by ML Ross
“Ryan! No!!” She yells, giggling, holding her hands out to stop me. I throw the snowball and it hits her square in her chest. As she’s dusting herself off, I tackle her to the ground. She tries to roll away from me laughing but I roll onto my back and hold her so she’s on top of me.
“Give me your hands and put those boots on top of my feet.” She places her hands in mine and lines her legs up with mine and then I start to move our joined arms and legs together making a snow angel. She looks all around us at what we’re creating together and smiles a big fucking smile. She’s beautiful. Her cheeks are rosy and her lips are so red. She grabs my face with her big mittens and kisses my lips with a big smooching sound. I flip her to her back and lick the seam of her lips asking her to let me in. She opens her mouth for me and my tongue attacks hers as we moan into each other’s mouths. We make out for a while like giddy teenagers, rolling around in the snow and then I jump to my feet.
“Come here, I want to show you something!” I say excitedly, pulling her to her feet.
I grab her hand and take her towards the back of the cabin. The front is treed with a dirt road leading out to the highway. In the back, there is a huge clearing with a small fishing pond that’s currently covered with a thin layer of shimmering snow. Past the pond, there are rolling meadows as far as the eye can see with a stunning view of the snow-capped mountains silhouetted in the background.
“Wow! This is amazing!”
“I know. I’ve spent a lot of time out here thinking.” Somehow being out here with her makes it all look so different. It’s like I’m looking at it for the first time. Details and colors I’ve never noticed before. It’s her. She makes me see things so differently. She gives me hope.
“Spending summers at this place would be incredible. Fishing, hiking, camping under the stars.”
“You had me at fishing. God damn, you look sexy as hell in those fucking boots.” Shit, I don’t know what it is about her in those boots. They are ugly as hell but picturing her in those boots and only those boots bent over waiting for me to take her makes my dick twitch.
“Gramps’ rubber fishing boots, huh?” She raises her brow and looks down at the giant boots on her small body.
“Just the boots.” I smirk and give her a wink. She stands there in the cold snow but her body is so fucking hot, it’s probably melting the snow all around her and the look in her eyes could set me on fire.
Does she want me to bend her over? The attraction between us is intense. I’m constantly hard. She shifts on her feet nervously.
“Come here.” I reach my hand out to her and then pull her to me. “Why do you look nervous?” I sway us back and forth holding her body in my arms trying to warm her up.
“I’m not nervous.”
“No? Something just happened. Tell me what you’re thinking?”
“Um, I was just wondering what this is? You know, between you and me?”
“I hope you don’t think it’s just sex. It’s more than that for me. I hope you know that.” I dip my head to look at her.
“Yeah. I’m just a little scared of these feelings.” She admits hesitantly.
“Don’t be. I’m feeling the same. We’ll get through it together.”
Chapter 11 - Vanessa
After we come in from the snow to get warmed up, I decide to put on a pot of coffee. Ryan gets the fire going and then goes into the bedroom to lay down. I can’t help to notice him glance at me twice on the way. Clearly, he is trying to trust me but he still has doubts. I turn on some music and start cleaning up around the kitchen. There isn’t much to clean. We don’t have that much. I do find a broom and clean up the floors. I wash the dishes. I hand wash my only pair of underwear in the sink. There is not a washing machine or dryer here and I’m going to need more clothes. I wonder how much longer we’ll be here. I start to think about going home. What will happen to Ryan? To us? He says he feels the same but what about when this is all over? I think about the way Ryan makes my body feel. I replay the moment on the kitchen counter and the chair and the shower and the bed and a shiver runs through me. I can’t get enough of him.
Dark Horse by Katy Perry begins to play on the radio. I turn it up loud. I love this song. It has a very sexy beat. I decide Ryan has slept long enough. The fireplace is heating up the small cabin so I strip down to my clean underwear and tank top and I open the bedroom door. He’s lying on his back with his jeans unbuttoned and his Affliction t-shirt riding up, showcasing his tight abs and the trail leading to where I need to be. His arms are resting behind his head and his mouth is slightly open. His brows are frowning like he’s having a bad dream again. I leap up on the bed making him bounce twice and stand over him, swaying my hips sensually to the music. It doesn’t take him long to wake up and watch me intently. I slowly pull my tank top over my head and shake my hair out. Then, I dance for him. ‘So you wanna play with magic. Boy, you should know what you're falling for. Baby do you dare to do this. Cause I’m coming at you like a dark horse’. With my legs spread apart standing above his waist, I move my hips and run my hands up my thighs, over my belly and over my breasts, pushing my breasts up and my nipples out. My nipples stiffen so I pull on them and play with them as I dance. He grips the back of my legs as I move above him. Bending my knees and squatting over him, I slide my finger in my mouth and suck, licking it as I slowly drag it out. I glide my wet finger down my body slowly before I dip it into my underwear as he watches me with longing. His eyes are bright, his tongue darting out to the top of his lip. I dip my finger deep inside myself and lick my lips with the tip of my tongue while keeping my eyes on his. He reaches up and drags my underwear down my legs so he can watch me finger myself. I kick my underwear off and push my finger in and out slowly, moaning softly.
“Did you try to run, Ness? Do I need to get the handcuffs out?” He says teasingly. My body shutters with desire. Dear God, this man was made just for me.
“I was so very bad, Ryan.” I bite my bottom lip to hold back my smile.
He leans back and reaches his arm out pulling the handcuffs off the nightstand. “On your knees. Over my face. Put your hands on the headboard.” He commands in his deep, sexy voice. I drop to my knees over his face and place my hands on the headboard. He locks my hands in place and I look down at him. My heart is racing. His face is between my legs and I’m surprised that I don’t feel a bit uncomfortable about it. He makes me feel sexy and confident. He scoots his body down a little more until I feel is breath rush out over my pussy. I’m still holding his gaze. I’m breathing heavy and my body is trembling. He gives me a look with his eyes that tells me to trust him. I do. He reaches his big hands up, grabbing my ass and pulling me to his mouth. Then, he eats me likes he’s starving.
“Oh shit!” I scream. He stiffens his tongue and fucks me with it wildly. I start riding his face as an intense orgasm builds quickly. His fingers dig into my ass pushing me further onto his face. “Ryan, Oh God Ryan!” I’m moving my hips frantically as his mouth is devouring me. He flattens his tongue and then licks me slowly up my center and then slides two fingers in while he sucks my clit into his mouth. He pushes his fingers in deep while teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue. My muscles clench around his fingers and then he smacks my ass, hard, as I feel him bite my clit softly. I scream as all the sensations at once become too much. An explosive orgasm rocks my body. He laps up my juices as I come on his tongue. I look down at him and watch, his eyes closed, as he gives me one last long lick.
I’m trembling and panting. My knees are about to give out. Ryan reaches up and unlocks the handcuffs and then cradles my body to his. He licks between my lips until I open for him and then I taste myself on his tongue.
“See how good you taste Ness. Like fucking cotton candy.” His dirty words turn me on. I swirl my tongue in his mouth and suck his tongue into my mouth as we both moan. We break away breathless and then I cuddle my face into his neck, closing my eyes and breathing him in.
“I never had an orga
sm before you. Well, except for the ones my B.O.B. gave me.” I confess.
“Who the fuck is Bob? Is that your ex-boyfriend?”
“No!” I laugh. “Battery operated boyfriend. My ex’s name is James.”
“James never gave you an orgasm?” I can tell he’s shocked. I know I’ve had them but they were nothing like what I just experienced.
“I had to fake it. I’ve never felt anything like that in my life.”
“Okay, so tell me now, what kind of relationship did you have with James?”
“He didn’t like foreplay. We usually just had sex in the missionary position for about 7 minutes.”
“You’re kidding? So he never sucked your pussy?”
“Ryan!” I push at him. I can feel his shoulders shake with laughter.
“You like my dirty talk, don’t pretend you don’t. So, did you suck him?”
“No. Never. You’re my first. For both.” I say looking up at him with a smile.
“I like that. What else can I be your first at?”
“Hmmm…..”
“Anal?”
“Oh God!” I bury my face in his neck.
“I take it that’s a no? You wouldn’t want to try?”
I start to shake with nervous laughter. “I don’t know.”
“I know you like to be restrained. What else turns you on?”
“You’re embarrassing me.”
“Why are you embarrassed all the time? Didn’t you and James talk about this stuff?”
“Never.”
“Well, I don’t want you to be embarrassed with me. If you want something from me, just ask. If you want me to suck your pussy, just say; Ryan, will you please suck my pussy?”
“Stop!” He laughs at me again. “What about the girls you were with? I know I’m inexperienced and don’t measure up to the experiences you’ve had but….”
“Don’t! You have no idea what you do to me, do you? I’ve never felt anything like this with anyone else. I was fucking out my frustration with those girls. It was different. I never felt anything like this with them.”
“What about Kim?” I ask hesitantly.
“Ugh.” He rubs his hands over his face. “It’s complicated. My feelings for her are complicated.” He leaves it at that. I’m not sure I want to push it. He’s sensitive about the entire Kim topic. Instead, I change the subject because I’m also curious about his past.
“Can I ask you something, Ryan? If you were so messed up after your parents died, drinking and getting into trouble. How did you end up at college studying biology and pre-med?”
“Before my parents died, I was a good kid. I was a great student with a 4.0. I had a good family. They were supportive and I had plans and goals for my life. When they died, I became so angry and overwhelmed with grief and I didn’t have an outlet. I had no idea how to deal with the extreme anger I felt. When I was sent to that foster home, I knew my days were numbered there. I had no clue what I was going to do or where I was going to go. I became uncontrollable. My foster parents didn’t want me there. They took me in knowing it was only for two years and if I didn’t come home, they were fine with it. Half the time, I was so drunk, I don’t even remember where I slept. I used girls. I stole. I stole from my foster parents. I stole from my friends. Mostly money so I could buy alcohol. Thankfully I didn’t get into drugs. I think I was close though. I felt so hopeless and then I got the call from that Lawyer. I suddenly felt I had a chance, that’s when I got this tattoo.” He points to his bicep. As if I hadn’t noticed it.
“What does it mean?”
“Hope, life, faith, honor.” He pauses. “Anyway, the Lawyer explained the Trust my parents left me. He explained how it worked and what was expected of me. The money was to be used only for college and living expenses. I hadn’t even thought about college since I lost my parents. I knew they had always expected me to go though. He also gave me a key to a safe deposit box. I know what’s in it. My Mom always said that when I turned 18, she would give me the information about my biological parents and that it would be up to me to decide what to do with it. I have no interest in finding out who they are. He also gave me another letter. It was a handwritten letter from my Mom. The letter talked about how she loved me more than anything and that I could do anything and be anything I wanted to be. That I was smart and going to do great things. I was always curious about biology, even when I was little. I loved science. I loved dissecting frogs in fourth grade. I was such a nerd” He laughs. “My Mom always encouraged me. She said I was going to help people, maybe even save lives one day. She said she was proud of me. After reading that letter, I knew I needed to make changes. I applied to school right away. I got my studio apartment. I slowed down with the girls and the drinking. But, you know, I was still a guy in college. I was still trying to fix my shit but I had plans to change my life and make a good future. I had goals again. I was trying to focus on school. I was trying to be a good person and make my Mom proud.” He shakes his head in disappointment. “Now I’m wanted for murder. Fuck!”
Chapter 12 - Vanessa
“We have developing news in the case of the missing girl from Colorado Springs, Vanessa Cartwright. Vanessa Cartwright’s car was found on the side of Route 50 near Gunnison with her belongings still inside on December 23rd. Police are still on the hunt for Ryan Jenson, a suspect wanted for questioning in this case. Just this morning, Vanessa’s mother, Lynn Cartwright, notified police that she received a letter that appears to be in Vanessa’s handwriting. The letter states that Vanessa is not hurt and that she is safe and will be home soon. Investigators are now pursuing new leads in this case and are very optimistic that they will deliver Vanessa safely to her family very soon. Please stay tuned for updates on News 9 at 9.”
Ryan and I stand next to each other listening to the recent news about my disappearance. Reality slaps me across the face. Ryan is wanted for murder and I am a missing person. It just doesn’t seem real. I’m afraid for him. We’re running out of time.
“I’m sorry Ryan. I didn’t think my Mom would go to the police. I mean, I guess I know why but I just never thought about how it would affect their search for you.”
“It’s not your fault. She just loves you and she wants you to come home.”
“Ryan, I need to go see Kim.” We’ve talked about this before and he doesn’t seem comfortable with the idea at all.
“Tomorrow’s Saturday. She’ll be at work. I just don’t think this is a good idea. Shit! I don’t know.” He says, running his hands through his hair.
“It’s worth a try. I’ll go in the morning. I’ll see what I can find out.”
Ryan and I are starting to feel an enormous amount of tension. I can tell he’s becoming more distant each time we get updates on the news and each time they seem to be getting closer to finding him and we are still clueless about what’s really going on and proving Ryan’s innocence. I’m scared. I’m not sure Kim is going to tell me anything, it’s a long shot. What happens then? Ryan is going to be hauled off to prison for murder. I know he’s having the same thoughts. I also don’t think he wants me to go see Kim. He still has doubts about me not going to the police or telling someone about him.
We desperately need a distraction. I need to do something to get my mind of things, so I go snooping around the cabin to see what I can find. Apparently, Gramps and I would have gotten along splendidly because I find a very cool stash of horror flicks.
“Ryan!” I yell from the bedroom closet.
“Yeah.” He comes running in. I love how attentive he is. Always right there when I need him.
“Up for a movie?”
“What did you find?”
“A bunch of classics. I think we should watch this one.” I hold it up. “A Cabin in the Woods.”
“You like horror flicks huh?”
“Love them!”
“You are my kind of chick. I could not have crashed into a more perfect girl.” He grabs my face and kisses my lips with a big smoo
ch.
I pop the movie in and curl up on his lap on the small armchair. It turns out not to be my kind of horror movie. It’s about a reality horror movie that people are producing underground or something. It’s the weirdest movie I’ve ever seen.
“This isn’t very scary.” I complain.
“Do you want to watch something else?”
“I wonder if he has Human Centipede in there. Do you know you freaked me out so bad when I woke up in the handcuffs that I immediately thought of that movie?”
“What? You thought I was going to make you into a human centipede?” He chuckles.
“I have a fear of creepy crawling bugs and of course being taken by an insane scientist that wants to sew people together would be another fear of mine. That movie was so disturbing. I’m still disturbed.”
“I’m sorry I freaked you out, Ness. I can’t even imagine the fear you must have felt. Not knowing what my intentions were. Do I still scare you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Shit, I don’t know. Do you feel like you have to do things how I want….”
“I know where you’re going with this Ryan. Don’t. Do you remember me fighting you off the day you brought me here? If I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t. I would fight.”
“Yeah. I just…..I’m fucking holding you captive here. It’s hard to know…you know, what’s real.”
“Ryan.” I grip his face with both of my hands, looking him straight in the eyes. “I swear. I’m not putting on an act. I want to help you. I will talk to Kim and I will come back. I promise.” I whisper into his lips as I search his eyes for that trust I want so badly from him.
“Okay.” He says quietly and with uncertainty.
He kisses me on the forehead and I cuddle back into him pretending to watch the stupid movie. I don’t know what else to say to him. Doesn’t he feel the emotion pouring off of me when we’re together? I feel like I’m oozing with passion for Ryan. How can he think I’m faking that while planning my escape? All of a sudden, I hear a noise that’s coming from outside the cabin and I jump. “Did you hear that?”