Chapter 1: Introduction
The trail was supposed to be easy.
That’s what the map said, anyway. A gentle loop around the lake, scenic views, minimal elevation gain. *Perfect for beginners*, the website promised.
And it would have been, if James hadn’t insisted on taking the shortcut.
*"It’s just a little detour,"* he’d said, flashing that infuriatingly perfect smile of his—the one that made the interns giggle and the senior partners nod in approval. *"Trust me, Katie. I’ve done this hike a dozen times."*
Now, as the sun bled out behind the trees, painting the forest in streaks of dying orange and bruised purple, I was starting to think *trust* was a word we should’ve left back at the office.
My boots sank into the damp earth with every step, the mud squelching obscenely between my toes. My thighs burned from the incline, my breath coming in ragged gasps that fogged in the cold air. The forest had gone from charming to claustrophobic, the trees pressing in like silent, judgmental spectators.
My stomach let out a traitorous gurgle, loud enough to echo through the stillness. *"So,"* I said, wiping sweat from my brow with the back of my hand, *"what the hell are we going to eat when we finally stop?"*
James paused mid-step, his boot hovering over a gnarled root. His jaw tightened, the way it did when he was calculating risks—like when he’d taken that client call during the board meeting last month, or when he’d "accidentally" brushed against me in the elevator and pretended it was nothing. Now, though, there was no boardroom to hide behind. Just us, the darkening woods, and the growing realization that we were well and truly fucked.
*"We’ll find something,"* he said, voice too steady, like he was trying to convince himself. *"Berries. Nuts. Maybe a rabbit if we’re lucky."* He forced a grin, but his eyes flicked to the shadows between the trees. The kind of grin that said *We’re not getting out of here before nightfall, and you know it.* I let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh. "Oh, brilliant. So we’re just going to *hunt* now? Because I don’t see any grocery stores out here, James. Unless you’ve got a secret stash of trail mix tucked into those perfectly tailored hiking pants of yours."
He exhaled through his nose, running a hand through his hair—a gesture that would’ve looked careless if I didn’t know how deliberate he was about everything. "Look, we’ll figure it out. We just need to stay calm."
I kicked at a loose rock, sending it skittering into the underbrush. "Calm? James, we’re lost in the woods with no food, no water, and no signal. And you’re telling me to *stay calm*?"
His lips twitched. "Okay, fine. Maybe panic a little. But not too much.
Because if we’re being honest, James, there’s only one thing left to eat out here—and it’s already inside us.
My stomach twisted again, but this time it wasn’t hunger. It was the sickening realization that we were running out of options. The forest had gone quiet except for the occasional rustle of leaves, the kind of silence that made my skin prickle. I watched James’s face carefully, searching for any sign that he’d heard me right. His eyes flicked to mine, then away, his jaw working like he was chewing on the words before he spat them out.
*"You can’t be serious,"* he said finally, but there was no real disbelief in his voice. Just the hollow echo of someone who knew I was right.
I shrugged, trying to act like this was a normal conversation, like we were back in the office debating whether to order Thai or Italian for lunch.
*"Well, it’s not like we have a lot of choices, James."* My voice came out steadier than I felt, which was good—because inside, I was a mess of nerves and something else, something hotter, something that made my skin prickle with a shameful kind of excitement. *"I mean, think about it. We’re both healthy. No parasites. No weird diseases. Just… you know. Regular human shit."* The word hung between us, raw and filthy, and I watched his face closely for his reaction. *"It’s not like we haven’t thought about it before."* I added, my voice dropping to a whisper. *"You remember that night at the office Christmas party? When you were drunk and told me about how you’d always been curious about it?"*
James’s eyes widened, his breath hitching in his throat.
His hands, which had been clenched into fists at his sides, suddenly went slack. His hiking pants—those stupidly expensive, form-fitting things he’d probably bought just to show off his ass—slid down his hips with a slow, deliberate whisper of fabric against skin. The waistband caught for a second on the hard ridge of his cock, already half-hard from the tension between us, before giving way with a final, obscene little tug. His pants pooled around his ankles, leaving him standing there in nothing but his boxer briefs, the thin fabric straining against the thick outline of his erection.
The sight of him like that—exposed, vulnerable, his breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts—sent a jolt of heat straight between my thighs. My mouth went dry. I shouldn’t have been looking.
But I was. My eyes locked onto the way his boxers strained against the thick bulge of his cock, the way his fingers twitched at his sides like he was fighting the urge to touch himself. The air between us was thick with something heavier than just the damp forest air—something electric, something that made my pulse hammer in my throat.
*"I have to poop,"* James said suddenly, his voice rough, like the words had been dragged out of him. *"If you want to eat."*
The words hung between us, filthy and blunt. My stomach flipped. Not from disgust—not anymore—but from something else, something darker. I licked my lips, tasting the salt of my own sweat. *"You’re serious?"* I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The forest seemed to hold its breath around us, the only sound the distant rustle of leaves and the ragged rhythm of our own breathing. *"You want me to… catch it?"*
James’s jaw tightened, his fingers flexing at his sides. His cock strained against the fabric of his boxers, the outline of it thick and insistent. *"Or your mouth,"* he said, his voice rough. *"Whatever you prefer."*
I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering in my throat. The idea of it—of him—made my stomach clench in a way that had nothing to do with hunger. The forest air was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, but beneath it, there was something else now. Something musky, something primal. The way he was looking at me—like he was already imagining it—sent a shiver down my spine.
My knees hit the damp earth before I even realized I was moving, the cold seeping through the thin fabric of my leggings. My tongue flicked out, wet and eager, as I stared up at him through my lashes. The air between us was thick with the scent of pine and something darker, something that made my stomach clench with anticipation.
James let out a low, guttural sound, his cock twitching visibly beneath the damp fabric of his boxers. He didn’t move at first, just stood there, his breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts as he watched me.
*"You’re sure about this?"* he asked, his voice rough, like he was fighting to keep it steady. His fingers flexed at his sides, his knuckles white.
I didn’t answer with words.
Instead, I reached up and hooked my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down just enough to expose the thick, flushed head of his cock. My tongue darted out to wet my lips, and I met his gaze with a challenge in my eyes. *"Right here,"* I said, my voice low and thick with something that wasn’t quite fear. *"Right now. I want you to shit in my mouth."*
James’s breath hitched, his cock jerking against my fingers. For a moment, he just stood there, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes dark with something I couldn’t quite name. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he stepped closer, his bare feet sinking slightly into the damp earth. His fingers tangled in my hair, gripping just tight enough to make my scalp tingle. *"You’re sure?"* he asked again, his voice rough, like he was fighting to keep it steady.
His fingers flexed in my hair, his cock twitching against my palm. "*Last chance to back out.*"
I didn’t.
My lips parted, tongue pressing against my lower teeth as I tilted my head back, eyes locked on his. The forest air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, but beneath it, something darker—something musky and hot—coiled between us. James’s breath hitched, his abs tightening as he shifted his weight.
Then, with a low groan, he let go.
The first thick, wet *plop* landed directly on my tongue, heavy and warm, the weight of it making my jaw drop slightly. My eyes watered for a second—*oh god, it’s so much*—but I forced myself to stay still, to take it. The texture was dense, almost rubbery, the taste sharp and bitter at first, like dark coffee left too long in the pot.
I gagged—*oh fuck, it’s so much*—but forced myself to swallow, the thick mass sliding down my throat with a sickening warmth. James groaned above me, his fingers tightening in my hair as another heavy load splattered against my tongue. My stomach lurched, but I kept my lips sealed, my throat working obediently as I swallowed again, the heat of him spreading through my chest like a slow, filthy fire.
The forest seemed to press in around us, the rustling leaves and distant calls of night creatures muffled beneath the wet, obscene sounds of us. James’s breath came in ragged bursts, his hips jerking forward with each fresh spurt, his cock twitching against my chin. I could feel the weight of his stare, the way his eyes burned into me as I obeyed, my throat working greedily around the thick, hot offering.
*"How does it taste?"* James demanded, his voice rough as gravel, his fingers still tangled in my hair, holding me in place. His cock twitched against my cheek, the damp heat of it pressing into my skin.
I swallowed again, the bitter, earthy taste clinging to my tongue like a dark secret. My lips were slick with it, my chin smeared with the remnants of what he’d given me. *"Like… like you,"* I managed, my voice hoarse, my breath coming in short, uneven gasps. *"Like salt and heat and something I can’t name."* My fingers dug into the damp earth beneath me, my nails biting into the soil as I forced myself to meet his gaze. *"Like you’ve been holding it in for too long. Like you needed this."*
James let out a low, guttural groan, his cock jerking against my cheek.
"Show me," he demanded, his voice rough as bark, his fingers tightening in my hair. "Let me see that pretty little tongue of yours, all coated in my shit. I want to see how dirty you are for me."*
My breath hitched, my pulse hammering in my throat as I forced my jaw open wider. The thick, bitter taste of him still clung to my tongue, the weight of it heavy and obscene. I could feel the damp heat of his cum dripping down my chin, the sticky residue clinging to my lips. My fingers trembled as I reached up, gripping his wrist for balance, my nails biting into his skin.
Then, slowly, I stuck out my tongue.
The air between us seemed to still, the forest holding its breath around us. My tongue was thick with the dark, wet mass of his shit, the texture dense and rubbery, the taste sharp and bitter.
*"Tell me what it feels like,"* James demanded, his voice rough as gravel, his fingers still tangled in my hair. *"Describe it. Every fucking detail."*
I swallowed again, the thick, bitter taste clinging to my tongue like a dark secret.
*"It’s… warm,"* I managed, my voice hoarse, my breath coming in short, uneven gasps. *"Like it’s still alive in my mouth. Thick. Heavy.
It’s so fucking heavy, James. Like you’ve been holding it in for days, just waiting to dump it all down my throat.” My voice was thick, muffled by the weight of his shit still coating my tongue. I could feel the heat of it spreading through my chest, the way it clung to the roof of my mouth like thick, bitter syrup.
James groaned, his cock twitching violently against my cheek. “Fuck, Katie,” he hissed, his fingers tightening in my hair, pulling just enough to make my scalp sting.
“You look so fucking good like this, covered in my shit.” His hips jerked forward, his cock throbbing against my cheek as he groaned, low and guttural. “I’m gonna fill that pretty mouth of yours now. You ready?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My tongue was still heavy with the thick, bitter taste of him, my throat working to swallow what little I could. But I didn’t need to say anything—my body told him everything he needed to know. My lips parted wider, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps as I tilted my head back, exposing my throat to him.
James let out a ragged groan, his cock twitching violently against my cheek. His fingers tightened in my hair, pulling just enough to make my scalp sting, and then—
The first hot, thick jet of cum hit the back of my throat, thick and salty and impossibly hot.