Cave Man's Captive

by Juliana Conners

  I thanked them all and sat back in my chair, taking it all in. We might not have been the best of friends while we were in the SEALS, or even now for that matter, but knowing that they supported me and understood where I was coming from did a lot to ease my comfort. I had accepted the dinner invitation largely because I wanted to spend every minute that I could with Michelle. Now I was starting to feel like more than just an unwelcomed outsider.

  "I'm so proud of you for sharing that," said Michelle, squeezing my hand. "I know that it wasn't easy. But, how do you feel?"

  "I feel pretty good, actually," I admitted, squeezing her hand back. Her hand was warm and soft. I tried to hold onto it for as long as I could before she pulled it away.

  "Can I play with Henry?" asked a little boy, popping his head up at the table.

  "No Bryant," said Whitney. "Henry is going to have a nap."

  "But, I don't want him to have a nap," whined Bryant. "I want him to play with me."

  "Well, you can play with him when he wakes up from his nap," snapped Whitney, getting up from the table.

  "I DON'T WANT HIM TO HAVE A NAP! I WANT TO PLAY WITH HIM!" He started pounding on the table with his fists and screaming at the top of his lungs. I instantly became grateful that I didn't have a child because I didn't know what I would do in a situation like this.

  "Hey buddy, why don't you come in here with me," said Hope, reaching out to grab Bryant's hand. "Drew is about your age and would probably love to play with you."

  Bryant quieted down, sniffling. He reluctantly took Hope's hand and followed her into the living room to where Drew sat quietly playing with some trucks on the floor.

  "Why should all go into the living room?" said Darren, getting up from the table.

  "I'll help you clear the table and get everything cleaned up, Hope," volunteered Michelle, gathering empty plates that had been left at the table.

  "Thank you," said Hope. "You really don't have to though. I'd be happy to take care of it and join you all afterward."

  "Nonsense," said Michelle, putting the plates into the sink and opening the dishwasher to start unloading the clean dishes.

  The rest of us sat down on the couches in the living room.

  It was a warm, intimate setting. I had finally gotten the dark secret off of my chest and felt more comfortable sitting there with all of them. Watching them interact with their cute kids and the love that they all had for each other made me think about having a family of my own. Michelle and I would have some beautiful children. And I knew she would be the most amazing mother. I looked over at her in the kitchen chatting happily with Hope and I hoped that I might have the chance to make her my wife and start a family with her. I would do everything in my power to make her happy.

  It wasn't until I was sitting there with them that I started to see the drawbacks of being isolated for so long. I had only thought about how I was protecting myself from being hurt by people. I had never given much thought that it was keeping love out of my life.

  I hadn't realized how unhappy I had been. I had been so busy making sure that I never ran into another person that I didn't think about the fact that I really had been lonely. Being around Michelle and the guys and being able to open up and connect with them, I now felt like I was a part of something real, something beautiful. I thanked my lucky stars that I had been out in the woods that day.

  We chatted for a while. I listened to them tell stories about their lives since they left the SEALS. They told me about how they had met their wives, what it felt like when they became fathers for the first times, and all of the adventures that they had been on. Some of the stories were amusing.

  After a while, everyone became tired. Maybe the three bottles of wine that we had polished off had something to do with it. Looking around the room I noticed everyone was leaned over like wilted flowers.

  "Ugh, I am so tired! I've got to head off to bed soon," said Michelle who had finally joined us.

  "Yeah, me too," said Monica. "Good night all." She stood up, waved and disappeared down the long hallway.

  "Yeah, I should be taking off soon," I said, getting up to leave.

  "Why don't you stay the night?" suggested Hope. "We have plenty of room. I can make sure that there's an extra blanket or anything else that you might need to be comfortable."

  "That's okay," I said. "I don't want to impose on you guys any longer. You have already been so wonderful to me."

  "It's no imposition at all," said Hope, getting up and heading down the long hallway.

  Michelle looked at me, smiling sleepily. I wished that I could spend the night with her in bed together so that I could hold her and make love to her again. But I knew that wasn't going to be possible. Still, I was grateful that I would at least be spending the night in the same place as she was.

  It had gotten dark, so it probably wouldn't be a good idea for me to be driving anyway, especially since I had been drinking wine and was feeling quite sleepy myself. I went into the guest room that Hope had prepared for me and plop myself on the bed. I lay there staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t get my mind off Michelle.

  Chapter 20

  Michelle

  "Good night,” Hope said as she headed down the hall to her and Darren's room. The wine definitely had me buzzed and made me quite tired. I shuffled off to the room that Darren and Hope had given me to stay in.

  "Good night," came Elijah's gruff voice. It almost startled me.

  I began thinking of him as I undressed. I kept remembering what he felt like inside of me, the way that he made me cum. Thinking about it made my clit throb and I reached downward to touch it. It jumped and my pussy tightened and became slippery. Knowing that he was just a few yards away I wanted him even more… I wanted him deep inside of me.

  I was so turned on. I quickly lay on the bed and opened my legs. I rubbed my pussy with the palm of my hand, back and forth, circling my clit with my fingers, imagining that it was Elijah's tongue lapping against it. I inserted one finger, then another, then two more, filling my pussy, stretching against my thrusts inside of me. My mind flashed back to Elijah in the cave, the way that he had forcefully tied me up and fucked me so roughly, spanking me while pulling my hair, then biting me. He was so forceful. His broad, muscular body so manly and sexy. My pussy was now soaking wet. The stickiness started to drip down my hand as my juicy wetness coated my fingers.

  I knew that I shouldn't have been playing with myself in someone else's house. I had a fleeting thought about whether or not I had locked the door. I thought that I did, but either way, I didn't think that anyone would walk in. Anyway, I was too consumed with thoughts of Elijah that I couldn't help but pleasure myself.

  And though it felt really great fingering myself while thinking about him, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. I was truly enjoying myself out here away from my past. I hadn't thought much about the life that I had left behind… my drunk father and the sad apartment. I had been so engulfed with taking in the mountain scenery and fresh air… and meeting Elijah was just been a happy bonus. But soon these experiences will be happy memories, snapshots of moments of joy that are gone. I didn't want this to be over. I wanted to freeze time so that we could stay out here forever in a perpetual state of bliss.

  My pleasure was building as I slipped my fingers in and out of my soaked pussy. I moved my hips faster and faster as I pushed against my fingers, my other hand rubbing my clit back and forth. I opened my legs wide and closed my eyes and felt like I was about to cum. My pussy tightened and shuddered as a powerful orgasm rushed up. My breath caught in a hot bubble as my nightgown encircled my head, letting my body be free to enjoy the fullness of the orgasm.

  Just as I was beginning to cum, the door creak..

  It was Elijah. He stood there in the doorway staring in at me. The light of the hallway against his back made it hard for me to see his face.

  I jumped up in the bed like a cat who had water poured on it. Elijah quietly closed the door and ran across th
e room to the bed where I lay. He was so fast. It was almost like he flew inside of the room. He pressed his finger to my lips telling me to be quiet.

  "Stay like that," he said softly. He walked across the room and pulled up a chair that had been sitting against the wall beside the bed.

  "What are you doing?" I asked, confused.

  Elijah sat in the chair and propped one leg upon on the other one.

  "I want to watch you play with yourself." He whispered with a deep voice.

  I was hesitant at first. I never had anyone watch me like that before. In fact, I had never really been naked in front of anyone like that... so exposed. But being so near to Elijah and feeling his electricity turned me on too much to say no. I laid back and continued rubbing my pussy, watching him as he watched me. He had a look of pure, unadulterated lust on his face while he began grabbing at his dick, trying to control the erection that was building in his pants.

  "We're going to get in trouble," I said, shaking my head. Here I was in the house of the lady who invited my employer over as guests and I was here having a sexcapade with an ex-SEAL buddy of theirs. I wondered if my mother's crazy spirit was infecting me somehow.

  "I like to live dangerously," said Elijah smiling as he leaned forward in his chair, reaching his hand over so that he could rub my legs. He unzipped his pants and began stroking his dick while he rubbed up and down my body.

  "Keep playing with yourself," he said in a throaty growl.

  I grinded against my two fingers, circling my fingers around my clit. My pussy was wet with frothy white cum. It was still tender from the orgasm that I just had. I stared Elijah in his eyes as I rubbed all around my pussy, watching his excitability as I played with myself.

  "You know, you scared me at first," I admitted through breaths and strokes. "But I loved that it was you who walked in."

  "I loved that it was me too," he said smiling.

  "Come here." He tapped the edge of the bed. I scooted to the edge,sideways. He leaned me back and opened my legs, putting a leg on each of his shoulders. He touched my pussy with his fingertips and moaned deeply as he felt the slickness of my vagina.

  "You are so wet," he said. He stuck his fingers to his mouth and sucked, cleaning them of my juices.

  I need more," he said in way like he ached for me.

  He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. Cupping my ass in his hands, he leaned down and buried his face into my pussy. He rubbed his soft beard back and forth against my pussy, teasing and tickling me as I became more excited. He kissed the quivering lips one at a time. He opened his mouth and I could feel the heat of his breath warming my already hot pussy even more.

  "Yessssssssss," I hissed, leaning my head back as I savored the feel of his mouth on me. He parted my pussy lips and ran his tongue up and down my clit. He moved his tongue so slowly around and around, flicking it back and forth. It was exhilarating! He sped up, sucking my clit with his soft and full lips, slurping up all of my wet cum that was dripping down my legs. I was so turned on as I looked down watching him drink me in, lapping me up gratefully while continuing to stroke his massive erection. He inserted his fingers one by one into my pussy, licking my clit at the same time. He stroked my pussy with his hands, fucking me with his fingers. He went faster and faster, vigorously pulsating his hand. I pumped hard against his mouth and hands, spilling wet cum onto his tongue and splashing on his face and fingers.

  "You taste sweet like honey," he whispered, pausing just for a moment before diving right back in like a champion. It felt electrifying. I came so hard. My pussy was tender as he kept slurping my juices up while I backed away, trying to free myself from the intense lock his arms had on my hips. He sucked my pussy nonstop, his tongue fluttering and gyrating in and out. . I felt a scream threatening to come out of my throat but I held back

  "Stop! Please! Okay!" I begged, panting, trying to claw myself away from him on the comforter.

  He hopped up on the bed and pinned me down.

  "You're not getting away," he said, holding me. I felt a rush and goose bumps envelop my body. He pressed his hard dick against my pussy, quickly rubbing his dick head against my slick clit. I jumped, my clit still incredibly sensitive from the powerful orgasm that he had just given me. He pushed his dick in me hard and fast, making me take in a sharp breath. My pussy tightened around his dick and then relaxed. He pulled his dick out slowly and then rammed it in fast again burying deep in my canal. I wanted to scream out like I did in the cave so I grabbed a pillow to drown out the sound I desperately needed to release. He continued slowly pulling his dick out and then pushing it in again.

  "Don't scream," said Elijah, removing the pillow and covering my mouth quickly as a yelp escaped. He let out a slight chuckle. But I pulled the pillow back over my face as he continued to pound me to oblivion I couldn’t help myself, it was too much for me to keep in but I didn't want to wake anyone up in the house.

  But, the way the gyrating thrusts dug deep within me and reaching parts that I didn't know existed, it made me lose all control. But now it was his turn to cum. I felt Elijah’s body tense up, his mouth open then his cum fill the tip of the condom… then a warmth emitting from deep inside of me. He was much better at keeping quiet than me. But I could see by his expression he savored every moment.

  He held me for a long time, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest. I lay beneath him, taking shallow breaths to counteract the weight of his muscular frame on top of me. I could barely move and, being completely honest, I didn't want to. He leaned down and kissed my forehead tenderly, pausing for a moment.

  "I've got to head off to bed," with a twinge of sadness lacing his eyes.

  "Okay," I said, knowing that he was right, but wishing that we could get a few more moments. What I really wanted was for his to grab be, snuggle up and have us fall asleep in each other’s arms. But then again, we were guests in the home of virtual strangers. Even though Elijah and the guys had a military background that they shared, I knew they hadn't seen each other in a very long time. Plus, I still wondered if there was some bad blood between them. There seemed to be some unspoken tension whenever they were in the room together. Then again I could be wrong.

  "Are you sure that everything is alright between you and the guys?" I asked absentmindedly, almost thinking aloud.

  "Uh...well...I'm not exactly sure. They seemed to respond well to what I told them at dinner," he said, his brows furrowing like he was straining to remember. I immediately felt bad and didn't want him to start worrying. I really wanted them to work through whatever their issues were and make up for old times sake.

  He stood up and slowly put his clothes back on. It was like he was taking his time, like if he went slow enough he could somehow freeze time and we could have stayed there in that bedroom forever.

  Unfortunately, we both knew that wasn't possible.

  I closed the door but before he slipped out he gave me a quick peck on the cheek and wished me sweet dreams.

  I lay in bed angry. It started off as deep sadness. I wanted to spend more time with Elijah. It turned into anger when I thought about the fact that this would soon be over and I would be back to my sad, miserable existence with my father. It made me wish that I hadn't come at all. I wouldn't have known how much I would miss spending time with Elijah if I hadn't met him.

  But, I had met him. And somehow, he had gotten down deep into my soul. I drifted off to sleep, my anger dissipating into satisfied smiles as I remembered the feeling his tongue gave me as it caressed my hard clit.

  I didn't know how or when but knew one thing for sure: I had to have more of him. I needed to feel every inch of him deep inside of me again before this trip was over.

  Chapter 21

  Elijah

  The smell of pancakes wafting through the air woke me up the next morning. I stretched and opened my eyes. It took me a minute to remember where I was. Once I did, I began smiling at the thought of the night before. I wished that I
had been able to stay in bed with Michelle. She was so beautiful, all of her… inside and out! She had such a sweetness about her that I wanted to be around her all of the time. The way that her smile went all the way to her eyes when she looked at me… this made me want to make her smile every day.

  "Send a plate of pancakes to my office, honey," said Darren, a few paces outside the door of the guest room that I was in. I could tell that it was a room that they hardly used, except for possibly for storage. The plastic for the mattress was still on covering it. There was a sheet set and comforter folded on the bed.

  "I would have made the bed," said Hope when she led me to the room at the end of the hallway. "I just didn't think that anyone was going to be using this room. If you want, I can make the bed for you."

  She moved toward the bed and started to put the fitted sheet on a corner of the mattress.