Captured Secret (The Captured Series)

by Raynne, April

  This town is so cute, small and old. The sign says one of the buildings was erected in 1910. All the buildings connect and are anywhere from two to three stories high. I walk out and find there is a ton of action going on inside, but the front is desolate. It feels good to breathe and try to clear my head. I’m so frustrated with Ty at the moment, I could spit nails. This is exactly the situation that reminds me why I never go anywhere that I can’t get in my car and leave at my leisure. I would never drive that POS this far, but right about now, I would kill to get in it and get the hell out of Dodge.

  The door opens behind me so I stroll over to the right. I don’t want to make conversation with someone smoking a cig. I’m gripped around my waist and chest and pulled into an alleyway. “Don’t scream, Stella.” The voice is deep and hot in my ear. I know who it is as my back is pressed against his front and he rests against a wall. I relax into his embrace as he slightly grinds his hard length into my rear. “Why are you out here alone?”

  I have tears in my eyes instantly, as I turn my head away from him. It’s not fair that I get his attention in an alleyway and never in front of actual people. I whisper, because if I speak he will know that I have a lump the size of a softball in my throat. “I needed some air.”

  “Why? Jason has you all hot with his rock stardom?” His nose is shoved in my neck and his tongue is flicking out to taste my skin.

  “No, and why the fuck do you care?” He stops the licking that has me hot instantly.

  “Because we agreed, right? Are you changing your mind about you and me? Do you want Jason?”

  “If I did, you would know, Ty, because he would let you know and so would I. He wouldn’t hide what he wants from everyone on the side of a building. He seems pretty proud that he finds me attractive and wants to date and have sex. You’re the opposite. Is this where you will take me, Ty? Is there where I get your attention? Outside, on the side of a building, in this little town? Because that’s how it works with you, Ty. You always get to choose when, where, and how.” I tense waiting for his reaction. I actually said exactly how I feel out loud.

  Ty stops grinding into me and presses his forehead against the back of my head. His hands are tight around my waist. I hate myself for it, but he soothes my irritation with his touch. I want him and I feel like a damn yo-yo with my emotions spiking up and down, going from hot to cold.

  What I have to remember that I did agree to this. He has been 100% honest. Yet, here I stand, feeling like I want to raise my head to the heavens and scream bloody murder because I don’t know what the hell I want. Well, I do, but my choice doesn’t want the same as me. The logical thing would be to quit, and call this whole thing off. It’s me who has the power to choose. I whisper out, “Forget what I said, Ty. I agreed to this. Just give me a minute, okay? I’m totally girlying out on you right now.”

  Ty stays quiet and pulls me tighter. “I’m not trying to hurt you, Stella. I’m really not a bad guy. I swore, no matter what, I would not do what was done to me and keep my feelings and thoughts quiet.”

  “I know, you’re right. I can’t say you haven’t been open and honest.” I gently work my way out of his death grip and walk back inside. Zoey’s questioning look is interrupted when I see our waitress and order a shot for everyone at our table. Ty comes back about five minutes later. He drags his eyes over my face, and I do my best to ignore the emotion running over his. The waitress drops off the shots and we all clank our glasses together. The vodka feels good running down my throat.

  Jason’s set is almost over and we all agree to get out of here before the lights come on and we have to be wrangled out with the regulars. On the way out, Ty grabs my hand as we weave through the crowd. As we pass the stage, I give Jason a wave goodbye. He’s mid- sentence and stops singing. The band doesn’t stop playing. I hear over the speakers, “Come here, girl!” Looking up, I see he’s coming my way. I let go of Ty’s hand and walk to the end of the stage. His smile and eyes tell me he’s totally buzzing from all the drinks thrown his way tonight. He leans down, grabs the back of my head and plants a kiss on my lips that takes my breath away. His tongue invades my mouth. One part of me wants to push away. The other says, “God it’s been so long since I’ve been kissed.” I want to respond but feel mechanical. The kiss last three seconds but it feels so much longer. I can’t help but smile as the crowd erupts when he lets me go. Jason starts singing again and never misses a beat. He blows a kiss my way and then waves to everyone I’m with goodbye.

  I have the same seat in the Escalade. I watch Ty’s jaw clench… release…clench… release and repeat. Pierce is asleep the moment we get on the turnpike in the front seat. Zoey is like a giddy schoolgirl whispering in my ear that the next moment we are alone, she will be getting mucho details about that kiss. I honestly don’t know what I would say about that kiss. I surely didn’t ask for it, yet I can’t say it was bad at all. Jason’s mouth was soft, yet his tongue was a bit forceful. It’s just not like me to have sex with one man, and then kiss another, hours later. So right now, I feel a bit dirty. I can tell that Zoey is feeling no pain because she is oblivious to the beast up front driving that happens to have steam coming out of his ears.

  The steam comes out at a slower rate when we drop off the lovebirds. Plans are made for dinner and drinks for tomorrow night. I move to the front seat although I wanted to stay in the back. Ty extends his hand across the captain seats and I take it lightly in mine. He’s quiet on the ride back to his place. Once we park, he looks straight ahead and asks, “Are you staying here tonight? If not, will you text me when you get home?”

  “Do you want me to stay? You seem really aggravated at me again.”

  He finally looks at me. “I’m not. I just wasn’t expecting to have the woman I had sex with make out with another man in the same night. I know I have no say, but yeah, I feel pissed.”

  “I didn’t ask for that, and to be honest, I feel the same! I don’t want to be that girl I was before. And tonight …I feel a lot like her.” I look down a little ashamed even though I know I didn’t instigate that with Jason.

  He sighs, “I know you didn’t, I want you to stay, Stel, please.”

  “I want to stay, Ty.” I take my hand back and strap on my wristlet. Ty walks around the truck and opens my door. He pulls me out, and makes me squeal as he throws me over his shoulder. I giggle and beat on his back until we reach the elevator. We ride up and he finally puts me down at the front door. I’m tucked under his arm as he pulls me into his bedroom. I take a shower, and when I get out, Ty has a towel and my workout tank and panties lying on the counter. I giggle, thinking that he must have washed them, considering I haven’t seen them since Monday. I dress, run my fingers through my hair, and pad out of the bathroom. He lifts the covers and I nestle into his chest and lie awake, listening to him breathe as I hear sleep set in.

  TWO THICK FINGERS SLIDE through my folds, and brush over my clitoris, in the softest of motions. The sweet tingling sensation between my legs wakes me from my soothing sleep. I pull a deep breath into my lungs as wetness floods my core. I’m cocooned in a massive body pressing up against me from behind. “Good morning, and sorry in advance,” Ty’s morning voice is beyond seductive and I grin as he breathes in the scent of my hair. His minty breath tells me he’s been up already. “I just can’t lie here with you all sexy and warm and not have myself inside you.” I open my legs to grant him access and feel his rigid shaft pressed flush between my butt cheeks. I tremble at the contact. Damn clothes.

  “Why are you always sorry when it comes to sex with me?” My voice is garbled from just opening my eyes. “I’m very willing and ready, Ty. Please stop apologizing.” I rub the arm that is stroking me so very softly, encouraging the movement. “It feels so good to be all wrapped up in you.” I vowed to think before I speak today…I guess I already forgot. He brushes over my sensitive spot with a bit more pressure, which makes me gasp and my whole body tighten. Our position is aligned so my head is resting half on h
is shoulder and half on the soft pillow. He moves his slightly free arm and pushes that large hand into my tank to cup my left breast. My nipple responds to his skilled touch, and stands at full attention. My left hand slides over his slim waist so I can grip his hard ass and encourage him to grind into me harder.

  “You’re so ready for me, Stella. I woke up with your plump ass pushed against me. You smell so fucking good this morning. You got my cock hard as a rock.” I push back against his hard as a rock cock and find out he was not exaggerating. “Mmmm… and now that I’m touching you, I have no control.”

  “You don’t need control with me, you can have me,” I whisper and rub my head under his chin. His fingers resume skimming over my sensitive skin. One slips inside me, retreats only to have two enter me again. I moan and thrust my hips to make him plunge deeper. He slides them in and out with a slight twist, over and over torturously slow. His chuckle in my ear is music to my ears. I’m glad that making me squirm and moan is so amusing for him. When he withdraws, I feel empty. Grabbing his hand in protest, I push him back to fill me again. He detours and continues those soft movements over my sensitive clit. As the warmth builds, I teeter on the edge of coming. “Stop…wait…Ty, please, I don’t want to come like that,” I plead as his fingers pick up friction.

  He nestles into my neck with his warm breath against my skin. “Like what, Baby? You don’t want me to make you come?”

  “Of course, I want to come,” I breathe out. “But Ty, you…” I stop because I feel so ridiculous with my demands.

  He stops moving those glorious fingers and pulls his arm out from under my head. Leaning up on his elbow he asks, “I what?” Rolling on my back fully, I get to see the sun light up his perfectly etched face. I cover my eyes with my forearm and try to decide how to say what I want. He gently pulls my arm off my eyes and smiles, “I what, Stella? Tell me, I want to know.” He genuinely looks like he’s interested. “Alright, if you won’t tell me then, obviously, I don’t need to stop.” His fingers start back at me.

  I grab his arm. “Okay. Stop. I’ll tell you.” I hesitate and think that this man just had his fingers inside my body for heaven’s sake. It’s stupid to be shy at this moment. Here goes nothing. “You are the only man I’ve been with that has given me an orgasm on the inside. I’ve never felt that before you. It’s…um…only happened on the outside before. You know? And… well, I want that again with you. I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

  A growl escapes his throat. “I like knowing I’m the only man that’s made you come like that. God, that turns me the fuck on.” He looks pleased with himself as his eyes soften. “Last night, you said I always get to choose when, where and how. I want you to choose, tell me how you want me, Stella?” His breath is warm on my face and I feel him pull his hand out of my panties. My smile spreads wide across my face as I roll over towards him. “What’s that big smile for?” He cups my face and runs his wet thumb over my bottom lip.

  I lick my bottom lip and just barely taste my saltiness. “I get to choose?”

  “Yeah.”

  “All of it?” The stupid smile feels permanent.

  “Yeah,” is said softly and his eyes are shooting emotion at me as if I should know what the hell he’s thinking.

  “That makes me a happy girl.” My hands, which I now call magnets, run up his chest over his shoulder and caress his neck. The morning stubble is rough on my fingers as I trace his jawline. I’m drawn to touch those forbidden lips. They look so soft and full. Kissable. I yelp when he nips my fingertip as I give in and run them over the top lip, then the bottom. I push myself up to kneel on my knees and slowly lean my face over his generous chest and flick my tongue over his left nipple. I see goose bumps rise all over his skin. My mouth has a mind of its own. I try to control the urge, but lose as I lightly set my teeth over that hard little bud of his.

  “Arrghh! Stella!” He grabs me under my arms and pulls me on top of him.

  “What? It was begging me just to nip at it. I swear.” My innocent smile is returned as I’m splayed over the front of his body where we end up face to face. I very badly want to bring my lips to his, but he has made it perfectly clear he is not interested in kissing. Using the mattress, I push up with my arms until I’m straddling his taut waist. Our new position allows me access to all of his beautiful parts, except the one that is pushing against my ass. I take advantage of him submitting to me and enjoy being in control. I slide my hands through his soft but thick hair. He quivers as I skim down his face to his neck and swirl my fingertips on his pecs. I cup them both and slide my core down to sit directly on his hard shaft. It’s thick and straining to get out of those boxer shorts.

  “I think he wants out…am I right?”

  “I know he wants out, and inside of you.” I’m in charge and I will take my time exploring his body. My fingers trace each muscle in his flat ripped stomach. Smirking, I watch his muscles jump every time I touch them. “You can tell I’m ticklish there, right?” I shake my head yes and he bucks under my touch. I can’t help but laugh out loud considering he’s moved so much that we are now all kinds of sideways in his bed. “You think it’s funny? It’s not going to be funny when I tie your hands behind your back and take you my way.”

  “You wouldn’t?” I say wide-eyed. Just the thought of him entering me makes me swivel my hips so his shaft rubs on the outside of my panties and sends little waves of pleasure through my body.

  “Oh, I would.” He grabs my waist tightly. My smile leaves instantly because I’m pretty sure that he is going to flip me over on my stomach and take me the only way he ever has. That’s not going to happen; this is my turn as promised.

  “But you said it’s my turn to pick. And I say I’m in control this time.” He gets a wicked grin that tells me he’s on board and is going to cooperate. I pull his boxers down to reveal his hard cock lying flat against his stomach. It’s like a present I get to unwrap. The butterflies start dancing in my stomach. I tug a bit more to reveal his perfectly shaved balls. I love that he is so man-scaped. Pulling myself up off his hips allows him room to pull them down, off, and over his ass. I feel his thick shaft twitch as I pull my panties to the side and slide the full length of him covering him with my wetness. His large head skims my clit and I moan his name. “Ty...You’re so hard.” I love this feeling. He’s rock hard, yet the skin that I’m sliding over and over again is soft as silk. He clenches his eyes shut at my teasing movements.

  “Damn, Baby, you’re killing me. Take me inside of you, Stella.”

  He slides both thumbs down into my slit until he reaches my most sensitive spot. I hiss at the contact. “Please, don’t…I don’t want to do it that way. I want all of you inside me while I come.”

  He stops…thank, God. “You’re in control, remember? Whatever you want, I’ll give you, especially when you’re above me, sliding up and down my dick.” His eyes are hooded, and he sets his sights on my breast. Reaching up, he pulls down my tank and palms them both and kneads them as I move against him more aggressively. His eyes stay locked on my face and I blush at his intense stare. He slides through my folds effortlessly and the warmth is almost instant that spreads through my groin. This has to stop or I’m going to break apart.

  I still my lower body and lean over him so l can run my slick tongue along his jaw. He inhales deeply and holds his breath as I slide my tongue over his neck and down to his collarbone. My tongue makes its way down to his nipples where I flick my tongue over them with equal attention. My licking and sucking is stopped when my shoulders are grabbed and pulled up. I feel my breast sucked into his mouth with such force that I cry out. “Oh, I love that. It feels so good.” Jealousy spikes again as I watch him make out with my full breast and nipple. My core ignites, and suddenly, I’m overcome with need for him. My bottom lip is pulled in between my teeth to hold back from crying out. I wish just once he would give my mouth, tongue and lips that much attention. I need more of him and his sucking is pushing me into a frenzy
of want, need and lust. I fist his hair to make him take me in even harder and deeper. He meets my demands and pulls my waist to bring his hard shaft to my slick opening. His thick head slides in and I pause. The only movement is him licking, lapping, and sucking my breast. Ty looks up at me and my insides clench from the desire I see directed at me.

  I feel like I’m going to explode and he is not even close to being inside. “Stop… Ty…please stop...fuck… I need a second.” Unlatching him from my breast is not an easy task. I want him to stop, yet not. He looks crazed with desire. Breaking the contact, I push him back down on the mattress until he is flat on his back. I’m aching, panting and on the verge of an orgasm. Closing my eyes and taking away the visual of this incredibly sexy man underneath me, helps me relax from my frenzy only a smidge. I feel him shift his hips and push inside a bit more. “Oh…God!” I cry out as the head skims over something extremely sensitive along my inner walls. My palms push at his chest as I raise my hips and I force my eyes to open. The eye contact is very intimate and the lust burning in those ice blue eyes make me feel very out of control. I want all of him and I can’t hold back another second. I feel lost in those eyes as I push back down taking him a little deeper each time. My wetness has us both slick and he’s so thick that I have to work him into my opening inch by inch. My body clenches and grabs at him every time I push him inside of me deeper and deeper.

  “Stella.” It’s just my name, but the way it leaves his lips has my body on fire. My hips rock slowly up and down. I know that my rhythm is torture, but I want all of him. I’m in control this time, so we are taking this slow until I can’t take slow any longer. My body finally accepts every inch he has to give. Staying very still, I enjoy the extremely full feeling of being impaled by his thick cock. I watch his face as I run my hands over his chest, down his stomach to explore his body. His eyes dart from my lips to my eyes a million times while we sit silently taking one another in. His eyes on me make it hard to keep still and I can’t fight the need for release another second. Sliding up and down on him with a slow rhythm, I take him in from tip to base. Each time, I can feel every vein and texture of his shaft. He grabs my hips and makes the tempo a bit faster and I smile. I was having so much fun taking it slow. “You are torturing me on purpose, aren’t you, young lady? I’m reconsidering you being in control,” he says this playfully with a half-smile rocking on that stunning face.