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Samantha

“Share the bed?”

His eyes blaze with hunger at my suggestion, a fire burning in their dark depths.

“Yes. Us. Together. And maybe we’ll sleep… after.”

"I like the way you think," Diesel rasps, voice rough with desire.

In one swift motion, he scoops me into his brawny arms and cradles me against his muscular chest. I loop my arms around his neck as he carries me the short distance to the bed. He lays me down gently on the soft mattress and his body follows mine, covering me.

I pull him down for another searing kiss, our mouths melding together in a dance of passion. His hands skim down my sides; calluses drag deliciously against my sensitive skin and ignite sparks in their wake. I arch into his touch, silently begging for more.

Every place our bare skin touches is like a livewire, it sparks and tingles with electric need neither of us can deny. I press myself up into him, kiss him, touch him, squeeze him. Diesel groans deep in his throat and the sound reverberates through me and pools heat low in my belly.

Diesel trails hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and down the column of my throat. He nips at my pulse point, soothing the sting with his tongue and drawing a breathy gasp from my lips.

"You taste incredible," he rumbles. "I want to kiss every inch of you."

The words send another shudder of desire rippling through me.

"Please," I breathe, my voice trembling with want. "Touch me, Diesel."

A wicked gleam enters his eyes at my plea.

"Oh, I plan to do much more than that. So much more."

His mouth blazes a scorching path down my body, teeth and tongue and lips worship my heated skin. He lavishes attention on my breasts, taking first one aching peak, then the other, between his lips and suckling until I'm writhing beneath him. Shaking. Gasping. Moaning. Pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my core as he maps my curves with single-minded focus, as if committing every dip and swell to memory.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good.”

He chuckles. Then lower and lower he goes, stubble rasping deliciously along my trembling belly, until he's hovering right where I need him most. I pant, my fingers fisting in the sheets, anticipation thrumming through my veins. Diesel looks up at me through his lashes, holding my gaze as he slowly, deliberately, lowers his head between my legs. The first stroke of his tongue against my most sensitive flesh has me arching off the bed with a sharp cry.

"Easy, Samantha," he murmurs, as his firm hands pin my hips while he continues his sweet torture. "I've got you."

And then his mouth is on me again and I'm lost, swept away in a maelstrom of sensation.

His lips and tongue work in tandem, licking, suckling, flicking against my most intimate places, stoking the flames higher and higher. Pleasure builds and builds, my body trembling, my breath coming in shallow pants. Diesel's fingers quickly join his wicked mouth, thrusting deep inside my soaking heat as his tongue works merciless circles around my throbbing clit.

"Oh god, yes, just like that," I moan as I rock my hips against his face. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

He hums against me and the vibrations nearly send me flying apart; I'm so close, teetering right on the knife's edge of release. But every time I near that sweet precipice, Diesel eases back, keeping me suspended in a state of agonizing bliss.

"Fuck, Diesel… I need... I need..."

"What do you need, Samantha?" he asks, his breath hot against my slick folds. "Tell me."

"I need to come. Please, make me come."

A dark chuckle rumbles from his chest. "If beg better than that, maybe I will."

I sob in frustration and dig my nails into his shoulders. "You bastard. I hate you."

"No, you don't. You love my tongue buried in your sweet little cunt." He punctuates his words with a firm lick. “Don’t you? Tell me how much you love it.”

"Fuck you," I hiss, but it turns into a drawn-out moan as he flicks his tongue against my clit again and I nearly scream, my body bowing off the bed. “I love it. I love your tongue on my pussy.”

"That's it. Let me hear you," Diesel growls. "I'm going to lick this pretty pussy until you're shaking and sobbing for me to make you come."

"Please, oh god, please!" I'm not above begging; I'll do anything to reach that peak. “Fucking make me cum.”

"I want the whole damn building to know how good I make you feel."

His mouth descends on me and I release a moan from deep inside me as his tongue caresses my clit with gentle precision and two fingers slip into me, curling to hit that perfect spot. The dual sensations hurtle me towards the edge at breakneck speed.

With one hand, I reach out and grab him by the hair to hold him in place, that perfect place where his tongue can touch me exactly where I need it. With the other hand, I dig into the fabric of the mattress and hold on for dear life. Fabric stretches and tears.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm going to cum," I cry, my voice high and desperate. "Don't stop, Diesel, please don't fucking stop."

"Never," he says. "I'm going to tongue fuck your pussy until you scream for me."

I shake, I moan, I shut my eyes and see stars gather at the edges of nothingness while my entire body comes alive as Diesel licks and sucks my clit, as his fingers fuck and stroke inside me, stoking the raging inferno within my body higher and higher. I grind my hips into his face and feel my wetness slip and slide against his hungry mouth.

"That's it, Samantha. Fucking drench my tongue," he moans. "Give me what I want."

I'm so close, my body tensing and quivering, thighs trembling against his face. Diesel feels me tightening and redoubles his efforts, sealing his lips around my clit and suckling hard as he curls his fingers just right -

I snap.

Ecstasy detonates through my body like a nuclear bomb, steals my breath and wipes my mind blank of everything but the all-consuming pleasure that radiates from where Diesel's smug and sinful mouth meets my thrumming sex. I'm distantly aware that I'm screaming, a stream of incoherent cries and curses spills from my lips as I come undone. My body convulses, back arching almost painfully off the bed, fingers clawing at Diesel's hair and scalp.

Wave after wave of pure bliss crashes over me, drowns me, pulls me under into a sea of electric sensation. Diesel doesn't let up for a second, his tongue and fingers prolonging my climax, wringing every shudder and moan from my trembling form.

It's intense; it's overwhelming; it's perfect.

Only when the last aftershock ripples through me does he finally relent; he presses a few soft, reverent kisses to my sensitive flesh before slowly withdrawing his fingers. I whimper at the loss. Diesel crawls back up my body, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the way, until he's hovering over me, face glistening with my essence.

"You taste fucking incredible," he says. He runs his fingers across his lips and licks them clean. “And you cannot imagine how many times I thought about doing that, even if some of it was just to shut you up.”

I smile at him. "You know, I had some similar ideas about how to shut that smart mouth of yours, too.”

"Is that so? Well then, by all means, show me what you had in mind."

I chuckle, and then I reach over the side of the bed and snatch my discarded panties off the floor. Before Diesel can react, I wad up the lacy scrap of fabric and shove it into his mouth to gag him.

"There, that should keep you quiet for a little while," I say. "And if it doesn't, well, what I'm about to do to you definitely will."

With a burst of strength, I flip our positions, pushing a startled Diesel onto his back and straddling his hips. My hands make quick work of his pants, tugging them down his muscular legs. Then I take his belt; the supple leather smoothly slides between my fingers and gives me a deliciously naughty idea. Diesel makes a muffled sound of protest around the makeshift gag as I loop the belt around his wrists and cinch it tight, binding his hands together above his head. His brows furrow and he tries to speak again, no doubt with some smartass remark.

“I don't want to hear any of your shit right now," I say, pressing a finger to his lips. "I may be nice most of the time, but right now, I'm in charge. Got it?"

When he still tries to mumble something, I slap him across the face. Not too hard, but enough to get my point across. His eyes widen in surprise before narrowing, a mix of indignation and arousal swirling in their dark depths.

I lean down, my breasts brushing his chest as I whisper in his ear. "Shh, no talking. Do what you’re told, and I promise you’ll enjoy it. Try to be an asshole, and I’ll stomp on your dick.”

His eyes go wider still — with both surprise and arousal.

Shit, is that a kink of his?

I hope I don’t have to find out. I really don’t want to hurt him — I just want to have some fun, and maybe show Diesel that I’m not just some pushover who helps people all the time.

“Just do as you’re told, OK?”

With a little shake of my head, I kiss his neck, then move lower. I take my time exploring the sculpted expanse of his upper body, scraping my nails lightly over his pecs and abs, tracing the lines of tattoos that sit over his powerful body, reveling in the way his muscles twitch and jump under my touch. Diesel's breathing grows heavier, his chest rising and falling rapidly as I map his skin with lips and teeth and tongue. When I close my mouth over one flat nipple and suck hard, he lets out a strangled groan, his bound hands straining against the belt.

"Sensitive, are we?" I tease, flicking the hardened nub with the tip of my tongue. He shudders beneath me and I feel a pulse against my leg as his hard cock surges reflexively, teasing me through the thin fabric of his underwear.

I chuckle and continue my sensual assault, slowly kissing and licking my way down Diesel's sculpted torso. His skin is hot beneath my lips, salty with a faint sheen of sweat. I can feel the tension thrumming through his powerful body, his muscles flexing and straining as I take my time tasting every inch of him.

I’m breaking him to pieces and I haven’t even sucked his dick yet.

The thought makes me laugh, and I pause for a moment before continuing.

When I reach the trail of dark hair disappearing into his boxer briefs, I glance up at him through my lashes and smirk. Diesel's eyes are nearly black, pupils blown wide with lust. His chest heaves with each ragged breath and I can see his pulse pounding in his neck. My panties hang from the corner of his mouth, which opens and closes quickly as he still tries to talk, but only manages some garbled noises.

"What was that? I couldn't quite make it out."

I trail a single finger along the waistband of his underwear. His hips buck up instinctively, seeking more of my touch, aching for me to free his cock.

"Nuh-uh, I don't think so. You'll get what I give you when I choose to give it to you."

With deliberate slowness, I hook my fingers into the elastic band and drag his boxer briefs down his muscular thighs. His thick erection springs free. My mouth waters at the sight, a fresh flood of desire pulsing through my core. He's impressively large, and before I know it, my teasing hesitation disappears as I can’t resist running my tongue along the length of his hard shaft.

Diesel groans, and the sound sends a shiver down my spine and heat pooling low in my belly. I take my time exploring him, tracing the prominent vein on the underside, swirling my tongue around the engorged head, savoring the salty tang of pre-cum that beads at the tip. He twitches and throbs against my lips, begging.

"Mmm, someone's eager," I say. "But I'm just getting started with you. It’s time for you to learn patience. But I promise, the payoff is going to be worth it."

Diesel makes a choked noise, a garbled plea muffled by my panties.

I smirk up at him, holding his desperate gaze as I slowly, oh so slowly, wrap my lips around his thick cock and swallow him deep.

His eyes roll back, neck arching as a guttural moan tears from his throat. The sound is pure sin, and it ignites a raging inferno inside me.

I bob my head, taking him deeper with each pass, my tongue flattening along his shaft. One hand wraps around the base, pumping in time with my mouth as the other fondles his balls. Diesel's breathing grows harsher, more ragged, his powerful body trembling with the effort to hold still, to let me maintain my control. But when his bucking becomes too much, when his sense of self-control shatters too much for my liking, I pull back, take him from my mouth, release my hold upon his cock, and look up at him, one eyebrow raised.

“Didn’t you hear me?” I say.

He’s shaking, his hips still bucking toward me, his eyes wide, wild.

Maybe he didn’t hear me, but he doesn’t understand. He needs to learn.

I slap his cock. Hard enough that his eyes go so wide I worry his eyeballs are going to roll out of their sockets.

“Do you understand me?” I say. “Patience is a virtue.”

Finally, he nods.

“Good. I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”

Then I open my mouth and lower myself to his hard cock and take him between my lips.

Hollowing my cheeks, I suck him hard, my head bobbing faster as I find a rhythm. My hand pumps what I can't fit in my mouth, twisting and squeezing in time with my movements. Diesel's breaths come quicker, harsher, muffled curses spilling from his gagged mouth as I work him over with lips and tongue and fingers. I can feel him getting close, his muscles tensing, his cock swelling even more against my tongue. Pulling back until just the tip rests between my lips, I flick my tongue rapidly against the sensitive underside. Diesel makes a sound like a wounded animal, his body arching off the bed as much as his restraints allow.

"Fuck, you taste so good," I murmur, my lips brushing his flesh with every word. "I love having your big cock in my mouth and feeling you throb against my tongue. I could suck you for hours."

He groans, long and low, his bound hands clasping and clawing and straining to break free.

“But I’m going to be nice and let you finish in my mouth.”

I swallow him; I pump him; I suck and bob my head until he breaks. Climaxes. His cock pulses and throbs deep in my mouth and hot cum shoots down my throat.

I swallow every drop, savoring the taste of him, milking his climax for all it's worth. Diesel shudders and writhes, garbled curses and pleas falling from his gagged lips as the ecstasy crashes through him in relentless waves.

When he’s finished, he sinks back against the bed, shaking, shivering, moaning.

Pride surges through me — I've reduced this strong, commanding man to a trembling mess with just my mouth.

Slowly, I work him through the aftershocks, licking and suckling until he's twitching with over-sensitivity. Only then do I release his softening cock with a loud pop and press a tender kiss to the tip before crawling back up his heaving body to pluck the sodden panties from between his teeth and toss them aside and give him a deep kiss. Diesel groans into it, no doubt tasting himself on my tongue as it tangles with his.

“Who the fuck are you?” He says, his voice a broken gasp.

“You seem surprised? Why? Just because I like to help people doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy having good sex.”

As if there’s something about helping others that prevents you from enjoying sucking dick or making a man’s jaw drop to the floor because you swiveled your ass in a way that caused him to see colors he’s never seen before.

He blinks. Breathes deep, in and out, then shakes his head.

“I’ll say it again: who the fuck are you?”

At first I don’t answer. I rest my head against his shoulder, smile, and run my fingertip up his chest. The motion sends shivering aftershocks through his body. Maybe being stuck here won’t be so bad.

It could be pleasant, even.

As much as it can be, still knowing that there are some truly evil killers hunting for us.

But I try not to think about that.

What I want to think about is Diesel — a man I misjudged, a man who lights me up in ways I’ve never felt before, and how, maybe, if the two of us work together instead of fighting all the time, I can see something like a happy ending for me and the people I care about; I want Jake to be free of Victor Moretti; I want to help Diesel become the man I think he can be if he can learn to let go of his pain; I want to survive this kidnapping and the ensuing war knowing that I did everything I could to protect others from being hurt by the incoming violence.

But there’s something else I want, too. Something much more immediate.

With a smile on my lips, I trail my fingertips down Diesel’s chest. Lower and lower still, until I grip something firm.

I squeeze it. Fell its length and girth in my hands.

“I’m Samantha Brooks. I’m the woman who’s trapped in a tiny apartment with a handsome biker who can be a bit of an asshole. I’d like to stop fighting with him, and maybe, if he plays his cards right, I’d like to ride his cock once he catches his breath.”