Captured(53)

“You’re so goddamn sexy, Derek. You are. I hope you know that. You’re not just handsome — I mean, you’re that, too, but you’re sexy. You’re gorgeous.” She’s going slowly, my cock stretched out to keep me from coming, sliding up and down so, so slowly it’s making me insane. But I listen, and listen well, because I really need to hear what she’s saying to me. I need the reaffirmation, too. “I don’t know if I’m allowed to use this word this soon between us, but…I love your cock. I love the way it feels. I love the way it looks in my hands. So big, so thick. It’s straining, isn’t it? Does it hurt yet?”

She twists her neck to glance at me.

I gasp, swallow hard. “Yeah, it hurts.”

“You want to come?”

I nod. “Fuck—f*ck yeah. God…damn, Reagan. What the hell are you doing to me? I want to come so bad.”

“I’m doing what you did to me, hopefully.” She takes my dick in both hands now and pumps me up and down, hard and fast, still straining away from my body. “Where? Where, Derek? Where do you want to come? Tell me.”

“Anywhere.”

“In me? On me?” I look into her eyes. She’s getting a rush from this; her pupils are dilated, and her breath is coming fast.

“How—shit, shit, I’m so close—how am I supposed to decide?”

She slows, shifts closer. I can feel her breath on my cock. “Like this?”

“You…if you want to….” That’s what I want, so bad, but I wouldn’t ask her.

I used to tell girls to suck my dick all the time, and they would, but Reagan…she deserves better, deserves more, deserves to be treated like f*cking gold, get what she wants, make herself happy.

Her cheek is on my stomach, over my navel, and she’s got her slim little hands around my cock and going so slowly, and I’m seriously about to beg her to let me come, because I’m still just barely holding back, and I can’t anymore. God, yes. Yes. She lets my cock go flat against my stomach. She cups my balls in one hand, massaging them with her warm, gentle palm. Strokes me hard and fast near the top, short hard strokes, and I’m done.

“Reagan, Jesus, Reagan….”

“You’re coming?”

“Uh-huh….”

“Hard?”

“Fuck…so hard.”

She moans, a murmur in her throat, and slides her face away. I come, a gushing explosion that has me juddering and shuddering and grunting. I feel the stream jet out of me, hitting my stomach. She lifts my cock and takes me into her mouth for the second surge, and she’s not stroking me, no, she’s caressing me, soft, slow, gentle caresses of my length. Reagan is taking just the head of my cock between her lips, and it’s just too good to believe, that she’s doing this to me.

“Oh, god, Reagan, f*ck, oh, my god.”

“Mmmm.”

And then I’m out of her mouth, the air cool on the wetness of her saliva and my come coating my cock, and she’s still slicking her hand down my length, up over the tip, smearing the juices and stroking until I’m helpless to do anything but curl up and arch my back and thrust my hips, groaning. I feel a third gush of come splash out of me, watch it cover her fingers and drip down her knuckles. She grinds her fist down to my root and takes me in her mouth again, sucking until I feel myself clench again and let go with one last, small surge.

And then she’s sliding up my body and cradling her head against my chest, still gently and idly stroking my cock. “I can’t believe how much you came,” she says.

“You do something to me,” I tell her. “You make me crazy. Make me so hard.”

“You do the same thing to me.” She buries her face in my skin. “I can’t believe I did that.”

“What?”

She squeezes me. “This. With my mouth. I wasn’t going to. I didn’t think I wanted to, or—or didn’t think I was ready. But I felt you, felt how close you were, and I liked it. I liked knowing I could make you feel that way. And I liked how your cock looked and felt. I liked touching you. Tasting you.” She giggles into my skin, and then turns so her voice isn’t muffled. “I remembered how hot it was when I made you come behind the barn, and I thought maybe…. I was nervous. Could you tell?”

“You didn’t have to,” I tell her. “This was supposed to about you, making you—”

“I didn’t have to. I wanted to.” She looks at me. “Could you tell I was nervous?”

I shake my head. “No. All I knew was how f*cking incredible it felt. And how hot you are.”

Somehow, for reasons I can’t guess at, there are no more words needed between us right then. She rests her hand on my chest, the other pillowed between her face and my chest. I’m holding her close, grazing her back, waist, and ass. My other hand goes out from beneath my head, and I find her hand. We thread our fingers together on my chest and hold hands, listening to the birds and the wind and our heartbeats.





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REAGAN





I’m drowsing, but I’m not sleepy. I’m content. Sort of. For the moment, at least. That was fun, doing that to him. I liked it. I liked the power I had to drive him crazy. To give him such intense pleasure. And it was for him, to make him feel good. It was also for me. Cutting loose. Doing things I never thought I’d do again. Giving in to my deepest desires. It made me feel free and alive and potent.