Captivated

by Scarlett Avery

  To my surprise, Miranda brings one hand to her tummy where my release has marked her and rubs my warm nectar in circular motions. Her eyes never leave mine. That’s hotter than hell. I didn’t expect to corrupt her so quickly.

  She’s looking at me with imploring eyes. “Do I still keep going?” Only then do I realize her other hand is still wrapped around my cock.

  “No. Not for now,” I gasp, breathing heavy.

  “I can’t believe I was able to do that. I mean there’s so much…”

  She doesn’t have to finish her sentence. We both know what she’s talking about. I haven’t come this hard in a long time. Not even Brianna can get me there. It’s always been more of a convenience thing with her anyways. The last time I went over the edge this violently was when Jake and I shared his current girlfriend, Allison, before the two of them became a couple. I can only imagine how it’ll be when I fuck Miranda’s pussy. It might not be tonight, but with the intoxicating way she submits to me and how wonderfully she responds to my touch, it’s not a matter of if, but when.

  “You did real good, sweetie.”

  “Really?” She beams triumphantly.

  “Do you have to ask? As you so accurately pointed out, I’m all over you, and there’s more dripping down my body.”

  “Hunter?”

  “Yeah.” I’m struggling to find my bearings.

  “Can I confess to something?”

  “Anything, sweetie. Always.”

  “I really liked it when you sank your teeth into my shoulder as you came. That was incredibly hot and it made me really…”

  I flash her a weary smile, still drained from my powerful orgasm. “Wet?”

  “It did.”

  “You like it rough?” She shrugs. “There’s nothing wrong with you liking things slightly edgier.”

  I would’ve never pegged Miranda as that kind of girl. This revelation makes her even more interesting to me. She’s not nearly as strait-laced as she comes off at first. Her penchant for things a little kinky is a major turn-on.

  “Thanks for letting me know I’m not a freak.” She nods to herself for a few short seconds. “Without you, I would’ve never discovered that about myself.”

  “I’m lucky you chose me to bring out your dirty side.” I lean in and kiss the tip of her nose. “I need to take care of you now.”

  “Oh.”

  “You didn’t think this was one-sided lesson, did you? You have to learn to receive as much as give. I just need a second to clean up.” I lean forward, searching for a box of Kleenex I always keep in the vehicle. I pull out a few sheets and hand them to her. “Here, you need to wipe off what you’ve done to me.” I chuckle. She laughs. I grab a couple more to clean up my stomach and my thighs. I discard the wet tissues and she does the same. “Do you want my fingers or my mouth on you?”

  “Well, now I know there’s nothing medically wrong with me because I can come when you go down on me. It’s never worked in the past with a guy’s fingers…” She pauses, unsure she should continue.

  She’s given into her shyness again. “Stop beating around the bush. Ask me for what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

  “Touch me and make me come, Hunter.” She whispers it so softly, it’s a stark contrast to the woman who was gripping and choking my cock with such confidence a few minutes ago.

  “Good girl. I’m going to change position and you’ll sit in my lap. That way, I’ll be able to play with your clit and fuck you with my fingers. Are you okay with that?”

  CHAPTER NINE

  Miranda

  Am I okay with you making me lose my mind at the back of your SUV in the middle of a parking lot at a state fair?

  This entire evening has been a dream. I would’ve been quite content had we gone home and called it a night, but being the one responsible for making a man—scratch that, an incredibly sexy grown man—come like that is surreal. I’m amazed at how his face contorts in the most sensual way as he came gushing all over me. I never thought I had that kind of power. Ever. I feel like Wonder Woman. No, that doesn’t describe it at all. I feel like I’ve climbed twenty-three thousand feet to the top of Mount Everest without needing a break. As impossible as is sounds, that’s exactly the type of electrifying energy running through my veins right now. As if all of this wasn’t enough, Hunter wants to give me more.

  We’re still both on our knees facing each other and he’s staring at me intently, waiting for my answer. What comes out of my mouth next surprises us both. “No woman in her right mind would say no to that tempting offer.” What the hell? Since when do I have this much bravado?

  Hunter laughs. “You’re learning to ask for what you want. I’m impressed.”

  “Being with you gives me the courage to go there without shame. I know you won’t judge me and you won’t make me feel like I’m a slut. I like that about you.”

  “There’s a lot that I like about you too, Miranda.” He sits down and extends his hands to caress the sides of my body. “Now, do you want me to finish what we started?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “Come over here, then.” Hunter pulls me towards him before lifting me and dropping me in the space between his folded legs. He’s sitting crossed legged and my body slides in comfortably.

  He slips a finger between my lips and his breath hitches against my ear. “Holy fuck, you’re even wetter than before.”

  I giggle. “It’s your fault.”

  “I take full responsibility and I intend on making it up to you by making sure you come hard.”

  I shiver under his addicting touch, letting out a low moan. “It’s a million times better than I remember.”

  “You fantasize about me touching you like I did at the gala?”

  “More times than I should admit aloud.” The truth is when I close my eyes just as I’m about to come during our phone sex sessions, I imagine his fingers taking me over the edge.

  He chuckles. “You’re turning out to be a hell of a perverted student, Miranda.”

  “Is that good or bad?” I pant.

  “In my world it’s pretty damn good.” He leans down and bites the side of my cheek and I grunt.

  “Do you play with yourself like this when we’re not having phone sex?”

  “Not really,” I confess softly. “It’s not the same without you talking dirty to me on the other end.”

  “You need it a little raunchy to come.” He chuckles.

  I can’t see how it’ll be the same with another guy. “I guess so.”

  “Have you bought the vibrator we talked about a couple days ago?” Hunter moves his finger faster and harder against my clit, making it really difficult to answer his question coherently.

  “No.” Oh, shit. Is it the conversation or his hand making my temperature rise higher?

  “Why not?”

  “I get off listening to you tell me what to do. Even at a distance you have full control over my climax.” Of me.

  “I do,” he asserts. Lust coats his voice and I sense he’s quite pleased with my answer. “I warned you I’d take over all your senses.”

  “No joke.” I giggle, but then wonder if I should have kept this admission to myself and quickly add, “Maybe I shouldn’t have confessed.”

  “I’d willingly spank you for keeping such saucy details from me. With that kind of revelation, I say we push this further.” God, what now? “Place your fingers on top of mine, close your eyes and feel the motion. We’re going to play with your clit together.”

  “That sounds so depraved.”

  “It’s supposed to be.” Hunter puts an abrupt end to our banter the second he slides a finger over my throbbing clit. I inhale sharply, yanking my hips up, but his strong hand pulls me back down. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  I tug again, but his grip is firm. He caresses me softly at first, but he quickly starts stroking me with more insistence. He toys with me, unwavering and demanding. I hold my breath, helpless at the carnal feel of his
fingers against my clit. It’s so fucking amazing a part of me wants to beg him for a respite, but I know full well he’d never grant it to me. He’s on a mission. One that will end with me losing my mind. Without warning, he slips his hand away and grabs hold of mine. “I want you to feel how hard you are,” he says, placing my finger on top of my clit. “Caress it.”

  “You mean in front of you?” I shriek. I haven’t got a clue how I have the presence of mind to string that sentence together.

  “Exactly. Don’t worry, I’ll finish you off, but I want you to intensify your arousal by gliding your finger all over your sweet little clit, knowing I’m here observing your every move.” As always, Hunter’s message is raw and like always, I’m even more turned on. I obey him. I let myself go and I allow myself to enjoy this moment. I won’t let my self-consciousness ruin it for me. “Does it feel good?” he murmurs softly in my ear.

  “Yes,” is all I manage to say. My breath hitches as the first ripples of pleasure travel through my body. God, it never feels like this on my own.

  “Let me help.” Before I can process his words, Hunter slides two fingers inside me and I gasp. “Oh, baby, I love the way you squeeze my fingers like this.” Instinctively I clench my pussy against his intrusion, loving every second of it. Hunter slips his fingers in and out, playing with my wetness and making me squirm like crazy under his touch. I’m completely lost in this wanton debauchery and then it all stops. What is he doing to me?

  “No, you can’t.” I tilt my head backwards against his chest when his fingers retract from my pussy. I prepare myself to beg for him to continue, but instead, my mouth gapes open as I watch him slide the same middle finger that was inside my pussy a second ago into his mouth. He licks voraciously. “Fuck,” I whisper, so ramped up I think I’m about to combust. This is the second time he’s done that. And both times he’s rendered me speechless.

  “I love to taste you. It’s so fucking heady and inebriating.”

  Suddenly the urge for him to take my mouth is more pressing than my pulsating clit. I extend my neck, hoping to reach his lips. He reads my thoughts and flashes me a coy side smile. He leans down and kisses me passionately, spreading my sticky juices across my lips.

  “Ha,” I hiss against his mouth. “Please. More,” I beg, pushing his hand down my trembling stomach, urging him to touch me. He doesn’t deny me the pleasure.

  “Put your hand back on top of mine,” he commands. Hunter is unrepentant. He strokes over my sensitive node, spreading my slickness around my pussy until my entire body tingles with need. “Open for me, sweetie.” He uses his other hand to spread me wider, exposing me further to his touch. “You have such a tight little pussy. I can only dream of what it’ll feel like choking my cock.” With his raunchy words, he slides his long fingers in deeper, making my insides convulse. When he flicks my clit, I bring my free hand to my mouth and bite down. I sob feebly.

  “Arghhh.” I let out a desperate low sound as my body heats up again.

  “Look at you, you’re gyrating all over my hand, taking pleasure from both of us at the same time. Do you know how freaking hot that is?”

  Sweet mother of God. I’m burning up like a volcano, I’m needy like an addict and I’m out of control like a woman too eager to give it all up to a strong man. Just when I think things can’t get better, Hunter slides two fingers inside my pussy. “Holy Jesus.”

  I move my hand away. I fucking need more. I lift my legs so they press against my breasts. I’m completely unprepared for the shiver that runs down my spine. My nipples are rock-hard and the sensation against my own skin is deadly. Undeterred by this unexpected jolt, I give Hunter full access to my pussy. I grab his wrist and I push his hand further between my legs so that his fingers plunge even deeper.

  “That good, huh?”

  Damn right it is and you know exactly what you’re doing to me. I can hear the amusement in his voice, but I don’t care. I need him to take me there.

  He doesn’t make me beg. For the record, I was prepared to do whatever it takes. He slides his fingers deeper and faster inside my pussy before pressing them against my clit. Yes. He’s sweeping up my stickiness in small heart-stopping circles. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. The sound of my wetness against his fingers is absolutely mind-blowing. It trumps our heavy breathing. I moan greedily with each squishy echo.

  “I’m so close.” This is so insane it’s nearly impossible for me to catch my breath. Jesus. I arch my back as the first ripples of my orgasm hit me. I bring both hands up and interlace my fingers behind his neck. I hold on for dear life, clinging onto him, fearing if I don’t, I’ll lose myself completely and there will be no redemption for me.

  “Remember, sweetie. You can’t be loud when you come. We don’t want anyone to know I’m doing this to you. This is just between you and I, right?”

  “I’m never loud,” I pant, a little confused.

  “Oh, you were at the gala.” So it was as bad as I feared. “No one could hear you over the music and the commotion, but you were wild and unleashed. Out here, it’s very different. We’re in a vast open space with cars surrounding us. We have to be careful.”

  Shit. Seriously? No wonder I thought I was having a heart attack. “I promise. I’ll be quiet.” I struggle to speak. What he’s doing to me feels so freaking amazing, I haven’t got a clue how I’m going to be able to contain my cries. Hunter doesn’t miss a beat. He continues to stroke, sending spiking arrows of fire through me as he brings me closer and closer to my breaking point. The exhilarating pressure builds up. “Hunter, I’m there.”

  “That’s not what I want to hear.”

  “What?”

  “Say it,” he presses me again.

  “Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God,” I gasp over and over again.

  “I want to hear the words or I’ll take your orgasm away from you.”

  He can’t do that to me.

  I ready myself to lash out at his injustice, but I’m too far gone. “Hunter,” I hiccup. “Shit. I’m com—”

  I can’t speak anymore. Hunter’s cock grows harder against my back. I can’t believe he’s turned on like this by the sweet torture he’s putting me through. “Come for me, Miranda.” I was nearly there, but his words give me permission to dive right into my orgasm. Hunter bites down on the side of my neck and I swear my heart stops. Sweet Lord. Everything tightens inside me. I clench my pussy, hoping to taper the trembling, but my body is enjoying this ride way too much. I bite my lower lip, trying my best not to make a sound, but when his fingers close against my clit, I’m done. I hold my breath. My whole body goes rigid for the few seconds and then it goes limp again. My brain is trying to process it all, but I guess my voice must have started to mount because Hunter sticks the fingers he had inside my pussy in my mouth. “Shh, not so loud. Suck hard on these instead,” he whispers before sticking his tongue in my ear. And I do. I suck to dampen the sounds of my climax and I suck because tasting myself like this is so goddamn intense. I abandon myself to the most powerful climax of my life at the hand of the man who is quickly changing everything I know about sex. About what it means to be a woman. About myself.

  “Oh, my God,” I pant, unable to believe I’ve waited this long to find out how good sex can be.

  “You came completely undone, sweetie.” Hunter drops a few gentle kisses against my cheek. “That was sexy as hell.” With every breath I take, his hard cock presses against my back as a reminder that it’s not over yet.

  My mind is still reeling and I’m still shaking, but something comes over me. I push Hunter’s hand to the side, slide my body away from his, flip on to my knees and place one hand on top of Hunter’s shoulder. “Looks like I need to take care of you again.” My provocative tone surprises both of us. Before he can even respond, I reach down, grab his cock and start stroking, never leaving his stunned gaze. His erection is so impressive you’d never know he shot a huge load a few minutes ago. I work him up and down and he responds by lifting his hips from the
floor and fucking my hand. “God, I love doing this to you,” I whisper, my eyes now glued to his cock retracting in and out of my hand. He’s so powerful and so unrestrained.

  “Oh, shit,” he groans, pumping into my hand more frantically now. Balancing himself with the hand against the floor, he extends the other and fists my hair, bringing my face inches away from his mouth. He’s not making any attempt at kissing me. He’s simply breathing in and out, mumbling a string of swear words with each one of my thrusts. “Christ.” He tugs at my hair, forcing me to jerk my head back, and the tingling against my scalp travels all the way down to my clit. Unwilling to slow down, I move my hand faster against his glistening cock when the first few drops of his white milk spew from the crown of his head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he hisses. With one last wild jerk of the hips, Hunter comes gushing. His voice starts to rise as his cock throbs in my hand. I lean forward to swallow his cries of pleasure. His hot liquid release is everywhere—my hand, my forearm, his legs and his stomach. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s also all over the ends of my hair. His eyes move from his release to mine and he smiles. “You did it to me. Again.”

  “I guess I did,” I answer in his mouth.

  “Damn right.” He fists my hair more possessively and pulls me closer before crushing his lips against mine in a ravishing kiss. After a few seconds, Hunter pushes me slightly away from him. “You’re amazing, Miranda.” He pauses and catches his breath. “I want so much more of you,” he adds unexpectedly.

  So do I. I’m too choked up to let the words out, afraid he’ll see right through me. These little lessons are turning out to be more.