I snagged the wet material of his shorts and boxer briefs, shimmying them down his thighs until he took over and discarded them completely, leaving him towering over me again, but this time completely nude, his hard cock straining, begging for release.
Reaching out, my hand closed around him. Bellamy’s breath caught at the touch, urging me on as I started to stroke him.
His arm shot out, grabbing the condom foil and opening it as I continued to stroke him, my thumb moving over the velvet-soft head with each pass, making little growling groans escape him until he was pushing my hand away to slip on the condom.
His hands reached for my ankles, dragging them up and placing them on his shoulders as he surged inside of me.
I guess a part of me had been anticipating more teasing, so the feeling of his thick cock widening me made a loud moan escape me as my walls tightened around him, holding him in.
Buried deep, a curse escaped Bellamy as his arm anchored around my thighs, holding me against him as he rocked gently into me, going just a tad deeper, making me feel this irrational delicious pinch as the need grew more and more insistent while he continued to give me just a hint of what I needed.
Lowering my legs, I wrapped them around his waist, holding on tight, then reaching for his shoulders to draw him downward just enough that I could flip our positions and take over myself.
Bellamy’s smirk was devilish as he looked up at me, knowing damn well what he’d been doing as I settled my hips down and started to ride him.
His hands drifted, chastely at first—over my knees, my thighs, then up my sides, teasing over my breasts for a long moment before sliding down my stomach again to move between my thighs, engaging my clit.
His knees came up, a silent encouragement to lean back against them, letting my G-spot engage as my movements got faster and faster, as I got closer and closer.
But this bastard, this absolute fucking monster, grabbed my hips at the last possible moment, yanking me up and off of him, denying me the orgasm that promised it would splinter through my whole system.
Before I could even let out a grumble, he was pushing me onto all fours and slamming inside of me.
Gone was the careful exploration, the teasing.
His hands sank into my hips and he fucked me.
My hands curled into the hammock ropes, finding that the presence of the hammock below us made Bellamy’s thrusts even harder, threatening to send me flying down into the ocean again if I didn’t hold on tight.
On a moan, I lowered down on my forearms, keeping my ass tipped up high, feeling his cock hit all the right spots.
One of his hands left my hip, snaked up my back, then slipped into the hair at the nape of my neck, sliding in, curling into the strands, then yanking back, making sparks of too delicious pain course across my scalp, driving my body even closer to the edge.
My hips moved in impatient circles, engaging my G-spot even more as Bellamy fucked me even harder. His groaning, growling noises made my sex tighten around him.
Close.
So close.
“Fuck, love,” Bellamy growled, his fingers crushing into my hip as he fucked me faster, driving me right up to that edge. “Come for me,” he demanded, voice a rough sound that shivered through me.
My hips rolled.
His hips thrust.
And I fucking shattered.
The orgasm was an all-consuming thing that seemed to originate between my thighs and burst outward, coursing up my spine and spreading until I felt the tingly traces of it in my legs and arms. Hell, my face tingled.
My cries coursed out over the open ocean as Bellamy slammed deep, coming with a savage hiss.
I got to enjoy the aftermath of the orgasm for, oh, point-seven seconds before my rational mind came rushing back.
A whimper escaped me as I pressed my forehead into the ropes.
“You alright?” Bellamy asked, sliding out of me, losing his balance, and dropping down on his ass beside me.
The brush of his skin against my side made me recoil and jump up, pulling away from him.
“No,” I said, struggling to move across the hammock bed to get onto the deck. “I’ve had a lot of low moments,” I added, standing at full height above him, refusing to cover myself up. “But fucking my kidnapper really takes the cake,” I said, turning, and walking away from him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bellamy
She avoided me after we’d fucked.
I tried to convince myself that it didn’t bother me.
But at the end of the day, it didn’t sit right with me that she considered sleeping with me her “lowest” moment.
She’d been a willing participant. I had no doubts about that. The woman pushed me down to ride me, after all. But almost immediately after she’d come, she was regretting it.