“Stop!  Your beard tickles!”

Lynch smirked against the arch of Josie’s foot.  Stopping was the last thing he planned on doing.  He kissed it again instead.  Her toes curled into his cheek as his lips and the bristle of his facial hair brushed against the sensitive skin.  You wouldn’t know she was a hostage by the way she was laid up in the bed, blushing and squirming and giggling.  One arm was thrown over her head on the pillow, the other tried to hide her amusement from him.  Fuck, she was pretty as hell.  He bet that piece of shit she was married to never made her smile like this.  Bet he never worshiped these cute little feet…

Or maybe he did.  From the looks of it, she’d had a pedicure recently.  Must not have been too long before they snatched her because the classy black polish wasn’t dull or chipped.  The skin of her heel was smooth and soft, like it was regularly moisturized and exfoliated.  She wore an anklet too.  A dainty gold chain.  Looked expensive.  Maybe she just took care of herself for her own benefit, but if Enzo was another foot guy, that made all this even better because these belonged to Lynch now.

Josie tried to playfully tug her foot away, but his hands tightened around it.  She even went so far as to place the ball of her palm against his bald spot to try to push him back.  He wasn’t having it.  

“Tough shit, Jo,” he said against the skin.  He peered over the frame of his glasses to meet her eyes.  “Don’t think you have any leverage here.  You’re my hostage, remember?”

“Bastard,” she breathed.  Of course, there was no weight behind the insult.  She was tougher than she looked.  If she wanted to put up a real fight, his face probably would’ve been kicked into his skull by now. 

Lynch ran his nose along the side, from her heel to the pinky toe, pausing there to study her.  She had resigned to her fate, biting her lip as she watched him through heavy lashes.  She kept her hand on his head, but the fingers were now threaded through his hair.  The nails gently scratched at him as if to coax him into continuing.  He wouldn’t dare to disappoint.

He slipped her big toe between his lips.  The gentle suck made her gasp and grip his hair tighter.  He almost creamed his pants when she tugged him like that, and he wasn’t trying to get off just yet… not without a little stimulation.  He eased off her foot, guided her hand away from his hair, and adjusted his position.  When he was comfortable, he placed that foot in his lap to grab the other one.  He met her eyes, watching how they widened when her sole touched his erection through his pants.  Lucky for him, she was as smart as she was beautiful.  She began to press her foot against the length.  A low groan formed in his throat.  He couldn’t help but rut into it.  She had him seeing stars.

“Keep going,” grunted Lynch.  His eyes were screwed shut now and he held her other foot firmly in his grasp, too aroused to focus on anything but the one in his lap.  Josie grinned like a Cheshire cat.  Her foot continued to rock into him.

“Gonna cum your pants for me, Lynchy?” she asked.  “Gonna make a big fucking mess and have to explain to Kane that it's 'cause you were humping my foot while he was out?”

He growled, knocking her foot out of his lap and standing up.  She was just teasing, but the idea pissed him off more than he’d like to admit.  Shit.  He couldn’t let Kane figure out about them.  He’d never let him stay with her again.  He ran his hands through his hair, wild eyes scanning the motel room.   His gaze landed on the open bathroom door.  He reached over and grabbed her wrist, pulling her off the bed.

“Up.”

Josie stumbled over herself to follow along as he dragged her to the bathroom.  He threw the cheap wooden door shut behind them, picked her up and sat her on the vanity.  His lips crashed against hers before she could question him, but that must not have been a problem.  She tossed her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss while his hands smoothed up her thighs and beneath her dress.  Once his fingers hooked around her panties and tugged them down her thighs, he made quick work of his own fly.  He pulled her ass to the very edge of the vanity, lined himself up, and thrust into her.  His mouth muffled her moans before they could fill the small room.  Her legs hooked around his waist and heels dug into the small of his back.  She felt fucking perfect.  So hot and tight around his cock, squeezing him like a goddamn vice.

“Fuck, Jo,” he said against her lips, resting his forehead against hers.   “Gonna get me in fucking trouble.”

Despite his words, he didn’t let up from pumping into her.  She let out a breathy laugh.  She knew exactly what she was doing to him… how every glance or touch had gotten them to this point.  He brought his lips to her neck, leaving sloppy, desperate kisses along her throat and collarbone.  Her arms remained snaked around his neck and her fingers combed through his hair.  He wasn’t going to last long like this.  It was only a matter of time before he made a mess of her.

“Gonna… cum in you…  Fill you up…”

It wasn’t a request.  It was a warning.  One that had her walls fluttering around him, begging for every last drop.  He wasn’t like that asshole she was married to; he was going to give her what she wanted.  After a few more thrusts, his body shuddered.  She quickly followed, squeezing the life out of him as she held on tight through her climax.  He kept her pressed against the countertop as he spilled into her.  Even though he hadn’t pulled out, it still dripped out and pooled beneath her.  When he finally did and staggered back, it only made a bigger mess.  He tore a towel off the rack and threw it on top of the mess before twisting the knobs of the shower.