The Intruder 15

"Don't move."

I felt something hard and cold pressed against the back of my head, just behind my right ear. I jolted at the sensation, dropping my book as I turned to look. "Kevin what--?"

"I said--" The cold metal pressed harder, hard enough to let me know that the end was round. I heard the unmistakable sound of a hammer being cocked back, and a frightened gasp wound out of my throat. I froze, wide-eyed, staring down at my fallen book as I slowly put my shaking hands up. "For God's sake, what's going on? Who are you?"

"Shut up and do what I tell you."

His voice was husky, rough as he spoke. He pressed the gun harder against my skull, and I couldn't help but yelp. "Dammit, stop that!"

"Get up."

"No! Who the hell are you? Kevin--!"

"Your boyfriend can't hear you."

My heart almost stopped at that. My boyfriend is a black belt in karate. He doesn't get hurt easily, mostly because he moves too fast for anyone to touch him. How in the world--?

"Y-you didn't hurt him, did you?" I stammered as a horrifyingly strong hand wrapped around my bicep. "Tell me you didn't hurt him!"

"Get up." He pulled me to my feet, none too gently. He steered me away from my armchair, keeping behind me at all times. "Don't look at me."

"What do you want?" I cried, my heart in my throat. "Don't--ouch!"

"Don't move." His hand tightened hard on my arm as I felt the gun barrel slowly draw away from the back of my head. I stiffened, my ears straining to make out the strange clicking sound behind me.

I felt the first handcuff close around my left wrist and choked on a scream. I spun around in his vice-like grip, the fingers of my right hand hooked and raking across his eyes, nearly catching in the black knit of his ski mask. The man jerked back and ducked, swearing in fury as I kicked out his knee. Kevin's not the only one who knows karate.

The intruder sprang back, his fingers slipping away from my arm. He snarled something, one hand flying to his hip, where he had slid the gun inside his waistband. He tore the gun free and aimed it at my head, one finger curling around the trigger.

I gasped, staggering back, losing my balance. I head been getting ready to kick him in the head with a roundhouse, but I had forgotten about the gun. I reeled back, the backs of my calves slamming into the coffee table. I fought to stay up right, but the next thing I knew he had lunged forward, shoving me to the floor.

He pinned me to the ground, not making a sound as I screamed. I was in an awkward position, lying on my side with the black clad intruder lying on top of me. He was heavy, and I was out of ideas. In my panic I couldn't remember how to flip his body off of mine.

With one free hand I dug my fingers into the carpet, trying desperately to claw my way free. The intruder caught my right hand, wrenching it back. He planted a knee in the small of my back and rolled me over onto my stomach. I fought him as best as I could, but he was strong, and pressed my right hand against my back as he struggled with the left, finding the handcuffs hooked on my hand and locking it around my right wrist.

I fought for breath, grinding my teeth as I felt his solid weight pressed against me. I tried to turn my head to look at him, but I couldn't see that far. I could only make out his broad chest, clothed in black.

"What do you want from me?" I spat. "You son of a bitch! What do you want?!"

I felt his weight shift as he leaned forward. I could make out the edge of the ski mask, I could feel his hot breath against my cheek and ear as he whispered cruelly, "You know what I want."

I screamed. I squeezed my eyes shut and I screamed until my throat was raw. I hardly noticed as the bandanas were tied first around my eyes, then around my mouth, cutting the scream short.

I howled in protest as he stood, then hefted me up over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. He wrapped one arm around my legs, keeping me from kicking. I felt his opposite hand sliding up along the inside of my thigh, as he stood, chuckling. He turned and began to walk out of the living room.

"I've had my eye on you for a long time," he said, his voice husky, his gloved hand inching its way up to the junction of my thighs. "I've been dying to fuck you."

"Touch me and you will die!" I roared through the gag. If I didn't get kill this son of a bitch first, I knew Kevin (God help him) would tear the fucker limb from limb.

I heard the familiar squeak of a door hinge and jumped. He wasn't--? For God's sake, he was going in Kevin's room? He was going to--on Kevin's bed?!

I cried out in terror as I fell, grunting again in surprise as I bounced off of the mattress. I hardly had time to register where I was--I could smell Kevin's cologne on the bed, the familiar, fading scent of our sex--when a hand wrapped around my ankle and dragged me to the edge of the bed.

The man pushed me onto my back, planting a hand against my collarbone to hold me in place. I heard an odd 'snikt!', then shrieked in terror as something cold and sharp sliced through my shirt.

I didn't dare move as he cut my shirt away. I sensed him pausing, lightly running the tip of the knife over my ribs before sliding it under the front of my bra and slicing it away.

I jumped at the cold air on my breasts. I cold feel the nipples hardening, and I felt my face flush with embarrassment. He drew in a sharp breath. "Look at those beautiful tits."

"You're sick," I whispered, cringing as I felt him climbing onto the mattress. I bit down hard on the gag as his knee forced its way between my tightly clenched legs, pressing hard against my covered pussy.

I couldn't help but yelp in shock as I felt a pair of soft lips wrap around one nipple. He sucked hard on the tip, running it between his teeth and teasing it with quick, hard flicks of his tongue. He made a satisfied, purring noise, his opposite bare hand cupping my free breast, squeezing gently, running his thumb over the nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers, his thigh pressing ever harder against my pussy.

I gasped as his mouth moved from one breast to the other. Beneath me, my fingers clawed at the sheets as I desperately fought not to become aroused.

But I couldn't help it; my breasts are really sensitive, and he what he was doing, it felt so good. There was a growing, deep throb between my legs, and I couldn't escape it.

He drew away, agonizingly slowly. I could hear the grin in his voice. "How was that?"

I shook my head hard, not trusting my voice.

He carefully edged a finger under the bandana across my mouth, pulling it away. "I want you to talk--"

"Fuck you!"

He laughed. I felt him slid his body down along mine. There was an unmistakable hard lump pressing against my stomach, then my thighs as he knelt down, pulling my legs closer to him.

I bit my lip hard as he unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped them, pulled them down, off of my legs. He chuckled, running a finger over my panties, pressing harder as he passed over my clit. "For someone who didn't enjoy that, you're soaking wet."

"Bastard--!"

His finger continued to rub over my hidden clit, causing a warm shudder to run through my body. He laughed again, pleased, dipping his head to kiss my hot thighs as he worked his finger under my panties.

The tip of his finger teased the skin around my pussy, making me buck in surprise. He seemed to growl as he licked and nipped the tendons in my legs. "So wet! And no hair at all. Good--I like the feel of you smooth."

I had nothing to say. I gritted my teeth, fighting the heat growing in my pussy. His kisses raised goose bumps along my skin, and he purred, his fingers, slick with my juices, rubbing around my clit and pussy.

He finally pulled my panties down, roughly, away from my legs. He gave no warning before he plunged two fingers deep into my pussy, thrusting hard as his thumb continued to circle my engorged clit.

I cried out. I couldn't help it. It felt so good. I didn't want it to feel good. I tried to squirm away, but he held me down, his thrusts speeding up, his thumb flicking my clit harder and harder.

"You like that, don't you?" he growled as I gasped for breath. "You like feeling my fingers in you, huh? Come on, baby, come for me."

I felt the blood boiling in my veins, flooding my pussy. My muscles clenched around his hand, and we both moaned.

"That's it," his rough voiced urged. "I can feel that. I felt your muscles tightening. I can feel your clit getting hard under my thumb. You're gonna come for me."

I tried to shake my head no, but I could feel my pulse hammering in my clit. The blood was screaming through my body. I couldn't stop it.

My breath caught in my chest as my back arched. Every muscle in my pussy locked up and I came screaming. I bucked against his hand and screamed again, my body shaking, juice squirting noisily out from me, soaking the bed.

"Oh God," I whimpered.

"Oh, God, yeah," I heard him whispered seconds before he pulled his fingers away. I didn't even have a chance to catch my breath before I felt his hot, wet tongue running up the length of my pussy.

"Seeing you squirt got me so hot," he murmured as I writhed under his mouth. "Seeing you come ... I'm gonna make you do it again."

"You can't--" I started, but my words were swallowed up by a groan as he kissed my pussy, sucking my hard clit into his mouth. He sucked on it, drawing figure eights over the hot flesh. He drew away slowly, working his tongue into my soaked pussy.

It felt fantastic, and my thighs instinctively clapped down on his head, pulling him closer. He grunted, pulling them apart with a laugh. "So, you do like it."

I didn't know whether to shake my head or beg him to keep going. He didn't need encouragement.

He fucked me with his tongue, drinking in my juices, sucking and licking my clit. He pushed my thighs apart further, spread the skin of my pussy and pulling it taut. His fingers slowly increased pressure on my skin as he licked my clit.

My head was spinning. My heart was threatening to break out of my chest. I felt the cum roiling in my pussy, the blood screaming through my clit. "I'm--I'm gonna come--!"

"You gonna squirt all over me?"

I was too afraid to answer him.

He reached up with both hands, the fingers tweaking my nipples. "Well?"

"Oh--yes!" I cried, and he dipped his head again, licking furiously. I couldn't stop it and climaxed explosively, screaming as my cum squirted across his face, as my body shuddered wildly.

He moaned against my pussy, lapping up every drop of cum. His hands gently ran over my breasts, down over my stomach and over my trembling thighs. "You taste so good ..."

Unaware of what I was doing, I lifted my hips to him. My pussy was hungry, aching, desperate for something hot and hard to fill it.

I needed it. I needed his cock in me.

He stood up, and I heard his pants being unzipped. My breath caught in my throat and I whimpered, feeling his hands take me gently by the hips, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed.

I gasped in shock and want as the head of his red-hot cock rubbed along the inside of my thighs. He lifted my legs, resting my heels against his shoulders, steadying me as his cock slid across my wet opening. I gave a small cry of delight as the huge head slowly pressed into me, splitting me wide open.

He groaned as my pussy enveloped him. "God, you are so tight ... so wet ..."

He gave an experimental thrust, and we both groaned in unison. He drew his cock out, leaving the head just inside my opening, then slammed forward, burying himself up to the hilt.

He rocked against me, his hands roaming my body, his fingers gliding along my clit as he pounded into me, his balls slapping against the curve of my ass. I could feel his hips flexing as he thrust into me hard. I heard him groan as my pussy gripped his cock, coating it in spent cum.

He was so big inside of me. I surprised myself by whispering, "Harder", and sighing in pleasure as he ground his body against me.

I felt his cock swelling inside of me, becoming almost painfully huge. His voice cracked as he whispered, "Oh God, I'm gonna come--you feel so wonderful, I'm gonna come ..."

My pussy gave a spasm, and he roared, his head flying back, his whole body going rigid, quivering against me. I gave a small cry as I felt his cum squirting deep inside of me. I could feel the pulse in his cock hammering.

Catching his breath, he gripped my legs hard and gave a few more deep thrusts. I moaned as my pussy squeezed him, milking him for every last drop of cum. My feet hooked behind his back, pulling him deeper into me. He reached down, hooking his hand behind my neck and pulling me up. I moaned, shivering in pleasure as he kissed me hard, his tongue roaming my mouth.

The strength in his legs left him and he staggered forward, pushing me back onto the bed. He climbed up beside me, trembling, gasping, kissing my lips and face and chin and throat. His hands stroked my body, pulling me close against him.

Laughing weakly, he pulled the bandana away from eyes. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the dim light and finding my boyfriend's smiling face.

"How was that?" he whispered, his voice shaky. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, no." I kissed him hard, smiling. "That was amazing!"

Laughing, he unlocked the handcuffs and tossed them aside, pulling the blankets around us and wrapping me in his arms.

I sighed, contented, as he kissed my forehead. "I'm gonna have to get you back now."

Kevin blinked, looking down at me with a mischievous smile. "Oh? What were you thinking?"

I grinned, kissing his chin and running my fingers through his long hair. "You were a naughty boy. I think you need to be punished."