Captive

“Say yes, you stubborn soldier!” Sidney started poking my sides at first.

Then, he started tickling me and all my military self-control training flew out the window.

“Stop! Stop! Fine! You win.”

“What was that?” He paused and a mischievous smirk spread across his handsome face.

“I’ll go with you to Pittsburgh!” I shrieked, my chest rising and falling beneath him.

“Good soldier,” he said before kissing what’s left of my breath away.

I cupped his face, his hands curling around my wrists. He pulled away and licked his lips. His fingers travelled down my arms, along my sides, stopping at my ribs. “You’re still in your coat,” he mumbled against my neck.

I chuckled and pushed him off me so I can remove my jacket.

“And I’m wondering why I’m feeling this hot.”

“You mean, I’m not the reason?” he pouted, sitting on his heels and placing a hand over his left pecs, with his giant thighs, sculpted chest, and unfairly defined abs flexed and on display for my hungry eyes. I glanced lower at his erection straining against his boxer briefs. When did that happen?

“Did I lose the ability to turn you on?”

My eyes snapped up and I stared at him, trying to gauge whether he was joking.

“Are you serious?” I asked.

He shrugged it off and pinched my cheek. I closed my hand around his wrist, “Sid?” I raised my eyebrows at him. Then, it dawned on me.

“Do you think that I don’t want you anymore?”

“How will I know?” he said with a neutral tone, much to my dismay.

We haven’t been ‘intimate’ in weeks. We’ve kissed and slept in the same bed, but only in the most innocent of ways.

“There’s only one way to find out,” I said, straightening up against the headboard. I unbuttoned my polo shirt with his gaze following my every move. As I took off my shirt, my heart picked up speed. I knew what I was doing and it was an exhilarating feeling. I wanted him so bad and he needed to know that.

“We don’t need to rush into anything if you’re not ready,” he said, then swallowed, his gaze never leaving my breasts concealed by a sheer black bra.

“Shut up and kiss me.”

It took him three full seconds before leaping like a leopard attacking an innocent gazelle. With his lips an inch away from mine, he said, “you don’t give orders, officer. Not in here.”

His eyes were as dark as I’ve ever seen them. His tone was already ruining my panties. Then, with a stealth move, he had me beneath him and his hardness. Talk about adding injury to insult. He finally obeyed and kissed me with all the intensity I’ve known him for, the same one that made his opponents lose battles, and God knows I was losing one.

I slid my fingers into his hair, too short at the moment to get a satisfying grip on. He sucked on my lower lip and settled his hands on my knees – a neutral zone. He paused our kiss and ran his fingers over my bra. Licking his lips, his eyes demanded the permission he knew he was getting this time. Bringing his lips back on mine, his hand stroked my nipples through the thin fabric, then impatiently made its way to the strap, and gone was my bra.

His chest grazed my hard nipples, gently at first, and then with more friction. I wrapped my legs around his waist, desperate for more friction elsewhere. He groaned appreciatively.

Releasing my lips, he placed his forehead on mine and breathed heavily. His fingers traced the contour of my breasts and with a ghost of a touch, his thumbs flicked my nipples. He closed his eyes and mine followed suit.

My chest felt cold for the two seconds it took for his swollen wet lips to replace his fingers. Ever so gently, he licked, kissed, and lapped his tongue around my nipples.

“I want you, Mia,” he said with a sultry voice dripping with sex and desire.

“Me too,” I said breathlessly.

He looked up from my breasts, “you mean…” he swallowed.

“Yeah. I want you,” I said, “all the way,” I added with so much conviction, surprising my aroused self.

He pressed his lips against mind in a short, fierce kiss. He proceeded to uncover my legs one slow inch at a time, leaving me a panting mess in my underwear. His gaze raked my body as if calculating his next move. His eyes met mine all the while ridding me of my panties, exposing my folds, swollen and at his mercy. Expecting his fingers, I was pleasantly surprised when his head disappeared between my legs.

I braced myself for a quick mind-blowing orgasm, but instead, soft moans escaped me as he ever so delicately kissed my folds. With the tip of his tongue, he worked me slow and careful. Then, he pushed his tongue firmly against the spot that has been so far forbidden. He licked back and forth until my hips went up to meet his eager mouth. I cried out when he stopped. I was so close.

He shoved his boxers down and kicked them off. With his elbows supporting his weight,
he moved up my body, trailing his lips from my bellybutton to my neck. He slid his tongue over mine, always making sure I tasted what he tasted. I could feel his dick on my thigh, heavy and hot. He tore his mouth away, panting hard, and started rubbing himself slowly against my skin.

With my hands around his neck, I kissed along his defined jawline. He tilted his head slightly to give me better access and reached for the night stand. He placed a black packet with golden letters near my shoulder and focused on me.

“Are you sure?” he asked with a low voice, removing a stray hair away from my eyes. He looked so vulnerable, as if a “no” in that moment would shatter his every dream. I nodded as hard as I could and handed him the condom.

I watched him closely straddle my hips, flushed and naked and all too much to be real. His cock bobbed between his legs as he opened the squared foil, which happened only on the third attempt. I realized then that I wasn’t the only nervous person in this bed.

He slid the thin latex sheath over his heavy arousal and leaned back over me. He kissed me sloppily all the while his fingers probed lightly between my legs, circling their target every now and then. One of his thick digits dipped inside, but remained in the shallow. Another finger joined in. My head fell back as tension built up inside ever corner of my body.

He withdrew his fingers and gazed at me. There was something so tender yet erotic in his gaze that made my skin tingle. His lips travelled to my ear and he whispered, “I love you, Mia.” Only this time, we both knew his confession was going to be sealed with more than a kiss.

Then, and without any warning, he plunged his two fingers deeper, making me gasp. His face was ever so close to mine, watching my every reaction.

“This will help,” he spoke huskily.

“I trust you.”

I was too slick that he moved in and out effortlessly, adding a third finger in the process. It didn’t hurt as much as my friends have once described; it actually felt so good. I was quite familiar with Sidney’s anatomy though. I knew very well that the real thing would be a lot thicker than his three large fingers.

“I think you’re ready for me, baby,” he whispered in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. I was so turned on to the point of transmuting into hot steam.

He kissed my forehead and my lips before sitting up. I motionlessly watched him arrange my body as he pleased. From the sea of pillows underneath my head, he fetched a small one and squeezed it under my hips. Oh, that angle was likely more comfortable. He pushed my knees apart and hovered over me, the room between his cock and my sensitive skin non-existent. He captured my lips with his in a searing kiss while rubbing himself against my folds. I was fighting for air, the feeling of him so intense and he has yet to go for it.

His three fingers tested my readiness once again. Then, it started to feel different. He buried his face in my neck and released a primal throaty groan as he ever so slowly started pushing inside of me. His fingers were a trip in the park compared to the pain his cock was inflicting. I whimpered causing him to pause.

He felt big; or maybe he was truly big. I had no frame of reference. It felt like I was being split in half; I knew that much. His coos and sweet kisses eased the discomfort though. He did not move a muscle south of his waist as he whispered encouragingly in my ears words I couldn’t even string together let alone understand.

He started moving again, sliding in a little further. I was sure we still had a long way to go. I released a strained moan and clawed at his back. He kept pulling back to look at me, giving me a glimpse of his flushed cheeks and his parted lips that were begging to be kissed. And I did just that. He groaned into my mouth and pushed further.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he rasped out against my lips. He grunted and with his long arm, he blindly reached for the nightstand drawer that seemed to hold all sex-related items.

“I don’t… want… to hurt you,” he said hoarsely, squirting lube haphazardly where our bodies were still connected.

“I love you,” I whispered.

He stopped messily spreading the gel and gazed up at me.

“Now, make love to me,” I commanded softly.

He gave me a devastating smile that made my heart skip a beat. Tossing the bottle aside, he leaned down and kissed me deeply, rocking his hips gently, gliding in further and with more ease this time. His tongue in my mouth and his fingers on my breast were a good distraction from the discomfort.

He whispered something about a Band-Aid in my ear, and before I knew it, he thrusted hard and deep into me. I cried out, tears stinging my eyes. A hot burning pain was spreading like wildfire inside of me. He stilled; it wasn’t like he could have gone any further. The hilt has been reached.

“Fuck! Are you okay?” he said, our bodies still painfully connected. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked and started pulling out.

“No!” I squealed, tightening my hold around his torso, not wanting to lose the progress we made. “It’s better now. Better,” I breathed.

He kissed my face and brought his hand between us. Gently, he started rubbing my wet clit, waking up a strange yet welcome sensation in places I didn’t realize existed, places where his dick was firmly secured. From his concentrated gaze, I could tell he was holding back. His fingers started rubbing with more urgency. I reached for his arm and he got the message to go slower.

“Can I?” he asked above a whisper.

I nodded and he rolled his hips in response. He started moving in synchrony with his fingers, his pace measured like everything he’s done so far.

“Try to relax, baby. Okay?”

A mix of pain and pleasure took over my senses as I tried to enjoy him. I felt I was out of my own body, only to come back with a rush of heat leaving my fingers and toes frozen cold and my belly molten hot.

Nestled between my legs, he rocked his hips back and forth, setting a steady rhythm. I held on to his back and neck. His hot breath was a welcome distraction against my chest. While the grind of his hips was slow, it was quite hard. The burning feeling eased but the pressure that stretched me to my very limits did not.

“I don’t think… I can last… much… longer,” he said as he picked up speed, his thrusts becoming more frantic.

I arched my back and dug my fingers into the nape of his neck. I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming when pain took over pleasure. True to his word, he pumped a few more times before uttering a string of obscenities. His dick stilled and he collapsed on me, depriving me from any breath I had left.

“Sid,” I squeaked.

“Shit, sorry,” he propped himself on his elbows. He rested his damp forehead on my shoulder as he tried to catch his breath.

“Are you okay?” he asked, looking me in the eye.

I managed to breath out a “fine.” He was still inside of me. The pressure hasn’t gone down as I hoped.

“It’ll be easier to move out in a bit,” he said, shifting to kiss my forehead. I hissed in pain.

“Sorry!” he said hurriedly, pecking my shoulder. “Did, um, did it hurt?”

I wanted to smack his head. Of course it hurt. I nodded instead. It wasn’t his fault. It was my first time after all. It was bound to be uncomfortable. I was hoping it wouldn’t be this painful though.

“Like, how much? A lot?”

“Sid!”

“Sorry, uh, … I’m gonna take it out now. I think it should be okay.”

I said a quite okay. He dragged himself out, his dick a little softer. It did not feel too bad, maybe because my skin was getting painfully numb, inside and out.

He looked around and frowned.

“I’ll, um… I will clean up and come get you. Stay. Don’t move, okay?”

I nodded. As if I can move with all these overwhelming feelings taking over me. I snaked one arm over my chest and the other over my eyes to avoid looking at his condom-covered dick as he stood up and made his way to the ensuite bathroom. I was stupefied with how embarrassed I felt.

He came back a minute later, fully naked still, his dick half-erect between his massive thighs. A frown contorted his flushed face. I propped myself up and moved the pillow away. It was no longer a plain blue. It had lube stains, and smears, and… I squeezed my eyes shut.

The bed shifted and I felt his hand behind my knees, then on my back. Without a word, he picked me up with my hands covering my likely blotchy face. He sat me on the bench in his walk-in shower. I peaked between my fingers to see him kneeling in front of me with a wet cloth in his hand. Oh no, no, no, no. I shook my head firmly.

“It’s me, Mia, please. Come on, let me,” he spoke softly, his hands resting on my knees. “I need to make sure you’re okay. I feel awful. I just, you bled more than I… it’s…”

“Please stop. Don’t make it worse. Let me be,” I spoke, still hiding behind my fingers.

He placed the warm cloth on my leg and turned around. He stood two feet away with his back to me.

“I need some privacy. Please”

He turned towards me, making me jump. His eyebrows were knit together. He opened his mouth a few times to speak then shook his head and, at last, respected my wishes.

When the door closed behind him, my hands slid over my mouth to muffle a sob. I braved a hand between my legs. It was sticky and so tender. Bright red coated my finger. I held back my tears. Why was I crying? He didn’t hurt me on purpose. He took his time and was gentle and considerate. God, I was a wreck of emotions. I turned the shower on and stepped under the stream. I let the warm water wash away what’s left of my first experience.

Notes

How's everyone doing? I feel a little rusty in this type of writing. I hope you enjoyed this chapter nonetheless.

Would love to 'read' your thoughts.

Happy new week :)

Charlie