Page 34 of Escape

And then his mouth is on mine and everything else fades away.

We make out like teenagers until I can’t wait any longer. I fumble with his jeans and Owen helps me to get them off. With his jeans, his boxers also come off and he sits in front of me in all his naked gloriousness once he’s stripped off his T-shirt. His dick is hard and pre-cum is oozing from his tip. The fact that I have this effect on him makes me feel powerful.

I slide to the floor in front of him and push his legs apart. I reach out and wrap my hand around his dick. Owen's eyes are on me, unwavering. I lower my lips until I can slide them over the sensitive head. Owen groans deeply as his cock disappears into my mouth, then returns to view in a slick sheen of saliva.

I continue to look into his eyes, and take my time with each stroke. I make sure the head is wet when I bring it out, so my fingers can slide easily over it.

He groans, his hand reaching for my hair, then he pauses, giving me a questioning look. I keep my gaze locked on his face as I take his hand and whisper, “You can tug. I like it.” Returning my focus to his cock, my lips stretch wide around his girth as I take him in as deep as possible. The muscles in my jaw ache, but I ignore the slight discomfort.

My tongue circles the sensitive tip before flicking against the ridge underneath. Owen's grip tightens on my hair and a low growl escapes his throat.

I draw back slightly, my tongue continuing its work until he begins thrusting into my mouth. With each movement forward, he hits the back of my throat and I suppress the reflex to gag.

Lust burns through me like wildfire as Owen uses me for his pleasure. My hands grip desperately at his thighs for support as he fucks my face with abandon. With every other guy I would hate this but Owen is, despite his lust, as gentle as they come and me being able to give him this, fills me with heat and love.

I reluctantly remove my mouth from Owen's cock with a wet pop, eliciting a groan of disappointment from him. His hand releases its grip on my hair and we share a moment of eye contact filled with unspoken longing.

I grin as I push him gently onto his back on the sofa. Crawling up his body, I straddle him, positioning myself over his throbbing cock.

Grabbing hold of his shaft, I guide him slowly into my throbbing pussy. The feeling of fullness as he stretches me open is exquisiteand I take a moment to adjust before rocking back and forth against him.

My hands rest on either side of Owen's head as our bodies move together in perfect harmony. Every thrust pushes him deeper inside me until it feels like he is buried in the very core of my being.

The air is thick with our shared desire as we fuck with reckless abandon. The sound of our skin slapping together mingles with moans and sighs that fill every available space.

I lean forward until our lips meet, capturing the moans that escape from each other's mouths. The taste of him is intoxicating—a heady mix of desire and something uniquely Owen.

My nails dig into his shoulders as he continues to pound into me with an urgency born from two weeks of pent-up need. Each thrust pushes me closer to the edge and I can feel the first ripples of orgasm building deep within.

The pressure inside me builds until it becomes almost unbearable, then with one final push over the edge, everything comes crashing down. Stars explode behind my closed eyelids as waves of pleasure wash over me, leaving nothing but pure bliss in their wake.

I hear Owen's name on my lips as he takes me over the edge with him. Our bodies shudder together as we ride out the aftershocks of ecstasy.

I collapse onto Owen's chest, both our bodies slick with sweat. Our breathing slowly returns to normal as we bask in the warm afterglow of our shared release.

I listen to the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear. This is where I belong, here in this moment with Owen; connected in mind, body, and soul. After all, he is my hope.

Chapter 13

The Investigation

Mel

Istep into thelounge, my chest tightening as my eyes land on Will and Jon. They’re standing close, their voices low, though I can’t catch what they’re saying. When Will turns and sees me, his face softens, and I manage a small smile in return.

“Hey,” he says, stepping toward me. His hug is warm but brief, and when I pull back, I search his face for something—maybe a sign that he’s really okay.

“Mel,” Jon says, nodding to me, his voice steady but quiet.

“Jon.” I nod back, my eyes flicking around the room. For a moment, the three of us just stand there, the silence stretching between us, thick and awkward. Finally, I speak.

“It’s strange being here,” I say, my voice quieter than I expect. “Like the walls remember everything that happened.”

Jon hums in agreement, his expression darkening. “I know what you mean. Feels... heavy.”

We sit, the air between us charged with everything we’re not saying. I clasp my hands tightly in my lap, feeling the weight of memories pressing in from all sides. Will leans forward, his shoulders tense, while Jon stares off at nothing, his jaw set. None of us seems ready to break the silence.

Finally, I speak, the words spilling out before I can stop them. “I didn’t think I’d make it.” My voice shakes, and I swallow hard, steadying myself. Jon glances at me, his brow furrowing, but he doesn’t interrupt. Will doesn’t look up, but his hands tighten into fists.

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