Page 97 of A Captive Situation

His eyes flashed, seeing my smirk. His other hand moved up, wrapping around my throat. “Oh. You think you’re funny, hmmm?”

So slowly, he applied pressure, pinning me in place, as he switched between my legs, and as his finger slid out, his cock thrust in.

I was almost purring. That felt so good.

His hand tightened, his finger moving so it was over my carotid. He was feeling the effect he was having as he began to fuck me. He felt how fast he could make my heartbeat race. He could feel when he began going harder, when he became rougher, how that was like putting a firework to my blood. It made me lose my shit for a second. I was mewling and writhing against him, needing more and more and more.

He was completely keeping me in place by that hand to my throat, but I could still breathe. It was a fucking possessive hold, and knowing he would kill for me made all of my organs and bones liquefy. He had that power over me. One touch, one look, and this need for him pumped so deep inside of me that it was carnal. He could strip me raw, and I’d just shiver, desperate for more.

He thrust up, jarring me against the tiles. His other hand wrapped around my hip, using that touch to anchor me so he could pound up into me at a deeper angle.

I groaned. “That’s so good.”

His hand squeezed before loosening. He dipped his mouth to my lips, grazing them. “You like when I fuck you?”

I sank my fingers into his shoulders.

“Yeah.” His mouth closed over mine, his tongue sliding inside. His hips were hitting against mine. Hard. He ripped his mouth back, his voice guttural. “You like when I fuck you.”

I squeezed him with my legs, rolling my hips with his.

We were both breathing hard. He curved over me, his forehead almost resting on my shoulder as he looked down to where we were coming together. His hand moved over, closer, his fingers splayed out. “Look at us, Sawyer. Look at how hot this is.” He moaned, moving faster inside of me. His breath caught, but he wasn’t looking away from us.

Me, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him.

When he looked up to me, there was a wildness in his eyes, making them unfocused, and then they flashed before he stopped all the sudden moving in me. I reached for him, pulling him back to me. “Don’t stop.”

He blinked away that haze, focusing, and a lazy grin tugged at his mouth. His hand inched further down, finding my clit again, and he began rubbing it. As he did, he started moving in rhythm, with slow and purposeful strokes.

Fuck. Jesus.

It was building, waiting.

Rising.

He bucked up against me harder, jostling against the wall. His eyes were heated, watching me as he was going to make me come apart under his touch. “Jake,” I groaned, raking my nails down his chest.

“Are you going to put yourself between me and a gun next time?”

He paused in his ministrations.

Oh. Oh! I saw what he was doing. I moved my hips harder over him, working us all by myself.

He growled, his hand dropping from my throat to my other hip, and he tried to hold me in place.

I moved under his hands.

“Sawyer,” he snarled, but his eyes glazed over. He bit back another moan.

“What?” I gasped, going harder, raising my entire bottom half of my body so I was fucking him instead.

His eyes fluttered because I knew how good it was feeling. It was going to send me soaring in a minute.

Another growl erupted from him, and he pulled out of me.

“What—” I yelped, but he turned me again, my front was pressed against the wall, and he kicked my legs apart, making me almost vulnerable to him. But I felt him press against my opening, and he slid inside, one of his arms wrapped around my front, hugging me to him. As he began thrusting up, power rippling from him, he began tasting my throat, over his mark, and he was deepening it. His other hand splayed out again over my stomach, sliding down, and he began rubbing me.

I wasn’t going to be able to hold out. My body was already shaking from the onslaught of sensations.

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