When I Find You

Chapter 5: My Mystery Man

My eyes were beginning to open from what felt like a long sleep. I wasn’t sure where I was, but I felt hands around me. Not just any hands, but his hands. I couldn’t ignore my body begging for them to be all over me, but this wasn’t the time. And judging by the seats and windows, definitely not the place.

I finally sat up and looked at the man whose hands were around me. His purple eyes were on me and there was a needy look in them. It was as if he needed me, and if he didn’t get me he would just die. I looked down to see that I was in a grey t-shirt and some shorts. My hair was a mess and I did not feel as sexy as I did at the party.

“You look beautiful, Ava.” He said, his eyes still on me. I guess he could sense my discontentment as I surveyed myself. Even as he told me that, I knew I didn’t feel it. Wait a second, the man in my plot to kidnap me just complimented me? I know I should feel unsafe, but I don’t. My body was betraying me and I knew it would each time his purple eyes were on me.

I looked up at him. I was trying to identify his features. I noticed his jet black hair, that I really wanted to run my hands through. I noticed his muscular biceps, his body was built with strength, but I also saw a scar that circled his forearm until it was hidden underneath the rolled sleeve on his white button up. My hand had a mind of its own as it reached to touch it; touch him.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand to his chest. “What do you think you’re doing?” He said, eyeing my lips with the same hunger that never left. I was mute. I didn’t have anything to say. Truth be told, I had no idea what I was doing.

“Answer me,” he growled. My eyes were on his lips, noticing how perfect they were. I wanted to touch those, especially taste them. I have no idea who this man is, but there is something about him that makes me forget everything around me. Then I remembered the investigation and how the name I saw on the screen made me feel a connection. I wondered if this is the face to the man who owned the name.

I looked in his eyes, and reached my hand to touch his perfect lips. He didn’t stop me, he put his hand on my neck and guided my lips to crash onto his. It was electric; his touch, his kiss, it was sending waves throughout my body. It was like the water I needed after being dehydrated. He took me by the waist and placed me on the couch of the limo we were still in. He undid his belt and the top button to his pants. Then he got on top of me, his lips on my neck. More, I need more. I adjusted my body so that I could feel his erection pushing against my c**t. It eased the hunger only a little, but I still craved more of him. I needed more of him and I hated it. I wanted to understand why.

He moved his way down to my breasts, lifting the shirt until they were bare beneath him. He looked at me before he let his tongue taste and tease my n*****s. I buckled beneath him, needing more. “Please,” I begged. He looked up at me, this time with a more wicked glint in his eyes, like I just brought out the beast in the beautiful man and he had never been so pleased to hear me beg.

“Don’t worry Ava, I’ll give you what you need, but I have to taste all of you first. Every. Inch. Of. Your. Sweetness.” He spoke against my stomach, moving further down my body until he was right where he wanted to be. His tongue slowly grazed my c**t as he held my legs open. He savored the taste of me. “So good,” he groaned.

I let out a moan and it only intensified the strokes me made with his tongue. He positioned his finger to my entrance, never taking his lips away from my c**t. He guided his finger in and out of me. It was taking me over the edge. I have no idea who this man was, but I needed all of him. I have never felt a connection and here I was begging for all of it.

“Please,” I moaned. He must have sensed I was close to my release and instead of fulfilling what I desired, he placed one last kiss on my inner-leg, before removing his pants.

“You don’t get to come, until I’m inside you. I want to feel your body explode on mine,” he spoke while removing his shirt. He leaned in closer to my ear and whispered, “and I always get what I want.”

He looked down at me with a wicked smile and finally filled me with his d**k. I screamed and moaned in pleasure. I was feeling for anything that I could possibly grab onto, but I was satisfied with digging my nails into his back. He groaned as my nails dug into him, thrusting into me harder like it was punishment for the pain I caused him. I tilted my head back, feeling my nearing release. He wrapped his hand around my neck with a possessive grip.

“I’m going to come,” I screamed, while I arched my back.

He filled my mouth with his tongue as we both reached the release we’ve been waiting for. I cried out in ecstasy. My body twitched and buckled underneath him and he bit on my lip in satisfaction.

He released me from the kiss he was holding me hostage in. Nothing mattered when it came to him and fear filled me as the thought crossed my mind.

Mine.