Captured By The Beast I

by Daniella Wright

  "Please," I whisper, rolling my hips towards him. He ignores me, other than pinning my hips firmly to the ground to keep me from moving. I whine pathetically, trying to fight his grip, and he gives me a slight warning nip on the stomach. My thighs clench, and I press them together, desperate for any sense of friction.

  “You’re so impatient.” He murmurs in those velvety tones. I mewl in response, and he slowly unbuttons my jeans before tugging the zipper down at an almost agonizingly slow pace. He presses through the gap presented, touching a fingertip to my panties before drawing it back almost immediately. I want to curse his name, but the sensations are such sweet agony that I can’t help but want more. I tense my hands in the blanket beneath me, and he lifts my hips just slightly, drawing my jeans down my legs, and off my feet. He tosses them aside carelessly, considering my legs with an expression that is nothing less than hungry. He runs his hands along the smooth expanse of my legs, parting them and sweeping his fingernails up and down the inside of my thighs.

  “I just need…” I mutter, and he pauses, pressing his palm against my mound. I know my panties are soaked, and the warmth of his hand radiates against my outer lips.

  “What do you need?” He inquires, and I whine helplessly in response. I’m not one to beg, I don’t want to seem as desperate as I feel but it feels as if I am slowly coming unhinged.

  "Touch me." I implore, and he quirks a cheeky smile, curling his fingers in the waistband of my panties. He slides them down, grazing his fingernails along the swell of my rear. He seems to take a moment to simply take in my nudity, and I try to cross my legs. He won't have it, however, nudging my thighs apart and exposing me to the open air. It seems entirely unfair that all I can see is his abs, while he's looking at my most private area. However, I offer little complaint as he lowers his head, pressing his tongue flat against me. He starts at the bottom, tracing his tongue up to my twitching nub. I gasp in ecstasy with every sweep of his tongue against my sensitive pearl, but he seems to be avoiding it. He thrusts his tongue into my twitching hole, and I clench around him. I feel my essence spilling all over his face, and the sheer lewdness of the situation seems as if it will unravel me. He draws away, wiping his face with his hand and licking his palm and fingers clean. It is then I see just how much he is straining against the fabric of his jeans, and I reach out to him, drawing my lip between my teeth. He seems to sense my anticipation, and exhales a shaky breath through his nose. I'm overwhelmed by the desire to see it, touch it, and I set him free of the confines of his pants with a pop of his button. It's no small wonder that his jeans had managed to hold him for so long, with the length that is presented to me. He smiles unabashedly, giving it a little wave in my face. I know what he wants, and I know that I shouldn't, but… he had caused me such torment, it was only fair I return the favor before he gets to the main event, right? I grab the base of his manhood, sliding my hand up his shaft before lowering my head towards the head. He tenses his hands in the blanket that is spread beneath us and I shoot him a cheeky smile before taking the very tip of him between my lips. I suckle lightly at just the head, giving him a teasing preview of what is to come. His eyes widen, and I can't help but muse how cute it is when his toes curl. I slide my lips further down his length, taking as much of him as I can manage. Not only is he a horse shape shifter, he seems to be hung like a horse as well. I can barely reach three quarters of the way down before having to slide back up. My saliva provides a slick sheen to his manhood, and I grip what I couldn't reach with the first sweep with my hand. I lower my head once more, bringing my hand up as I drag my mouth downwards. He cries out, a long keening sound, and I'm certain he will near his peak at any moment. I give him a final squeeze, freeing him from the pleasant confines of my mouth before looking up at him with a small smile. His eyes blaze with a desire unlike any I have seen before, and he shoves me down against the blanket, positioning himself quickly. I aid him in his effort, reaching down to line him up with my damp slit. He bites his lip, thrusting forcefully into me. I all but scream in a mix of pain and pleasure, and he pauses for a brief moment before pulling out. I feel an emptiness unlike any I had felt before, and I wrap my legs around him, guiding his hips into meeting mine once more. We work for a moment to get the right angles, to get the perfect rhythm of push and pull. As he thrusts into me, I roll my hips towards him and cry out his name. As I feel myself reaching my peak, I sink my nails into the flesh of his shoulders, dragging them down his back. He grunts as he hilts inside of me, and I feel his warm seed fill me. It seems over all too soon, not to insult Chester's endurance, that is. It's just so good, I'd be happy enough to linger out here with him forever. However, a vague expression of guilt passes over his face as he draws away from me, shifting his jeans back into place. I recognize the guilt reflected in myself as well, my mind wandering to the man I'd known for nearly a lifetime.

  "We should head back." I murmur, quickly getting dressed. It's obvious that we're thinking the same thing, and we step out of his secret area, hoping the scent of our activities isn't painfully obvious. We make the trek back to the farm, and he guides me up the hill. I feel his eyes upon me, and though a fire is growing within me, I can't ignore the feelings I still hold for Lucky. As we wander through the pastures, I can make out Lucky's familiar figure tending to some of the horses towards the outer edge of the pasture. I glance towards Chester, gesturing for him to walk in the opposite direction while I continue towards Lucky. He seems reluctant, but obliges me, and I can only hope I don't reek of sex as I approach my childhood friend. He doesn't seem to notice me at first, and I wrap my arms around him from behind as I approach.

  “Well if it isn’t the queen of sass, herself.” Lucky drawls, turning to face me. He considers me for a moment, and I’m certain he’ll know what I’ve been doing. He draws his lip between his teeth, and my eyes are drawn to his mouth. I know I shouldn’t be looking at another man, scarce moments after I had made love to his best friend. But I can’t help myself, as awful as it is. “I was hoping we could talk.” He says softly, reaching out to brush his palm to my cheek. I should say no. I should tell him that I’m with Chester, and that I can’t… do whatever it is he wants to do. But I can’t deny those big brown eyes, and I find myself taking him by the hand. Where Chester’s hands had been soft, his were rough and calloused. I can’t deny that I’m reveling somewhat in the contrast. Lucky takes a moment to let me out of the pasture before closing it behind him. He offers me his arm, and I loop my own around it. He grins warmly, and I feel my heart pounding in my chest. I thought these feelings would abate after my time with Chester, but inexplicably, I only feel more excited after our bout together.

  “So, what did you wanna talk about?” I inquire gently, allowing him to guide me away from the pasture. This time, we move towards the woods on the edge of the property. I pause briefly, offering him an uncertain look. “Aren’t there cougars in these woods?” I ask uncertainly. He smiles as if he knows something I do not, continuing to guide me into the woods.

  “They don’t ever get this close to the farm. They’re further out.” He explains. I take the explanation at face value, trailing just behind him but remaining close to his side.

  “Well, that still leaves my first question.” I riposte, and he rumbles a laugh. He simply guides me deeper into the woods, examining each tree as we go. He seems to be looking for something, and I have no idea what he could be looking for in these woods. He pauses in front of a seemingly random tree, reaching his hand out to touch the bark. He smiles faintly, glancing to me from the corner of his eye. I meet his gaze curiously, looking to where his hand rests on the tree. He drops his hand away, and I see a jagged heart carved into the tree. I feel my heart pounding in my chest as I recognize my own initials within it, along with Lucky’s. “How old is this?” I ask, giddiness rising up within me. He chuckles, leaning against the tree and crossing his arms over his chest.

  “I carved this when we were… about ten years old, I reckon. I almost cut
my finger off, I’m sure you remember that time I had to get stitches.” He says with a quirk of his lips. I grin, laughing warmly and throwing my arms around him. I nestle my face against the side of his neck, listening to the soft sounds of his breathing.

  “Do you know how many times you and I had to get stitches when I was a kid?” I breathe against his skin, and he shivers before chuckling softly.

  “Yeah, and I know most of the time we gave each other those stitches. You were a wild one. I always liked that about you.” He murmurs, brushing a hand through my hair. He pauses, and I wait for him to speak again, sensing that he has something important to say. “I always swore I was in love with you, from the day we met, til the day I was sure I’d never see you again.” He chuckles, and I draw back to consider him. He meets my gaze, and all at once I’m struck by just how much of that little boy remains in my childhood friend. Though I had never seen him as anything more than a buddy when we were kids, I’m certain that what I’m feeling now goes beyond standard friendship feelings. His eyes lower to my lips, and I flick my tongue out to moisten them. Before I can stop it, even if I wanted to, his lips are upon mine. His kiss is tender, filled with a passion I’m not quite sure I felt even with Chester. Of course, it was a passion I couldn’t have felt with Chester. It was a passion that resulted from years of puppy love. I tangle my hands in his hair, pressing him against the tree that has our initials scrawled on it. He nudges a knee between my thighs, and I gasp against his lips, deepening the kiss. He rests a hand on my rear, pulling my hips closer to his own and allowing me to rock in a steady rhythm on his knee. I can feel his erection pressing against my belly with each press forward, and I bury my face in his shoulder, overwhelmed by the rollercoaster of emotion I had experienced through the day. He kisses my ear, muttering dirty little promises that I dare not repeat. He murmurs about how much he wants to take me, in what positions, all over the barn.

  “I saw you in your window this morning. I know you saw me, too.” He murmurs, and I whimper out his name, helpless to stop the sensations he was causing me. He tightens his grip on my rear, much firmer than before, and pulls me firmly against his clothed length. I shudder out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I reach down, deftly unbuttoning Lucky’s jeans and freeing his length, palming it in my hand. He swallows a moan of pleasure, and I slowly stroke along the length of it, wondering how it would feel to be with Lucky instead of Chester. All at once, I pull away, meeting his gaze. Guilt surges through me, and as much as I would like to explain myself, I know that I can’t. If I were to tell him what I had done with Chester, any feelings he may have for me would disappear, I’m certain. At the same time, I care very deeply about Chester as well, and know he would be wounded to see me locked in such a passionate embrace with Lucky. When I had never intended to betray either of them, I had somehow managed to betray both. All in the span of a day.

  “You feeling okay?” He inquires softly, pressing a hand to my forehead as if to check for a fever. I swallow my despair, smiling uncertainly.

  “I’ll be alright. But we should probably head back. Daddy’s probably going to have dinner ready soon.” I offer. He smiles and nods, pressing a final, chaste kiss to my lips before pulling away. He smiles awkwardly at his still stiff member, managing to somehow stuff it into his pants in a manner I’m sure is uncomfortable.

  “Are you gonna be okay?” I inquire awkwardly. He smiles in spite of himself, managing to button and zip his jeans. His manhood presses against the fabric, straining so much it seems the button will pop.

  “I’ll take care of it later,” he murmurs with a blush. I feel myself reddening as well, cursing myself for just how much I want to help him take care of his little problem. He offers his arm once more, and I loop ours together. I can’t help but wonder where on earth Chester has disappeared to as we make our way back to the house. The sun is beginning to set in the sky, and in spite of the guilt that brews within me, I can’t help but picture a perfect night with both men. I imagine the tree of us dancing through the fields, catching those lightning bugs that ever eluded me as a child.

  As we step into the house, I’m immediately struck by how tense Chester seems. He considers us briefly as we step inside, but quickly turns his attention back to preparing dinner. He clatters and clangs with significantly more agitation as he cooks, and Lucky watches him with narrowed eyes. My father steps down the stairs, leveling a glare at Chester as he falls into step beside the sandy haired man.

  “Is all that noise really necessary?” Daddy inquires, and Chester stares at him for a moment, looking as if he will apologize. Then, his eyes fall upon Lucky and immediately narrow in anger.

  “Is all this disgusting puppy love drivel really necessary? We get it Lucky. You have a crush on your little gal pal. Get over it and keep your junk in your drawers.” Chester says snidely. Lucky jolts to attention, eyes widening in disbelief. It’s becoming increasingly apparent that the private moment Lucky and I had shared in the forest hadn’t been so private after all, though I suppose it must have been obvious with how… uncomfortable Lucky was as we walked in together. It no longer seems to be a problem now, as the sheer shock of the situation dissolved any arousal any of us may have felt.. I bury my face in my hands, quietly praying that this will blow over and Lucky will let the comment slide.

  “Well, gosh, Chester. I didn’t know such a playboy would be threatened by the idea of anything deeper than a physical connection.” Lucky retorts snidely, and Chester’s eyes meet my own. His eyes widen incredulously, and he tosses his head back in a laugh.

  “What has come over you two? You’ve been bickering and at each other’s throats since…” My dad trails off, considering me through sympathetic eyes. “Well, you boys need to stop thinking with what’s in your pants, and start thinking with your brains. I can’t have the farm running smoothly if you two are at each other’s throats over a girl.” He pauses, drawing his gaze back to me. “And as for you, young lady… you need to deal with this. Ignoring it and hoping it will go away is obviously doing little good. So, since you three are acting too childish to deal with this properly, I have any idea.” He announces. The two younger men exchange glares before looking to my father. I swallow thickly, uncertain of what direction this will go in.

  “I’m all ears.” I offer weakly. Daddy smiles before clapping his hands together.

  “You three are gonna go on a camping trip in the woods. A sort of… trust building exercise. You’ll pitch a tent out in the middle of nowhere, and you can’t come back until you’ve talked out your feelings and have come to a resolution.” He says decidedly. Lucky’s eyes bulge, and Chester makes no attempt to swallow his groan of irritation. I feel as if I’ve been handed a death sentence, as dramatic as that may seem.

  “Can we at least eat first?” Chester implores. That seems to be the only thing the two younger men agree upon, and Lucky nods, trying to grab a plate for himself.

  “Nope!” My father announces, swatting Lucky’s hand away. “Consider this a bit of incentive. The sooner you three resolve your issues, the sooner you can come back and enjoy this delicious dinner.” He grins. Even I struggle to see the sense in what he’s suggesting, but it’s not as if I’ve got many options.

  "Alright," I say defeatedly, and both of the men I care for fix me with unhappy expressions. "It's not like we have any better ideas. I'll get the tent, you two get the rifles." I offer wearily, standing from the table and slipping away to the upstairs storage area. Once I am alone, it takes all that I have not to collapse to the floor, sobbing. I gather the bag that holds the tent in my arms. I don't know if either of the men have sleeping bags, and for the moment I don't care. I simply snatch mine up in my other arm before descending the stairs once more. I slip outside, waiting by the porch light until the men warring for my attention emerge from the house as well. Lucky is the only one with a rifle shouldered, and I quirk a brow at Chester. "Aren't you going to grab a gun?" I inquire, trying to keep the bite out of my tone
. He simply rolls his eyes, gesturing towards Lucky.

  “I think he has it covered.” He said, snideness dripping from his words. I consider snapping back at him, but swallow my words, instead trekking ahead of the two. As we make our way to the forest, all is silent for some time. The only sound is that of crickets chirping, and for a moment I have some hope that this thing will resolve itself, as my father has intended.

  “So, how’s it feel knowing you’re second choice? You know what they say about sloppy seconds.” Chester says snidely, and an icy sensation crawls up my spine. Lucky glances towards him, quirking an uncertain brow.

  “I think you have this whole situation mixed up. I know you saw Cassie and I uh… kissing and such, in the forest, so I don’t see how you figure I’m the second choice.” Lucky bites back. The icy feeling seems to spread throughout my body, into my chest.

  "Oh, so she didn't tell you what we did, what… twenty minutes prior?" Chester grins, and Lucky pauses in the middle of his stride. He considers me, eyes wide with betrayal before he turns to consider Chester. I simply continue walking ahead, hearing their arguing growing in volume, and I know that they must both hate me at this point. I had betrayed both of them, and even worse, I had more or less taken advantage of their ignorance of my feelings twice on the same day.