His Hostage

The soft skin of his hard crown pushes against my tongue and I start to work him.

“Touch your clit,” he commands.

I do, and he digs deeper.

The more I taste him, the more I want. I keep him in my throat for as long as I can, proving I can give him everything.

“Keep working that clit,” he says.

I feel my legs start to shake, and realize I really like this guy. Despite all his shortcomings, he really seems to care about me. That’s what does it for me.

I come, nearly losing my balance. My mouth hangs open, and he thrusts forward three times, groaning, “Oh, fuck.”

My skin prickles and my body struggles to keep on my knees. I hear an almost painful like sound coming from him, and when I look at him with my blurry vision, his mouth is open just like mine.

He comes inside my throat, and I swallow it on gulp.

I want to make him feel strong. I want him to cherish these moments because we don’t know what’s going to happen.

I kiss up his chest.

“Fuck. I just want this to last forever,” he says.

“Me too.” I keep kissing him. “Who says it can’t?”

No sooner than we close our eyes, do we hear something rustle outside. Rowan quickly throws on his clothes, and I do the same.

He holds his finger against his lips and glances outside, holding his pistol.

“What is it?” I whisper, remembering the snake in my house. That was so long ago, before we really got to know each other. As weird as those days were, I miss them. They were so innocent compared to now. It’s like I bit the apple and suffering the consequences.

“Two of them,” he whispers. “I can’t make them out.”

“Shit.” I grab my gun and hold it against my heart, trembling.

“Stay here,” he says, putting his hand out to stop me.

“Don’t leave me,” I say. He turns around and kisses me with all the desire in the world.

“If I don’t make it back, know that I loved you,” he says.

I’m about as stunned as I would be if I was to get shot.

He ducks out of the tent, and I have to peak my head outside to make sure he’s okay. I watch as he kneels down and quietly walks to the other tent. He ducks his head inside and motions for them to come out, that there’s two of them beyond the rocks.

We all exit our tent. I take cover behind a large boulder, but the three men move in opposite directions. One goes toward the middle of the valley. The other goes to the left. Rowan moves to the right.

I lean out to take another look. That’s when I see them. They’ve got their bloodied masks on, and they’re moving toward the tents. Luckily, they don’t us.

However, they’re nearby me. The guys eye them carefully, and I turn to Rowan, feeling my heart go insane. I just need to stay silent. I just need to—

My foot slips, and the rocks underneath make a scraping noise. One of them turns around and fires his gun. The bullet hits near the boulder next to my face.

Rowan grabs his gun and aims quickly, firing two rounds. The guy falls to the ground.

Within a second, an ambush of men come out.

Five more are screaming, holding freshly lit torches. Behind them, more rev their engines.