[Project Nemesis] Jungle Fever (9 page)

            When she finally
felt the long, thorough slide of his tongue against her clit and between her
fleshy lips, her whole body raised off the floor, only her head and feet
remained stuck to the ground.  Her mind went blank, her breath stopped in her
chest, and her whole body seized waiting for the next touch.  This time, his
mouth suckled her clit.  She gasped loudly then sobbed out in pleasure, “Oh my
God, Oh my God....”

            His tongue then
lowered to her opening, where he lapped at the wetness that flowed freely from
her body.  Her arousal was so deep that she wasn´t even uncomfortable at what
he was doing.  His tongue would plunge into her every now and then, his nose
nudged her clit.  His fingers held her open to the tender devouring of his
mouth.

            She started to
shake, her body shuddering at the onslaught of pleasure, when he bit down on
her clit and sucked her hard and rough, she screamed.  Her mouth hung wide
open, gaping as she climaxed sudden and hard, completely unexpected.

            Her veins
thrummed, shuddering, every muscle clenching with the onslaught of pleasure
coursing through her nerves.

            She didn´t black
out, but it was a close thing.  She couldn´t hear or see anything, her senses refused
to work beyond the mind-numbing pleasure invading her core.  Every part of her
seemed to fizz and sizzle.  She knew Armando was rearranging her limbs, but she
didn´t care why.  She couldn´t feel him touching her, but the part of her mind
that was still working, recognized what he was up to.

            She came back to
Earth with a bang when Armando plunged his cock deep into her, so far that it
nudged her womb and made her pussy stretch to the limits.  She yelped slightly
in pain, but she was so out of it, that she couldn´t really feel it, could only
feel the build-up of another orgasm rising within her.

            Her mind went
into overdrive at the possibility of another climax like the one she´d just
had.  Her inner muscles clenched around him, tense and rigid.  He rested inside
her for a second, and that was when she came to enough to realize that she was
on her knees, and he was fucking her doggy style.  Or catty style, she supposed
with an inner laugh.  He was allowing her to adjust to his size, and when she
thought about it, she was actually glad her exes hadn´t been as big as Armando,
nor as wide.  If she hadn´t climaxed so intensely, she knew that it would have
been hard work for him to actually penetrate her tight channel.

            As it was, he
filled her so completely, she thought she’d died and gone to heaven.

            His crotch and
legs felt warm against her backside, his hairy legs rough against her smooth
dark thighs.  He groaned, grabbing her ass and rubbing her backside, then
reaching around and grabbing her tits in a possessive hold that had her backing
up to him and taking him deeper.

            She could almost
feel the exact moment when he decided to move.  Her chest started to seize, and
with a whoosh of air from her lungs, she sighed in pleasure as he slowly pulled
his cock from her clasping muscles.  Her nerves tingled as he pulled free and
then thrust deeply again.  He continued in this rhythm, plunging in fast,
resting, then pulling out slowly.  The long, drawn out movement drove her pussy
crazy.

            Her arms
trembled.  Her elbows felt as substantial as jelly.  It confused her nerves and
muscles, so that she was resting on a plateau of need when suddenly he started
to fuck her hard and fast, savage and wild.  His hips pistoned back and forth, building
a desperate need inside her.  Faster each time, his movements powerful, until suddenly
he stopped deep inside of her.  His arms tensed as he struggled for control. 
His breathing grew ragged, his eyes locked onto hers, making her shudder at the
wildness in his gaze.

            She screamed in
frustration, her inner muscles reacting in shock to the sudden stillness by
rippling around him, which racketed up her need even more.  “Armando, no,
Armando, Armando,” she sobbed.

            “You want my
cock,
cielita mia?
” he asked her huskily.  His body now covered hers,
where before, he´d been behind her, now he lay over her like a blanket, his
head rested in the crook of her neck, and as he spoke, his breath washed over
the area he´d bitten earlier.

            She shuddered and
whimpered, “Yes.”

            “Beg for it,
cariña….
”
he whispered, “You can have it, but you´ll have to beg.”

            She thrust back
against him, vainly trying to ease her need, but he held her still with his
strong body and barely restrained power.

            “Armando,
please,” she cried out, “Please fuck me, I need you, please, Armando.  Please.”

            He didn´t move, just
breathed heavily.  Her frustration rose, making her whimper and cry.  She’d
never been so sensually tormented and left wanting more.  Yvonne had never felt
this way before.

            “Armando, please,”
she sobbed, clutching him with desperation.

            She felt his body
start to shudder as he gave in.  His chest vibrated and rumbled like it had
earlier.  This time the animalistic sound turned her on, flooding her with wet
arousal.  He groaned at her wetness, her frustrated begging, gripping her hard. 
Unable to hold back and tease her any longer, his hips jerked against her, and
then suddenly he pulled out and pumped back into her.

            She keened in
pleasure, her body shuddering at his hard thrusts.  His hands raked down her
sides, pulled at her breasts, pinching and grabbing at her nipples.  When his
mouth clamped down on the sensitive bite he´d given her earlier, she lost it.  Her
pussy clamped down on his thick cock.  Her whole body tensed, tingling with
overwork.  Her strained nerves felt like they were frying, overheating her
brain and body until suddenly she came with a gush of pure ecstasy.

            Riotous waves
rocketed through her cunt.  She moaned, backing into him, thrusting her ass so
hard against his hips it smacked loudly in the dimness of the cave.  She ground
herself against his cock, shuddering, quivering inside and out as she rode the
intense culmination to the fullest extent.  Riding and enjoying his hard dick
until he’d wrung every ounce of pleasure from her he could.

            Her body slumped
forward in the surge of feeling, her arms weak from supporting her body weight
for so long.  She could feel Armando thrusting into her, but this time she
blacked out.  Her mind couldn´t take it, she collapsed onto the floor, her
climax complete.

            She roused to the
knowledge that she´d probably blown her only chance at escaping from the three
men.  She couldn´t regret what had just happened.  She´d never felt pleasure
like that before.  Her whole body still tingled from her orgasm, and she knew
that she would ache later on.

            She´d never had
sex on a stone floor before.  She´d thoroughly enjoyed it, but she would have
preferred to wake up on a large feather bed.  She shifted slightly and realized
that Armando had pulled free from her and lay beside her.  He was asleep--thank
god for that annoying habit men had of falling asleep after sex.  Closing her
eyes in guilt, she reached to her left, as he was to her right, and her fingers
scrambled at the stones on the floor, she tried to pick one up with the
heaviest weight.  When she´d found one, she held it close to her side, unsure
of how to hit him.  He was lying on his back, his head tilted to the side.  She
needed to knock him out for a long time--she had to get away from the cave and
the other two men who were outside before Armando actually woke up.

            Yvonne lifted her
arm.  With her stomach cramping in guilt, she brought the rock down heavily on
the side of his skull.  He moaned suddenly, but his head slumped forward.  Her
stomach knotted again, had she killed him?

            She let loose a
sob at the thought, then scrambled quickly to her knees, and pushed her head on
to his chest to listen for his heartbeat, when she heard it beat strong and
steady, she started to cry.  She pressed a kiss to his lips, leapt to her feet
and quickly redressed.  She walked to the cave´s entrance/exit, and looked
around, but her eyes were blind in the dark because of the fire she´d just
left.  Hoping that Remy and Rafael didn´t spot her escaping against the
backlight of the cave, she crept around the entrance wall, and as soon as she
was out of sight, she leapt into a sprint.  She had to get away now, before she
fell too deeply for them.

Chapter Five

            Running
carelessly, blindly through the jungle, she tried to get as far away from the
cave as physically possible.  It grew dark early in the jungle, with the thick
overgrowth blotting out the sky.  If she’d been at the top of the trees, she’d
still have an hour of daylight left.  Beneath the canopy, it was as dark as if
the sun had set an hour ago.

            Yvonne tried to
move with stealth, but she couldn´t since she had to put as much distance
between her and the cave as quickly as possible, but not only that, she had no
fucking clue where she was running to!  It did help that throughout the
afternoon, she´d tried to map a route back to her men, but she´d completely
lost her way when she´d had to ride Remy.  No doubt they’d planned it that
way.  It was only an island, only so big.  If she could just gain some distance
from them and ride out the night, she felt certain she’d be able to find her
men sometime in the next few days—they had to be looking for her.

            She swore under
her breath when a rogue branch slapped her in the face.  Remy had moved
quickly, so she´d had to concentrate on just staying on his back--she had no
idea whereabouts the cave was in relation to her own camp.  Her main priority
at that moment was to distance herself from the men, and hope to God that no
other cat decided to take a fancy to her!

            Five minutes
later, Yvonne decided that she was far away enough to be safe from the three
men locating her.  She started trying to disguise her tracks, which was bloody
hard in the twilight, but she managed to clear about ninety percent of them.  She
stopped in an area that looked familiar to her, leaning against a tree to get
both her bearings and her breath back.  She tried to remember if it was
familiar from before or after she´d clambered on to Remy´s back.  She hoped it
was the former, since it meant that she was nearer to her camp than she´d
originally thought.

            Something rustled
in the woods.  She stilled suddenly and caught her breath, not daring to make a
sound as her ears searched out the source of the noise.  Possibly a snake, she
hoped.  She looked around at the bushes surrounding her, but they were all
moving, which was no help at all.  She spun silently around, cocked her head to
the side and opened her senses to the sounds of the jungle.  She thought that
it was something from behind her, so quickly she sprinted in an easterly
direction, when she´d been meaning to go west.  She ran a few steps, and
shrieked when Remy ran out and tackled her to the ground.

            “What the fuck?”
she yelled, her heart beating like crazy at the unexpectedness of his attack.  “Remy
are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

            “If you´da stayed
where we´d put you,
chérie,
I wouldna had to tackle you, now would I?”
he asked reasonably.  He wasn´t mad at her, which gave her some relief.  That´s
all she needed, a pissed off cougar after her blood!

            “Surely every
hostage has to try to make a break away?” she asked him.

            “Hostage?  Shit,
is that what you think this is?” he started to chuckle, then stopped when she
tried to knee him in the balls.  He tutted at her.

            She mock growled
at him in annoyance and snarled, “Bite me.  I heard you earlier on, Remy, you
told the others that you should get rid of me!  I wasn´t about to stay around
for you to maul me to death!”

            “When the fuck
did I say that?” he snapped in annoyance.

            “When I passed
out, I woke up and was listening to you all.  I heard you say that you thought
you should get rid of me.  Well, in my world, that never means anything fucking
good. Can you blame me for trying to escape?”

            “Sugar, I meant
send you back to your camp.  Fucking hell, you thought I wanted to kill you?”
At her nod, he swore, then chucked at her chin.  “I´m sorry you thought that,
none of us want to harm you, but we do need your help.  What´s your name,
chérie
? 
We none of us bothered to ever ask you, did we?”

            She hadn’t even
realized it.  God, she’d had sex with Armando and he didn’t even know her
name.  She felt like such a whore.  “Yvonne,” she muttered, feeling ashamed. 
But hell, she’d done what she had to do.

            “Hello, Yvonne,
nice to meet you.  Now, how the hell did you get away from Armando? He´s one of
the best fucking soldiers on the island--you didn´t
kill
him
,
did
you?”

            “No, I didn´t.  If
you must know, I fucked him,” she hissed.  She regretted saying that.  As soon
as the words were out of her mouth, his eyes dilated in anger and his body
tensed over her, she could feel his chest start to rumble, and not in a good
way.  If he´d been in his cougar form, he´d have been growling.  She leaned
back from him warily, and watched in fear as the hairs on his arm and head
started to stand up like a bristling cat.  Damn, she´d really pissed him off.