Page 46 of Captive

“I can’t,” I stutter out the words, tripping over them as if I’ve never spoken a word in my life. The pleasure is too much for me to bear. I don’t know how anyone could feel this way and last. “I’m—”

It’s all I can get out before I come, spilling myself in her mouth, the heated cum shooting out of me and into her throat, over and over again until I am spent. And Abby? She doesn’t pull back, doesn’t tear her mouth off my cock. Oh, no. She swallows me down like that was her plan all along.

Abby is unhurried in pulling her mouth off my length after I come, and when she finally does, she licks her lips and murmurs, “There you go. I knew you could do it.”

I might not outwardly show it, but inwardly I beam at her praise. Again, she could tell me to do anything right now and I would leap to do it. I watch as she stands and pushes me toward the bed, and I fall back, my cock swaying with each movement.

She slips off her pajama shirt—a fairly low-cut, thin material that perfectly hid the bra resting beneath it, and that bra comes off immediately after. I suck in a hard breath as I view her free tits, memorizing the way they bounce and heave as she moves. She hooks her fingers around the waistband of her shorts, and soon enough they’re at her ankles on the floor. She either wasn’t wearing panties underneath or dropped them in the same movement; doesn’t really matter which one.

Nope. It doesn’t matter, because now she’s as naked as I am and about to crawl on top of me.

“Scoot back,” she orders me, and I do as she commands. I’m so used to telling the others what to do, or what not to do, that I surprise myself with how badly I want her to keep ordering me around.

I stop when my head rests on the pillow. The sheets are a crumpled mess beneath us, but she doesn’t seem to mind as she crawls on top of me, giving me a nice view of her body, the way gravity pulls down those round tits.

When she’s finally above me, I can’t help it. I reach for her and let my hands roam over her, much like she did to me when she first took off my clothes. Over her waist, along her back, to her tits and those pebbled nipples.

Abby sits herself on my lower stomach, her legs open and wide, allowing me to see her apex in the dull lamplight. That pink space full of wonder and untold promises. Now that she’s sitting on me, I can feel how wet she is, and knowing she’s wet for me reminds me that my cock never really lost its hardness.

She arches her back as I acquaint myself with her body, grinding against me for what must be the pressure. My thumbs flick over her nipples, and she lets out a short, breathy moan. That sound would be enough to drive any man crazy.

She leans down and kisses me, and I don’t even care that I can taste myself on her lips. I don’t care when she pushes her tongue into my mouth and all but forces it. I don’t care. Literally, whatever she wants to do to me, she can. I am a willing victim when it comes to her.

While our tongues intertwine, she takes one of my hands off her chest and guides it lower, to her apex. She places it where she wants it, putting my fingers on either side of her clit, and then she grinds down on it, using my hand like…

Well, like she’s masturbating on it.

Abby knows what she wants, what she likes. She moans into the messy kiss, and soon enough she has to pull her mouth off mine and pant as her breathing becomes quicker. Her eyes close, and she straightens out her back as she rides my hand to an orgasm.

I file it all away; knowing what makes her feel good would be fantastic information to have at a later date. The sight of her riding my hand makes my cock twitch with renewed need, but right now, it isn’t about me. It’s about her and her impending explosion of pleasure.

She throws her head back when it happens, and I can feel her clit pulsate the same moment she cries out. Her thighs clamp around my midsection, but she doesn’t stop grinding against my hand as the orgasm sweeps through her. No, she keeps going, and I swear her orgasm lasts forever and a day.

It’s hot in a way nothing else can be.

Only when she’s settled from her orgasmic high does she let my hand go, and she gives me a sloppy smile and says, “Ready to get ridden, cowboy?” She bites her bottom lip after she asks that, her face flushed to the extreme. I bet mine is, too.

The only thing I can do is nod my approval. If I try to speak right now, there’s no way it’d be intelligible.

She lifts her ass off me, scooting down so she hovers against my rock-hard cock. She starts to lower herself, seconds from having my cock pierce her from below… when someone else strolls into the room.

Royal.

“Is everything okay?” he grunts out with a yawn, rubbing his eyes as he ventures deeper into the room. The moment he presents himself, Abby stops, an inch away from my cock. Royal must then finally realize she’s not alone in the room, because he’s about ten feet away when he skids to a stop and his eyes widen.

He takes us in, our position, how naked we are, what Abby is about to do. A second passes before he folds his arms over his bare chest and says, “I see rules for us but not for you, eh? How the fuck’s that work?”

Abby grins at us both, and I figure she’s waiting for me to speak. Damn it.

The only thing I can say, and it’s like pulling teeth as I say it with how badly I want her to sink down on me, is: “We can revisit the rules.”

“Damn fucking straight,” Royal says, and he storms to the door—but my relief that he’s leaving fades fast. As in, instantaneously. He doesn’t leave. No, the only thing he does is shut the door before he returns to stand next to the bed. When both Abby and I continue to look at him, he asks, “What? No way am I going to leave. Honestly? I was starting to think you didn’t even have a dick under there, Hawthorne.”

Royal’s interruption and refusal to leave is enough to make me semi-irate. My brows furrow, and I’m seconds from telling him off, but Abby shushes me by setting a hand on my chest.

“Don’t worry,” she tells me. “We’ll just make him watch and wish he was on this bed with us. You can do that, can’t you? You can let me fuck you while Royal watches?” Though she’s asking the question, it’s clear she doesn’t really expect an answer.

She doesn’t wait for me to respond. No, she takes initiative and sinks down on my cock fully, taking me inside her just like that.