Page 27 of Lost and Bound
It didn’t matter anyway. I wasn’t moving.
Calder lowered himself down over me, naked now too. My cock might not have fully joined the proceedings, but his had. Huge and hard and flushed, it hung between his legs, too heavy to stand upright. His arms caged my head, hands resting on either side. He wasn’t even breathing hard, and it seemed so unfair. He leaned down until those eyes filled my vision again, until I had to close my own eyes or drown. My lips parted. I didn’t move.
He kissed me, long and deep and slow. His knees settled between my thighs, nudging them apart. I lay splayed like an offering, legs akimbo, arms spread out, as he kissed me, his tongue lazily opening me.
One hand lifted up and found my chest, fingers teasing over a nipple. Pinching, but so gently that my flesh rose to meet him, hardening under his touch, begging for more of it.
He kissed me, and played with my nipple, until it felt too sensitive to take any more, swollen and aching. Until that gentle, repetitive pinch and release built into the agony of pressure with nowhere to go. I moaned into his mouth, and I moved at last, lifting my hands to grip his forearms. I tried to still his hand and failed. His fingers squeezed my nipple again, so gently, the caress too much to take.
“Please,” I whispered in that fraction of a second between one kiss and the next. “Please, please…”
He let go at last, and the tension rushed out of me, my head swimming. He put his hand down, lifted the other, and that thumb and forefinger found my other nipple, pinching and squeezing.
It went on and on, until I was almost sobbing under him, his mouth muffling the sounds.
Calder stopped kissing me and lifted his head. I blinked away the water in my eyes, and he blurred in my vision. He lowered his head to my chest.
“Please!”
He ignored me, working my puffy nipples over with his mouth, back and forth, sucking, licking, flicking with his tongue, until my chest heaved with the sobs I tried to keep in. I couldn’t feel anything but my slick, tingling lips and my too-hot, swollen tits, and the deep, heavy ache between my legs.
I couldn’t even tell if my cock had hardened or softened. It didn’t seem to matter.
I moaned in relief when Calder stopped at last, just as I couldn’t take a second more of it without screaming, without exploding. My hands twitched, the urge to bury my fingers in his hair and drag his head back down to my chest nearly overwhelming. Back down? No, no more, no more…he laughed, very low, his breath brushing over my chest and making me sob again, just the passage of air over my too-sensitive skin a delicate agony.
He reached for the nightstand, kneeling up between my legs. I forced myself not to look at him by squeezing my eyes shut so hard I saw stars.
“On your back or on your stomach? Choose wisely, because this is going to take a while.”
My belly clenched, and I moaned. “On my back,” I whispered without opening my eyes.
It took a while. More than a while, an eternity. He didn’t bother with fingers first, simply pushing my legs as wide open as they would go, holding my cheeks apart with his hands, and working his slick cock into me one massive inch at a time.
Slowly. So fucking slowly that I could’ve screamed in frustration.
Distantly, I knew I shouldn’t have been frustrated by the glacial pace of his entry. I didn’t want that cock buried in me again, filling me so deeply I couldn’t breathe.
I pressed my knees down against the bed, keeping myself spread for him.
At last he was all the way in, my body impaled on him.
Calder lowered himself down on top of me, his weight crushing my chest and pressing me down into the bed, holding just enough of it on his elbows that I could breathe. He buried one hand in my hair, fingers wrapped in the strands, holding me still—as if he needed to. He buried his face in my hair, too, breathing me in.
And then he moved.
He fucked me with his whole body, his bulk moving like a piston, cock hardly withdrawing at all before it pushed back into me.
Chest hair rubbed over my still-swollen nipples, making me squirm, but I had nowhere to go. I couldn’t move so much as an inch in any direction, stuck on his cock and pinned down.
I wanted to relax into it, give in to the repetitive motion of him moving inside me, moving me, rocking me along with his hips. Feel nothing but that thrusting inside me, the possession of his cock.
I couldn’t. How could I, not knowing what came next? In the cell, at least what came next had been crystal-clear. And I’d had a purpose. Get Calder out, at least, even if I couldn’t. Get word to Ian and Matt. Accomplish something with my death the way I hadn’t in life. Get my revenge by proxy.
There was no purpose to this, no planned-out reasoning behind it.
Calder had looked at me, and he’d told me to go back to bed.
And I’d laid myself out for him like a slut.
