming!"

He finally released her wrists and grabbed her hips, pinning her ass against the tree, his mouth buried between her thighs.

Her body tensed and she plunged her hands into his thick hair, shoving his face into her even harder. The rising wave crashed. Her moans echoed through the trees as she bucked into his mouth and tongue. Her mind was blank and her voice caught in her throat as the searing hot orgasm ripped through her.

He felt her pussy clenching against his lips and he continued to lick, suck, and tease at her while she rutted against his face. Her taught body writhed for longer than he expected. The waves of her orgasm felt endless.

Finally spent, she gasped and her knees gave out. She slid down the rough bark of the tree, tearing and smudging her top.

He pulled her towards him and gently lowered her to the ground.

She laid on the dirt, panting and glaring. The frustration of having her plans usurped quickly dissolved into a fit of giggles.

He sat down and laughed with her. Using his sleeve, he wiped her juices out of his beard. "I guess you enjoyed your punishment after all."

"Bastard..." She blushed and covered her face. "Now I owe you twice."

--

A TWIG snapped and a bush rustled. Startled, they both spun towards the sound. A fox slipped by before bolting deeper into the forest.

John sighed, his heart racing. Jane had been pretty vocal. Their secret spot might not be a secret anymore. "So... maybe we should just head back-"

She tackled him, pinning him into the dirt. Straddling him, she held his shoulders down. Her nose grazed his as she glared into his eyes. "Don't you fucking dare. You stole my turn. Now shut the fuck up and don't move."

His eyes widened and he raised his hands.

She sat up on his thighs, her skirt askew and bunched on his legs. She tore open his pants. Tugging his waistband down, she freed his stiff cock and held it with a satisfied sigh. At this point, she didn't care if anyone saw them.

Let the nosy fuckers watch her drain him dry.

John tensed in her grip. She ran her tongue along his shaft and any worries of curious hikers vanished from his mind. He let his head fall back to the ground with a groan.

She gently ran her fingers along his length, enjoying its solid warmth. Applying some pressure, she squeezed out a bead of his precum and licked it off the tip. She sighed softly. Everything about him was delicious. His skin. His sweat. His cum. She was already addicted to his taste and she needed more.

He lifted his head to watch her work, his mouth hanging open, panting. His legs tensed and his eyes rolled as she sent shockwaves of pleasure through him.

She paused and grinned as he squirmed under her. Now he was her plaything. She pursed her lips around the head of his cock and slowly sucked it into her mouth, twirling her tongue around it. He tried to raise his hips towards her, but she held his body down with her hand. She was in charge and they were going to go at her pace. She was going to build him up before she knocked him down.

John clawed at the dirt and leaves. "Oh fuck! Your mouth feels so good," he groaned.

She pulled him out of her mouth and smirked. Maybe she'd give him a treat. Without breaking eye contact, she slid his cock back into her mouth, going deeper until it reached the back of her throat. She let go of his hips and he immediately raised them, pushing the head of his shaft past the barrier of her throat. Her eyelashes fluttered and her back arched as she choked. She leaned forward and pushed her face down against him until his hips met the ground again. His cock was fully sheathed in her throat and she pinned him to the dirt, staring fiercely into his eyes as tears welled in hers.

His hips rammed against her lips, beyond his control. He gripped her shoulder with one hand and tangled the other in her hair. Shocked laughter escaped him. "Fuck, Jane," he moaned, "Your throat is so tight. You're so fucking hot."

Reaching her limit, she slid him back out of her mouth, drool stringing from her messy lips to his wet cock. Blinking away her tears, she basked in the expression on his face. Hunger. Ecstasy. Awe. Fuck, how is he so hot and cute at the same time? Her plans tumbled from her mind.

She needed to stop playing with her food.

Once she caught her breath, she licked along the underside of his shaft. Keeping one hand on his cock, she slid the other between her legs. Her fingers were soaked in her juices and his saliva. She shuddered and leaned towards him to growl, "I want you to fuck my face."

His eyes widened. They had started that in the car, but hearing her say it so bluntly was... Intense. On top of that, she was playing with herself. His body ached with desire. With a need for release.

She took the head of his cock into her mouth and stared up at him, challenging him to take control.

His legs shook. Her mouth was so hot compared to the cool forest air. His fingers combed through her hair as he grasped her head and pressed her down. She slowly descended under his guidance, taking him deeper into her hot mouth and wet throat, inch by inch.

The rustle of leaves and birdsong faded away. There was only his ragged breath filling his ears. Her scalding tightness gripping his cock. The sounds of her throat as she struggled to force the entire length of his thick cock inside of her. Overwhelmed, his eyes started to close, but he forced them back open. He didn't want to miss a moment of this.

Her eyes rolled and dark tears ran through her mascara and down her cheeks as his stiff cock stretched her throat. She focused on staying relaxed as he started to thrust into her while she teased her clit. She had been dreaming of this for years. She needed to taste his cum.

He moaned with every plunge, her wet gurgles and moans rushing him towards his climax. Her throat was the perfect fuck toy. He thrusted his hips in rhythm with his hands moving her head to fuck her face even faster. The morning's pent up pressure suddenly overflowed and his cock swelled inside of her. "Fuck, I'm cumming!" he choked out. His back arched, thrusting his hips up to slam his cock deep into her throat. He felt her body tense on his legs, his climax spurring her own. Knowing that she was cumming magnified his own orgasm, intertwining them in an endless feedback loop of heightening pleasure.

She pulled up against his grip, urgently sliding his cock out of her throat and mouth as her own orgasm spiraled out of control. His hot, thick load splashed across her cheek and neck, dripping onto her shirt. A single thought tore through her overwhelming haze of pleasure.

Don't waste his fucking cum.

With a shaky hand, she desperately shoved his cock back into her mouth, moaning through her nose, her greedy eyes boring into his. Her body jerked with waves of pleasure, amplified again by the taste of his cum as his cock throbbed and spurted on to her tongue.

"Oh fuck," he said, his hips lowering back to the ground as his climax ebbed away.

She followed him down, keeping his cock in her mouth. Carefully stroking his shaft with her hand, she squeezed out the last dregs of his cum onto her tongue. His body twitched, making her moan and giggle with wicked delight. Her tongue darted around the head and slit of his cock and she sucked him clean with a wet pop. She sighed with contentment, her mouth full. He tastes so fucking good... She made sure he watched as she swallowed.

His body went limp. He laughed in between breaths. "Holy shit. You're incredible."

She crawled up next to him and collapsed, her own chest heaving. She laughed alongside him. "Look who's talking. I still owe you for eating my pussy against that fucking tree."

His eyes widened and he grinned. "Fuck. I like that dirty mouth of yours."

She raised an eyebrow and smiled slyly. Using her thumb, she scraped his cum off her cheek and sucked it off her thumb. "I'll bet you do."

He raised his eyebrows. "You're so fucking hot..."

She licked her lips and grinned.

He chuckled and shook his head. "You know, you don't have to owe me anything. I'd say that was worth two."

Her smile faded. "Did you want us to be... even?" she asked hesitantly.

He laid in thoughtful silence, listening to birds singing in the distance, the leaves rustling. Sunlight was dappled across them like a hazy blanket. This was not how he had expected this trip to go. This was supposed to be a calm vacation with a lifelong friend.

He had spent too many years stuck in indecision, numb to his desires. That part of him, that had been chained down and neglected, was finally free. Jane had helped free him. Whatever they were doing right now, it felt good. It felt right. He was present and happy to his core. He wanted more of this.

He caressed her arm and smiled.

"No. I don't want us to be even."

Chapter 9 - Room Service

JANE'S CAR pinged as the engine cooled. It sat parked at a haphazard angle in her driveway, the doors hanging open, forgotten.

The house's unlatched door creaked as a breeze followed after them. Muddy shoes lay scattered in the entrance. Jane's ragged white top and skirt were thrown across the floor. John's clothes continued the breadcrumb trail leading down the hallway to the bedroom.

But they never made it that far.

Framed photos and art rattled as John lifted Jane, slamming her against the hallway wall. He cupped her ass firmly and pinned her body against the wall with his hips. She hugged his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, making sure he couldn't escape even if he wanted to.

Their hike through the forest had been short, their banter friendly after appeasing their hunger. However, Jane's dirt and cum stained top was too obvious for them to take the public trail, so they continued creeping through the brush. They snuck back to the car, grabbing and growling at each other, the risk of being caught reigniting their lust.

The morning had only been an appetizer.

John grunted, sliding his hard cock along the dripping slit of Jane's searing hot pussy. He paused and rested his head against her collar. His mess of hair fell forward like a dark curtain, shrouding his face as he caught his breath. The intensity of their tightly tangled bodies made it hard to think.

Jane panted, her body feverish. "Fuck, you feel good," she breathed into his ear. Shifting her hips, she slid her wet pussy along his shaft, lubing him up. Her mind was in a feral haze, unable to focus on anything other than the intoxicating sensations of each passing moment.

Her bare back pressing against the cool wall.

His fingers digging into her ass.

His stiff cock an inch away from slipping inside of her.

Her moans came out in choked gasps as she inched her way towards her climax. Rubbing her clit along his shaft, her hips jerked with growing urgency.

His arms flexed as he lifted her ass higher, shoving her up against the wall. Her juices strung from her swollen lips to his cock as he pushed her away.               She whimpered and dug her nails into his back. "Damn it," she whined into his mess of hair, "I was going to cum!"

He nipped her ear and teased, "You'll get to." His voice lowered, "But I want to feel your pussy clench around my cock when you do."

"Oh, fuck," she gasped, the thought driving her even closer to the edge. Reaching down between them, she desperately grabbed his cock, angling him into her drenched cunt.

He groaned, the wet heat of her pussy slowly enveloping the head of his shaft. The last boundary was shattered in an instant. He was inside of her, and it felt better than he had imagined. "Holy shit, you're so tight!" he grunted.

Her hot juices trickled down his shaft as he lowered her back down, slowly sliding into her. His abs tensed. The impulse to ram into her was overwhelming. She tightened around him as he continued to slip into her, urging him to give in to his temptation. Her eyes rolled as she fought to hold onto the edge of her climax.

He swelled inside of her and she clenched in response, savoring every hot, wet inch. Finally, the entire length of his cock was buried inside of her and they both moaned in unison as their hips met.

"Okay," he growled, still panting, "Now you can cum."

She fell over the edge.

Her nails scratched red lines into his back. Legs locked around him, trembling. Her hips jerked, rubbing his cock against the perfect spot. Her moans echoed down the hallway.

"Oh, fuck," he choked out.

Her cunt pulsed, clenching over and over again, sucking him closer to his own climax. Everything about her was pure sex, flooding his mind with pleasure.

The smell of her hair and sweat.

Her body writhing against his.

The wet heat and pulsing tightness swallowing his cock.

One thoughtless move and he would be joining her. That would end things too soon. He craved more of this. More of her. He needed a moment to recover.

The waves of pleasure faded and a manic grin spread across Jane's face. She dropped her head onto his shoulder, catching her breath.

John felt her tense as he slid most of the way out of her and paused. Several seconds passed while he tried to pull himself back from the edge.

Before she could ask if he was alright, he slid his full length back into her. Gasping, she clutched at him, her nails digging into his shoulders. The sudden thrust into her sensitive cunt sent her mind reeling. Her legs shook. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and wrenched his head to the side, sinking her teeth into his neck.

He moaned and shuddered. There was no more holding back. He gripped her ass, pulled out, and slammed back in, shaking the wall. He continued to ram into her, savouring the feeling of each thrust.

She grunted into his neck and released her bite. Leaning back against the wall, her head thumped against it. Breathless, she urged him on, "Yes! Fuck me harder!"

He didn't need to be told. He slammed into her with more force, the thump of their bodies rattling the light fixtures. His thoughts were drowning in the softness of her skin, the tightness of her slippery cunt. He fucked her with a primal need, surrendering to the churning rapids dragging him towards his climax.

Feeling his cock swelling inside of her and the growing urgency of his thrusts, she arched her back and tilted her hips to fit her hand between them. Her fingers found her clit. She teased herself towards the same edge she knew he was racing towards as he relentlessly pounded her. "Fuck- John!" Her voice shook from his thrusts. "Fucking fill me- With your cum!"

A switch flipped.

His groan turned into a roar as he slammed into her one more time. "Ohh fffffuck!"

His mind was a blur. Wait, is it actually safe to cum inside her? Or is she just being sexy? They hadn't had time to discuss any of this... He began to pull out despite every fiber of his being demanding that he stay buried in her hot pussy.

She locked her legs behind his waist and shoved him back into her aching cunt, forcing him to unload deep inside of her.

There were no more thoughts or worries. He pinned her hips against the wall with his, plunging himself as deep as he could reach. His cock throbbed, flooding her with his hot load.

She trembled and grunted, her own climax white-hot from being pumped full of his cum.

They moaned and cursed as they ground their hips into each other, covered in sweat. Their bodies were out of control, reveling in shared ecstasy.

John panted heavily as her pussy clenched through the waves of her climax, milking him dry. Leaning her against the wall, he gasped for breath. His arms and legs shook.

Jane's legs uncrossed and dangled, limp. She could barely hold onto his neck.

Together, they slid down the wall, a sweaty tangled mess laying on the cool wooden floor. Once they caught their breath, they began to giggle, sprawled on top of each other.

John stared at the ceiling, watching the light and shadows cast around the corners of the walls. There was no reservation, no anxiety. There was no depressing return to reality in the clarity after sex. No need to lie to himself. Everything felt... right. She had drained him dry, but he felt more full and satisfied than ever. He looked at Jane, a sweaty mess, eyes hidden beneath the crook of her elbow, grinning like a maniac, and he felt weightless.

She dragged herself up to lay on his shoulder and draped an arm over him, sighing with contentment. Her nails lightly scratched patterns through his chest hair.

Noticing his expression, she asked, "Everything okay?"              "Yes," he said with a grin, "Better than okay." And for the first time in years, he truly meant it.

"Okay," she said, poking his chest, "Well, for the record, that doesn't count as evening the score. That was for both of us..."

He laughed. "Guess so."

Her hand traveled down to his stomach, her nails tracing patterns through his fur. Then lower, past his hips, until she had his sticky, softening cock in her hand. She played with him, tenderly.

He groaned, nerves still raw from his intense orgasm. "I appreciate the- ah, attention, but I'll need a break."

Her hand slipped down further to caress his balls. She bit her lip and looked into his eyes, her gaze hopeful.

"How long of a break? I still want dessert."

--

A GENTLE breeze ruffled the lacy curtain in Jane's bedroom. The sheer fabric softened the bright afternoon sun, bathing the bed in a warm glow.

John laid on top of the sheets with Jane sprawled half across his naked body. She was dressed in nothing but her thin black choker. Their breath was soft and shallow as they dozed.

The curtains fluttered, and a ray of harsh sunlight flickered over John's face. He took a deep breath and squinted into the light before looking down at Jane. His gaze traced the outline of her soft pale skin, from her shoulder, to her arm, to her hand. She had fallen asleep holding on to his shaft, eager for the next round. He suppressed a chuckle, not wanting to jostle her. They had already satisfied a myriad of fantasies, what more could she possibly be craving? Something to settle their score? His imagination ran wild. He groaned softly, shifting his hips to slip out of her loose grip.

She took a deep breath and sighed, her fingers wrapping more firmly around his hardening cock. Even half asleep, she wasn't going to let him escape her insatiable hunger.

He smiled and caressed her cheek. "Hi Jane," he murmured into her ear, "Did you still want dessert?"

She groaned, gripping him tight. Rubbing her cheek against his chest, she mumbled, "Mmm, yes, Master."

They both froze.

Jane's eyes shot open and she pushed herself away from him. "Oh shit! Sorry, I didn't- I don't-" She kneaded the duvet anxiously, avoiding his eyes.

He propped himself up and studied her with a raised eyebrow, a grin slowly spreading across his face. This was a curious dynamic. He had never been with someone he trusted enough to explore it. But Jane was someone he trusted to her core. They always tried to do their best for each other. To give each other what they wanted.

And what she wanted was obvious.

"I see..." he said, his voice calm but coloured with intrigue. Teasing was one thing. Being a "Master" was beyond the limits of his experience. But he was willing to try it. For her.

He put on a persona that stretched his own personality to the extreme. The self-assured confidence. The desire for control. The audacity to command. It was an act rooted in reality.

He ran his fingers along her chin and raised her face to meet his gaze. "Only good girls get dessert," he said with deep, gravelly authority.

Her eyes widened, cheeks flushed. She stared back, not sure if she was still dreaming. Was he really going along with this?

He pressed through her stunned silence, "Do you want to be a good girl for me?"

She took a deep breath and slowly nodded. "Yes... Master?"

He smirked, the word sending a thrill through him. "Good. What do you want for dessert?"

She squirmed. "I- I want you-"

He smiled, but narrowed his eyes. What would a Master do in this situation? "No," he said, holding her chin, "Masters want."

His voice lowered to a growl, "Good girls beg."

Oh. Fuck. She closed her eyes and exhaled. This was better than her dream. She stared at him and licked her lips, fingers trailing down her neck, brushing over her choker.

"Please... Please cum down my throat, Master."

He clenched his fists and looked away for a moment. Holy shit. That's the hottest thing I've ever heard. It was one hell of a way to even their score. Her request was tempting to fulfill immediately, but a Master needed to make her work for it. He cleared his throat and regarded her with a cool expression. "You'll have to earn a dessert like that."

Her mind, normally a chaotic mess of thoughts and worries, was almost blissfully quiet. In this moment, there was only herself and her Master. There were no decisions to make. She only needed to do what she was told. There was nothing else to think about, because right now, this was her entire world. Right now, she belonged to him.

She sat up and nodded quietly. Obediently. Waiting to be instructed.

He beckoned her to come closer.

She crawled towards him.

His hand skimmed between her legs.

She gasped as he slid along her already wet slit, soaking his fingers before slipping one inside of her. Frozen in place, she grabbed his arm and stared at him, her mouth hanging open. She whimpered as he hooked his finger inside of her.

Pulling gently, he coaxed her back into motion, drawing her closer until their noses almost touched. He growled into her ear, "I want to feel that tight cunt around my cock."

Her voice shook as he slowly teased her clit with his thumb, "Y-Yes, Master."

He withdrew his hand to let her recover, but she didn't want to keep him waiting. Swinging her leg over him, she straddled his hips and shifted until his cock was right under her. She lowered herself, rubbing her dripping pussy against his shaft to lube him up. Panting, dizzy with excitement, she grabbed his cock and started sliding it into her. A soft moan escaped her lips.

John pressed his head back into the pillow as her warmth swallowed him. His whispered curse melted into a groan of pleasure.

They had barely started and she was already teetering on the edge. She held her breath as she slid further down, her legs quaking. Finally, she reached the base of his shaft, ass resting on his thighs, her tight cunt filled with his cock. She almost fell forward, but held herself up with a hand on his chest. Her fingers curled, grabbing a fistfull of his chest hair. A pent up moan burst from her as he flexed inside of her.

He needed a few seconds to focus. Commanding her to stop moving would have been an indirect submission. Instead, he gripped her hips and drove his cock deeper into her before holding her still with his own strength. A wordless command. He watched her eyes roll up and chuckled. "Good girl," he murmured, releasing her hips. "Now, use your Master's cock to make yourself cum."

"Ah!" she cried softly, savoring his command. "Yes, Master." There was nothing to do but obey. Her eyelashes fluttered as she rolled her hips, sliding him in and out of her.

He cupped her breast with one hand, caressing and pinching her hard nipple. His other hand slid between her thighs, his thumb rubbing her clit in time with her movement.

Her head lolled back, breathing ragged, on the cusp of a torrential orgasm.

The black choker across her neck drew his gaze. The thin dark fabric stood out in stark contrast to her pale skin. With her head tilted back, her neck looked vulnerable. Inviting. He had a feral urge to sink his teeth into her, but she was too far away. Instead, he slid his hand up from her chest and held her lightly by her throat.

Her head snapped forward, mouth hanging open, wild eyes burning into him.

"Fuck, yes! Please choke me, Master!"

Holy shit.

He tentatively squeezed her throat, her pulse racing past his fingers. Her hips bucked against his thumb and her cunt clenched around his cock as she came instantly. Leaning into his grip, she pressed his hand harder against her throat, gasping and shaking.

He bit his lip, watching her writhe on top of him. He wanted to burn this moment into his mind, into his body. He wanted to freeze this moment and live in it forever.

Jane's legs trembled as the raging pleasure ebbed.

John moved his hand from her throat to her shoulder as she caught her breath. When she tried to lay down on top of him, he held her up. His cock flexed inside of her, making her whimper and twitch. He propped himself up on his elbow to reach behind her head and grabbed a fistfull of her hair. With a smirk, he tugged her head back. "Ah ah, I didn't say you were done. You haven't earned your dessert yet."

Her eyes widened. "Y-Yes, Master," she whispered, "Please, teach me how to be a good whore for you."

His eyes flashed. God damn, she's filthier than I expected. He was speechless for a moment, staring at her with his lips parted, unsure how to respond. This was all new to him. Every time she escalated, he was scrambling to keep up. It was both terrifying and exhilarating. Their boundaries were blurry, but their trust in each other allowed them to probe the limits.

Taking a deep breath, he growled his command, "Touch yourself. Cum for me again."

She sighed softly as her hand trailed past her pert nipples, over her tensed stomach, and down between her legs. After everything they had done together that day, her clit was tender. But this was just another layer to the exquisite torture. Obeying her Master despite the discomfort was a pledge of devotion.

The moment her fingers found her slick clit, he shifted his hips beneath her, slowly thrusting his cock into her aching cunt. She gasped. Leaning forward, her hair strained against his grip. She dug her nails into his chest. He held her head back as he fucked her faster. The second orgasm snuck up on her. "Oh fffuuuuck!" she choked out.

He pulled her hair harder as he continued to thrust into her through her climax. She clenched, squeezing his cock as her body tensed and shook. The sensation pulled him closer to the edge than he expected. This was as far as he could go if he wanted to reward her with dessert. Releasing her hair, she finally collapsed onto his chest. He took a steadying breath as he ran his fingers through her hair and down her back

"Mmm, that's my good little whore," he whispered.

She whimpered with pleasure and involuntarily clenched around his cock again.

Surprised, he broke character and choked out a laugh. "Fuck! You have to stop doing that or you're going to make me cum."

She grinned into his neck, pausing to consider whether or not it would be worth it. She decided she still wanted her dessert. However, she couldn't help but give him a squeeze as she slid off of him.

His groan was a delicious treat.

--

THEY LAID next to each other, panting, slowly catching their breath.

Jane ran her fingers along John's slippery shaft, reminding his body that she wasn't done with him yet. She sighed. Touching his hard cock was intoxicating. "May I please have my reward, Master?"

He traced a lazy trail along her body with his fingertips, from her breast, down to her hip, across her stomach, and back up the middle of her chest.

He smiled, bemused. "What reward would that be?"

She shook her head. He was such a tease. She stared down at his cock in her hand. "Please-"

He narrowed his eyes. That wouldn't do. He tilted her face up towards him. "Look your Master in the eyes when you beg."

Her eyelashes fluttered and she gripped him tightly. Fuck. His dark eyes bored into her and she felt herself teetering on the edge of an infinite pool. Surrendering the last bit of her self-control. She took a deep breath and spoke slowly and clearly, "Please cum down my throat, Master."

He smirked. "Good girl."

She squirmed and bit her lip. It was surprising how much power those words had over her.

Extracting himself from her grip, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Taking a step, he turned to face her and beckoned.

"Come."

Without hesitation, she crawled across the bed on all fours, hungrily staring up at him like a bitch in heat.

Once she made it to the end of the bed, he spun his finger in the air. "Lay on your back and hang your head off the edge."

Her eyes flashed with excitement. This was the perfect way to be fed dessert. She took her time, putting on a show as she obediently rolled onto her back and positioned her head. Now upside down, she watched as he stepped towards her, his glistening cock hovering in front of her face.

He crouched down and lowered his face to hers, his lips brushing her ear. "Such a good listener. Now, open your mouth and wait like a good little cum slut."

She whimpered and opened her mouth, salivating. The pink tip of her tongue peeked out against the edge of her lip, ready to guide his cock.

He stood back up and studied her. How is this actually happening?

Her chest rose and fell quickly with her breath. She stared at his cock and let out little gasps while she waited.

He stepped closer to her, his shaft resting against her cheek as he caressed her tense body. He wanted to touch every inch of her. His fingers and nails ran over her sides and ribs, lightly circling her breasts and nipples.

Getting flustered and restless, she turned her head to lick his shaft, but he pulled away.

"So impatient," he chided, "Your Master told you to wait," he said, lightly slapping her cheek with his hard cock.

Flinching, she whimpered and squirmed. "Sorry, Master, I want your cock in my mouth so badly." Her voice was edged with desperation. The bedsheets wrinkled in her grip. She pinched her eyebrows and opened her mouth again.

He dragged his fingers up her neck, along her jaw, and across her lips and tongue. His cock still glistened with her juices and a fresh bead of precum threatening to drip off. He aimed his shaft towards her open mouth, her hot breath sending a shiver up his spine. "How could I refuse such an obedient fuck toy?"

He guided himself into her, her lips and tongue surrounding the head of his shaft. He gasped, his eyes closing for a moment. The sensation of her hot wet mouth enveloping him momentarily rendered his other senses irrelevant.

She moaned around him, the taste of them mixed together driving any semblance of thought from her mind. Her eyes closed and she clutched the sheets harder. There was only one focus. One goal.

Make her Master cum.

He moaned and leaned over her, cupping her breasts to hold her in place and steady himself. Looking down, he watched his cock disappearing into her mouth and groaned, savoring the sight and warmth of her.

As he reached the back of her tongue, she relaxed and opened up to him further. Her eyes fluttered as he pushed into her throat. The choker tightened around her neck as his cock squeezed deeper into her.

His eyes widened, mesmerized by her throat bulging around him, the thin black choker straining. Her lips touched the base of his shaft and he realized that she had taken all of him.

"Oh fuck," he groaned.

Overwhelmed with pleasure, he felt a desperate need to share it with her. To give her as much pleasure as she was giving him. His hand slid down her body, between her legs, dipping into her dripping wetness.

Startled, she arched and choked, gagging on him. Her pussy and clit were raw, and his unexpected touch jolted her like an electric arc.

He started to apologize and pull out of her throat, but she grabbed his hips before the head of his cock could leave her mouth. Taking a deep breath through her nose, she shoved him back into her. His apology dissolved into a moan. She loosely held his hips, allowing him to pull away. When she felt his cock leaving her throat, she pulled him in again, driving his full rigid length into her.

He panted, already on the edge. Keeping one hand on her chest, he supported her head and neck with the other. Her mouth squelched as he picked up speed and fucked her throat. A wet mess of spit and tears ran down her face. He caressed her choker with his thumb, feeling it stretch with every thrust. Her throat was impossibly hot and tight around him. Her body stretching to accommodate him, her throat now imprinted with the shape of his cock. Proof that her throat belonged to him. That her body belonged to him.

She let her hands fall away from his hips as he took control. Her mind was scrambled, completely overridden by him using her throat as his personal fuck toy. She mindlessly moved her hand down her body to gently play with her tender clit as he continued to thrust into her. It didn't take long for her to cum again.

When he noticed her hips bucking from her orgasm, he began to fuck her face with feral urgency. She placed a hand against his thigh to temper him, but he was already over the edge.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" he roared as he plunged his swollen cock down to the hilt. His body shook and he grunted as his thick hot load flooded down her throat.

She desperately wrapped her arms around his hips, holding him inside of her. Gulping him down. Draining him. Her greed for his cum outweighed her need for air.

He pressed his hips against her face, both hands holding her head, her neck, his cock pulsing in her throat with blinding pleasure.

She arched her back, her body tensing, her nails digging into his ass. Her lungs burned, begging her to let go, to breathe. But she was listening to his body, not her own.

She was a good fuck toy.

Her head swam as she waited for his cock to stop throbbing inside of her. Finally satisfied with having squeezed him dry, she pushed him away, swallowing the dregs of his thick load still in her throat before gasping for breath.

His legs shook and buckled. He collapsed to the floor, his head level with hers. He giggled, his head rushing.

"Holy shit. Good girl. You're a fucking Goddess."

She grinned drunkenly and giggled with him. Rolling onto her stomach, she wiped her face off on the sheets. He was flushed, glowing, utterly exhausted, and satisfied. She basked in the sight of him. She had done that. "Did I do well, Master?" she asked, coyly.

He smiled, leaning in to give her a tender kiss. "You were the perfect little cum slut."

She growled and nipped at him. The praise was like throwing fuel onto burning embers. But she knew her body couldn't handle more. Sighing, she smiled. "Thank you, Master."

They laid on the bed, wrapped around each other, John caressing her arm, Jane running her fingers through his hair.

After a few minutes of bathing in the hazy warmth of the afternoon sun, her mind turned towards the future. They lived separate lives, and despite them crossing that bridge and burning it behind them, there would still be a life-long friendship beneath it all. No matter what, they would be friends.

But not just friends. Not anymore.

She frowned. "Do you... Do you have to leave tomorrow?"

He chuckled. "Oh, I'm definitely rebooking my train."

After all, they had just gotten started.

Epilogue

JOHN LEANED back in his chair, the creaking leather groaning with him. The faint sound of rain and tires on wet asphalt murmured through the closed window. The dark study was dimly lit by a lamp and computer monitor arranged on a formidable wooden desk. The text cursor blinked on his screen with impatience, waiting for him to continue.

He let out a shaky breath and stared at the ceiling.

It had been three months since he had left Jane's house and returned to his city apartment. Three months of nightly video calls that trailed into the next day. Lunch time sexts. Teasing photos. Breathless audio clips. Steamy videos. Every day was a bittersweet reminder of a longing that had manifested into a physical ache. An ache that could only be soothed by the weight of each other's bodies.

He ran his fingers through his hair and looked back at his screen with a deep sigh.

His novel had been set aside for a new project, inspired by a red-headed muse with a filthy mouth. Writing it was delicious torture. A torture that Jane was greedy to share in, chapter by chapter. She sent voice clips of herself enjoying the scenes with barely coherent commentary choked by her orgasms. It was fantastic motivation to write more.

He scanned the words he had just written and his body tensed. "Fuck," he whispered. His soft laugh hitched and turned into a moan.

A wet slurp and gulp came from below the desk. He shoved his keyboard out of the way and doubled over. "Oh fuck!" he yelped.

Jane giggled from the darkness between his legs, slowly stroking his spit-drenched cock. "Hmm?" She rested her cheek on his thigh and looked up at him. "Am I distracting you, Master?"

He gasped and gripped his arm rests. Leaning back, he watched her play with his cock, locking eyes with her. His best friend. His muse.

His fuck toy.

He grinned and shook his head. "You know, it's hard enough writing these scenes without you playing them out..."

She smirked and slid her grip along his shaft, forcing out a fresh bead of precum. Before it could spill, she dragged her tongue across his slit, licking it off.

His hips bucked involuntarily and he hissed through his teeth.

"I'm helping you with your research," she said with a mischievous smile. "And cleaning up the mess you make, Master."

He took a deep breath and rested a hand against her jaw. "Such a good little cum slut," he growled.

Her eyes fluttered closed and she moaned, nuzzling his warm hand.

He smirked and moved his hand to pull his keyboard back into place. He looked down at her as she continued to slowly stroke his shaft.

She stared up at him, waiting for him to take control.

Just like the blinking cursor waiting for the next sentence to be written.

He chuckled and shook his head. Writing like this was another fantasy she was making real. She deserved a good Master.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and tilted her head back. "Now, put your Master's cock back in your throat like a good girl."

He released her and looked back up at the screen, his fingers curling over the keys as she instantly obeyed, taking him deep.

They wouldn't waste a second of her vacation.