Page 8 of Moretti Captive
Harper grins before she tugs the shirt off over her head. “Well, if you want me, you’ll have to catch me.”
Then she turns on her heel and dashes off in the opposite direction. I’m too stunned for a moment to chase after her, but when I do, I find random pieces of clothing in her wake. WhenI catch sight of her, she’s hopping on one leg, yanking off her socks. When she sees me closing in, she squeaks and takes off again.
I’m closing in fast. Right before I’m able to grab her, something hits me in the face, covering my eyes, and I run straight into a wall. Pulling the bra off my face. I somehow lose her. I look through every room on the first floor and start to worry that I might have just given her an opportunity to escape when I hear a floorboard upstairs squeak. Rushing up there, I know there are only a few places she knows up there. My first stop is her bedroom, but I find it empty. Then I check the hall bathroom and find no trace of her. When I open my bedroom door, I think I might have an aneurysm.
She’s laying spread out on my bed, completely bare. “Took you long enough.” She smirks.
I don’t even give it a second thought as I strip out of my clothes. She’s watching my clothes disappear with rapt attention. Her eyes are hooded, and her bottom lip is trapped between her teeth. When I’m standing at the foot of the bed, completely naked like a moron, I just stare at her.
“Get up here. You said I could fuck you. You’re not planning to back out now, are you?” Her voice has taken on a husky sound.
Shaking my head, I reach for her and grab her ankle. She squeaks when I yank her body down the bed. When her ass is perched on the edge, I fall to my knees, being glad we’d gone for plush carpeting in the bedrooms. I don’t give her a chance to change her mind as I bury my face into her pussy. Her back arches, and a gasp leaves her before a low moan does.
My tongue finds the sensitive bundle of nerves, circling around it. Her hips start to wiggle, so I brace one forearm low over her belly to hold her still. My other hand trails up her thigh. Looking up to meet her eyes, I slowly push one finger into herpussy before adding a second. Her mouth slackens as I curl my fingers.
“Fuck.” She gasps as I suck on her clit.
I pick up my pace, wanting her to come at least once before I fuck her. Flicking my tongue against the bundle of nerves, she shatters with a gasping moan. When I pull away, she looks down at me with a lopsided grin. “Get up here.” She demands.
Climbing up onto the bed beside her, I reach into my bedside table to grab a small foil packet. I don’t date much, but I like to be prepared, so I’ve always got at least one box of condoms. I learned from my brother’s situation with Ivy to never trust a girl when she says she’s on the pill.
Harper grins at me, snatching the square from my hand. “Now lay back and let me fuck you.”
My brows raise at that, but I lay back on the mattress and give her what I hope is a sultry smile. Her fingers make quick work of tearing the wrapper open and rolling the condom down my length. I’m beginning to think that I might embarrass myself when she straddles me. Tingles shoot through me when her hand grips my shaft. Somehow, I manage not to rock my hips up into her when she holds my cock at her entrance.
She grins down at me as she slowly lowers herself on my cock. My hands grip her hips instinctively, though I let her keep control of the pace. I can’t keep myself from rolling my hips up to meet hers on every thrust. Her head falls back, and her hips start doing this rolling motion that makes my eyes cross in the back of my head.
Too soon, I can feel the telltale tingles at the base of my spine. I let go of her hip to reach between us with one hand. My thumb finds her clit and circles it. I cannot embarrass myself by coming before she does.
Her head falls forward, and her palms brace against my chest as her hips grind against mine. I notice that the green of her eyesis more noticeable this close when her eyes meet mine. Just for a moment, I feel trapped in her gaze before her eyes blink closed and her mouth opens on a hissed moan. Her pussy clenches around my cock, setting me off.
My eyes roll to the back of my head, and the hand still clenching her hip tightens, holding her close like she’s about to try and escape. When we’ve both come down from our orgasms, she slowly climbs off me. I look down at my latex-encased, softening cock. Standing, I head toward my bathroom. Looking over my shoulder, I see her checking out my ass while I walk away. “Give me at least fifteen minutes, and then I’ll be ready to go again.”
The grin she gives me lets me know she’s looking forward to that.
7.Vincenzo
Icame home to that girl’s clothes scattered all over the first floor. I’d been confused at first before I heard the loud moaning from upstairs. Then I heard my brother’s bed frame slamming against the wall.
What the fuck is that idiota?1thinking?
Screwing our freaking kidnap victim is beyond wild. Never thought he would do something like that. Maybe he’s trying to fuck the Stockholm syndrome right into her.
I can’t deny that the sound of her moans was enticing. I had to stop myself from going up there to see what the hell he was doing to her to make her cry out his name like that. This girl has been living in our house, and I don’t really know much about her. All I know is that Nic refuses to let her go back to the place she was living in before.
It’s been quiet for a long time, so they must have finally exhausted themselves. The house is dark, and since I’m the only one up downstairs, I don’t bother turning the light on as I refill my glass of whiskey.
It must be the shadows in the kitchen, or maybe the girl has no sense of self-preservation. There’s no other excuse for why she doesn’t see me when she walks into the kitchen wearing oneof my brother’s shirts. Leaning back against the counter, I just watch as she rummages through one of the upper cabinets on her tippy toes.
It’s not the right one, but I don’t let her know as she pulls a coffee mug down and shrugs. She gets water from the tap and leans against the sink as she looks out of the window into the back garden. Something about her draws me closer.
She doesn’t even notice when I’m close enough to feel her body heat seeping into me. Leaning down toward her ear, I whisper, “What is my little hostage doing walking around the house freely.”
She jumps, and a squeak leaves her. I pull my head back fast as she whips around to look at me. Her breathing is quick and rapid. “I uh… was thirsty.”
One brow arches up as I stand up to my full height. “My brother just lets you wander around in the middle of the night, wearing basically nothing? What if my daughter saw you?”
She surprises me by scoffing at that. “I already know she’s not here for the week. I would have put more clothes on otherwise. You really think I’m that irresponsible? Besides, I thought I was the only one awake. The house was quiet.”
