Captured (Vice, Virtue & Video Book 2)

by Bianca Giovanni

  “Come on.” He motions for me to get up. “Let’s get back to the bedroom.”

  It’s like a fire drill to jump out of the tub and get dried off as quickly as possible. We’re both very obviously good to go, and he scoops me up in his arms and carries me to the bed like we’re trying to beat the clock.

  He deposits me on the sheets and starts kissing my neck and my breasts before journeying down my stomach. His lips drift up and down my inner thighs, and my breath is already racing.

  “Since this is what made you fall in love with me…” He grins with a wink.

  His mouth is on me, and he’s licking and teasing my clitoris. It’s incredible. I moan and pant as he continues softly, slowly, sensually winding me tighter and tighter like a spring. One more flick of his tongue and I shatter, whimpering and writhing as my legs shake and my hands grip the sheets.

  “Oh, my God!” I pant as he kisses his way back up my body.

  “So that’s the ticket, huh?” He looks very triumphant as he rests his hand low on my stomach.

  “Uh-huh.”

  “You, young lady, are coming like a fuckin’ champ tonight.” He beams like he’s quite proud of his ability to make me lose control. “Come here a sec. I want you to try something.”

  He takes my hand and sits me up before he kisses me and lies back on the bed. I raise an eyebrow with curiosity, wondering what exactly he wants me to try.

  “There’s another condom in my jeans. Grab it,” he instructs. I do it. “You try rolling it on.”

  I tear the packet open and take it out. He laughs at my shyness as I blush and touch him. I run my hand up and down his length a few times and bite my bottom lip. It’s so huge that it’s hard to imagine my body could accommodate him.

  “Roll it on like this,” he says, guiding my hands.

  I do and I’m very pleased with myself when I get it on. I’ve never put a condom on a guy before.

  “Nice work, Caraway,” he says, giving me an exaggerated salute.

  I laugh loudly.

  “You’re in charge, baby,” he says, motioning for me to straddle him. “This time you set the pace. Show me what feels good.”

  I like this idea, and that I get try something new for my second time. James knows every position and I’m a fast learner, so I’m eager to try all of them.

  He looks in my eyes as I lower myself onto him. I move slowly, like the lunar lander, as I inch down. It’s such a full feeling and I enjoy the slight stretch of it. Finally, I relax my legs as we come together. The Eagle has landed indeed.

  “Wow,” he breathes. “You took it all.”

  “It’s so deep.” I exhale, already feeling the primordial sparks of orgasm just from the sensation of having him inside me.

  “Is it too deep? You can ease up if it’s too much.”

  “No, I like it,” I say in an almost moan.

  He snickers, and I give him a little smack on the stomach.

  “Shut up. It just feels amazing when you fill me like this.”

  “Fuck, that’s sexy! Okay, baby, move your hips like this first,” he instructs, holding my hips and showing me how to slowly rock back and forth.

  Holy shit, does this feel amazing! My body undulates like a wave as I start speeding up. His eyelids are heavy with desire, and he’s breathing harder as I continue.

  “Christ, Lola! You feel so fuckin’ good inside.”

  I can’t reply; I’m too lost in this experience. Everything is simmering inside me, and I can feel it starting to build. He grips my hips, and I feel his legs tense as he starts subtly thrusting up into me. That only amplifies it, and I’m panting and moaning. There’s a shiver lining up at the starting blocks low in my belly and waiting for the pistol so it can sprint up my spine and send my whole body into ecstasy.

  “Yes, Lola,” James moans. “Do it, baby. Come for me.”

  That’s the signal and everything explodes inside me. I whimper and shake, leaning forward with my hands on his chest. My arms are shaky and I can’t hold myself up.

  James sits up and holds me tight, grabbing my hip with one hand and continuing to rock me as I’m swept up in the rushing rapids of my orgasm.

  “Oh, fuck!” He moans long and low. “Holy shit!”

  I’ve only done it twice, but this is high in the running for my favorite part of sex: witnessing James lose all control as he comes. He’s so extraordinarily skilled and has such mastery of all things sexual, which makes it amazingly flattering to think that my body is what sets him off this way.

  We slow to a stop, and he wraps his arms around my waist as he holds me close. I run my fingers over his back and delight in the way his ribcage is expanding and contracting like he just ran a marathon. I do this to him. I have the ability to make him come undone this way.

  “Goddamn, Lola.” He pants into my neck. “Two times with you and I’ve come harder than I ever have in my entire life.”

  I laugh and kiss from his shoulder up to his neck. He leans back and looks at me with a big, satisfied smile, which makes me feel quite proud of myself.

  “Which position are we gonna try next?” I say, biting my bottom lip.

  “Damn, girl! You really are…voracious.” He smiles with a wink. “I got a roll of condoms in the car, and I’m down with showing you all the basics tonight.”

  “Awesome!” I eagerly grin.

  “So, basically what you’re saying is that you just want to fuck the shit out of me for the next several hours?”

  “Until the sun comes up!”

  “I fuckin’ love you!” he exhales as he grabs me and kisses me passionately.

  Chapter 24

  James

  MY EYES SLOWLY BLINK OPEN, and I glance over at the clock on the nightstand. It’s eleven thirty a.m. and I’m still sleepy, but I’m kind of hungry too. I need to get some calories to make up for all that exercise last night. Lola and I had sex for, like, five fuckin’ hours straight and that knocked me the fuck out, but it was totally awesome.

  Right now, she’s still asleep with her head on my chest and her arm around me. Her hair is cascading over my shoulder, and her bare skin is warm and smooth. I kind of can’t believe how much I love her. I seriously never thought this level of caring for someone was even possible. I would literally do anything for her. I’d take a fuckin’ bullet for this girl. I can honestly say that I’ve never felt this devoted to anyone else.

  I give her a little kiss on the forehead to wake her up, and she sighs and moves a tiny bit, but she doesn’t open her eyes yet. I take her hand and kiss her fingertips before placing it back on my chest. After that, I lean down and start kissing her face as I stroke her back.

  She pretends to still be asleep, but she tilts her head up so I can kiss her lips. She’s got a big smile on her face when I pull away, and I know she’s awake.

  “Faker,” I whisper.

  “I wanted to see what else you’d do.” She gives me that flirty, innocent look.

  “Oh, there’s a lot more I would have done,” I say with a pretend growl. “I would have rolled you on your back and fuckin’ gone to town on you, Lo.”

  She giggles and rises up so she’s leaning over me, propped up with her hands on either side of my shoulders. She throws her leg over me and now she’s straddling me, bending down to kiss me. My hands land on her hips before I let them move down to her firm little ass.

  “Do we have any condoms left?” she asks, kissing my neck.

  “A few, but we can’t do it again for a little bit.”

  She sits up and pouts. “Why not?”

  “Because I know you’re gonna be sore as shit after all that, and I’m not going anywhere near your pussy if it’s gonna hurt you.”

  “Boo! That’s lame.”

  “Is it?” I smirk, putting my hand between her legs and sliding a finger inside her. Fuck! She’s so wet already.

  She winces a little, but she tries to play it off like she was just surprised.

  “Sore, isn’t it?”
I reply in a played-up know-it-all voice.

  She rolls her eyes and gives me a funny, exaggerated pout. “Fine, you win. It hurts just a tiny bit.”

  “Told you. You’re not a Lamborghini, kid. You can’t go from zero to sixty like that.”

  She tries not to, but she chuckles a little bit at that comment. “All right, that’s kind of accurate,” she concedes.

  “Let’s have some breakfast and we’ll do some other stuff.”

  “Okay.” She nods, lifting herself off of me. “I’m super hungry.”

  “Me too. It’s ’cause we probably burned about eight thousand calories with all that shit last night.”

  “James,” she says sincerely, “that was really, really awesome, and I loved doing it with you.”

  It warms my heart to hear that. “I’m glad you liked it, baby. I sure as fuck loved it too!”

  She gives me a little kiss and then stands up and goes for her bathrobe. I see her wince just a little bit when she’s out of the bed and I feel a pinch of guilt. I know part of that’s my fault for letting her run with it last night. She wanted it so many times and I certainly wasn’t going to object to giving it to her. Still, I should have told her that we needed to take it slow so that she wouldn’t be all sore today.

  “I’m sorry it hurts,” I say apologetically as I get out of bed.

  “Hey, no big deal. I was the one who wanted to fuck every ten seconds.”

  I snicker and shake my head at her. Lola’s hilariously adorable sometimes. I love the way she just rolls with shit like this. I remember one time several years ago when I came onto her a little bit and ended up getting a hard-on. She just joked around with me about it and didn’t bat an eye at the fact that she turned me on so much. Maybe it was growing up with a horny dude for a best friend, but she’s never had any qualms about stuff like that.

  I pop my jeans on commando-style, and we head into the kitchen to get all the supplies for a big breakfast, even though it’s almost noon. I start making eggs and she heats up the griddle for pancakes. She hates pork, so we make some turkey links to go with it, and she pours us two glasses of orange juice.

  She smiles so brightly the sun would be jealous and gives me a kiss. “So, are you my boyfriend now?” she asks with this cute, innocent giggle.

  “I want to be. Do you want to be my girlfriend, Lo?”

  “You bet your sexy ass I do!”

  I laugh hard and then nod my head at her. “All right, then it’s official.”

  “Does that mean I get to do this to you whenever I want?” she says with a soft sensuality as she stands on her tiptoes to kiss me.

  “Mmm-hmm. And it means I get to do this to you whenever I want,” I whisper as I bend down and kiss her neck.

  When I straighten up, she looks lovingly into my eyes and then puts her arms around me. I hold her close, and she kisses the base of my neck and across my chest, which is about as far as she can reach without stretching. She’s so little and I love wrapping my arms around her because I feel like I can totally swallow her up in love.

  We make breakfast and sit down at the table. She’s beaming like she could explode into a cloud of glitter and rainbows, and I love seeing her happy, especially considering how unhappy I made her just a few days ago. But she forgives me, she loves me, and that’s the most important thing.

  I turn my head as I eat a bite of my pancakes, and I see that my dad has put a pretty Japanese maple tree in the back yard at my old house. It makes me feel kind of bummed out. I haven’t talked to my parents in years, and I can’t help but think about the way my mom cried when they found out that I was doing porn. I was always so close with her, and it made me feel like such an asshole to break her heart that way. I guess I just didn’t think about it. I mean, I knew that they’d eventually find out, but I didn’t really consider how it would affect them.

  “What’s wrong?” Lola slowly sets her orange juice down on the table.

  “Hmm?” I say, pulled out of my unpleasant memories.

  “You look sad. What’s the matter?”

  “Nothing.” I shrug. “Just thinking about my mom.”

  “Oh.”

  She knows how hard that was for me. She was right in the eye of the storm with me during all of it. She and her mom took me in and let me stay at their place for a couple days to see if my dad would let up on the whole our-youngest-son-is-dead thing. Sadly, he didn’t and I ended up going back to Cali with everything still broken.

  “I saw your dad the other day.” Her tone is deliberately cheerful.

  “Did he ask about me?” I say with forced optimism, even though I know the outlook is probably pretty grim.

  “Kind of.” She smiles apologetically. “You have to remember, though, when I talked to him, I was still really pissed off at you, so I wasn’t exactly in the mood to sing your praises.”

  “Yeah, I’d imagine you weren’t.” I smirk.

  “But I didn’t say much about you. Neither did he, really. He said your mom’s volunteering for a recycling place and that Jonathan just sold some big expensive house,” she says and I think she’s trying to shift the subject away from my rocky relationship with my dad.

  “Did you go in the house?” I can hear how solemn I sound.

  “Yeah,” she says, looking down at her plate. “No pictures.”

  “Oh.” My throat tightens as I hold back my emotions.

  When the whole fiasco with my parents went down, my dad took down all the pictures of me and supposedly threw them away. My brother told me that my mom wouldn’t let him and now they’re keeping them in a box in the basement, but who knows if that’s true.

  “I’m sorry, James.” Lola reaches out for my hand. “I hated the way they reacted to it then, and I still hate it now. You’re their son and they shouldn’t have just banished you like that.”

  “I was an embarrassment to them and they freaked. I get it.” I shrug. Inside, though, it still really hurts.

  She gets up from the table and comes over to me, climbing onto my lap so she’s straddling me in the chair. She looks right into my eyes and gives me a tender kiss before she puts her arms around me and hugs me. It’s weird how much this makes me feel better. It always has. When all that shit went down, I slept in the guest bedroom at her house and she crawled into bed with me for a little while. She cuddled up to me and I got to hold her in my arms. It was so comforting, and I was able to let some of my sadness go for a while. It’s like being close to her warms me up inside.

  “I always wanted to fix it for you, to make everything better.” She gently runs her fingers down the back of my neck. “I felt so bad, James. So bad. I wanted to yell at them both and tell them how shitty that was, but I knew that I couldn’t. Maybe I can talk to them now. I know they miss you, they have to, and maybe they’ll be more open to taking you back.”

  “Nah. I don’t think that’s ever gonna happen.” My dad’s a hard-ass and the odds of him suddenly reversing this decision are slim to none.

  “It will.” She sounds so confident about it. “We’ll fix it.”

  She kisses my lips, then my cheeks, then across my eyebrows, then down to my forehead and back again. It’s soft and sweet, and it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I love her little kisses.

  “You always make me feel better,” I whisper to her.

  “Good,” she replies, taking my face in her hands and kissing me one more time.

  I reach around her for a bite of pancake, and as I’m bringing it up to my mouth, she turns her head and eats it off my fork.

  “Hey!” I laugh.

  “It looked tasty,” she says, pretending to be all innocent.

  “Here, another one.” I chuckle, feeding her another bite. “This is kinda sexy.”

  “Do you like putting things in my mouth, James?” she teases, giving me an übersexy grin.

  “Fuck!” I laugh, shaking my head.

  She giggles and blushes, turning it off just as fast as she turned it on. It’s cute
. It always cracks me up that she can’t see how irresistible she is.

  She sighs and looks at me with a smile as wide as the equator. “I love this. I love being able to kiss you and do all this with you. I’ve never had, you know, a real boyfriend who loved me and stuff, and I love it.”

  “You’re the only real girlfriend I’ve ever had,” I reply. “I had girls that were friends and girls that I fucked—”

  “But never the two did meet.”

  “Yep. Not until you. I’m kinda nervous, actually.” I chuckle. “I don’t know what you’re supposed to do with a girlfriend. It’s like, I know how to fuck you and then I know how to chill out on the couch and make fun of stupid movies with you, but I’ve never done both at the same time. I’ve never been somebody’s boyfriend, and I don’t want to fuck it up.”

  “Well, you’re doing great so far,” she says, laughing.

  “I’ll get in lots of practice and I’ll be really good at it. We don’t have jobs anymore, so we can do whatever we want, and what I want to do is be your boyfriend.”

  “We don’t have jobs anymore?” she asks with confusion. “I told Peter to fuck off, but since when do you not have a job anymore, Dirk Diggler?”

  “I’m quitting. I’m done with it, Lo.”

  She pauses for a moment, and she looks like she doesn’t know what to say. “Are you…do you mean that?”

  “Yeah.” I’m being completely truthful, but I think she’s still a little shocked that I’d quit porn. “I’m all about you, cupcake.”

  “But seriously, James,” she says, looking in my eyes like she’s a human lie detector. “You are seriously, actually, truthfully going to quit your job?”

  “As far as I’m concerned, I already quit,” I say sincerely. “Lola, the idea of even touching anybody besides you makes me cringe right now.”

  Her eyebrows shoot up with surprise and her smile gets wider.

  “I don’t want any other girl, not even just for a scene. The only person I want to be with from now on is you. Just you.”

  “Wow,” she sighs. “That’s heavy, dude. That’s the real deal.”

  “I love you, Lo, and that’s the real deal,” I say, giving her a quick kiss.