I rubbed him, languid but not unhurried, until he was breathless and panting. His cock was thick and hard in my hands, and I rushed to get his clothes out of the way so I could see it in its full glory.
“So hot,” I murmured in his ear. I stroked his bare flesh, enjoying the way he shuddered and hissed through his teeth. Knowing I was making him feel so good sent a violent ripple of pleasure down my spine, sinking straight into my balls. “Fuck…”
He kissed me harder, more aggressively. He gently bit my lower lip with a whine. “More,” he begged.
He definitely did deservemore.I smiled and pushed him gently backwards so he leaned against the wall, then spread his legs, which the guards hadn’t bothered to tie up. His pants pooled around his ankles. Our unwillingness to undress completely was a silent acknowledgment that we could be caught in the act.
Ramsay’s cock was hard and dripped pre-cum against his thigh. As it flagged in front of me, I lowered myself in between his legs. He let out a groan even before my lips touched his skin. I wrapped my lips around his head, tasting him and inhaling his thick, hot musk. Ever since my pregnancy began, I’d been even more intoxicated by my mates’ scents. They were like a drug I couldn’t get enough of. I huffed and breathed him in like an animal.
Ramsay’s hips jerked with anticipation, making his cock twitch in my mouth. I sucked him in a few inches deeper and enjoyed the way he tensed and moaned. My saliva mixed with his pre-cum as I moved back and forth, letting him fuck the hot, wet heat of my mouth. I moaned softly around his cock, sending pleasurable vibrations down his shaft, and at the same time I fondled his balls.
He moaned my name, leaning his head back against the wall, eyes shut in bliss. I smiled at the sight of him so happy. It was the least I could do to give him a moment of peace and ecstacy.
I popped my mouth off to ask, “Where do you want to cum? Down my throat or in my ass?”
“Mm,” he replied, lazily licking his lips. “Inside you would be nice.”
I was secretly glad to hear him say that, because I’d missed that feeling of intense intimacy--of having my mate deep inside my body, of him claiming me with his seed. I pushed down my clothes, revealing my ass and thighs to the cool air, and positioned myself so I was hovering above Ramsay’s wet dick.
“No lube,” he murmured. “Are you gonna be okay?”
“We’ll make do.” I grunted and spat into my hand, but when I went to use it I found that my hole was already slick with natural fluid. I grinned. “Yeah, I’ll definitely be okay.”
I confirmed it by lowering myself onto his shaft. The tip of his cock breached my hole, spreading it open, and I moaned. I felt my own juices trickle down his dick. It was all so obscenely hot.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
His cockhead slowly stretched me out as Ramsay pushed inside me. My muscles trembled with effort and excitement as I helped by lowering myself onto him. Our bodies came together as one. Soon I’d swallowed him up to the base of his shaft. I squirmed, feeling his thick cock inside me and let out a sigh of satisfaction.
“Perfect,” I said.
We kissed again as I lazily rode him, forgetting our hurry. Right now in this moment, nothing mattered except the two of us and our connection. It didn’t even matter to me that I knew, in the back of my mind, we could be caught fucking--two horny hostages in a storage room. All I knew was lust and love for Ramsay.
He groaned and bucked his hips, sending his cock slamming deeper inside my ass and making me whimper with pleasure. His pre-cum and my slick juices ran together, trickling down our skin, messy and wonderful.
“I missed you so much,” I whispered, rubbing my face against his neck and inhaling his musky scent.
“I missed you too,” he replied. “More than you can ever imagine.”
Sweat rolled down my temple as I rode him harder, picking up speed as the curl of arousal grew tighter in my belly. Every slam of his cock sent hot sparks of lust through my blood, making my skin feel electric. I moaned and whimpered with each thrust. Ramsay caught my mouth again, kissing me hard and fucking me as hard as he could without the use of his hands.
“Fuck, I can’t,” I whimpered.
I came first, shooting out with a cry, and as my orgasm took me, my entire body spasmed and clenched. The extra tightness around Ramsay’s cock was enough to push him over the edge and he hissed, cumming deep inside me. I felt his fluid filling me up, making a sticky hot mess.
I held onto his shoulders, gripping him hard as I caught my breath. Both our cheeks were flushed and sweat trickled down our brows. I slowly grinned at him, and he grinned back before we both burst out into laughter.
“Well, that’s something I never thought I’d do,” Ramsay remarked.
“What’s that?”
“Fuck while being held hostage.”
I carefully removed myself from his cock, feeling the wet sensation of our mixed fluids dripping out of my hole. The intense pleasure, both physical and emotional, of having badly needed sex with Ramsay was worth this discomfort that came after.
We cleaned up with whatever we could find, which wasn’t much in the barren storage room. Since he was still bound, I ended up wiping Ramsay down with his own tattered shirt and tossing it aside, leaving his chest bared for everyone to see.
“I liked that shirt, too,” Ramsay said with a sigh.
