Chapter 5 – Ferrin #2
“All right.” She stands and waits for me to do the same. She’s more subdued than she was earlier, and I appreciate that. The less emotion from her, the better. “I’ll bring you your things.”
I smirk at her. “Or you could give me my knapsack.”
“I can if you want. I pulled the gun from it earlier, and the necklace is hidden elsewhere.” Without waiting for a response, she leaves me and goes into her bedroom. A moment later, she returns with my knapsack and hands it to me. “Don’t take too long.”
I go into the bathroom and shut the door. Christ, this is a mess I’ve gotten myself into.
Somehow, it makes me laugh.
I get in the shower and wash my hair with her girlie shampoo and body wash, trying to ignore the scent and the mental images I conjure.
Only it’s no use. My blood heats, and my cock thickens.
I’m being held captive by a stunning woman, and all she wants me for is a ride—not on my dick—and to act as her bodyguard. It’s a first. I’ll say that much.
With a rueful shake of my head, I gather some of her conditioner and take my cock in my fist. Might as well.
The steam from the shower surrounds me, as does her scent, and I lean my forearm against the tile, plant my forehead into it, and close my eyes.
Instantly, I’m assaulted with visions of her.
You’d think it would be any other woman I’ve been with in my life, but no.
“Ferrin,” she whispers, gliding her soft hands into my hair and cupping the side of my head.
She’s naked and gorgeous with handful-sized tits, a narrow waist, a soft belly, and a pretty pink cunt.
I lick my lips and release a sigh as I move my hand up and down my shaft, twisting my wrist to make sure I get the spot on the underside of my head.
Her hands run down my body, and mine return the favor, learning her curves and all the spots that make her gasp and moan for me.
She blushed so pretty for me earlier, and I could see her nipples harden when I told her I could make her come. She’d be so sweet and supple beneath me. So open and willing. She’d beg. I’d make sure of it. The thought makes me groan, and my fantasy comes alive once more.
She rocks into me, rubbing her slick skin against mine as she pulls me in and kisses me. My hand goes between her legs, and fuck, her cunt is so wet. So fucking wet for me. And when I slip a finger inside, so goddamn tight. My little virgin whimpers for me.
“Please,” she pleads, kissing me harder, her hands hot on my skin. “I need you inside of me. Now. I can’t wait.”
I fuck my fist faster, groaning and grunting, needing to be inside her too, to feel her around me.
I want to taste her. I want to swirl my tongue in and out of her and swallow her cum.
I want to tie her up and hold her open and lick her out for fucking days.
Then I’d really have her begging. But I’m already too close.
Too hot. I can’t hold back, so I pick her up and shove straight into her.
I squeeze my cock nearly to the point of pain, imagining this is how she’d feel on that first thrust. Stars dance behind my eyes, and I fuck into her, ramming in as deep as I can go.
She’s moaning and writhing, and her perfect tits are up by my face.
There are too many things I want to do, and I know if this were real, she’d be in tears with how hard I’m giving it to her, but fuck if that doesn’t make this better.
I bet she’d cry and bleed so pretty for me.
And that’s all it takes.
The thought of her tears and her blood and me taking her rough and hard and fucking the virgin straight out of her has me shooting all over her shower walls. I smother my mouth into my arm as my hand continues to pump, slowing down as my orgasm ebbs.
I pant out a breath and an incredulous laugh. Shit, that was better than it should have been. Or perhaps I’m simply hard up. I haven’t fucked in months. Not since I set my sights on the necklace and started working for that.
I finish showering and step out to dry off and get into clean clothes. It feels incredible, and I’m looking forward to sleep, more than a little exhausted.
With my hair still wet and my eyes alert, no longer fogged by lust and steam, I leave the bathroom.
She’s waiting for me almost directly on the other side of the door, and I wonder if she was there the entire time.
If she heard me. Maybe it would be better if she did, and she’d finally change her mind about this.
“Ready?” she asks softly. She’s changed.
She’s wearing a different tank top and sleep shorts.
Her golden, tanned legs are on full display, and I can see the outline of her nipples.
Her long, long hair is behind her shoulders and off her face, and it’s as if I didn’t come to her less than five minutes ago with how I’m already getting hard again.
She’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Let’s do it.” I smirk. She’s not amused.
She leads me to the long leather sofa and ties my wrists together, then to the wood beam the sofa abuts. Then she’s gone. No goodnight or see you in the morning or asking about a plan. She uses the bathroom, and a few minutes later, I hear the rustling of her bed.
I close my eyes, and uneasiness falls over me for the first time all day. This is only the start of things, and I have no clue what to expect over the next several days with her.