Chapter 11

Eleven

"That's it, tough guy," Miranda whispered under her breath, bringing her hand up to brush her fingers along Govek's jaw as he finally relaxed behind her. She was so worked up she could hardly stand it. Her whole body was in agony from being on the cusp for so long. Her clit was pounding so hard she felt it all the way up in her stomach.

She was too sensitive, overstimulated. She hadn't ever dreamed that being with another person could be so much better than touching herself.

But it was. And Govek was too sexy and raw and good at what he was doing and not going fast enough for her.

Moving both hands down to clasp his fingers, she forced his hand into the position she wanted. Two fingers up, the rest curled under. He obeyed, allowing himself to be pliable.

"Miranda," Govek warned, and goddamn him, his voice was like a caress all on its own. Like a vibrator for her whole body. She was convinced she wouldn't be so strung up if he couldn't tremble need into her with nothing but a broken word.

"Oh, Govek," she said, forcing him to hiss into her ear. She wished she could turn to look at him, but the delicious grip he had on her cheek, her chin, was too tight. Soaking his heat deep into her brain. Muddling up her senses.

She wanted more.

He huffed loudly, the exhale warming her damp scalp.

"Like this, I just need..." When he didn't move fast enough, she worked his hand lower. His two fingers grazed through her slick pussy.

Her squirming body was aching for the sting of his massive fingers stretching her tight. It would drown out the overwhelming ache in her clit. Tamp out the oversensitivity.

Miranda's insistence was finally enough and Govek rubbed over her sensitive flesh, pressing into her entrance. Slick digits speared inside with little resistance. She lost her breath. One second, she was empty and the next she was pulsing tight around him.

Govek's breath hitched, trembled.

The stretch was incredible, and he worked deeper, spearing into her. The rough texture of the glove and the heat of his massive palm covering her clit made her back arch and her body quiver.

Miranda thrust her hips up, trying to get him into the right position so she could take more. It had been an easier task with her toys, but his subtle twitching was so much better. It was all him. His passion, his lust, his want to please her. Each little involuntary jerk and pulse had her babbling.

"Oh, Govek, yes. That's good." She stroked his palm. "Curl your fingers a little and press up."

He made a strangled noise, and she wished he would just give in and moan already. Growl at her. Make demands. Something. Why was he so quiet?

Then his strong fingers skewered right into her G-spot.

"Oh fuck," she wailed, grinding on him. Her pussy gushed around his hand. "Th-that's it. Keep doing that."

Govek's stuttered out a wheezy, disbelieving laugh. As if he couldn't believe she could take so much of him. That she was growing wetter from what he was doing.

She might have been the virgin here, but he was clearly far less experienced.

What if he was a virgin, too?

Miranda twisted, shivered, and rolled her hips. She imagined all the things she would introduce to him. Fuck, if he was a virgin, he'd probably never gotten a blowjob, and she'd never given one, but that didn't stop her from ringing out her pleasure, envisioning his bliss-wrecked face as she rocked his world.

He'd look so fucking good while she sucked his massive cock. Flicked her tongue from base to tip. Played out all her own fantasies on him while he writhed and growled.

She wanted to see him so badly right now.

As if he could read her mind, Govek leaned in close and buried his nose in her hair. Dragging her scent into his lungs so hard, she felt like he was breathing in her soul.

"Do I smell good, tough guy?" She begged him to speak as she pushed his hand to keep thrusting. Her question ended in a deep moan that bloomed from the bottom of her quivering stomach.

"Yes." His voice was rough in her ear. Heat raged through her veins and pulsed in her pussy. "So, fucking good, Miranda."

"Oh god." She picked up speed and fucked his fingers harder, and they slipped deeper into her core.

His long, thick digit pressed into her G-spot. The ecstasy seared through her veins, up and down her spine. Unrelenting, maddening. She twisted, and bucked, and he flicked hard and fast into that sensitive spot. Bliss roared behind her eyes, skittering up her spine. She yanked her knees from his hold, brought them up, and clenched her thighs around his hand, forcing him even deeper.

Right where she needed him.

He stretched her taut and her breath seized, her nerves danced. Bliss licked down her limbs. Her muscles flexed as the pleasure mounted, tingling in her gut. She needed more, more, more.

Her pussy tightened. She was on the precipice. Her lungs constricted and light burst behind her eyes.

His palm swirled against her clit. His fingers pushed deep, stroked hard.

She shattered, orgasm exploding against his fingers. Pussy dripping and pulsing, like a vice. Trapping him as she clenched her thighs around his hand.

"Govek, ooh!" Torturous waves of rapture coursed through her, strung her out, and twisted her raw emotions.

"Fuck, woman,"Govek's voice grated into her hair, ringing her out even more. Pushing her past the limit. Drawing the orgasm out so long and harsh, she was almost convulsing.

She clung to his hand, bunching the glove in her fist as the bliss faded and euphoria took its place. She went limp against his chest, dragging hard won air into her lungs, and feeling drowsy. The sound of Govek's harsh breathing, the feel of his chest rising and falling under her, added a contentment she'd never felt when she'd done this alone.

Govek rumbled a pleased sound, pulling her up, bathing her in his warmth.

By god, did she ever want to see him! She wanted to strip him bare and touch him. Turn around and give him as much pleasure as he'd just given her.

But she needed a little more time to recover. Her muscles felt numb and floppy, and she wanted to rest in his arms for a couple more minutes.

She was so fricking selfish.

Govek nuzzled her again, purred into her ear. "Good, woman. Relax for me."

Apparently, he didn't seem to care that she wasn't reciprocating. He loosened his grip on her face slightly so she could lean toward him and press her scalp into his cheek.

It was just her and him, surrounded by the pool. Lazy and warm. Content.

A low wail sounded from the forest beyond.

Miranda froze, gripping Govek and straining to hear. That sound couldn't be back again... it wasn't?—

"Miranda?" Govek brought her about by her shoulders, still not quite letting her turn.

He really didn't want her to see him. The confusion of that had her fidgeting with the edge of his glove. His hot hand was still between her legs, cupping her pulsing pussy. Distracting her from the unsettling forest sounds that were absolutely her imagination. They couldn't be real. It was just her overtaxed brain trying to ruin this.

"I'm fine," she assured him, and Govek slowly relaxed in response.

It was in her head. She was fine. Everything was okay.

Govek let out a little huff and Miranda, desperate for more distraction, continued her praise. "I'm amazing. Perfect. That was incredible. It's so much better with you than by myself."

He rumbled contentedly, and her stomach pooled with heat all over again. Lacing a tingling bliss through her limbs. She wished she could see his face, but made do with trailing her fingers down his bulging arms. One hand still possessively cupping her sex. The other tight on her hip, holding her captive.

She could feel his cock still rock solid against her back, and she squirmed her hips against it.

"Miranda." His voice rumbled low and sweet, shuddering bliss up her spine.

The siren wailed again.

Miranda froze. The deep drone was closer now. Just beyond the trees.

It couldn't be denied.

Her heart began a frantic rhythm. Her muscles bunched, readying to bolt.

"Thank you for this boon, Miranda."

The wail continued, sucking her under. She tried to fight. It wasn't real. It wasn't there.

"There is... another position you could take for me... since conquest does not suit you."

What was he saying? She wanted to ask him to repeat, but her mind was split, straining to hear the siren.

And it came again. Spiking through her. Shivering up her spine. Govek released her slightly in response. Letting his limbs drop to her sides in the water.

"If..." Govek continued speaking, though his words seemed far away. As if he were calling her from the other end of a dark tunnel. "If you want..."

Her ears vibrated. It was so close now, wailing and bubbling up. It ripped through the trees and screamed its warning. It could not be denied.

Miranda knew it better than any other.

An air raid was coming.

"You might take me as your ma?—"

Govek's voice was drowned out by the growing scream of a siren as it exploded right next to her head. Terror forced her to quiver. The desperation to find a hiding place slammed her in the gut. It was an instinctual drive. Born from a lifetime of practice drills.

"You need not decide now..." Govek spoke again, and his voice was even further away. Distorted through a long tunnel.

No. Not a tunnel. A metal tube.

The air vent.

Darkness closed around her, screaming its threat. Bringing death. Heat. Crunching metal.

Miranda bolted.

She sprang from the water, leaping toward the bank. Out of the spring. Onto the sand.

She needed to find shelter. Now.

The bombs were coming again.

The siren's scream was so loud.

She couldn't get away.

She was being dragged. Yanked back by the arm.

By Mr. Barker.

He was shoving her down the bank steps. Into the vault.

She had to get away, she had to hide. She had to escape him.

He was going to lock her up alone again.

Underground.

She would suffocate this time. She would scream and bash herself bloody.

She was drowning. The torturous dark flooding down her throat.

There were horrors in that dark.

Horrors she couldn't remember.

She didn't want to remember.

But she had to.

She ran blindly. Her panic was relentless. Her lungs were heaving.

But she could not escape.