Strain

"I told you to watch it." Everette grumbles under his breath, straining in vain to get your hair out of his face.

"Stop squirming!" You exclaim, feeling your hand sinking deeper with each struggle. "You're making it worse."

A pungent mix of earth, tobacco, and some type of musky cologne invades your senses as your face presses against the man's torso.

"You're crushing me." He retorts irately, now trying to move his arms despite your continued warning.

Your words quickly cut off when he's successful in freeing one of his arms and swiftly wraps it around your waist. Before you can question his motives, he lurches to the side causing you to tumble over as your arm is freed in a somewhat painful burst.

"Ow!" It's your turn to struggle as the weight of the larger man crashes down upon you.

"Shit! Sorry..." Everette apologizes somewhat sheepishly, his warm breath brushing against your neck as he speaks. "I thought that would help."

"Are we still stuck?" You gasp in between shallow breaths. "I don't see how you now crushing me is helping."

"Just hold still."

You bite your tongue despite your annoyance. Thankfully for the man you're far better at listening to directions than he and begrudgingly cease your struggle. Droplets of sweat begin forming and trickling down your flushed face as you're **** to continue breathing in humid air tainted with his strong aroma. You can't help groaning in discomfort as his weight continues bearing down on you.

"I don't think this is working." You manage to breathe out when he finally pulls away slightly.

He doesn't reply, instead you continue to feel his hot breath rake against your skin as he pants lightly. Groaning again, you shift your weight around beneath him trying to find a slightly more comfortable position. You feel his figure stiffen when your hip brushes against something unexpectedly firm. You're also quick to freeze once you realize what it is you're pressing against. You didn't think it was possible to blush harder than you currently are but you swear you feel your face heat up another 10 degrees.

"I told you to stop moving." The man growls before shifting away to the best of his abilities. "Fuck this."

Before you can react, he presses back down against you with enough **** to push you back into the mud another inch. Your eyes widen in confusion before he pushes back up as though doing some type of press up. To your surprise and relief the **** and momentum is enough to free the man enough to sit up. Still blushing, you look away as he catches his breath again before getting to his feet.

"Here." He offers, reaching down and grasping one of your arms.

It takes a little effort but he's eventually successful in pulling you out of the muddy confines. Sighing wearily, you sink to your knees on the first firm bit of ground you find.

"I don't know about you," Everette breaks the silence a few moments later. "But I'm never going hiking again."

You glance at him tentatively, trying to gauge his emotions. Unlike you, he seems to have quickly recovered from the whole ordeal, even the unspoken parts. You wish you could say the same, however, you're far too tired now to worry about it. Instead, you take his hand when he offers it and allow yourself to be pulled up again. It's far more cautious and effortless this time. Despite being free and back in the cool evening air, your face still feels emblazoned as you quickly pull your hand away once steady. Wordlessly, you turn and the two of you begin making your way back to the house.