The Stolen Girl (12 page)

I rotated around slightly so I could gaze up at him without lifting my head from his chest. I could feel the point of my chin digging in a little, but he didn’t seem to mind. “Mmm?” I asked wordlessly.

“I just wanted to apologize,” the big man said slowly, his eyes flicking back and forth with concern across my face. “I know that this is a terrible situation, and that Slammer totally crossed the line last night. We should never have dragged you into this, and I just hope that things can be over and you can go home as soon as possible.”

As I gazed through my lashes up at this man, struggling to find the words to express his feelings to me, I felt a warm glow suffuse me. This glow was different from the warmth radiating out from his body. It came from inside my chest, and made my limbs tingle. I felt as though I was electrically charged, like I’d just stuck a finger into a socket, or had just licked a battery.

Roads was still talking, still searching for the proper words to express whatever he was trying to say. Feeling the stress of my muscles as I used them for the first real time this morning, I lifted myself up slightly, up off of Roads’ chest. I scooted forward, feeling the length of my body press against his, scraping across him. I kept on inching forward until my face was hovering right in front of his, so close that our noses were bumping together, that I could gaze into each of his eyes individually. He was still trying to talk, but I was no longer listening to what he was saying. I was merely hanging there, holding his gaze.

And then, ignoring all of the thoughts in my head, I leaned forward and kissed him.

I had caught Roads by surprise. His lips, frozen in mid-speech, were slightly open, and I could feel every little groove on his lips as mine pressed lightly against them. I let my eyelids shut, focusing on the kiss.

He didn’t move, held there motionless, and a little quiver of doubt rose up inside my mind. Had I misread the situation? My eyes lapsed open slightly, and I saw that his were also wide open, gazing back at me with shock.

I pulled back, feeling hurt and confused. Did he not want this? Did he not want me? Had I been mis-reading the signs from him this entire time? For just an instant, I wanted to die, wanted the earth to open up and swallow me, pull me off of this bed and make me vanish to where no one would see me again.

But an instant later, Roads’ hand came up, running along my back to cup the back of my neck, and he pulled me in. This time, he initiated the kiss, and his lips pressed powerfully against mine. I pushed back, all of my fears vanishing. I hadn’t been wrong! He did want this just as much as I did!

We pulled apart for a moment, both of us grabbing a quick breath of air, but we didn’t even speak before diving back in again. This time, as our lips met and parted, I felt his tongue, ever so gently slipping out from between his lips and probing at mine. I stretched mine a little wider, letting it in, and my own tongue slid out to meet his. They bumped against each other, gently and delicately exploring each other’s surfaces and running along each other’s lengths. He tasted slightly salty, a little sour, but overpowering those was the raw taste of him, intoxicating me and pushing me on to greater efforts.

This time, when we broke apart, finally, we were both panting heavily. He gazed up at me, one hand still cupping the back of my neck and the other pressing against my side, below my breasts, and now I could see the hunger in his eyes. He stared back at me, a mix of emotions splashed across his face. “Beth,” he said, but paused, not sure where to go.

“Don’t talk,” I replied, not wanting to hear his concerns. I didn’t want to be brought back to reality. Not yet. This moment was perfect, amazing, and I didn’t want it to end.

The big man beneath me stared up at me a minute longer, still flicking through different emotions in his mind, but I could see his hunger for me winning out over reason. I leaned forward again, and this time his kiss was similarly hungry, biting at me and pulling me in. I twisted to fully climb on top of him as we locked lips again, and his hands slid down to my sides, tugging at the ruins of my clothes.

Unlike last night, I wanted this man. My hunger for him was growing, overwhelming all rational thought. I wanted to feel his hands, his mouth, on every single inch of my body. I shimmied my shoulders atop him, letting the spaghetti straps of my top fall off, and an instant later Roads’ hands were pushing it up, over the soft curves of my tits, up so that it hung loosely around my neck like a scarf.

I sighed with pleasure as those big hands worked their way up from my waist, running over my figure. I couldn’t believe how big his hands were in comparison to me. At my waist, they could nearly wrap all the way around me! But as they worked their way up, running up over the bottom of my rib cage and sliding along the curves at the bottom of my breasts, I shivered with delight.

His fingers reached up, running ever so delicately over the surface of my nipples. As I felt them graze that sensitive skin, they tightened, stiffening and standing up from the rest of my skin. As our lips pressed together, I could feel his quirking up into a smile.

I broke the kiss and sighed with pleasure, arching my head and neck back. My hair cascaded down my shoulders, but Roads beneath me was still able to get a wonderful view of my chest. He sat up a little, and one of his hands slipped around to the small of my back. He pulled me forward, my hips grinding as they slid over his abdomen, until I was close enough for him to nuzzle at my chest.

I gasped again as I felt his stubble rubbing against the exquisitely sensitive skin between my breasts. His lips parted as they kissed that soft white skin, and I felt his tongue slip out and brush over the edge of my areola. “Oh, yes,” I moaned out loud, feeling a shiver run up and down my spine from that sensation.

Roads grinned at my cry, but he didn’t stop. His mouth fastened on to that erect nipple and he lightly sucked, his teeth just barely grazing me as his tongue flicked back and forth. The stimulation was incredibly arousing, and that pink haze was totally filling my brain. I wanted more. I could feel a totally new and uncharacteristic aching between my legs, a longing for something that I had never felt before.

Almost unconsciously, my hips began shifting back and forth, rubbing and grinding against the man beneath me. This must have been incredibly distracting to Roads; he paused and released my breast from his mouth, letting out a faint groan of pleasure himself.

After another couple exciting, stimulating licks of my tits, the man’s hands slid down, wrapping around my ass through the thin fabric of my fleece pajamas. I pushed back to shove the curves of my ass into his big palms, wishing that I could make those pants spontaneously disintegrate. Roads must have been reading my mind, however, as a second later his hands slid inside the waistband and began tugging down.

I pulled my legs briefly together, stretching them down between the man’s thighs so that my pajamas could slide down. It only took one strong heave from Roads to make them do so, and after I kicked them off my ankles, I reached up and tugged my top off of my neck and over my head. I was now gloriously, sensually naked on top of this man - the first time I’d ever been naked with someone of the opposite gender in my life.

Roads sat up for a moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of me. “Wow,” he sighed, his eyes wide. “Beth, you’re gorgeous!”

I grinned back at him, feeling so hot and frisky. All of my thoughts danced through my brain like they were electrified, buzzing on the thrill of being more turned on than I’d ever felt in my life. “Back at you!” I told him.

As I gazed back at the biker, my eyes walked down over his naked chest. He was propping himself up a little, and I could see every single muscle in his chest, arms, and abs standing out. His six-pack was decorated with a little trail of dark hair, running between the bulges of his abs and disappearing into the waistband of his boxers. I wanted desperately to see where that little trail of hair led.

I slid my hands down over his pecs, feeling them tense and bulge at my touch. Even despite the bruises from last night’s fight, standing out in stark relief against his tanned skin, he looked like a god. My fingers settled into the elastic at the top of his boxers and I tugged down. The man tensed the big muscles in his upper arms and lifted his pelvis up off the bed for a moment, helping me slide that last scrap of clothing off of his muscled and taut frame.

As I pulled down, the boxers caught briefly on something long and hard in his pants. I knew what that was, but there was still a sudden rush of nervousness in my head as I tried to work the cotton fabric free of its obstruction. Roads reached down to help me, and then, in a single instant, his member popped free, coming into full view...

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I
stared at Roads' cock, now sitting out and in my hand, and my eyes widened as far as they could stretch. It was huge! As a teenager, I had spent many an afternoon lying alone in my bed when I was alone in the house, rubbing at my clit with my fingers and gazing up at the ceiling as I imagined my current week’s crush on top of me, pumping away. But somehow, these fantasies had never really focused on the cock itself; I assumed that it would just be a sensation inside me, never truly picturing it as a physical object.

But now, staring at Roads’ cock as it lay on his chest, I felt a rush of combined nervousness and exhilaration. It was big, but it looked proud and erect, quivering slightly as if it was just as eager to feel me as I was to feel it back. I extended one hand down towards it, but paused before I actually made contact. I had never handled a cock before - at least, not one that isn’t being shoved at me. What if I messed up?

Beneath me, Roads must have picked up on my hesitation. “It’s okay,” he said, his voice comforting and reassuring. “If you’re not ready, you don’t have to do anything. Just being with you is enough-”

I cut him off by firmly grasping his member with one hand. “Hush,” I told him kindly, hefting that cock and feeling its weight, its warmth in my head. Now that I was holding it, my fingers barely wrapping around its girth, I suddenly could see it in me. I knew what I wanted. And what I wanted, more than anything else in this moment, was to feel it inside me, feel Roads holding me in his powerful grip and taking me.

But as I crawled back up on the man, feeling that cock trace its way down my stomach towards that sensitive, special area between my legs, we were interrupted by a loud rapping noise. The sound made me jump, shaking as my tense nerves reacted instinctively, and Roads jerked halfway up, his head swiveling around to stare at the door behind us.

A moment later, our suspicions were confirmed, as whoever was outside the door gave the handle a twist. It didn’t move; it was still locked, and I silently blessed the naked man beneath me for having the forethought to turn the key before coming to bed last night. But then, a moment later, there were scratching noises at the keyhole.

“Roads!” called a voice from outside. “Roads, hey, are you all right? Is the girl in there with you? Open up!”

The voice wasn’t Slammer, and I felt a little bit of the tension that had suddenly appeared between my shoulder blades ebb. But there was still an intruder - and a moment later, as the scratches at the keyhole continued, I heard the click of the lock turning! It seemed that I wasn’t the only one in this house who had the ability to pick open the lock on this bedroom door!

I gasped, but I had no idea what to do. I was frozen, and as hard as I was trying to force my thoughts to cooperate, they weren’t moving. Roads, still lying half beneath me, was fortunately a little quicker on the uptake.

The man gently but firmly pushed me off to one side and threw the blanket up over me, covering me from the neck down. He jumped up out of bed, and even despite the situation, I had to stifle a little wild giggle as I saw his cock flopping back and forth from the movement. In two long strides, Roads crossed the room to the door, catching it with one hand as it started to open. Trying his best to keep his naked body hidden behind the wooden door, he opened it a foot or so, sticking his head around to peer out.

Despite his precautions, however, I saw a shock of bright reddish-orange hair poke around the edge of the door. This hair was soon followed by the rest of Flamer’s head, and her eyes quickly absorbed the situation. “Now, what’s going on here?” she said, her eyebrows jumping up and waggling on her forehead.

“Nothing,” Roads replied quickly. Too quickly. Flamer forced her head a couple inches further into the room and ran her gaze up and down him from head to toe. I saw her eyes linger for a minute on his exposed waist, including his junk. Between his legs from behind, I could see his cock starting to droop as the blood rushed back out of his member.

Flamer’s gaze next went to me. The sheet from the bed was fortunately covering me from the neck down, but between my shocked expression and Roads’ lack of clothing, it was immediately transparent to the female biker what was transpiring. But to her credit, she didn’t seem to care much.