Chapter Thirteen
Brit
A warm tingly feeling between my legs woke me. At first, I couldn't grasp what was happening, until something moved against me… no, on me, between my legs. My eyes snapped open and I gasped, the sound echoing in the room.
I glanced down to check that I wasn't imagining the blissful feeling.
Nope. Fly's hand was down my underwear, his fingers swirling on me.
My mouth opened to speak as I turned to look at him, ready to slap him hard across the face.
Except, he was asleep. His eyes were closed and his breathing even.
His fingers continued and I seized his wrist and squeezed to stop him.
He grunted and blinked his eyes open. “What…?”
“You're technically abusing me right now,” I laughed as his eyes widened and he went to pull away.
I held him tight, keeping his hand on me. He lifted himself up on one elbow and frowned at me as I bit my lip.
“What are you doing?” His gaze was dark, his mouth open slightly.
“I'm giving you permission.” I released his hand.
He swallowed as he stared into my eyes, those brooding handsome eyes drawing me in without meaning to. I waited for his reaction as his hand stayed still, resting against my pelvic bone.
“We shouldn't,” he said darkly, “but fuck, I want to.”
“Then do it,” I whispered.
His hand moved down at the same time as his head. Our lips collided as his fingers swirled my clit, sending jolts through me. I leaned into him, my tongue danced around his as I inhaled his sweaty masculine scent.
He dipped a finger inside me, only to bring it out again and move it around my clit, wetting it so his finger slipped and slid over me, bringing my pleasure higher and higher.
The intensity and the naughtiness was a turn on and I writhed against him, my mouth releasing his as the tingles built, up and up.
He flicked back and forth, fast and hard, sending me over the edge.
My orgasm exploded and I went rigid, holding the back of his head as the waves washed over me.
A groan escaped me until he caught my mouth with his, kissing me gently.
When I came back down, I noticed that Fly was staring towards the wall, lips still locked on mine. I released him and followed his eye line.
“Sorry,” I said, trying to move away.
He held me to him, his hands firmly on me. “No,” he hissed, “I think I heard something out there.”
My skin went cold. Had they found us? Did someone actually live here? The possibilities sent adrenaline through my veins.
“You stay here.” He took his hand away, sniffing it as he stood up.
My mouth gaped and my cheeks flushed. Had he just smelled me on his fingers? While getting up to check for our enemies? I didn't know whether it was hot or yuk.
Adjusting his erection in his jeans, Fly moved swiftly to the door and opened it quietly. He listened to the silence, his gaze staring at the dense shrubbery in front of the door.
“I think it's okay,” he said, looking over his shoulder. “I'm thirsty after that. I'll be right back.”
Grabbing his temporary walking stick, he winked at me before leaving, closing the door behind him.
I lay back down on the bed and closed my eyes, remembering the feel of him on me.
The orgasm had been one of the most intense in my life, if not the most intense.
Shit, if he was that good with his hands, how was he with his cock?
The wildness of our situation had me fantasizing about Nate in a way that was inappropriate. But what was appropriate about this whole situation?
My hand almost wandered into my panties on its own, but I resisted, too concerned about getting caught.
He'd run away almost as soon as I'd finished, telling me what I needed to know about what we'd just done.
He was probably disgusted by my smell. I had been running, and sweating, for hours the day before.
What had I been thinking?
Sitting up, I swung my legs off the bed. I was thirsty too and there was no way for Fly to bring me a drink. I'd have to go and get it myself.
The darkness was creeping in and I blinked to try and see the floor. If there were bugs everywhere, I would have to just tread on them. Luckily, my boot heels were thick, able to destroy any lurking creepy crawlies.
I hurried to the door, and crept out. It was slightly lighter outside, even though the sun was setting. The water spring wasn't too far away so I pushed myself through the gap and headed towards Fly, who stood next to the bubbling water.
He spun around when a twig snapped under my shoe, his hands raised. I smiled when he threw a fake punch, pretending that he was boxing.
“Did I scare you?” I said, passing him and bending down to the water.
“Nu uh.” He watched me while I sipped on the water in my cupped hand.
He lowered himself beside me awkwardly, leaving his leg as straight as he could. He used one hand to support his weight and the other to drink.
“Shall I hold you? So you can use both hands?”
Grinning, he shook his head. “Firstly, you wouldn't be able to hold my weight.”
“Hey!”
He placed a finger over my mouth to silence me. “Secondly, I want this finger…” He wiggled the one on my mouth. “…to stay unwashed.”
“What? Why?” The words shot out of my mouth a split second before realization dawned. “Oh.”
The smirk on his face irritated me, but the bubbles in my stomach infuriated me. Why did I like that he wanted to keep my smell on him?
“I- You're…”
My words cut off when a sound came from the distance. It was barely audible, but it was there.
We both rose in unison and looked in the direction we had come. There wasn't a clear exit out of our hiding place, which meant…
“Get back to the hut,” Fly ordered. “Now.”
I crouched as I walked, treading as quietly as I could over the covered forest floor. Fly hobbled behind me, fast on his injured leg. A shout in the distance scared the shit out of me. I kept going, dodging through the gap and back to the hut. Fly joined me a few seconds later.
“I pulled the gap closed.” He panted. “Hopefully, no one will notice the hut if they do come this far.”
Trying to still my pounding heart, I nodded and went to the wall. “We need to listen out, and be ready to fight, just in case they find us.”
“Okay, Rambo.”
“Rambo?” I frowned at him in the darkness.
“I enjoyed seeing you crouch and run, all secret service.” He chuckled and I hit out, smacking him playfully on the arm.
Shaking my head, I put my ear to the wall of the hut and listened intently.
I was praying that whoever was out there would bypass us completely.
I didn't know whether my nerves would cope with them coming close, and if they caught us, I wasn't sure what I would do.
I just knew that I wasn't ever going back to the compound to be abused by Chad. Never.
“I think I hear something,” I whispered.
There was a faint sound in the distance. Talking. It came closer, accompanied by loud footsteps. My body shook as the leaves rustled, not too near, but not far enough away either.
Fly's arm came around the front of my neck from behind and he held me against him. I pushed down the lump that rose in my throat as I lifted my hands and held on to his thick forearm, using him to ground me.
Tears came into my eyes as the voices drifted away, their footsteps leaving us behind. I couldn't move or speak, still frozen in fear.
“I think they're gone,” Fly muttered, slowly pulling his arm away. “We gotta be quiet though.”
Anxiety washed through me and my neck burned up. My breath shortened and my limbs shook uncontrollably.
“I can't go back,” I said, my voice shaky. “I won't ever go back.”
Fly's frown was barely discernible in the growing darkness. “I know-”
“No, I mean it.” My voice rose and panic set in. “He'll rape me and beat me… I- I can never go back to that- that monster.”
“Shush!” Fly grabbed the top of my arms to stop them flapping. “They might hear you, Brit.”
“They can't hear me!” I said, unable to calm my fraught nerves. “Please, Fly, I-”
His mouth covered mine, silencing me immediately. His lips were an instant balm to my fear, calming it enough for me to inhale and relax. His closeness sent fire through my skin and down into my nerves, igniting flames in the pit of my stomach and flushing my pussy.
My arms came around him and I kissed him frantically, holding him when he lifted me and planted my back against the wall. Our breath was loud and intermingled as our tongues danced and our bodies pressed together in desperation.
The men who had been outside just moments before were gone from my brain.
All I could think about was Fly's smell, his touch and the length of his cock.
I wanted it inside me, no, I needed it. I was so deprived of touch, of love, and although he couldn't give me the latter, he could certainly give me the former.
“Brit,” he warned, his voice tight and low, “If we keep kissing, I won't be able to stop myself.”
Holding his face in my hands, I stared into his eyes, my chest heaving from the thrill of it all.
“Fuck me, Fly.”
His moan was primal. “Fuck it.”
Something snapped inside him. His mouth was on me, kissing me hard and desperately. He overpowered me, undoing my jeans and shoving them down with my underwear. I stepped out of one leg, still kissing him as he maneuvered himself out of his jeans and lifted me.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I gasped when his long thick cock pressed against my hot pussy. His own breath hitched and he growled, the sound rumbling in his chest. The desire was too much and I had to have him inside me. Now.
He obviously felt the same, not even speaking as he slipped a hand between us and guided himself to my welcoming lips. Our kisses were frantic, our breath crazy loud and when he thrust into me, stretching me wide, we both opened our mouths and moaned.
Fly bit my lip, pulling it out at the same time he pulled his cock out and pushed back inside. I bounced against the wall, my spine hitting the hard wood. My insides shook as I clung to him and held his head to me, shoving my tongue into his mouth again.
Pinning me against the wall, Fly buried one hand in the back of my hair as he kissed me and held my hip with the other. His thrusts increased, and I sucked on his lips, and his tongue, to stop myself from crying out in pleasure.
He was still growling, the sound vibrating against my tits as my pussy ate him, sucking at the length of him. He hit me deep, speeding up when I tugged his hair, hard. It felt so good to be pinned by his sweet dick. I wasn't going to last much longer.
I clung to him with everything, opening my mouth wide as he took me fast, his cock hitting me over and over until my orgasm exploded. He went still as my head leaned back and he planted his face into my neck, his voice almost choking.
Our breathing was loud as we panted, still joined, still holding onto one another. The orgasms faded and we stayed that way, sharing the moment of bliss that had come from my panic.
“Fuck,” Fly mumbled.
Chuckling, I was about to agree when he pulled himself out of me and stepped back.
He released my hair and helped me to my feet.
My wobbly legs almost betrayed me, but I leaned back against the wall.
Before I could dress myself, he bent down and helped me get my leg back into my jeans, pulling them up and fastening them.
I couldn’t think of anything to say as he went to the door and cracked it open slightly, listening. Silence filtered back to us and we both sighed.
“That was a nice distraction,” I said, unable to read his expression in the shadows.
He stayed beside the door and replied firmly. “But it won’t happen again. I don’t like taking advantage of a vulnerable woman.”
“Vulnerable…?” I giggled as I hugged myself.
His back straightened in the tiny amount of light that came through the cracked door. I couldn’t deny that I’d been a little panicky. He'd certainly shut me up. However, he had not taken advantage of me. He was afraid I wasn’t in my right mind to consent, but that just wasn’t true.
“I mean it,” he snapped. “It won't happen again.”
And just like that, the jokes were gone, the kindness gone and the tiny warm glow that had settled on my heart… gone.