Hailey stretched her arms over her head, and bent back until her fingers grazed the windowsill behind her. She tucked her legs underneath her, and pulled herself up and pressed her back against the couch. It had been two weeks since Emmett had been permanently banned from the Chasing Spirits Motorcycle Club, and Hailey had found her way around clubhouse since then. She usually spent her mornings sharing a cup of coffee with Clyde, and she spent her evenings hoping for a chance to see Becca, or navigating her role as Rocco’s Old Lady.
Most of the riders offered her a polite nod as she moved about the clubhouse, and Hailey allowed herself to savor the feeling that came with knowing that she’d be safe a little longer. While she enjoyed Clyde’s company as much as she could in an arrangement like her’s, she found herself formulating plans in her head. She’d picture herself bursting through the front doors of the clubhouse, and running until her legs wouldn’t work anymore. When the sun rose in the early morning, and Clyde shuffled in with a half smile and a binder in the crook of his arm, she wondered if he’d make an exceptionally strong effort to stop her if she were to bolt out of the door before it closed.
However, there was no telling what would happen to Becca if she decided to throw her feet against the pavement. While she couldn’t be entirely sure that her presence was preventing any of the rougher riders from bringing too much harm to Becca, she couldn’t live with herself if the worst happened because she’d only worried about herself.
Besides, it’s not like Rocco is going to let anything happen to me. I wonder if he’d have plenty of questions if I escaped. Hailey wrapped her fingers around the water bottle by her side and raised it to her lips. She screwed the cap back on and stretched out along the worn down maroon colored sofa.
In the small space between the door and the floor, she watched as the faint light underneath it came and went in a flash. The riders had been shuffling in and out of the clubhouse all morning, and Hailey had decided to lock herself in one of the lounge room to minimize any chance of small talk.
She sighed, and pulled herself into a sitting position. A frown appeared on her face when the door handle jiggled, and a small ruckus picked up on the other side of the door.
Hailey cleared her throat and used what she hoped sounded like her authoritative voice, “Yes? Who’s there?”
Rocco’s smooth chuckle floated underneath the door. “Rocco, your highness. Will you unlock the door?”
Hailey slid off of the couch and unlocked the door. She squinted at the harsh fluorescent lights that spilled into the room. Rocco stepped inside and shut the door behind him.
“What are you doing in here? I asked Clyde where you were and he didn’t know what to tell me.”
Hailey shrugged. “I thought that I’d hide in here for a little bit, besides, you knew that I’d be somewhere in the clubhouse.”
Rocco sighed and grasped Hailey’s wrist. “You’re coming with me.”
“Okay? Where have you been all day? You just leave me here for most of the day, and I’m not allowed to go anywhere-”
Rocco opened the door and they stepped out into the hallway. “You’re not allowed to go anywhere because I’m literally still in the middle of committing a felony.” He shook his head and shuffled towards Clyde’s desk.
Rocco pointed at Clyde and said, “I’m taking Hailey out for a bit. Let Meish know if he asks.”
Clyde pushed his work to the side and said, “What? You’re taking her out?”
“Chill. I didn’t say that I was going to drop her off at home, I just said that we’re going to step out for a bit. Hold down the fort here if anyone has questions.”
“I always do.” Clyde replied.
Rocco turned around and pointed towards the front door. “Come on, my bike is out front.”
His bike? I’ve never even sat on top of one of Dad’s bikes. Hailey’s father had an array of motorcycles that he kept locked in his garage. Hailey would remember the feeling of irritation that crawled over her body when she would fall asleep with the roar of a motorcycle coming through her bedroom window.
Rocco pushed open the doors that led outside and moved past a group of people that were hurrying by on the sidewalk. Hailey’s eyes rested on their blank expressions, she assumed that they were probably functioning on autopilot as they moved throughout their day. I wonder how many times did I just walk right past someone without even realizing that there was a real person left in my dust? She doubted that she walked past many women that were in a predicament like her’s, women that were both being held against their will and choosing to stay in the same place.
Rocco eased onto his navy colored sport bike. He reached behind him and tossed a smaller helmet towards Hailey.
She threw her arms out in front of her and barely caught it. She sighed before slipping it over her head. “You know, my Dad never wears a helmet.”
“I usually don’t, either. But, we can’t risk getting pulled over by the police now, can we?” He winked and patted the space behind him on the bike. Hailey stepped onto the asphalt and winced at the sound her joints made as she threw one of her legs over the bike. She scooted up on the bike until her breasts were firmly pressed against Rocco’s back. The skin on her neck was bright red as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She could feel the way the muscles in Rocco’s back flexed as he adjusted himself at the front of the bike.
He backed out and said, “Hold on tight.”
They started off slow, keeping up with the cars beside them. Within minutes, the horns and business of the city faded away, and Rocco steered the bike down winding roads that led to a more spacious highway.
Hailey tightened her arms around Rocco until her they dug into his ribs. While the wind tossed her hair about, she focused on the words coming out Rocco’s mouth.
“You’re holding on awful tight! You’ve been on a bike before, right?”
He really had a different idea of me. “No!” she shouted. Hailey spat out a piece of hair that had been blown into her open mouth. They curved to the right as Rocco headed down a path that led to a local campsite.
“Where are we?!” She yelled.
“Just outside of the city!” Rocco replied, and Hailey breathed a sigh of relief as Rocco pulled the bike to a stop near a couple of picnic tables.
Hailey hopped off of the back of the bike without waiting for Rocco’s help. The insides of her thighs were hot and sore, she worked her fingertips into her skin while Rocco placed the helmets on the back of the bike.
He grinned and gestured towards the bike, “Did you have fun?”
Hailey shrugged, “I don’t know if that means I’ll be unqualified to be an Old Lady if I say no.”
Rocco laughed and Hailey smiled at the way the parentheses around his mouth spread when he smiled. His dark eyes had a light to them that she hadn’t noticed before, and the mid afternoon sun that hung in the background created the perfect picture.
Hailey ran her eyes up his tall frame, and her mind wandered to how much trouble they could get into before the sun went down. She grinned and said, “So, what are we here for?”
Rocco smirked and reached into the left pocket of his jacket. He pulled out a black pistol and Hailey threw her hands out in front of her. “Holy shit! What are you doing?”
Rocco held it out towards her and said, “We’re going to do a little practice.”
“Practice?”
He sighed and tucked the gun back into his pocket. “Just in case someone ever steps out of line like Emmett did before, I want you to know how to protect yourself.”
Rocco shuffled across the dirt and moved past her. Hailey whipped her head in the direction that Rocco was heading and said, “You want me to threaten your guys with a gun?”
Rocco laughed and said, “Not necessarily. Sometimes we get into conflicts with other clubs, and I need to know that you’ll be able to fight someone off until I can get there.” He pushed the long branch of a pine tree out of his way and strolled into a densely covered area. Hailey trailed behind him at a slower pace, her eyes were focused on the pocket that the gun had been tucked into.
A chill ran up her spine and she twisted her head around to take in her surroundings. There was nothing but dense woods for miles, the branches of pine trees covered any line of sight into the woods. Hailey turned to Rocco and said, “Why do we have to go so far into the forest? Can’t we practice shooting in the clearing?”
Rocco shook his head, “Gunshots will draw the attention of rangers and police if we shoot out in the open. If we’re in the middle of the woods, there’s a chance that we won’t be heard.”
If a girl is shot in the middle of the woods, will her murder be loud enough for the cops to hear? Hailey chewed on her lower lip, and pushed a tree branch out of her way as she followed Rocco into the woods.
Rocco stopped in a clearing that was at least a mile into the forest. Hailey’s heels ached, the shoes that she’d been taken in weren’t comfortable enough to go trekking it in the wilderness.
Rocco pointed at a tree trunk and said, “Alright, we’re going to be shooting into that tree. Have you ever shot a gun before?”
Hailey shook her head. “I’ve never shot one—I don’t think that my Dad owned any either.”
Rocco scoffed and said, “Trust me, he has a few guns.” He pulled the pistol out of his pocket and Hailey flinched as he held it out towards her. “Come on, I don’t have all day.”
Hailey shook out her left hand, then her right hand. She stepped forward and lifted the gun out of Rocco’s hand. The gun was heavy in the middle of her palm, and despite having been tucked away in Rocco’s pocket all of this time, it was still cool to the touch. She held it the way that she’d seen actors do on TV, and slipped her index finger behind the trigger.
Rocco’s eyes widened and said, “No, no, all wrong. You’re going to break your fucking arm if you do it like that.”
Hailey scowled and said, “I don’t know how else I’m supposed to do it, I’m not used to shooting at people.”
Rocco sighed and came up behind Hailey. He stretched his long arms out, and set his hands onto her shoulders. Hailey’s legs trembled as Rocco slid his hands down either of her arms, his fingers caressed the creamy skin on her arms and came to a stop at her hands. He placed his hands on the outside of hers and said, “Now, raise your gun.” His breath was hot against her earlobe, the hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention as he rested his chin on top of her shoulder.
Hailey took a deep breath and raised the gun. Rocco lifted one of her hands off of the barrel of the gun and placed it on the bottom. “Now, you’ll want to square your shoulders.” His hands left hers and he pressed his palms against her shoulders. From there, his hands traveled down her back, trailed down her spine, and came to a rest on her hips.
“You’ll want to stand up straight.” He pulled her hips against his groin, and Hailey could hardly suppress the yelp that escaped her as her bottom connected with his lower half. Rocco’s hand were sent back the opposite way, and they began a new adventure of snaking their way up her body and back to her gun.
Rocco smirked and said, “Aim at that tree. Pretend it’s an asshole.”
“An asshole?” Hailey repeated.
“Yeah,” he whispered, “Pretend it’s Emmett. Think of how it made you feel when he climbed on top of you, the way that his big gut pressed into your belly.” He set his hand on top of her stomach and pulled her towards him.
“It made me feel dirty.”
“I bet. Now, think of how his breath felt on your skin.”
Nothing like this. Hailey clenched her fingers tighter around the gun and nodded. “Okay.”
“Does that make you want to kill someone?” Rocco’s question hung in the air like the admission to a great crime. Hailey stood there, with sweat gathering in her palms and spreading to the metal of the gun. She rolled his question over in her mind, and considered the taste that it left in her mouth.
“I don’t know,” she admitted.
“Then, let’s say he gets your shorts off of you again. Let’s say that,” Rocco set his hands on her hips and hooked his fingers into the sides of her denim shorts. His fingertips grazed against the top of her underwear, and he said, “Imagine he’s touching you like this. He feels like he can stick his hand in here, do whatever he wants.”
Hailey writhed underneath his touch. She inhaled and narrowed her eyes. She focused on a frayed piece of bark on the massive tree ahead.
“Would you kill a man for that?”
Their bodies vibrated with the impact of the gun, the bullet whistled through the air and landed a couple of inches from the loose piece of bark. The bullet landed in the hard trunk of the tree. Hailey’s chest rose and fell rapidly, and she turned her stunned gaze to Rocco.
Rocco stared back at her with an air of affection in his eyes. “Good job.”
Hailey pursed her lips and loosened both of her legs. Her chest rose and fell, and she pointed the gun at the same piece of bark. She pulled the trigger, and another bullet soared through the air, and landed just underneath the tree. If that were a wide set, six foot tall man, that’d be two bullets in his abdomen.
Hailey grit her teeth and fired the gun until she got to her last round. She gasped at the telling trick of the trigger. Rocco reached around her and plucked the gun out of her hands.
“I didn’t think that you’d use all of the bullets in the first lesson.” Rocco grinned and slipped the gun back into the pocket of his jacket. “You’re a hell of a shot.”
Hailey smiled and said, “Good enough for my first time?”
“Good enough to get the job done if it came to it.” A sultry smile sat on Rocco’s lips and Hailey delighted in the way the that his eyes rolled over her. With her feet firmly planted in the ground, and the pressure of the gun still feeling fresh on her palm, she felt alive.
She grasped the ends of her hair and twisted them into a bun. “What else do you have to teach me?”
Rocco raised one of his eyebrows and said, “You might need to learn how to defend yourself in close quarters. Did your Dad ever pay for self defense classes?”
Hailey chuckled and said, “Just the kind where you fall into the dirt and kick your assailant in the lower abdomen.”
“That’s no good,” Rocco said, “it’d be too easy to take your skinny little legs and turn you flat on your belly. Come here,” he said. He led her out of the clearing and into an area with even more densely packed trees. Tree branches rustled with the sound of birds settling into their nests.
Rocco tossed his jacket to the ground and slapped his hands against his thighs. “Okay, I’m going to come at you. You show me what you’d do if I got that close as an attacker.”
Hailey nodded and held her hands out in front of her. Did the instructor say to bend your knees? She bent her knees and said, “Alright, come at-”
The wind was briefly expelled from her lungs and she was sent flying into the dirt. Rocco landed on the ground beside her, and he propped himself up on his elbow. His fingers toyed with the loose, black strands of hair on his head. “Okay. This time, throw your arm out but aim for my nose. That’ll stun him. Then, while he’s distracted, launch your scrawny little knee into my crotch.”
Hailey gasped and rubbed her fingers into her chest. “Did you have to actually send me flying?”
“It's good practice,” Rocco said, and extended his hands towards her. He pulled her on her feet and said, “Alright. Again, let’s go.”
He took a couple of steps back and bent his knees. Rocco launched himself into Hailey and her left hand shot out and grazed the underside of his nostrils. He grinned as he caught her leg in between his knees, and a low whistle slid out from between his lips.
“Much better. I’m not going to let you actually kick me in the nads, though. Again, see if you can knock me down.”
Hailey took a deep breath and tensed as Rocco came sprinting towards her. She threw her fist into the air and connected with his jaw, her right knee barreled towards his groin. Rocco grabbed her thigh and flipped her onto her back.
Hailey gasped as her back connected with the ground. Rocco rolled on the dirt beside her, and his chest rose and fell with each breath that he took.
“Much better.”
“If it was so much better, then why am I on the ground too?”
“I didn’t say that it was better than something I could do.” Rocco smirked and pulled himself across the dirt until their shoulders were touching. He threw his arms around her waist, and Hailey yelped, as he pulled her on top of him.
Rocco grinned and said, “See? I let you win once.”
Heat spread throughout Hailey’s neck and shoulders. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and rested against him. Her lips grazed his skin, and she embraced the warmth that flooded her body.
Who would have thought that a rider could make me feel more safe than anyone? Hailey raised her head out of the crook of Rocco’s neck and placed a kiss on his lips.
Rocco’s tongue slid along the edge of her lips, and his fingers curled around the underside of her bottom. He cupped her cheeks, and squeezed them until he thought they might be bright red.
Hailey groaned and sank her teeth into his lips, her hands flew all over his neck and shoulders. Her hand tugged at the collar of his shirt, and her tongue traveled from the base of his neck to the soft patch of skin on his earlobe.
A low moan that began in Rocco’s chest vibrated against Hailey’s breasts, and he urgently clawed at the ends of her shorts. Rocco positioned his neck out her grasp and leaned to the side. He flipped her over onto her back and grinned. One of his fingers traced the outline of her cheek, and the curve of her lips.
He lowered his lips to hers and slipped a hand underneath her neck. Hailey arched her back and moved into him. Her eyes flew open as a crackle of thunder snapped above them.
She blinked, and a raindrop fell into her eyes. Rain poured down onto Rocco’s back, and he jumped to his feet. He cupped his hands around his mouth and said, “We’ve got to find some place to wait out the storm!”
Hailey’s hair whipped around her and the wind battered the thickest branches of the trees around them. She threw her arms over her head and followed Rocco deeper into the forest.
Her clothes hung heavily on her arms and legs as Rocco moved forward. He stopped to push branches out of the way to allow her to pass through. As the winds picked up, Rocco darted to the right of a clearing that they’d entered. Hailey narrowed her eyes and spotted the small cave that he’d darted into.
A cave? Does that mean that there’s a bear that might return to this later?
Lightning lit up the sky, and struck a nearby tree branch. A blood curdling scream was ripped from Hailey’s throat as the branch came crashing down beside her. She dug her heels in the mud, and sprinted towards the cave.
Her shoes were slick with mud as she crawled into the cave beside Rocco. She looked about, and the only evidence that something had been living there was the thin spiderweb that hung in one of the corners. She sat flat on her bottom, and stretched her legs out.
Rocco futilely wiped the rain off of his face with the ends of his shirt. He sighed and sat back against the thick sheet of rock behind him. “At least this is a pretty decent sized cave.”
Hailey nodded and peered into the mess of a storm that was raging outside. A small family of rabbits hurried to get out of the high winds. She turned to Rocco and placed her hand on top of his. “It could be worse. I could be in the woods by myself with no way of knowing how I’m going to get out of here.”
Rocco guffawed and said, “Yeah, I’d like to see that.”
Hailey scoffed and swatted Rocco against the arm. It was like throwing a feather at a stack of bricks. She sighed and drew a long line in the dirt with the tip of her finger. “You know, I’m not completely useless. I’ve been camping, I could survive in the wild by myself.”
“Yeah, you’d survive fine until a couple of distressed male campers showed up and decided you’d be a great tool to relieve a little tension.” Rocco raised his eyes towards her, and there was a humorous glint in his eyes.
Hailey rolled her eyes and pressed herself against the back of the cave. The top and bottom rows of her teeth chattered together.
“You’re cold?”
Hailey turned towards him but crossed her arms and stuck out her chin. “No, I’m fine. I can handle it.”
Rocco shook his head and slid across the dirt. He reached deeper into the cave and the sound of his hands rustling against something stole Hailey’s attention. She looked over his shoulder and said, “What’s that you’re doing?”
He rolled his eyes, “I thought that you could handle yourself.”
“Fine.” Hailey turned to the opening of the cave and scanned the woods. Strong, powerful tree trunks creaked and whistled, and she sighed. What if a wolf is also seeking shelter and he finds our cave? She turned her gaze towards Rocco and the project that he fiddled with on the other end of the cave.
Could Rocco fight off a wolf?
Rocco tossed a bundle of leaves, a rock, and a few twigs into the center of the cave. He placed the twig in the center of the leaves and rotated it between his palms.
“What are you doing?” Hailey questioned. She unfolded her arms and moved towards him.
“Well, you may not need to be warm, but I turn into a little bitch when I catch a cold so I’d rather have some heat.” Rocco rubbed the sticks together.
Hailey sat back on her hands and said, “I can’t imagine you acting like a ‘little bitch’.”
Rocco gave her a dubious glance before returning his gaze to his work. The stick moved in between his palms, and a barely noticeable line of smoke had started to float up from the bundle of leaves. “You should have seen me after my Old Lady died. My real one.”
“Your real one?”
Rocco sighed, “Yeah. She… didn’t make it out of a wreck. I wasn’t myself for a long time after that, Clyde will be the first to tell you. I didn’t ride, I thought about trading in my bike. It was Meish and everyone else back at the club that helped pull me back to reality. After a while, I felt more like myself but some things never fell back into place.”
“Like what?”
Rocco grinned at the small flame that had sprouted in between the leaves. He placed his hands flat on the dirt and blew onto it.
In between breaths he said, “I didn’t look for another Old Lady after that. I always thought that if it ever came down to it, I wouldn’t be able to do right by her. Or keep her out of trouble.” He shook his head, “Maybe I’m wrong.”
Hailey considered that for a moment before she said, “Maybe you are.”
Rocco sat back on his hands and they both watched the flames of the fire flicker in between the leaves. The warmth that emanated from the makeshift fireplace spread onto Hailey’s palms. She held her up hands up to the fire and said, “I’ve felt like that before, you know.”
“Did you lose your last boyfriend to a really nasty game of badminton?”
Hailey scowled and said, “No. No, I actually lost him for a really fucked up reason.”
Rocco held his hands out in front of the fire and said, “What was the reason?”
Hailey sighed and said, “Becca.”
Rocco’s eyes widened and he repeated, “Becca?”
Hailey nodded, “Becca and my ex, Derek, ended up getting together while he and I were still together. She felt guilty and spilled all of the details to me, and then moved in with him. We hadn’t spoken for a long time until the day that your guys threw us into that van.”
The fire crackled between them and Hailey sighed as she held her hands above the flames. “I don’t know if she even loved him, but a part of me really hoped that they were happy together if it meant ruining love for me. I learned that a lot of men will lose interest and you could be a knockout like Becca, and still only hold their attention for six months.”
Rocco frowned and said, “Not all men are like that. I certainly wasn’t before Mariah was killed.”
Hailey smiled and said, “Mariah? Was that her name? It’s pretty.”
Rocco shrugged. “She was pretty. She was the total opposite of you, actually.”
“Thanks,” Hailey said, dryly.
Rocco chuckled and said, “Meaning that she was a different kind of pretty. She was the kind of pretty that could bring the toughest, roughest motherfucker to his knees. She had short brown hair that she wore in a bob, she never bothered with makeup and all of the bells and whistles that other women put up with. Everyone at Chasing Spirits loved her.”
“It sounds like you loved her too.”
Rocco shook his head. “It’s in the past. It sounds like what happened with Becca was pretty shit. I can’t imagine why you give a damn about her now.”
Hailey shrugged and squeezed one of Rocco’s hands. “We’ve put that behind us now. There’s more pressing things to focus on. Maybe you can put everything behind you too.”
Rocco stared into the dwindling flames before tossing another handful of leaves into the fire. The flames devoured the kindling, and the fire burned brighter. Rocco scooted towards Hailey and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
“Maybe.” He sighed and said, “If I find a person that’s worth putting it all behind me. Maybe I can.”
Hailey smiled and leaned against him. Her hand rested in Rocco’s lap, and her fingertips twitched against his crotch. Rocco sat his hand on top of hers, and lifted it to his lips. Just outside of the cave, the wind picked up and whipped the rain about. Rain pelted the outside of the cave, and Hailey redirected her attention to Rocco.
Rocco pressed his lips against the back of her hand, she watched as his lips traveled from her hand to her arm, and to the smooth, creamy skin on her shoulder. Hailey groaned as Rocco’s tongue brushed against the nape of her neck. Rocco rested his fingers on her collarbone. His kisses traveled from the nape of her neck to her earlobe, his teeth tugged on her skin. He exhaled, his breath sent a rush of warmth through her skin. Hailey arched into him, and a contented sigh fell past her lips. Rocco pressed his hand into the middle of her breasts. He pushed until her back connected with the ground. His head rested in the crook of her shoulder for a few moments. The wind whistled beside them, and Hailey’s hands idly toyed with the short, black strands of Rocco’s hair. Rocco twisted his arm above and grasped Hailey’s hand in his. He pulled her close to him and planted feather soft kisses in between her breasts. His lips hovered just above her rib cage before pulled her shirt over her head. He set it into the dirt beside him. Hailey held her hands above her head and buried her fingertips into the coarse mud of the cave floor.
She gasped at the brief sting of Rocco’s fingernails scraping against her thighs. Rocco pulled her shorts and panties around her ankles with urgency. He tossed them to the side where they landed in a crumpled heap beside the fire. Rocco brushed his lips against where his fingernails had roughly dug into Hailey’s skin before. He gently nudged her legs apart, and nipped at the inside of her thighs. His tongue lapped at the beet red mark that had been left by his the edges of his teeth.
Rocco’s eyes met with Hailey’s and he grinned. He pushed the tip of his index finger against her opening. His fingers were already slick as he curved his fingers and slipped inside until his knuckle tapped against her pubic bone.
Hailey bucked her hips, her bottom rose and fell off of the ground. Rocco’s low chuckle was the perfect soundtrack as he pumped his finger in and out of her. He pumped her fingers inside of her until her walls tightened around his finger. Hailey groaned and propped herself up onto her elbows.
She spread her legs further apart and offered herself to Rocco. “Go ahead. Put yourself inside.”
Rocco’s cock stiffened and pressed against the denim of his jeans. He smirked, and pushed Hailey back onto the dirt. “I’m going to take my time.”
Hailey’s pussy pulsed with want, her clit was swollen and abused from the friction of Rocco’s fingertips grinding against it. She pushed her hips against his hand. I didn’t think that any man could ever make me beg for it.
“Please,” she mumbled.
Rocco lowered his lips to the opening of Hailey’s pussy. Her sweet, musky smell toyed with the small bit of restraint that he’d had left. He opened his mouth wide and placed it over her clit and vulva. Hailey’s garbled moans rang throughout the cave as Rocco sucked on her clit.
His lips formed an “o” shape and he sucked on her bud until a more powerful orgasm racked Hailey’s body. Rocco lifted his mouth off of her clit and replaced it with his thumb. He pushed his thumb into it and set to work his tongue. His slick, powerful tongue flexed inside of her, and grazed against her walls.
Rocco’s cock swelled and he bit on his bottom lip. He lapped at her sticky, wet slit. Hailey’s legs pressed onto either side of his head. She trembled, she was confident that each stroke of Rocco’s tongue was going to drive her wild. Hailey thought of how she might look to him if she slid out from underneath him and pushed him onto his back. She wondered if he cursed underneath his breath as she straddled him, and took in the length of his cock. Would he give her a swift smack on the ass to send the message that he was to be in charge from now on? Would he slip his hands underneath his head, and watch her work?
“Ah!” She cried out, three powerful waves of pleasure wracked her body. Each one was stronger than the last, and each wave made her curl further inside of herself. Rocco tapped against the outside of her thighs and she reluctantly spread her legs apart. Rocco’s lips and cheeks were bright red. He smirked, his lust clouded eyes sent a more powerful message than any stroke of his tongue could have.
Wordlessly, Hailey pulled herself into a sitting position and batted Rocco’s hand away as he tried to push her back against the ground. She bent her knees and sprang into his chest. Hailey flattened her palms and pressed them against Rocco’s chest. A surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins and a satisfied smirk appeared on her face as Rocco’s back connected with the dirt beneath him.
There was an air of amusement in his eyes as Hailey fiddled with his belt buckle. The metal clicked definitely, and Hailey tossed the belt over the dwindling flames of the fire and heard the buckle smack against the other side of the cave.
Hailey yanked his boxer briefs down and his thick, rigid dick spilled out of them. Hailey inhaled as she lifted her pussy just above his cock. A throaty scream echoed throughout the cave as she brought herself down on top of it. Rocco could only see the whites of her eyes as she bounced up and down on his cock. While his dick filled her, the tip of his cock grazed against her swollen bud. Hailey swept her hands over her hair, she ran her fingers over the loose strands and the bare skin on her shoulders.
Rocco’s mouth fell open as her pussy closed around his cock. Her walls shut around him, and tugged at the delicate skin on his groin. Rocco’s fingers found their way to the skin just above the loose, pale blond curls on Hailey’s mounds. His fingers traveled up her belly, and he drew small circles around her navel. From there, he moved his hand up the length of her body until he could cup one of her round breasts in his hand. He stroked her nipple, and groaned at the way that she tightened around him. Rocco circled his arms around her, and pulled her to him until her nipples hovered in front of his lips. He hooked his mouth around her nipple, and used his lips to tug on her nipples.
He pumped into her, and each time that they would separate, a thicker film of moisture gathered in between them. Hailey’s lower body tingled with the powerful sensation of a full body orgasm. A thin, clear liquid ran down Rocco’s cock, and over his legs.
Rocco grinned as the pressure of his own orgasm built up inside of him. Hailey rolled over onto her side, her shoulders shook with convulsions. She slipped her hand in between her slippery thighs, and propped her head up onto Rocco’s shoulder.
Rocco sighed, the remnants of his come that hadn’t made it into Hailey’s body had run over the side of his leg. He turned his head towards the opening of the cave, where the last round of raindrops were beginning to splash against thick tree trunks.
His eyes fluttered closed, and sleep tugged at the edge of his mind. Rocco pulled Hailey to him, her back side trembled against his thigh. He fell asleep to the rhythmic sound of her panicked breaths slowing, and becoming as low as a whisper.