A hike in the hills, he said - part 2

A second later, he hits the log.

He lands heavily right above my head, the ancient timber groaning under his weight. I can hear the frantic, heavy panting of his breath, the heat of his body practically radiating through the wood. He’s looking down the valley, expecting to see me sprinting across the open flats.

"Smart girl," he mutters to himself, his voice thick with exertion and - I smile to myself, appreciation.

He leaps off the log, landing on the far side, his footsteps instantly fading as he barrels deeper into the gully, completely missing my hiding spot.

I give it a count of three before sliding out from under the log. I am covered in dirt, twigs tangled in my hair, but I am entirely triumphant.

According to the rules, i broke his grip. I got free.

"Hey!" I call out.

Thirty yards down the track, he spins around. When he sees me standing by the fallen log, dirty and breathless, holding my jacket aloft like a trophy, a slow, wicked grin spreads across his face. He stops, hands resting on his hips, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You dirty. Sexy. Sassy woman”.

"I am " I tease, stepping forward with a slow, swaying confidence, "And I believe you owe me a piece of clothing!”.

He doesn't hesitate. His eyes locked onto mine with a primal, unyielding intensity, his hands move to the hem of his shirt. In one fluid tearing motion, he pulls his tshirt over his head and tosses it carelessly into the ferns.

He looks magnificent. Dangerous. And entirely focused on me. He walks right up to me.

"Your terms are met. The shirt is gone. You've got five seconds.”

Fuck he looks good. For a moment I want to rip my shirt and bra off and press myself against him, skin on skin..touch him …taste him. Fuck him. .

"Four..."

Back to reality and my survival instinct overrides my desire - for now . I drop the jacket again and clamber back over the fallen log. This time, I don't go down into the valley, instead pushing sideways, cutting across the steep slope of the hill, tearing through the scratchy scrub.

"Two... One... Ready or not, girl!"

The sound of his boots hitting the dirt behind me is louder now, sharper. More intent. He is moving faster, driven by the sheer, primal urge to reclaim his dominance in this game.

I scramble up a rocky outcrop, my fingers scraping against the rough sandstone. I’m trying to reach a higher ridge where the trees are denser, somewhere I can break his line of sight again.

I reach the top of the ledge, but before I can find my footing to run, a heavy, warm shadow falls over me.

I look back, and he's already there, clearing the lip of the rock with an effortless, terrifying leap.

I try to move but his hand reaches out to grab me. His fingers lock around my wrist like a steel cuff and yanks me back, the momentum spinning me around until my back crashes gently but firmly into his hard, bare chest. His free arm wraps around me from behind, anchoring me against him.

"Got you," he breathes into my ear. His warm breath against my neck makes my nipples instantly hard again…

"You cheat. That wasn't five minutes."

"I am the master of this hunt, girl, I keep the time," he responds playfully, his lips pressing a hot kiss into the curve of my neck. I feel myself getting wet. He knows it too as his hand slides between my legs, his fingers insistent at my pussy. "And you ran beautifully. But the game is over."

He doesn't waste a moment. While his arm keeps me locked tightly against his body, his other hand moves to pull my shorts down.

"You remember the rule," he whispers, his voice dropping into a low, suggestive command that makes my knees go entirely weak. "Whatever comes off, stays off."

He slides my clothes down, his warm fingers lingering on my hips…my bum.

"Now," he purrs, where’s that prize I'm claiming."

He steps back and I feel him crouch down behind. His hands are on my hips as he kisses the back ofmy upper thighs . Gentle bites. His fingers sliding the barely there fabric of my thong aside…kissing …then I feel his tongue trace down and then slowly back up before spreading me and pushing inside my arse . Instinctively I bend slightly forward … fuck it feels good, his fingers joining his tongue, then reaching down to feel how wet I am.

And then he stands up and spins me around, kissing my mouth as he herds me back to meet the smooth, sun-warmed trunk of a snow gum. He rests his palms on the bark on either side of my head, boxing me in.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his dark eyes slowly traveling down the length of my body, a slow, deeply satisfied smile curves his lips. "My beautiful, wild prey. Completely stripped down for me in the middle of nowhere."

A ragged, breathless sigh escapes me. My hands are resting flat against his bare torso. "You caught me."

"I did," he growls softly, leaning down until his forehead rests against mine . “And you ran like an absolute champion. You made me work for it, girl. You made me chase you through the dirt, and it was the most spectacular thing I've ever seen. I wanted you so so much”.

The praise hits like a shot of adrenaline, sending a delicious, liquid warmth pooling straight between my thighs. My eyelids flutter closed for a brief second, savouring the warmth of his body and words . I love the hunt, but i love the reward so much more.

"Open those beautiful green eyes for me," he coaxes, his voice dropping into a low, authoritative purr.

When I lift my gaze, his eyes are intense, primal, and entirely possessive. He reaches down, his large, warm hand cupping the back of my thigh, lifting my leg slightly to anchor me closer to his hip. The unmistakable, hard proof of his arousal presses firmly against my bare skin.

"You've been so wonderfully good for me today," he whispers, his thumb tracing a slow, burning circle into the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. "The way you followed every rule. The way you pushed yourself to the absolute limit just to make the game sweeter for me. I am so incredibly pleased with you."

"Now," he hums against my parting lips, his fingers sliding higher, finding the edge of my underwear with a slow, deliberate intent that makes my knees completely buckle. "Let's claim what's mine..." He kneels down in front of me and places one leg over his shoulder. Looking up at me he slides a finger inside me slowly ..in and out oh so slowly all the while watching my face . Then one becomes two, and he smiles as I moan quietly. In and out , my body responding to a steady rhythm. He takes his fingers out and still looking at me, licks them clean .