“Lose the shirt,” he said, and she gripped the hem dragging it off her chest as if it was on fire.
“Didn’t think it was possible.”
“What?” She was thrown off by his comment.
“You being sexier than in my imagination.” His stare held hers but her mind was set on his words. She had a few boyfriends from her past. Nothing too long and overly exciting. It was her who ended it with them. She was always left wondering if relationships were supposed to be average, lacking the excitement.
He leaned over her body, grasping the hem of her panties, slowly dragging them down her legs. Her heart raced and she could hear her erratic breath waver.
This may not be a relationship but she’d never been so eager for sex in her life. She reached down to her stomach grazing her finger lightly over her skin. His eyes trailed her fingers. His face hardened in a way that had her reaching lower sliding her hand over her neatly trimmed landing strip. His eyes shot up and his lips spread into a smile.
“Aw…pretty girl, you playing me?”
She smirked shaking her head slowly as she slid her hand down to her pussy and swirled the moisture around her clit. A few more light strokes and she’d send herself into a coming frenzy before he even entered her.
“Fuck,” he whispered. He ripped the small square that she now realized was the condom between his teeth spitting out the piece on the floor. He covered his long shaft and came over her. His mouth landed on hers as he angled himself between her legs. He gripped her wrist that was playing with her clit and held it over her head against the bed.
“Only one making you come is me.”
“Then make me come.” The words flowed without any thought. She refused to analyze and break down what was about to happen between them. She was about to have sex with a man who basically kidnapped her and was holding her hostage. That may have been a stretch but what she was doing was irrational, risky, and plain old stupid. And she didn’t care.
Bogs growled. “Look at you, all demanding. I like it.” The crown of his cock lined up with her entrance and she gasped at the intrusion. It had been a while since she had sex. He slid in slowly until he was fully seated deep inside her. His head lowered, kissing her neck as he withdrew and entered her again.
She hadn’t expected him to be so gentle. Her fingers trailed his back as he slowly fucked her, deepening his thrusts, and making her squirm and moan. His hips shifted in a side angle and she gasped at the feel of his cock riding hard against her spot. She crawled around him pulling his body deeper into her, tangling her legs with his as she dug her heels into the mattress.
She struggled with her arms raised over her head. She wanted both hands on him. But he tightened his grip and his lips lingered down her neck to her breast. He licked slowlythen suckled her nipple between his lips. She bit back her moan through gritted teeth. So many men ignored the breasts, but not Bogs. He knew exactly what he was doing.
His hips rocked deep into her and she followed in sync with his movements. His pace quickened and she moaned as she clenched her fists. Her head pressed deep into the bed and her toes curled as he drove into her deep and steady, rocking her into the bed hard. She could feel every inch of him. He sucked with strong pulls on her breast sending her over the edge of coming. She’d never had an orgasm from sex unless assisted with clit play. Bogs would be the man to do the impossible. She tightened her legs like a vice grip. Her body shivered and her breath hitched as she came. The tingling hum over her body gave way to the longest orgasm of her life.
His hand released her wrist but her arm stayed limp over her head. She could barely move in her euphoric state. His elbows rested beside her head and he stroked his cock inside her. She gripped his waist with one hand, reveling in the sound of his groan with each thrust. She could feel the hardening and almost growing size of his cock as he pounded inside her. The moisture from his skin brushed up against her as he curled into her neck. His hips rocked into her again and again, before slamming hard against her one last time and seated himself deeply inside her, his body jerked, and a soft muffled groan near her neck made her slowly smile.
Aside from one dirty talking ex-boyfriend, the others she had been with had been close to mutes in bed. She had been fine with that until she heard Bogs groan. A husky, gravelly, throaty sound she couldn’t wait to hear again.
His nose nuzzled against her ear reminding her of a cat. God, could he be any more perfect? Her fingers caressed over his damp back. It hit her in that moment should feel awkward. She hardly knew this guy and the situation she was currently in should not have included sex with her kind of, sort of, captor.
He shifted his arms down around her waist and rolled to his back taking her with him. Caught off guard by the move, she braced her hands on his chest. The idea that he was still inside her didn’t seem to faze him at all. He wrapped his arms around, landing at the curve of her ass and took a deep breath.
“Didn’t want to crush ya,” he whispered.
Perfect. Her stiff rigid back relaxed slightly and she slowly dropped her cheek to his chest near her hands. The rhythmic beat of his heart pounded in her ear. She would memorize that sound.
Eventually when they got up, she knew the awkwardness would come, but for now, she’d revel in how comfortable and euphoric she felt lying on top of a stranger who might just be the hottest guy on the planet. She closed her eyes and smiled.
****
Bogs hit his keyboard with the veracity of a champ. This is what he lived for, tracking people down. This was supposed to be done last night but with Kenzie taking up residency in his spare room slash office, he was now down to crunch time, to get the details and location of the last jumper. Stone and T were headed out tonight on this job.
His phone rang, the third time in the last fifteen minutes.
“Bro, you’re like a stage five clinger.”
“Fuck you, asshole, you said ten minutes, and that was over thirty ago.”
“Got held up. Seriously, man, you gotta relax. Are you getting laid enough? Do I gotta talk to your girl?” Bogs typed quickly on the keyboard.
“Bogs, man, I am not in the mood.”
Bogs kept his pace of typing and snickered. “Are you ever in the mood?”
