Page 29 of Captive

It’s everything. It’s fairytale stuff, minus the dead guy two feet away.

It’s not long before I feel something hard pressing against me, and when I moan a third time, the hand Royal kept on my face drops to my ass, and soon enough I’m being picked up, whirled around, and pushed against the wall, and not once during the move do our mouths break their lip lock.

All the teasing. All the comments. Maybe they didn’t mean a thing in the beginning, but now…

Now I want it all. I want more. I want everything Royal has and then some.

And Royal? It is beyond clear, as in crystal-freaking-clear, he wants the same thing.

Things happen fast after that. Things move so quickly neither of us have time to stop and think if this is a good idea or not. Does it matter? Right now, in the heat of the moment, the resounding answer to that question would be no.

Royal’s mouth moves off mine, dropping to the base of my neck. I shiver when those ravenous lips of his trail kisses along a part of me that’s a thousand times more sensitive than I ever knew. He keeps his hands hooked beneath my knees on either side of him, his body all I need to stay right where I am. I set my arms over his shoulder, moaning even louder.

I can’t help it. It feels too good.

He nips at my jaw, and I let out a soft whine. I can’t remember ever wanting something so badly in my life before. My entire body is on fire—because of him. Because of who he is and what he does. I want so much more than a make-out session against the wall.

I want to be fucked against said wall.

“How long do you think we have before Ezra comes back?” I whisper, and Royal responds by grunting and nipping at my ear. “I’m just saying… if you’re quick, we can—”

Turns out, I don’t need to say anything else. He’s on the same wavelength as me. He lets go of the undersides of my knees to tear off everything below my waist. With my arms firmly wrapped around his neck, I hold myself up while he frees the most important part of me.

The next thing that comes out? Should be pretty obvious: his cock.

I don’t have a good vantage point from where I am, but when he spreads open my thighs once again and invites himself between my legs, that hard cock leading the way, I have the feeling I won’t be disappointed in its size or its skill.

I throw my head back when I feel the tip of that cock prodding my entrance, and my lower half is as relaxed as it can possibly be as Royal pushes inside of me. And I swear I see stars when that dick pins me against the wall.

Wow. Just… wow. It’s been so long, I forgot what it can feel like, how amazing it can be. I forgot how it feels when you actually want something so badly you can’t think straight. My life has been devoured by the hunt, by me working to sharpen my killer skills, that having a nice, hard fuck was the last thing on my list of things to do.

But Royal here is ready for the challenge, and as his body gets to work, as his midsection grinds against mine, I lose myself in the moment, even if it doesn’t last. If it’s just a one-time thing, then that’s what it’ll be.

His cock plunges into me with record speed, my back thumping against the wall in sync with his body. A low, animalistic growl leaves his chest, and I close my eyes and surrender to the sound, to the way our inner beasts collide. If this is how it is for other people, I totally get it now. I understand why some people are willing to throw everything away for connections like this.

“Fucking hell,” he murmurs against my ear, “you feel so good. So. Goddamned. Good.” Each word is accompanied by either a grunt or a groan, and is spoken in line with his hard thrusts.

I want to tell him he feels good too, that this is the kind of sex it should be every time, but no words escape me. The only sounds that can come from me are moans that match his.

He pounds into me with wild abandon. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s been so long, or maybe it’s because it feels too damn good—or, hell, it could be the simple fact we aren’t supposed to do this—but a low pressure starts to build within me on its own accord.

I can’t fight the feeling. It’s too powerful, too strong to ignore, and soon enough it sweeps over me like a tidal wave, the kind of immensely powerful action that cannot ever be stifled.

The heat, the pleasure; it’s all too much. I throw my head back and bang it on the wall in the process, but the sudden pain from such action doesn’t even register in my brain. The pleasure drowns everything else out, and I moan loudly as my thighs try to squeeze together and my inner core tightens.

Royal’s wide chest rumbles in what must be appreciation, and just when I think he can’t possibly go at me any harder, he does just that. His speed picks up, and as I ride out the high from my orgasm, he must chase his own release.

His pleasure follows suit. He rockets forward, practically snuffing out the air in my lungs in the process, but the moan that leaves his throat tells me everything. Though I can’t see his face, though his nose is buried in the crook of my neck, the pleasure filling him is enough to choke. Short, rapid-fire bursts of speed between my legs and a low warmth are the signs that an orgasm took hold of him.

It’s a few moments before he slows down, and then he remains buried inside my core, holding onto me like I’m his lifeline—the same way I currently hold onto him. He nuzzles against my neck, whispering, “Fuck, you’re enough to drive me crazy.”

And then he lifts his head and stares deeply into my eyes, adding, “And I thought I was already crazy.”

It’s such an out of pocket thing to say, especially after what we just did, that I can’t help but laugh. I laugh like it’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard, but I try to keep relatively quiet, not knowing when Ezra will make his reappearance. The sound that comes from me is a stifled chuckle as Royal is slow in pulling his cock out of me.

He sets me down, and after we untangle from each other, we work to put ourselves away. It’s a racing game for me, since a certain something starts leaking out pretty much right away, but I manage to catch the cum with my panties before it has the chance to fall to the floor.

How awkward would it be if we’re caught because of some semen?