The Hitchhiker

by Kathy Coopmans

  An ache strikes deep inside of me. It starts at the tips of my toes and lands on top of my skull. It seeps in my blood and drowns itself there. Long gone is the thought of my robotic mode around him. He’s lit me up into an inferno with no hope of being extinguished until he’s nestled in my depths, freeing me from the darkness and running straight into him.

  Katch reaches a palm up to my shoulder, shocking me straight back into reality. I flinch. His touch reminds me of everything happening in my life. How stupid my thoughts were just now. I can’t do this. Not him. Not right now. I run. Bolt out of the bathroom, sprint down the long hallway with the final destination being the front door. Life or death doesn’t really matter anymore. Designer pens or booty shorts are long gone as well with the woman who was once me.

  His thundering footsteps echo behind me. I’m no fucking fool and know his long legs will easily catch up with me, but I run anyway. Heading for that big front door to escape a man who will break my heart.

  The television is still on. Netflix is no longer streaming. The local news is shouting from the screen, giving a live feed. The large palm that set me running for my life captures me once again by the nape of my neck, pulls me into his wet, hot chest. He’s still naked, his thick, raging dick pushing against my ass.

  “Let me go, fucker.”

  “Caitlin. Stop. I’m sorry. Is that what you want me to say? I’m so motherfucking sorry that I can’t fucking see straight.”

  “No. You’re a liar, a coward, and you’ll use me like you do everyone else. I refuse to be a prisoner brainwashed with your sick, fucking mind.”

  In a flash, he spins me around, taking us both to the ground. Even though it’s me landing first on the cherry-wood hard floor, I don’t feel it. We are chest to chest, both heaving from the chase. His body heavy, his jaw ticking, and his angry eyes staring me down.

  Katch dips his face low to mine, but I turn my head, refusing to stare into the eyes that have held me captor since picking me up on that lonely highway. Fuck him. And fuck this twisted game of survival. My cheek is soothed by the cold hardwood floor as I whip my face away from him.

  I focus in on the news broadcaster who has perfectly plump lips lined in a mulberry color. I bet her life is great.

  “Look at me.”

  “No. You need to get off me.”

  “Like hell I do. Now, fucking look at me.” I refuse.

  I keep my cheek turned, the television blaring; the well-dressed broadcaster is my only solace now. The only noise rising above the steady stream of the television is our heavy breathing. I don’t miss the fact that our bodies are lined up perfectly, and he’s offering everything I’ve wanted for days now.

  “Breaking news,” the reporter says.

  Banners and symbols flash across the screen. I choose to focus on that and not that raging-hard cock bobbing between my legs. A handsome man with no scruff and perfected eyebrows fills the screen. Opposite of everything Katch is.

  “Going live to Trena.” The man’s Adam’s apple bobs with each syllable. “She’s on site at a vacant home just outside of Pasadena with breaking news.”

  The screen switches to another put-together newscaster. Her hair is perfect with a high-end scarf topping off her outfit.

  “Trena here, on the site where a woman who has been held captive for an unknown amount of time was found a few feet from where I’m standing. A young man stumbled upon her locked away in an old dirt cellar behind a vacant house he had been hired to tend to. Details unknown. Our sources say she’s been abused and tortured for some time.”

  The television flashes to a picture of a woman splayed across a stretcher. The emergency personnel are trying their best to get her to help. But there’s one shot that zooms in on her features. Her eyes are sunken into her head, barely letting the flick of the green in her irises pop. She’s emaciated. Nothing but skin and bones. My heart stops beating when she stops struggling with a uniformed police officer. Her hair is long and matted, greasy and full of filth.

  “My mom.” The two words catch in my throat.

  I try again, but it’s no better. I turn my head to face Katch, who is still staring me down like a rabid animal. I pierce the top of his shoulders with my fingernails to get his attention.

  “My mom.” I dig deeper into his flesh. “Look, it’s my mom.” I sound like a wounded child. A defeated little girl.

  He finally looks away from me to the television, seeing the same thing as me. I watch as it all dawns on him the way his brows draw together and his fist clenches on the floor by my side.

  “Are you sure?” he whispers.

  “That woman is my mom.” This time, I feel my nails dig into his flesh. “She’s alive. How?”

  I begin to panic, just like I did with the apple scent. My vision blurs and my body begins to tremble.

  “Caitlin,” Katch yells, cupping my face and digging into the apples of my cheeks. “No. You don’t pull away from me. You stay the fuck in this world with me. Do you get me? Goddamn it!” His raised voice is enough to pull me from my stupor. I focus on his searing gaze, fighting to only focus on him.

  “I’ll go get her for you when I find out what’s going on. Stay with me, baby. Feel this.”

  His palm drops from my face down to my side. I feel the blaze of heat roam up my sides, scalding my skin forever. Katch kneels back, cradling me to his chest while pulling up my shirt and peeling it off me in the same moment. My back connects once again with the cold floor.

  “Katch,” I whimper.

  His fingers drag down the yoga pants until I’m bared to him. No panties in the way.

  “I have you, baby.” He’s back in my face, running the pad of his thumb down my cheek. “Let me catch you. I’ll protect you. Feel it.”

  I fight the whirling dizziness cycling in my foggy mind, only focusing on the deep timbre of his voice. He’s talking to me and holding me like I should’ve been held the day my mother disappeared. I feel my body float up from the depths of hell into his comfort.

  “I have you, Caitlin.”

  “Hollywood,” I whisper.

  “Hollywood,” he repeats and then rolls us over so I’m on top.

  When my gaze fights to see the television, it all blows in one fell swoop. Katch extends his leg to knock the big screen off the stand. It tumbles to the ground in the opposite direction of us. I watch as it short-circuits and then falls black with a shattered screen framing it.

  “Look at me.”

  This time, I listen because I’m fighting the darkness I refuse to let consume me. My green orbs match his whiskey-colored ones, and my world tilts off axis. Everything I thought I knew vanishes, and the only person holding me up is my current reality.

  He continues to run circles with the pad of his thumb over my cheek, soothing me more than he’ll ever know.

  “I won’t hurt you. It’s your lead, Caitl—”

  I stop him before he has the chance to finish. “Hollywood!” I scream.

  A faint smile plays out on his face, but I don’t miss the worry lines framing his every feature. He’s just as scared as me with the breaking news and the carnal urge for each other.

  It fuels me to raise my hips while biting down on my bottom lip. His thick cock brushes my clit, sending the first real jolt of emotions through me.

  I roll my hips over and over, letting the length of his cock rub my clit. I moan and ride him, feeling all of the sensations. Katch doesn’t move his hands from my hips. He’s right there piercing through my flesh as I get off on just rubbing myself on his cock.

  “C’mon, baby. I got you. Let go.”

  His grip tightens to a point my flesh burns, nearly extinguishing the thought of falling over into ecstasy. It only takes three more writhes of my hips and looking down to Katch. He’s there, ready for me to fall apart. I don’t. Not yet.

  10

  Katch

  I was damn near ready to blow my load to her beautiful face when she walked in on me. I’m done waiting. My
cock has never wanted to fuck a woman so hard in my life, and I need inside of her. To claim her and fuck her until she admits that she’s done fighting me.

  I spin us around using my hand to not smack her onto the hard floor this time. My dick is reacting in a carnal way to fuck her raw when both he and I finally get a look at her body spread out on my floor.

  “Fuck me. You are the most beautiful thing I’ve seen.” That is no damn lie, either.

  Her breasts are heaving up and down, her nipples hard as hot little rocks. It’s the heat from her sweet, bare pussy that has me wanting to take a taste of her. I grab her ankles, spread her wide, and sink my teeth into the flesh on her inner thigh, before biting all the way up to her wet heat. I can smell her, the fucking delightful scent that hits my nose. Sinful and sweet.

  I lick right up the middle of her and buzz like a bee at her honey-tasting pussy. I want her taste all over my beard, down my throat, and dripping down my fingers. I want to make her forget that she feels broken, that her life is about to spiral out of control with this news about her mother. It’s going to rip her apart. Tear her into unrecognizable pieces. She needs this right now. I hum in the back of my throat. Her taste better than I imagined. I’m a greedy son of a bitch. I’ll never deny that. The one thing I can’t deny is the internal need to possess this woman. I’m all kinds of fucked up. I don’t respect half the people I meet. I treat people like shit, including her. I’ll never change my ways. It’s not in me to do so, but I’ll fight like hell to be a better man for her.

  I palm my hands on her sweet little ass. She has no fucking idea how much I want to claim that, too. I want to fuck her mouth. Watch her swallow my cock and my come down her throat. Fuck me. I just want.

  After those chicks left my room, I felt the guilt sucker-punch me. For the first time in my life, I felt as if I betrayed someone. I hated that Goddamn feeling, and I’ll be damned because I can’t let her go.

  She pulls me out of my fantasy world when she screams my name as I bite down hard on her clit, my tongue moving to that sweet spot my cock is begging to crawl into. Her arms fall straight out to her sides, searching for something to grip onto. I open my eyes to see hers glazed over, her want for me blazing out of those stormy, green eyes. Fuck, she has me hooked, and I haven’t even fucked her yet. I lick every part of her I can find, her body shaking as she comes in my mouth, her juices coating my beard, my tongue, and I inhale her smell. I have no Goddamn clue what she’s going to do next, where her mind is going to take her from here. All I know is, right now my Hollywood is with me; she wants this. I let her ass fall to the floor, gently. I lean over her and take her by that feisty mouth. I let her taste herself with the first sharp swipe of my tongue. I’m not usually a man who takes my time. Most of the time, I couldn’t give a shit if the woman gets off; my release is all I care about. Not with her. I’m going to make good on my promise of fucking her raw.

  When she bites my lip and draws blood, I know it’s time to fuck her.

  “You want this?” I sit up on my knees, stroke my dick, and watch her eyes go wide.

  I need to make sure she’s with me on this and not stuck in her head.

  “God, yes, I want it. I want it so bad I’m ready to climb on you and take it.”

  “There she is. You can climb on and take it anytime you want. This first time, I want to watch my cock get buried in you.” I pick her up, and within a second, I have her bent over the couch, her ass in the air, and I admire my view.

  “Hang on, baby. I ain’t taking no mercy on this pussy. I’ve waited too long.” I slam into her hard.

  Her body jolts forward, her pussy clenching my cock for dear life. I’m as emotionless as a person can be, but right now, those emotions are spilling out of me as I pound into this woman’s tight pussy. I can’t even fucking think straight. She feels so Goddamn good.

  “Oh, God, Katch. I’m going to come again!” she screams. My name is bouncing off my walls and hitting my chest.

  “Fuck, yeah, you are. Take it, take all of my cock and coat him with your pretty pink pussy. Play with your clit. I want you coming until you can’t fucking think, Hollywood.” I lift her ass just enough for her to place her fingers right where I can see them. I want her to feel me slamming into her everywhere.

  “Jesus fucking Christ. If you could see this right now. Your greedy pussy is a treasure. It’s gripping the hell out of me, screaming for more. You like this, don’t you?”

  “Katch. If you don’t shut up and fuck me like you promised, I’m going to kick your ass when we’re done.”

  Oh, I’ll shut her up, alright.

  “Scream my name.” I grab a handful of her hair, pulling it until her back arches, her body strung taut in my hands. Those eyes directed at me.

  “Oh fuck,” she says. Her body is bucking wildly back against mine with her fingers moving over her clit.

  Her hips are slamming back into mine. Hollywood is giving as good as she is getting. I knew she would fucking wreck me. Her striking eyes are glazed over with so much desire I can hardly tell they’re green.

  The more I thrust into her, the tighter my balls become. I’m sweating, holding out to get one more release out of her sweet little cunt.

  I’ve never fucked a woman so hard in my life.

  “You better give me one more before I fill up this pussy of yours.” I slam into her hard, my legs burning. My thighs are clenching, and when she clutches her walls around me, I spill into her on a wild roar. Her name is falling from my lips. I milk my cock until it’s dry.

  “You okay?” Never cared about asking a woman that before, either.

  “Yes. I might not be able to walk straight, but I’m more than okay.” The minute I pull out of her and watch my cum drip out of her bare pussy is the minute I realize I lost my mind and didn’t use a condom. Another fucking first with Hollywood.

  She realizes it, too, when she stands up, turns around with eyes as wide as I ever seen them. God, don’t freak the fuck out on me now. Not after this. But God doesn’t listen to a man like me.

  “No. Oh, God. What was I thinking? Less than two weeks ago, I saw a woman with your dick in her mouth. God only knows how many you were with since then.”

  I pull her to me. Shocked when she actually lets me. Her body goes limp in my arms; her face burrowed in my chest. I decide to go all fucking in.

  “Doesn’t fucking matter after what just happened,” I murmur into apple-scented hair. “I’m always wrapped.”

  She peeks up at me through her long lashes. “Always?”

  “Always.” I stare down at her then form a crooked smile. “Until you. I have a feeling there’s going to be a fuck ton of ‘until you’s.’”

  Hollywood goes silent for a beat, tracing the eagle tattoo on my chest before speaking again. “This might piss you off, but it seems what I do best.”

  “Go ahead.” I nod.

  “No other women when you’re with me. Period. I don’t share or play well with others.”

  She’s fucking serious right now. Her brows scrunched down in a glaring scowl, and a hint of fire flares up in those emerald-green eyes. She’s fucking adorable when she’s pissed off, and it seems we thrive off that shit together.

  I slowly begin to nod. “Only you.”

  I tangle her hair through my fingers, finding her smooth locks calm my inner beast, hushing its screams. Addiction. A spiraling one at that.

  “I’m serious, Katch. If I even find you looking at another girl, sticking your dick in her mouth, or anything like that, I will make it so you are dickless.”

  “With what, your fancy-ass ink pen?” I can’t help but chuckle at her this time, which in turn only pisses her off more. She’s making me hard again with her display of fiery possessiveness.

  “A dull machete. Very dull.” She smirks. Goddamn she-devil.

  “Hollywood.” I bring her face up to mine until our lips are brushing. “You better be damn good at sucking dick, then. Because you’re it.”


  She smiles, but I’m not done.

  “Now, shut the fuck up and kiss away your taste on my lips.”

  Our lips crash together. Frantic, desperate, and hungry for each other. Even more so now than just an hour ago.

  11

  Caitlin

  I run the pads of my fingers over my swollen lips and love the way they feel. The man really did fuck me silent. The ache between my legs should be non-existent, but it’s not. I want him again, forever. Staring into the mirror, I smile back at my flushed cheeks. He saved me once again. Katch refused to let me spiral downward into a blackout.

  I can’t believe my mother is alive. I have to find her. Get to her and make sure she’s going to be okay. It’s a miracle, and I’m not sure if I can fully believe it until I touch her. Here I thought the life of power, money, and corruption my father led me to believe was delivered to me out of guilt and shame, because I believed him when he came to that party to pick me up that she really came looking for me. He has lied to me my entire life. He took her from me. I know he did.

  “Babe.” Katch steps up behind me, still naked as the day he was born. “Curtis is on his way over. Hop in the shower.”

  “Join me?” I ask.

  He smiles into the sensitive skin at the nape of my neck. His beard deliciously tickles me, reminding me how fucking good it felt between my thighs. I will ride that beard one day.

  “Don’t think it would be a good idea if he saw me fucking his baby cousin when he comes over.”

  “Quick?” I ask.

  “Nothing I do to you will be quick.” He backs away, stepping out of his master bathroom.

  I fight to ignore the chills racing up my spine and the new-forming dampness between my legs. This asshole has my number, and for the first time since I lost my mother, I feel my shield slowly slipping away.

  “Don’t you need a shower?” I point to his cock, which is still hard, beautiful, big, and mine.

  He plants his hands high on the doorframe, not the least bit embarrassed to stand there naked. Jesus Christ, this man. I know he’s about to hit me with a fucking bomb when a signature Katch crooked grin covers his face.