Trapped

by Shay Savage

  Once it hit the center of the dip again, I fanned out my fingers—still keeping my touch ultra-light—and stroked slowly toward the outside of her breast. I could feel my own breathing increasing in tempo with hers as I touched her through the thin material. I mimicked the motion with my other hand and the other breast, leaning in to kiss her shoulder as I moved.

  I didn’t push the material aside like I wanted to. This was far more than I expected out of the evening, and I wasn’t going to push her any further unless she explicitly asked for it. Instead, I swirled the tip of my finger around her nipple and felt it tighten with my touch.

  Tria gasped, and her hips bucked slightly, which brought a huge smile to my face. I continued with the light, barely there touches until her eyes were hooded and her mouth dropped open as she exhaled.

  “Do you feel that?” I whispered against her neck as I traced the outside of her nipple. I pulled back a little so I was over her again and then let my gaze linger down her body. “All the way down between your legs?”

  She gasped, and her gaze darted to mine. She shifted quickly from shock to desire, and moved to run her hand down my chest again, this time dropping lower. I captured her mouth as her finger traced the thin line of hair from my navel down to the top button of my jeans and stopped there, hesitant. I couldn’t breathe for a moment as I slowly circled her nipple with my thumb, and she opened her mouth to mine again.

  “Uhh!” I grunted as breath escaped through my lips at the touch of her hand through the denim. I tried to silence myself for a couple of reasons—one, because I didn’t want to start whooping for joy and scare the shit out of her now that she had finally made a move, and two, because I was afraid any sound I made would encourage my hips to move and possibly impale her on my dick in the process.

  God, I wanted to impale her. I could be Vlad the Impaler, and she could be my little Vamptria.

  She moved her hand slowly, fingers straight, over the outside of my jeans as I tried to keep myself totally still. Hesitantly, she palmed the bulge that was desperately trying to escape from the tightly confined space.

  “Show me?” she asked in a whisper.

  Without hesitating, I covered her hand with mine, feeling the warmth of her palm pushing against my straining cock with more pressure. Slowly, I moved our hands together, sliding her curled fingers over the outside of my jeans from the base of my dick to the tip and wishing I had known she was going to do this earlier so I could have changed into sweats for the occasion.

  “Is this okay?” her tiny voice asked.

  “Oh fuck, God, yes…” I babbled. My cock thought it had gone to dick heaven and was seriously threatening to bust some buttons. It was like it hadn’t had any hand on it but my own in over a year—oh wait, it hadn’t—and was trying to remind me that this was what it was supposed to feel like.

  Tria seemed to be getting the hang of it, so I released her hand and ran it up her bare side. She shuddered a little as I diverted course and brushed softly over her tits again. I covered her lips with mine and moaned into her mouth as she moved a little faster and with more earnest.

  Tria’s hand came up and palmed the head of my dick. Her fingers circled and twisted a little, creating tension throughout my body that began to focus below my navel. My thighs trembled slightly.

  “Tria…baby…shit…”

  “What?” she asked, her eyes going wide as her hand stopped moving. “Was that wrong?”

  “No…God, fuck no,” I muttered with only slight coherency. “It’s just…I’m gonna come if you keep going.”

  “You are?” she whispered.

  I tried not to laugh. I mean, what did she think was going to happen?

  “Yeah, I am,” I said simply. I felt her hand leave my cock altogether and tried not to sigh too loudly. I was greatly determined not to look disappointed, but I didn’t get the chance. I felt her fingers at the top button of my jeans. I watched with growing surprise as she unbuttoned them all, allowing my cock to escape.

  “I happen to know you own underwear,” she commented.

  “I might need to do laundry.”

  She didn’t say anything else about my fear of the laundromat. Instead, she reached out and touched the tip, causing the rather happy little bastard to jump a little. I watched as she wet her lips and wondered how long it might be before I felt her mouth on my cock. The thought was quickly rendered meaningless as I felt her hand grasp my hard flesh.

  “God, yes…” I mumbled, and Tria smiled as she started to move her hand over me again, this time skin to skin.

  Still trying to give her the lead, I didn’t buck my hips into her hand as much as I might have wanted to, but just let her feel me in her hand and move how she wanted. I wasn’t going to complain about technique, anyway. I was mostly just trying not to blow in under thirty seconds.

  Tria tightened her grip a little, and my cock angled out a little farther from my body. She slid her fingers easily up and down the shaft, and I tried not to look smug when I noticed her fingers didn’t even come close to reaching around me.

  I tilted my head back and groaned as her hand came up over the head of my cock before sliding back down. I ran my hand down her side and gripped the outside of her thigh.

  “That’s it,” I told her. “A little faster.”

  She obliged, which elicited another loud moan from me. I panted as my fingers gripped her thigh and I felt a familiar—yet far too long without another participant—tightening in my back and legs. My balls clenched and my legs shook as I cried out one more time before euphoric spasms followed the movement of her hand up my shaft, and I came in spurts all over her hand and yoga pants.

  She stroked me a couple more times, further spreading semen around and making me just want to melt into her.

  I caught her mouth with mine, kissing her in gratitude.

  “Was that all right?” she asked, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

  “Are you covered in my jizz?”

  She blushed, and I kissed her quickly one more time before running off to the kitchen for a pair of towels, one of which I dampened in the kitchen sink before returning to clean us both off.

  “I should probably change my clothes,” Tria giggled.

  “Well, you could,” I said. “Or you could wait until I get a chance to pay you back.”

  “Oh! Um…no, that’s okay,” Tria stammered. “I mean…maybe another time?”

  I tried to hide my disappointment, but I figured we were still taking things one step at a time or whatever. Frankly, after the hand job, I was feeling far too good to be too upset about not getting to touch her back.

  “It’s probably about time to head to bed anyway.”

  “Laundry tomorrow,” she announced as she got up from the couch.

  “Ugh,” I grumbled. “You know how to kill a mood.”

  We both changed into sleeping attire and then met in the center of the queen-size bed. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her again.

  “Thank you,” I whispered. “Normally I’d be returning the favor about now, but you haven’t said okay to that yet.”

  “Um…”

  “No rush,” I said. “When you want it, just remember I owe you one.”

  More blushing.

  She settled against my chest, and I lay my head back against the pillow. She was warm, and I was still reeling from the fact that I didn’t have to jerk myself off that evening. Granted, it couldn’t be the same as being inside of her, but at this point I considered it a giant fucking leap.

  “You never do what I think you are going to do,” Tria remarked quietly.

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “I was expecting…I don’t know…groping, I guess.”

  “Did you want me to grope you?” I asked.

  She shook her head.

  “No,” she said quietly. “I just…figured you would.”

  “Tria.” I moaned dramatically. I reached up and took her chin in my fingers, tilting her head
a little to look at me. “You gotta tell me what you want and what you don’t want. If you want to get groped, tell me that because I’m probably happy to oblige. If you don’t want something, you have to tell me that, too.”

  She brought her shoulders up in a tight shrug.

  “What?” I pressed. “Why don’t you want to talk about this?”

  “It’s just…embarrassing.”

  “Tria, you just held onto the most intimate part of me while I came all over your pants. Frankly, that shit’s a little embarrassing, too, but it’s all part of the package deal.”

  “Package deal?”

  “Sex, baby,” I said. “It can get messy, but it’s all worth it. It can be embarrassing, too, but one thing it won’t be is any good if you don’t talk about what you want.”

  “I don’t know what I want,” she admitted. “I don’t know what to tell you, and you’re going to…”

  She trailed off and didn’t continue until I practically had to beg.

  “You’ll be disappointed,” she finally whispered. “Or you’ll really want something I don’t like.”

  “Tria!” I said again. “Jesus, girl, this isn’t a one way street, you know. Part of what I like is finding out what you like. I want to see you come all over me and know I made you feel that way. If I’m doing something you don’t like, you won’t come. If you don’t come, it defeats the whole purpose of fucking.”

  “But we haven’t yet,” she reminded me.

  As if I had forgotten.

  “Well, we made a decent amount of progress tonight,” I replied with a grin.

  “Are you going to…to get tired of waiting?” she asked.

  “Not if you keep doing that,” I assured her, but she didn’t smile. “Tria, you know I’m perfectly capable of getting myself off if I really need to.”

  Her eyes got big.

  “You really do that?”

  I couldn’t help it. That one caused a big belly laugh.

  “About every fucking time I get in the shower,” I told her.

  “You shower twice a day.”

  “Sometimes three times.”

  Tria pondered for a while, and I stroked my hand up and down her arm. I traced a line over the top of her shoulder, up her neck, and down the edge of her jaw with my index finger.

  “Do you ever do that?” I asked.

  “Do what?”

  “Touch yourself.” She didn’t have to answer. I could tell from her darkened cheeks and the way she refused to look at me.

  “Not…often,” she finally admitted.

  Damn, if that didn’t make me hard again.

  I leaned in and kissed her right below her ear, then moved down to her shoulder, and then back up again. The tips of my fingers grazed over the skin of her arm.

  “Do you think about me when you do?”

  “I don’t have to say,” she replied haughtily.

  “I’ll take that as a yes, then,” I murmured into her ear. “That will make my job easier when you decide you want me to return the favor.”

  *****

  I had pretty much decided I could survive by hand jobs alone.

  Tria still hadn’t gotten to the point where she would let me reciprocate, but I was definitely getting more boob time, and I now owed her six orgasms, due whenever she got comfortable with the idea of me getting my hands between her legs.

  My feet pounded the cement, and the frozen vapor of my breath escaped my mouth in quick, rhythmic bursts. It had warmed up a lot in the last week, but it was still cold enough to have started my run in a hooded sweatshirt. I was nearing the end of the trek, though, and I was feeling damn hot in the thing. As soon as I got to the apartment building and did a quick cool-down walk around it, I pulled the sweatshirt over my head before walking into the hallway, still panting a little.

  I heard voices from beyond the door before I opened it and was somewhat surprised to see Tria sitting on the couch with another young woman. She had a shock of bouncing red curls and a laptop computer open across her legs.

  “Hiya!” Tria said with a giggle.

  I had no idea what she was giggling about, so I gave her a look that was intended to ask her if she had been drinking. She just giggled again.

  “This is Elissa,” she informed me. “Elissa, this is Liam.”

  “Hi,” Elissa said, and her face flushed about the same color as her hair.

  “Hi,” I replied hesitantly. I tossed the sweatshirt on top of my gym bag, which sat on the floor near the door. Tria rolled her eyes, and I picked it up and hung it over the back of the chair instead. Even I had to admit I was a bit of a slob, but she was trying to mend my ways.

  “Elissa and I are working on a project together,” Tria informed me. “We have to do a presentation next Friday, and she has her own laptop!”

  “I see that,” I said.

  “It’s on the psychology of economics,” Elissa said. “Why some people choose to live below their means and others spend far more than they should.”

  I raised a brow at Tria but didn’t comment.

  “We’re going to do interviews,” Tria informed me, “with people who are spending way more money than they can really afford, subjecting themselves to credit card debt, and compare them with others who won’t buy the luxury car and choose to live within their means.”

  “Then there are others who subject themselves to poverty,” Elissa added.

  “It’s something we’ve talked about in class,” Tria said. “It’s all about socioeconomic classes and the decisions that lead to either moving yourself up or down. Are they happenstance, poor planning, or conscious choices?”

  I laughed once through my nose.

  “Sounds…thrilling.”

  “Don’t you mock me!” Tria snapped, but she was hiding a grin.

  “Who, me?” I asked, feigning innocence. “You know I just don’t understand any of that shit.”

  “Whatever!”

  Elissa was looking back and forth between us, but every time I met her stare, she looked away quickly and blushed again. It was pretty fucking funny, actually. She couldn’t look me in the eye at all.

  “Well, if you’ll excuse me,” I said with a wicked grin and even wickeder follow-up, “I’m gonna go masturbate in the shower.”

  Elissa’s mouth dropped open, and her eyes bugged out like a frog’s. I couldn’t help myself, so I walked over to the couch, grabbed Tria’s chin, and planted a good one on her mouth before I sauntered out of the room, untying my sweats as I went.

  “Oh my God, Liam!” Tria yelled after me. “The worst part is that he’s probably telling the truth!”

  With a laugh, I shut the bathroom door behind me.

  “Tria, you minx!” Elissa whispered in far too loud a voice for me not to hear. “That’s your boyfriend?”

  “Uh huh,” Tria replied, and she giggled again.

  Fucking schoolgirls.

  I smiled as I turned on the water, because I kind of liked it.

  After the shower and a quick jerk-off, I stood in front of the mirror and rubbed at my chin. I grabbed the razor and made quick work of the day’s worth of growth and then brushed my teeth. When I walked back out, I paused like a creepy little stalker and listened to them talk.

  “I just don’t see how you are not doing him,” Elissa was saying. Her voice was quiet, and I might have felt bad for eavesdropping, but the topic was just too interesting. “I mean, you live with him, you’re dating, and he has got to be one of the hottest guys I have ever seen in my life. He’s older, he’s seriously built, and sexy as fuck. Why aren’t you jumping his bones?”

  “We’ve done some stuff,” Tria replied quietly.

  “That’s a man who needs it all,” Elissa replied.

  I wondered just what sort of man I was supposed to be and whether there were any out there who didn’t need it all.

  “It’s not that simple,” Tria replied quietly. “I just…don’t feel ready. I mean it’s exactly what you just said—he’s old
er and, well, gorgeous. Do you realize how many women he’s been with? How am I going to compare to all that?”

  “Tria,” Elissa said with a sigh, “he’s not with those girls. He’s with you!”

  “I know that,” she said, “but I…well, I don’t have any, you know, experience.”

  “Ohhhh!” Elissa drew out the syllable for way too long. “Well, you certainly have the opportunity! Just go for it!”

  “Yeah,” Tria grunted, “go and make a fool of myself.

  “I doubt he’s going to mind what you do,” Elissa assured her. “I mean, he’s a guy, right? From the last couple of boyfriend’s I’ve had, they’re pretty happy with whatever they can get. Besides, lots of guys think that’s really hot to be with a virgin.”

  “But it’s still a risk, isn’t it?” Tria asked. “I mean, if he…if I…well, if I suck at it, then he can probably replace me in about thirty seconds. He gets all kinds of offers every time he works. They buy him drinks and ask him out all the time. If what he has here is…mediocre…why not take one of them up on it?”

  “Are you serious?” Elissa said in a harsh whisper. “Aren’t you more afraid if he’s not getting any here, he’ll find it somewhere else?”

  “A little,” Tria admitted. “I don’t really think Liam is the cheating type, though. I think he’d just tell me to get out if he got tired of waiting. He keeps saying he’ll wait.”

  “You are crazy,” Elissa declared. “It sounds to me like you want him, and he’s happy to give it to you.”

  Yeah, I almost yelled out loud.

  “I’m not used to that,” Tria responded. “No one’s ever really wanted me. At least, never wanted me for me.”

  “Well, I’m telling you right now,” Elissa said, “that man wants you.”

  There was a pause in the conversation, and I figured I probably ought to make myself known. I was already feeling a bit low for listening in, so I reached behind me and closed the bathroom door with a bang before walking back out.

  “Getting a lot of homework done?” I asked.

  “I think we’re probably done for today,” Elissa said as she blushed again. She gathered up her laptop in a bag, and I wondered if Tria could fit one of those things inside the Luggage of Lucifer. I decided not only would the laptop fit but probably the laptop bag as well.