Captured By The Warriors

by Daniella Wright

  “What a celebration,” I said while we were lying next to each other. I yawned and saw him smile, then he kissed me soft on the lips.

  “Glad I could help,” he said. He stroked my hair tenderly while I fell asleep, unable to keep my eyes open any longer. It had been a terribly long and draining day, and aside from that last part, I just wanted it to be over with. I drifted off then without another word to my guest.

  In the morning, Mark was gone, but he’d left his phone number on my night stand. I picked up the paper and looked at it, then tucked it away in my drawer to keep. I had never had a one-night stand before, but I had woken up feeling incredible, my body refreshed and my mind at ease. It had been more fun than I could have expected; the sex was fantastic, and Mark had been pleasant company throughout the night. I got up and stretched, my body sore, and slipped out of bed to take a shower. I let the hot water run over my body and relaxed underneath the heat of it.

  I got ready for work, still thinking about Mark, especially when I saw the tiny shred of my panties on the ground near my bed. He really had torn them off like a wild man, and the thought for some reason made me distractingly hot while I slipped out of my door to go to work.

  At the bank, I saw Carmine waiting for me, her face lit up. She pulled me into the back staff room the moment she saw me.

  “Tell me everything,” she demanded, and I smiled at her.

  “It was great,” I said, then lowered my voice. “I’m walking bowlegged today. He did not play around.”

  “Wow,” said Carmine, laughing delightedly. “Did he stay the night?”

  I shook my head. “No, but he left his number.”

  “You gonna call him?”

  I bit my lip. I wanted to see him again but wasn’t sure of the etiquette surrounding one-night-stands. It was possible he’d just left the phone number to be polite, to keep me from feeling cheap, and I wasn’t sure if it was even appropriate for me to call him at this point.

  “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “It might be weird.”

  “Listen,” said Carmine. “It happens all the time. It won’t be weird. You thought he was hot, you fucked him, he liked it too, he left his number. Call him!”

  “I might.”

  “I know that Elliot is banging everything he can get his hands on, even if he is engaged,” said my friend. “You gotta live a little. Mark was hot, you’re hot, the sex was hot, call him.”

  I nodded. “I’ll think about it,” I said. Carmine rolled her eyes but giddily asked for more details. I told her everything while we were getting ready for the bank to open and she drank it all in excitedly.

  That day passed in a blur. I kept thinking about Mark, about whether I should call him. And if I did call him, how soon it should be. The idea of dating and hook-ups was foreign to me and I didn’t know what the policy was on casual sex, if it was okay for me to instigate or not. In the end, I convinced myself that I was overthinking it. I would just see where my mood took me.

  By the end of the week, I still hadn’t worked up the nerve to call him. I would take out the paper with his number on it and hold it in my hands, look it over before putting it back in the drawer where I’d found it. I decided instead to go back to the bar and see if maybe I’d run into him. I’d have a much easier time flirting with him in person than I would arranging something over the phone.

  Chapter 2: Sebastian

  I was sitting at the bar when a woman walked in, her long red hair cascading down her shoulders, framing a perfect heart-shaped face. I knew immediately I wanted to talk to her. I wasn’t usually the kind of guy who went to bars to pick up women; in fact, the only reason I was here was because I’d had a shit day at work and had needed a drink before going home. My roommate would have come with me but he was working late tonight, so I found myself alone at this college bar. And now I was wondering about the girl who’d just walked in.

  She sat at the stool next to me, the only one that was open, and ordered a drink. I caught her eye and she smiled at me coyly, biting into her bottom lip. We held eyes for a long second and something passed between us, something flaming hot that made my body react to hers even though she was just sitting there.

  “Hi,” she said softly, looking at me through her lashes. Her full lips were painted a pale pink that looked like it tasted like strawberry candy. “Was someone sitting here?”

  I shook my head at her, gazing at those lips. I bit into mine and then met her eye again. Her whole body was sending me signals; her hips faced me and her legs were slightly open, her pretty mouth pouting in a question that I wanted to answer. The bartender put her drink down in front of her but she continued to stare at me wonderingly.

  “Skip the drink,” I said, suddenly bold. I didn’t know her; I didn’t know how she’d respond at all. I could be on the fast track to getting slapped off the stool. She looked at me with her eyebrows raised and I brought my hand to her cheek, stroking her bottom lip with my thumb.

  “Let’s go,” I said, when she parted her lips in invitation for my mouth. I kissed her, hot and passionate, and she tasted the inside of my mouth with her mint-sweet tongue. She stared at me for a long moment, clearly thinking about it, then nodded and grabbed her purse. We disappeared out the bar and into my car, where I opened the passenger door for her to climb inside. I had never done anything so bold before. Usually, I at least bought a girl a drink before I took her home. But this one I wanted completely sober and reactive. There was something between us that was hot and liquid as lava, and I didn’t want to waste any time on the getting to know you part before taking her home with me.

  “What’s your name?” I asked.

  “Penelope,” she said, watching my face as I drove. “What’s yours?”

  “Sebastian,” I said, then paused.

  “Penelope,” I said. “Lift up your dress and touch yourself while I take you home.”

  I didn’t know where all this boldness had come from. I felt almost like I was channeling my best friend and roommate, who enjoyed being firm with the women he took home. Many nights, I’d heard him bossing one around. And they ate it up like candy.

  For her part, Penelope had given me a hot look before wiggling her hips to pull her dress above them. Then I saw her slip her hand between her legs and begin to stroke herself next to me. My cock was instantly rock hard and I thought about pulling over and taking her in the backseat just so that I wouldn’t have to wait, but I forced myself to be patient while I sped toward my penthouse downtown. By the time we got there, she had come all over her fingers with a moan that filled the car and made me almost desperate to have her.

  We got to my place and went upstairs, our bodies locked together on the elevator, mouths moving against each other. She was already undressing me, her hands on my belt, then the button of my jeans as we made our way down the hall to my front door. I opened it and let her in, then took her hand and led her to the bedroom right away. Once there, she finished undressing me, then I watched as she pulled her dress off. She was wearing neither a bra nor panties, and so she was brazenly naked in front of me. I dragged my teeth over my bottom lip and looked at her from top to bottom before taking her into my arms and molding her body against mine, kissing her deeply. I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist, her lower lips pressed against my cock, soaking it. I rubbed her up and down, then laid down on the bed, pulling her on top of me. I wanted to watch her ride me more than anything, wanted to see her breasts bounce while she took her pleasure. She had the same idea and was clearly on the same page because she lowered herself onto my cock with deliberate slowness and began to rock back and forth in tender strokes, taking every inch as if she was relishing the slow feeling of my sliding into her. I could tell she wanted to speed up, to really get her pleasure, but I held her hips still so that I could arch mine up and down into her in long strokes from below. I hit the back of her channel over and over, making her squirm breathlessly on top of me.

  “Touch yourself,” I said
again, and she put her fingers between her legs and rubbed her bud while she rode me. She was exquisite on my lap, her muscles tight and clenching around me, snug as a glove. I could have come within minutes just from the feeling of being completely buried inside of her, but I held myself back so that she could fuck me as long as she wanted, taking the time to build to an orgasm that, when it finally came, made her shudder and cry out on top of me.

  When we were finished, she rolled off of me and then propped her head up on her elbow, looking down at my face as I caught my breath.

  “I don’t usually do this,” she said. “Random hook-ups.”

  “Neither do I,” I told her honestly. My roommate was the one who brought girls home fairly often. I usually reserved sex for relationships, though I was glad I had brought her home. The feeling of her channel wrapped around my cock was one that was mind-blowing for me. I tilted my face up to kiss her hotly, wrapping my hand around the back of her head to hold her close.

  “Should I go?” she asked when she pulled away.

  I shook my head. “Not unless you want to.”

  “Staying sounds good,” she said, kissing me again. “I’m not done with you yet.”

  That thought sent a thrill through my body. And indeed, it was less than a half hour later that she was spread out beneath me, her legs parted wide while I buried myself inside of her again and again.

  Before we fell asleep, I heard the front door open and knew that my roommate must be getting in. Penelope looked at me with a question on her face.

  “My roommate,” I explained. She nodded.

  “Is it okay that I’m here?” she asked.

  “It’s fine,” I assured her, and then she snuggled against my chest, her skin deliciously warm on mine. I heard her breathing slow as she fell asleep, and followed into dreams soon after.

  Chapter 3: Penelope

  I woke up in the morning alone in bed. The smell of food wafted through the penthouse, and my stomach rumbled with how hungry I was. I got up and slipped into my dress from the night before, then made my way out of the bedroom. And then I froze. Standing in the kitchen was Sebastian, but he was beside Mark, the man I’d taken home with me the week before. Neither one of them saw me, and I was seriously tempted to sneak out the front door while their backs were turned, but then Sebastian heard me in the hallway and glanced over his shoulder at me.

  “Good morning,” he said. “We’re just cooking if you want to sit down. It’s almost done.”

  It was then that Mark turned around. When he saw me, a look of surprise passed over his features. It was quickly replaced by amusement, then desire.

  “Do you two know each other?” asked Sebastian, looking between the two of us. I flushed a deep red and could barely form the words. I had rarely felt so embarrassed as I did looking at Mark’s face, wondering what he must be thinking of me.

  “We’ve met,” I said slowly, holding Mark’s eye. He nodded and gave me a half-smile.

  “I believe we’ve both had the pleasure of making this one squirm,” Mark said to Sebastian, and I blushed deeply, my face burning hot.

  “Oh yeah?” asked Sebastian. He didn’t look put off. In fact, he looked like the fact amused him to no end. “She’s the girl from last weekend?”

  “She is,” said Mark, grinning at me wickedly. The idea of them sharing details about me in bed, about Sebastian knowing the things I’d done with Mark, was almost as arousing as it was mortifying.

  “I’m going to go,” I said, trying to hide my face.

  Sebastian stopped me, putting a hand on my arm. “Have breakfast with us,” he said. “It’s really not a big deal.”

  “It’s not,” Mark chimed in. “It just means we have more in common than we thought.”

  “And excellent taste,” said Sebastian. I looked him in the eye and thought for a moment. I had enjoyed my time with both of them and had felt relaxed with each of them alone. They had both made me laugh, made me come, and it was nice of them to cook breakfast for me. I nodded. Both men smiled, and I was charmed by each of them.

  “Sit,” said Sebastian, as Mark turned back to the stove. I hesitantly took a seat at the table where Sebastian was sitting and waited until Mark delivered us each a plate of eggs. Then he sat down with us and looked at my face, a half smile on this lips.

  “This is weird for you,” he said. “I can tell.”

  “A little bit,” I admitted. Sebastian brought his hand up then to stroke my cheek, surprising me. Then he leaned over and kissed me softly. It felt strange to do in front of Mark but also somehow natural. I wasn’t particularly self-conscious in front of either of them. Both of them naturally made me feel comfortable, and so I returned Sebastian’s kiss.

  “Don’t be weirded out,” said Sebastian against my lips. “We all had fun.”

  “A lot of fun,” said Mark, then he clicked his tongue. “I’ve been waiting for you to call.”

  “I was nervous,” I told him. “I know it looks bad, but I really don’t do this. I just got divorced.”

  Sebastian shook his head, taking my hand. He was more tender than his friend but I liked both of them. Mark had a dark, rough side and Sebastian took his time. “It doesn’t sound bad at all. You’re thinking about it too much. Stop worrying.”

  I felt comforted by that. Looking at both of them then, feeling Sebastian’s skin on mine, was warming my body from head to toe. I knew I was getting flushed, and I knew Mark noticed because he licked his bottom lip and stared me down.

  We ate together then, changing the topic to an easy conversation. Once I relaxed a little bit, I found that I didn’t feel tense just because both of them knew each other anymore. The morning passed quickly as we talked, and by the time I got ready to leave it was almost noon.

  Before I left, I kissed Sebastian on the cheek. Then I turned to Mark and did the same, but also nipped his lip before I pulled away.

  “Come back anytime,” said Mark, “really. We would love to see you.”

  I decided it was something I had to think about. I felt comfortable around both of them but it still felt strange. I didn’t respond, but smiled at them both before leaving.

  Later when I finally went in to work, Carmine was waiting for me with her arms crossed over her chest. I hadn’t told her about Sebastian yet but she looked like she somehow knew anyway, like it was written all over my face. I blushed just thinking about it, and she raised her eyebrows while she studied my face.

  “Did you see Mark last night?” she asked me. “How was it?”

  Her eyes widened at me. “Not Mark?” she asked.

  I shook my head. “Mark’s roommate. Sebastian.”

  “Oh my god,” she said, so loudly I was worried my boss would overhear. That would be even more mortifying than finding Mark in the kitchen this morning. “No fucking way.”

  I explained the situation to her and she was laughing by the end of the story, her hand covering her mouth in disbelief. It didn’t even sound like a story from my life. I was usually a good girl, one who didn’t really break the rules like Carmine was prone to. In general, the idea of going home with one man I’d just met was wild enough for me, let alone two.

  “You have to do it,” she said adamantly. “You have to.”

  I was reluctant to agree, though a large part of me wanted to. It just seemed so wanton, so unlike me. I didn’t want to do something I would later regret; I had done that with Elliot. In the beginning, I had thought I was so in love with him, that it was a happy, loving arrangement. It wasn’t until later that I found out our relationship was essentially a lie. So I was hesitant to step out of my comfort zone again, even though I knew that sleeping with two hot guys was an opportunity a lot of women would kill to have. Including Carmine.

  “I don’t know,” I said. “Friends with benefits? I don’t know if that’s my thing.”

  “Girl,” Carmine said, her face dead serious. “You’re newly single. You have two hot guys who gave you crazy good sex and want to keep it
up. There’s no question about it.”

  All of it felt true to me, even as she said it. I suppose in the end I didn’t need much convincing. It was hard to get either one of the men out of my mind. Mark haunted me with his wicked grin and commanding tone and the very thought of Sebastian’s touch seduced me. I was absolutely smitten with both of them even in the short time I’d known them, and I wanted to see them both again.