Captive

“Two weeks?” I exclaimed when Crosby was telling me about how fast one could lose muscle mass and strength if they suddenly stopped working out. “Even for a pro athlete?” I asked still surprised.

“Yep. Could you time the next set please,” he said as he proceeded with his push-ups.

Crosby was having a much harder time than me when it came to our inactive state. As soon as he could bend down without wincing, he started working out with what we had: a floor, a bed, and gallons of water.

“Don’t overdo it though. Your scars are still fresh,” I reminded him as I held his watch at eye level.

“My personal nurse will give me a massage,” he said with a wink.

His thick arms were pushing his sweaty, topless body off the concrete floor under the watchful eyes of his said nurse. In fact, his nurse that was too distracted to stick to her new job description as the “personal trainer.”

“Time!” I said fifteen seconds past the sixty-second mark, but he didn’t need to know that part.

“Fuck! Forty one!” He shouted with frustration as he headed to the sink to splash his face with water.

“Hey, go easy on yourself,” I said gently. “You had stitches 3 weeks ago, you’re still healing.”

“You don’t get it! I used to do fifty-five in one minute!” he said as he paced around.

He didn’t know that it was actually a minute and fifteen seconds. I should keep my mouth shut.

“I’m out of shape, badly,” he said discouraged.

I didn’t want to be the jerk who tells him that his shape was not a priority, or that he did still look like a Greek god; so, again, I kept my mouth shut.

We were both losing weight, no need for a scale to figure that out. Working out has kept us both busy and has helped Crosby manage some of the stress. It backfired sometimes when he would realize that he was not at the same level he used to be. For an athlete of his caliber, muscle weight was a huge deal and he was freaking out.

I placed my hand gently on his shoulder, “you’ll get there,” I said as he turned to face me.

“How? I need weights, I need to bench press, I just need to get out of here!” he said with defeat as he leaned down and put his forehead on my shoulder.

“I’m heavy enough,” I suggested as I stroked his sweaty back. He gave me an “are you serious” look. “What? I should have you know that I’m 125 pounds, heavier than all these gallons combined,” I said with a sly grin.

His lips twitched and a devilish smile appeared. Before I knew it, he had me in his arms and was walking towards the shower.

“What are you doing?” I squealed.

“Weights,” Crosby said right before pressing me against the wall below the shower. I flung my arms around his neck to avoid falling as he reached for the shower handle.

“No! You wouldn’t –”

But he did. The water came falling down on both of us as he set me down and pulled my body roughly against him, my chest flush to his bare, rock-solid one. He brought his lips to mine and immediately silenced my protest.

We kissed just like we’ve been kissing for the past week. Only this time, I could feel that kissing was not going to cut it. My cellmate wanted, or maybe needed, so much more than what I could give, so much more than we could do in our situation. We should not let this newfound attraction between us or the stress push us into making this mistake.

“Sidney,” I whispered when his lips moved to my jaw and his hands were slipping lower and lower on my back. He stopped and looked at me with hooded eyes.

“I love it when you use my first name,” he said huskily. “Now, come on, take off your clothes and let’s shower, you’re all wet anyway,” he whispered, his eyes impossibly dark.

“It’s cold. And I… I showered already, I’m good,” I managed to say hurriedly while still in his strong embrace.

“You’re not getting out of this,” he warned as his fingers gripped my waist tightly. I gulped but kept my gaze locked with his.

“What? It’s not like you’re gonna make me,” I challenged him, though I knew I was losing the fight. My body was betraying me. I hated how my desires were taking over any reason left in my head.

Crosby took that moment of hesitation to bruise my lips once again. His hands clutched my knee and he wrapped my legs tightly around his wide frame. I clung to his shoulders for support. He used the wall to keep me in place, not missing out on any opportunity to make me feel how aroused he was.

His lips so expertly found my sweet spot that he discovered earlier that week. “Come on, it’ll be fun. We both need it,” he spoke breathlessly in the crook of my neck.

It will definitely be fun, and we most definitely needed it. But there was more than one issue with this kind of fun.

“We don’t have protection and someone may come,” I managed to say. I was trying to convince myself more than him; I could hear it in my voice. Crosby squeezed his eyes hard and put his forehead on mine, our bodies still molded so perfectly together.

“In the 31 days we’ve been here, they never showed up twice, except one time,” he said. Then his mouth went to my ear and he whispered, “and, I won’t…um… we don’t have to... go all the way.”

As he suggested what I thought he was suggesting, his hand travelled between us and landed on my crotch, making sure I got his point. He pressed ever so lightly, but my breathing hitched all the same. He stroked me with his fingers, increasing the pressure bit by bit, giving a glimpse of what he could do to me.

I couldn’t speak. What would I say anyway? So, I kissed him hard in response and shamelessly allowed him to touch me. I guess even that was not enough for him because the next thing he did was pressing me harder against the wall, his left hand taking residence between my legs, while his right hand reached under my shirt and started creeping higher towards my chest.

I could feel my nipples trying to pierce through my wet shirt that has become like a second skin. Both Crosby and the cold water were to blame.

His fingers finally grazed the swell of my breast. That was it, I thought. If I don’t stop him now, I may never be able to. He did not leave me enough time to react as he detached his lips from mine and inhaled sharply when he palmed one of my breasts fully. He squeezed and I moaned in pleasure.

I haven’t realized that I had closed my eyes until he moved away, removing his hands all too soon. I looked at him for a second before he was lifting off the shirt over my head. I was topless in front of his hungry eyes. He ran his fingers over my chest and bit his lips.

“Damn,” I heard him say before closing the gap between us once again. This time though, he did not go for my lips. My head started spinning from all the wonders his mouth and hands were doing to my breasts. It was a new experience for me, a wonderful experience. If I die tomorrow, I will have no regrets. I will die knowing full well what it was like to be touched by him. So, I put aside my military hat that kept my impulses and desires in check, and I let myself enjoy this moment with Crosby to the fullest.

I had no complaints when Crosby moved his hand between us and inside my pants. His fingers pressed hard against my core that was still covered with the briefs I was wearing.

“Oh God,” I couldn’t help but whimper at the feeling.

As water continued to pour on our almost naked bodies, Crosby wasted no time to rid me of my pants and briefs. I instinctively squeezed my thighs together making him stop in his tracks. He stroked my cheek, “we can stop,” he whispered. He thought I wanted to stop, but I didn’t want to. I wanted him as badly.

Words betrayed me, so I did the next best thing. I revealed the most intimate part of me to him and took his hand in mine to place it back over my chest. He squeezed my nipple in response and kissed my lips hard. “Can I touch you, Mia?” he mumbled against my lips.

I moaned a yes as I took his other hand and brought it slowly to my core. I couldn’t wait to feel his fingers on me. He touched me in the most delicate of ways, passing his fingers gently between my folds, back and forth. He held my face in front of his and looked me deep in the eye as he continued to tease me between the legs. He briskly moved his hips and rubbed himself against my stomach, desperate for friction.

“Touch me, please,” he begged, not meeting my eyes this time.

With shaky hands, I reached for his enlarged crotch that was covered with one thin layer of cotton. I gulped as my fingers made contact with his hard cock. What do I do now? Does he want me to stroke him?

All thoughts dissipated when his middle finger started circling my clit. I moaned and rested my head back on the wall. My hand started working him without a second thought. I rubbed his length and I heard him curse. He stepped away for only a second to remove his briefs out of the way.

I stared with wide eyes at his fully naked form. He was hot and that look he gave me said it all. He wanted to ravish me and I shivered at the image. He pulled me away from the shower in one swift move. He brought our two wet naked bodies together and kissed me fervently.

“Bed,” he said hoarsely against my lips.

As I walked to the bed, I heard him turn off the shower. I felt his hand on my back and a towel wrap around my torso. He pulled me against his front and started nibbling on my neck. He seemed too impatient, unwilling to pause our make-out session to dry me properly. I spun around, still tethered to his body by the towel, and started walking backward dragging him with me towards the bed. At this point, I didn’t care if the sheets got wet.

“Zahra.”

“Oh my god, he’s here!” I squeaked. That was the mailman’s voice talking in Arabic to the teenage girl. They were still at the other door.

Crosby hurriedly fetched new clothes from where we had arranged them under the bed. He threw a shirt at me and wore new briefs at lightening speed. We got dressed by the time the mailman worked the series of locks on our prison door. I threw the shirt over my head and hid under the blanket since I was still without bottoms. I pretended to be sleeping as I tried to subtly grab any pants I could reach from under the bed.

When the mailman walked in with Zahra, I was still covertly putting on pants while Crosby was struggling to hide his erection in the tight briefs. And that’s why we should have listened to me. But who was I kidding? I was as culpable as he was.

Crosby looked quite flustered as he held the curtain-serving towel in front of his stomach pretending to dry himself. However, the mailman’s full attention was on me as I peered at him from under my safety blanket.

“You, get up,” he addressed me dryly. From the corner of my eye, I could see Crosby step closer and stand at my side.

I pulled myself slowly from under the blanket. My eyes were moving from the mailman to the girl, trying to gauge what they were up to. “We don’t have all day. Stand up! Hands behind your back,” he ordered, pointing his gun at me. That was convincing enough for me to get up.

I whispered an “okay” and complied. When Zahra turned me around to handcuff me, I was face to face with Crosby. A deep frown was on his face. He drew a shaky breath, “Where are you taking her?” he asked faintly.

“She knows,” I heard the mailman say gruffly behind me.

Crosby gulped, his eyes never leaving mine. He nodded slowly then looked over my shoulder when Zahra tugged at my tied wrists.

When she turned me around, the image of Crosby’s handsome features was replaced by a navy blindfold.

With a voice laced with fear, Crosby said, “Please, don’t hurt her,” as they walked me outside the cell.

“Mia,” I heard him call after me from behind the locked door. The way he said my name brought tears to my eyes. Will I ever get to see him again? The thought of never seeing Crosby again was oddly what terrified me the most in that instant.

I gathered some strength and shouted, “I’ll be fine!” My keepers did not seem to mind my yelling. So I added right before we reached the second door, “I’m a smooth talker, remember?” I wanted to reassure him, maybe get him to laugh, or at least smile. It was important to me that he’d be okay. I knew what it felt like to be on the other side of that door when it was his turn to be taken to the unknown.

What awaited me behind the second set of doors was nothing I could have imagined. What happened to us next was beyond my wildest guesses.

Notes

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