Bad Seed

This was wrong. So wrong. I bit my lip, knowing I shouldn't be having those kinds thoughts about him. He was holding me hostage – how could I be feeling desire for a man who was holding me hostage? What was I thinking?

Despite his part in this entire shit show, it didn't dim my desire for him at all.

“Thought you were going to bed?” he said.

He sat back deeper onto the couch and spread his legs a bit. His knee brushed past me, and I balanced myself by placing a hand on his leg. Neither one of seemed to react badly to that. I had to admit that under difference circumstances, I'd have hooked up with him in a heartbeat. I was craving some sort of freedom just then. A chance to do something fun and crazy, to do something for me. Something totally outside of my normal character. I found that I needed to be in control of one thing in this whole mess.

“I uh, don’t think I want to be in there alone,” I heard myself say, a fire burning in my gut.Declan’s eyes went dark and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly. “Are you saying you’d like me to join you?”

My cheeks flushed and burned, but I could see his eyes, and could see he wanted it just as much as I did. With my hand still on his leg, I placed the other down beside him, leaning into him.

“And what if I am?” I asked, my lips mere inches from his.

I could smell the shitty beer on his breath, but his musky scent overpowered it, drawing me in closer. My head was swimming, my heart was pounding, and I couldn't believe what I was doing.

“Do you think that's wise, Kara? I mean, I am your kidnapper, after all,” a dry laugh passed through his lips. “Are you rejecting me, Declan?” I asked.

Declan raised his hand and traced his fingers along the side of my neck. His fingers were rough and callused, but his touch was impossibly light. The feeling of his skin on mine sent shivers running through my body, stoking the fires that burned bright between my thighs even higher.

“I just want to be sure you understand what you're getting into, ” he said.

“Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea,” I said. “If we're going to be trapped together, might as well make the best of it, right?”

With that, Declan's lips closed in on mine. His beard was scratchy against my face, tickling my skin as his mouth opened and he pushed his tongue past my lips. Declan's kiss was electric. It made me feel like bombs were exploding inside of me, stealing my breath as his tongue danced with mine.

When he pulled away, I gasped for air and felt my eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. Declan grabbed hold of my ass and he pulled me into his lap. Straddling him, I felt his thick cock through his jeans and my pants, pressing into me, begging for release. Declan kissed down the length of my neck, sucking and nibbling, his hands kneading at my breasts. I reached down and rubbed the spot between his legs, feeling him with my own hands, low moans escaping me as I felt his length and girth. He growled, grinding upward into me and nipped my flesh with his teeth.

“Fuck, Kara,” he said. “You sure you really want this?”

“Yes,” was all I could say.

Feeling him growing harder in my hand, I truthfully wasn't sure I could handle him. He felt so much bigger than anyone I’d ever been with and larger than every dildo I'd ever used. Fear tinged with excitement gnawed at me as I worked at the zipper of his pants. I wanted to see it for myself. I wanted to hold it in my hand and feel his skin.

Declan lifted me up off him, and I was able to slide his pants down just a bit. Just enough to slip a hand down into his jeans and boxers, gripping him in my hand as he sat me down again. Declan's eyes rolled into the back of his head as I stroked him. My hand couldn't fit around the entire width of him, still, I did my best, watching as his face twisted with a look of absolute bliss as I stroked him, moving my hand up and down his shaft.

His lips smashed into mine again, his kiss growing almost desperate. His grabbed hold of my hair and pulled my face even closer to him. My own hand slipped away from his cock, and he lifted me up, laying me flat against the couch as he hovered above me.

He kicked off his pants the rest of the way, and I finally got to see all of him, up close. I ran my fingers down his chest, feeling the scars that were lined deep into his flesh. His hands lifted my t-shirt, pulling it off over my head hastily, throwing it on the floor. I wasn't wearing a bra, which seemed to surprise him, but he didn't miss a beat as he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking long and hard, my body arching up to meet his as a burst of electric sensation exploded inside of me.

“Oh God,” I cried out.

The sensation of Declan's mouth on my breast sent me through the roof. It was like a direct link from my nipple to my clit. My insides ached with desire and need to be filled.

Wrapping my legs around Declan, I pulled him into me. My jeans were still on, though, and I begged him.

“Please, Declan, please,” as he continued licking and sucking my nipples.

Reaching down, he unzipped my pants and slid a hand down the front of them. He never took his mouth from my breast, even as he slid his hand between my thighs. With his fingers on my clit, I groaned as the pleasure washed over me, taking me by surprise. I cried out, shuddering against him, orgasming before he'd even really touched me. Declan managed to draw it out though, his tongue working pure magic upon my nipples and his fingers penetrating me at just the right time.

“Yes, yes,” I whimpered over and over again.

As my climax died down, Declan pulled my pants down the rest of the way, and without saying even a single word, he pressed his erection against me, rubbing the head of his cock between my thighs.

Arching my back, I push myself upward toward him, begging with my body for what I wanted – no, what I needed – the most in that moment. I needed to feel close to someone, to feel that connection with another human being. Needed to feel that energy that existed when two people are caught up in the throes of passion.

Declan reached down, grabbing his shaft in his hand and lined it up with my opening. He stared deeply into my eyes, a cocky grin on his chiseled, perfect face, as he thrust his hard cock into me, stretching me open like I'd never been stretched before. The sensation of him filling me was overwhelming and I cried out, a slight twinge of pain blending with the overwhelming crush of pleasure that rocked my body.

I grabbed onto his back, my nails digging into his flesh as he buried himself deep in my pussy. That heady mixture of pleasure and pain washed through me, taking me by surprise. It had been so long since anyone had been inside of me that feeling it again – the intense pleasure of it all – nearly made tears well in my eyes. I'd spent so much time taking care of my dad's problems, I ignored my own wants and needs. Not anymore, though.