7.2 Entrapped

Another gasp is elicited when the hand moves across your shoulder to the breast pocket of your flannel. Unable to move, you're **** to watch his hand run along the outside of it. A slight jolt races across your body when his fingers dip inside the square of fabric. Your heart flutters when his hand brushes across your now erect nipple. The thin fabric of your shirt provides a flimsy barrier between his aggressive touch and your flushed skin. If he's aware of the unwanted reaction he's causing, he makes no sign of it. Squirming slightly in his grasp, you find yourself inexplicably disappointed when his hand pulls away a moment later.

Seeming to grow impatient, Boyd exhales irately before grabbing your free arm again. His grip around your torso loosens as you're **** to turn and face him again. Fear and anticipation continue to mount when you're roughly pushed against the frame of the small airplane. Before you're able to react, his hands quickly curl around the front of your flannel and pull it open.

"What are you doing?" You gasp in alarm, struggling to wrap your arms around your exposed chest.

"Be still." Boyd snaps, roughly pulling your arms away. "If you are still in possession of a map, I don't suspect you'd be foolish enough to keep it somewhere obvious."

"How convenient for you." The irritate words slip out thoughtlessly as your fear is replaced by annoyance.

The man chooses to ignore the comment and your increased efforts at freeing yourself. His large hand runs down the side of your bare stomach before stopping at your waistband. You find yourself growing vexed by his actions and your body's unwelcomed reaction to it. Subconsciously, your movements slowly subside when he begins undoing the button securing your jeans. Your breath becomes shallow as you feel the baggy material begin slipping down your waist before falling to the ground. Boyd's sharp gaze glances over your progressively naked form.

Your body tenses reflexively when his fingers run down the middle of your abdomen. Frowning at the unexpectedly gentle touch, you look at the man warily. Your concern only grows when you see his expression has become somewhat fevered. It quickly dawns on you that even he is unable to deny his desires of physical contact. Realizing you may be able to use this to your advantage, you try to **** your body into relaxing. Tentatively, you attempt gauging the best method of progression by subtly leaning into his touch. You're unable to suppress a surprised gasp when the man swiftly steps forward, pushing you further against the metal structure.

"What are you playing at?" He wonders out loud, his fingers now tracing along your side .

"The same thing you are." Despite your hesitancy, you try to keep your tone slightly evocative.

A dry smirk passes over Boyd's face as his broad figure continues looming over your small frame. The slightly wild look in his eye causes you to begin questioning your decision. However, when his unoccupied hand roughly cups around your bare breast, you find yourself temporarily paralyzed. His touch is firm and somewhat fervent as he continues running his hand along your chest. Exhaling slowly, you feel your body begin relaxing after a moment. After another moment, you subconsciously place a hand on his tense forearm. The sudden contact seems to somewhat snap him out of his lust filled haze. A conflicted look comes over his face and his movements briefly falter.

"What's wrong?" You ask in a slightly teasing tone. "Suddenly shy?"

Boyd's eyebrow arches rather skeptically as he studies you carefully. Tilting your head lightly, you give him a coy smirk in response. A satisfied look slowly replaces his doubt before his rough movements reassume. A soft moan emits from your lips as you lean your head back against the aircrafts frame. This time his hand begins drifting down along your stomach and loops around the waistband of your panties. You quickly shift your position to help them slip off your lean frame. Biting your lip, you glance over the man's still clothed body. When you reach towards his torso he quickly grabs onto your wrist. Frowning in confusion and slight disappointment, you try unsuccessfully at pulling your hand away.

In the same motion you're roughly spun around to face the plane. Cold metal presses against your chest as you squirm lightly in half-hearted protest. One of his boots slides in between your feet and pushes your leg aside. Your heartbeat quickens when you hear him fumbling with the buckle of his belt. A moment later his frame leans against you before pressure is felt between your legs. Boyd's heavy frame continues pressing against your back while your taut inner walls are slowly stretched. One of his arms moves around your waist, drawing you closer to him. Exhaling deeply, you begin relaxing further into his tight embrace.

"Don't think this changes anything." You hear him mutter in your ear, his beard still scraping against your skin. "You still haven't earned my trust."

"Likewise." You breathe out while subconsciously arching into him.

His own breath grows shallow as his movements become more urgent. Large, slightly calloused hands run along your body, roughly cupping your curves. A moan escapes your parted mouth as you completely surrender to his touch. A moment later, your knees buckle slightly when you're met with a long awaited release. Boyd lets out a satisfied exhale while you writhe in pleasure. Panting and blushing furiously, you quickly attempt to compose yourself. Unfortunately, you're unable to do anything about the trails of liquid dripping down your inner thighs.

"Now who is being shy?" He scoffs lightly, one of his hands sliding up your torso before his fingers curl loosely around your neck.

You briefly glance down at the hand before tilting your head back to try to look at the large man. His broad frame is still wrapped around you, obscuring most of your vision. The rough material of his shirt is pulled taut against his muscular frame. The pressure around your neck increases slightly, pulling your attention away. Another moan forces its way out when his other hand moves south and brushes against your sensitive clit. Your eyes slowly drift closed while his fingers begin steadily running across your warm, slick, skin. His torso repeatedly slams against you as he continues thrusting firmly.

Whimpering softly, you grab onto his forearm in anticipation of your next climax. Just as you feel it about to ascend, his movements abruptly cease. His hand remains wrapped around your neck as he takes a step back, slowly slipping out of your dripping hole. Frowning in confusion, you tilt your head back again and this time are able to see Boyd's stern face.

"Where is the map?" He asks brusquely, grabbing your arm and forcing you around to face him.

"W-what?" You mumble back, somewhat disoriented from the sudden lack of stimulation.

A less than pleased look crosses over Boyd's slightly weathered face. He moves forward, tightening his grip around you. Despite your worrisome position, your mind is still clouded by the aching felt in your lower half. Knitting your brow together, you look up at the man somewhat anxiously.

"I told you," You confess, your tone verging on pleading. "I don't know where it is."

"Very well." He retorts irately and releases his grip. "Until it turns up, you can tend to your own needs."

Blinking in surprise, you run your own hand across your now slightly tender neck. You take a step back and glance over the man's large form. A deep blush returns when your eyes land on his still erect member.

"What about yours?" You find the words come tumbling out before you're able to stop them.

A dark smirk tugs at the corner of Boyd's mouth before he reaches forward, grabbing on to your hair. Gasping in pain, you're unable to stop him from forcing you to your knees.

"I don't think that will be a problem." He states bluntly, and slides his hand down to wrap around your chin.

"Ow!" You exclaim before your jaw is roughly pulled down.

Your protests are muffled as your mouth is quickly enveloped by his large appendage. When you try to pull away, his hand roughly presses against the back of your head, forcing you forward. Sputtering and gasping, you feel more of his length slide down your narrow throat. Tears spring into the corners of your eyes while he begins thrusting in and out. Blinking back more tears, your face grows hotter as your humiliation continues. Boyd grunts slightly while ramming himself deeper inside your small mouth. A moment later his fingers curl around your hair and pull you back slightly.

You're able to take a deep inhale before you're roughly shoved forward again. Gasping and **** again, you feel his shaft grow rigid against your mouth. Unable to move away, you're **** to swallow the large load of cum that shoots down your throat. Boyd remains in place for a moment then finally steps away. Inhaling deeply, you feel strands of the thick substance running down the side of your bruised mouth. Boyd looks down at you coldly before reaching down and picking up your discarded clothes.

"Get dressed." He orders brusquely, tossing the items at you disdainfully. "We have work to do."