Page 22 of The Hijack

I ran my hands down the sides of his body, every inch of muscle packed in for my pleasure. He was a living sculpture in the nude. Unfortunately, he hid most of his assets beneath expensive clothing all day. I wondered if I could convince him to spend Thursdays shirtless and had to chuckle at the thought.

“What?” he murmured, sucking my earlobe between his teeth.

“You should go topless more often,” I informed him.

“I will if you will,” he bargained.

Maybe if we were lucky enough to escape this life of danger, we could institute just such a schedule. Thursdays shirtless and Fridays in bed all day. That was the kind of life I was looking forward to, and now that I’d found my lover, the goal was within reach.

I circled his waist with eager hands, ready to help myself to his manhood. Flashes of previous lovemaking sessions came back to me. He was big and thick and felt like a monster between my legs. I needed him more than I’d ever needed anything before. I didn’t care about food or water. The ocean could reach up and swallow us whole, as long as it gave me twenty minutes to wrap myself around Theo’s cock.

Rubbing the front of his pants, I found his package beginning to stir. It wasn’t at full mast yet, but it was growing stronger by the second. I unzipped his fly, easing the one-eyed serpent out to play.

I licked my lips, debating whether I wanted to feast on him first, before allowing him to come inside. He made the decision for me, flipping me onto my back and coming down on top. I gazed up at him through lust-filled eyes. Everything seemed to be glowing in the morning sun. Maybe it was a dream, or maybe I was already so high on his presence that I was seeing stars. It didn’t matter. The only thing that I cared about was his tight form above me, and the love in his gaze as he studied me.

“Kiss me,” I whispered, putting an end to his breathless pause.

He complied, his lips hot with need. He broke away just a second later, pulling down the pants I had stolen from the prison guard. They slid down my thighs and off my calves with little effort on his part. Though the original owner had been young, the pants were still two sizes too big. It didn’t seem to bother Theo that I wasn’t wearing my normal clothing. I wouldn’t have expected anything to bother him, short of any injury I might have sustained. Miraculously, I had come away without a scratch. I barely even noticed the bandage on his abdomen, there were so many more important parts of his anatomy that commanded my attention.

Theo didn’t stop there. He continued to disrobe me until I lay naked on top of the sheets. I used my newfound freedom to lock him in, swinging one leg up over his hip and dragging him down.

He fell into me with the appetite of a starving man. We rolled back and forth, fighting for dominion even though we both wanted the same thing. I inched one hand free and used it to strip him of his pants. He kicked them off at the end, and finally, I could feel his cock nestled firmly against my lady lips.

The sensation was overwhelming. I felt all the fight drain out of me, leaving me gasping like a mermaid tossed on the rocks. All the anxiety of the last few days fled, and I was released from the nightmare that had gripped me. The only thing left was to join completely, to chase out all the demons that had crowded in while we were apart.

I clung to him, suddenly terrified that he would be yanked away. He seemed to understand and quit fighting. We paused on the threshold of ecstasy, having lost our way. Dimly, I felt him reach a hand between us and guide his prick into my hole.

The sudden intrusion was the jolt I needed to bring me back to life. The way he filled me, sliding down deeper and deeper until he reached the bottom, was energizing. He was like a rod of electricity, hitting home and sparking life.

I spread my legs as wide as they would go, drinking in the pleasure until I’d had enough. Wrapping myself around him, I spun to the left, impaling myself on his dick. When we landed on his ass, I came out on top, rearing up like a cowgirl atop her mount.

Theo stretched his hands up my body, cupping my breasts. His eyes were pressed shut, speaking volumes about how he really felt. I didn’t need to see either, but I wanted to reassure myself that he was there. His manhood inside me was a good start.

Chapter 12

Clark

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I EASED MYSELF UP THE length of his shaft, relishing every silky centimeter. I couldn’t believe that only minutes before, I’d been worried I would never see him again. The fact that he was alive and with me in bed was all I needed to make this the biggest orgasm of my life.

My skin felt like it was radiating; his fingertips drew ripples across it. I had a flash of one of those old paintings hanging in Abernathy’s estate. A woman wearing nothing but water lilies enticing a young man by the banks of a river. I was the nymph, and he was the soldier, come to lie down in my fertile embrace.

I rocked harder and harder, and each time I thundered down on top of him, a shudder raced through me. Relief was on the horizon. I saw it, and bucked for it, shattering reality with my desperation.

As soon as my pussy clenched, Theo sprang into action. I wanted to bring him with me, but I could tell he was holding off. With all the pressure of making the moment last, he didn’t want to end things so soon. As I climaxed around him, he shifted positions, flipping me onto my back and sliding free.

I felt the agony of his loss just as keenly as I’d felt it when I was trapped in the jungle. It was far too early to be separated. I needed him still, and no amount of pleasure would ever be enough.

He seemed to sense my heartache because he pushed my legs up onto his shoulders and went to work with his tongue. The intimate flesh at my core was swollen after the beating I had just put her through. Yet his attention was still welcome.

He circled my clit with kisses, sending jolts of electricity racing through my body. I welcomed him in when he inserted two fingers, feeling myself made whole again. And this time, when he began to tickle me from the inside, I held on to the bed sheets for dear life.

Whereas my movements had been hard and fast, his were gentle and meandering. I felt my heartbeat rise and fall as he stroked and licked me past the point of no return. I saw the sun glaring down at me through the hull of the boat, as if the walls were melting away and leaving us exposed to the elements.

Wave after wave of need washed through me, bringing me to the brink of orgasm before lowering me gently to the floor. I thought I wasn’t going to be able to take it. He was ruining me. I’d never felt such exquisite torture, and I tried to tell him so.

“Please...” I whispered, all out of words.