Arrested by Love

by Virna DePaul

  “Oh, I’m not out. To the contrary, I’m very much in. And soon I’ll be inside you, with the film to prove it. Does that excite you, Claire?”

  Her gaze automatically flickered to the video camera.

  Ty grinned wickedly. “I didn’t get the impression you wanted others watching us when we fucked, but I think you like the idea of being videotaped when I get inside you, don’t you, Claire?” he whispered, the sound like a velvet-covered glove caressing every erogenous zone of her body.

  She shuddered as she imagined him doing all kinds of things to her while the tape rolled. It would capture her every movement. Every bit of detail as he thrust into her or sucked her between her thighs. It would capture her giving him head, once again getting his mouthwatering length inside of her mouth and driving him wild until she swallowed his seed down her throat.

  Warm fingers cupped her pussy through her slacks, making her eyes round and her body jerk up to her tiptoes before she even realized what was happening. “Ty!” she gasped. His eyes blazed into hers for one searing second before she cried out and buried her face in the crook between his neck and shoulder. Her effort to hide from him backfired as the darkness forced her to concentrate on his touch and the flames it spread across her skin.

  “That’s right. Ty,” he crooned in her ear as he massaged her in a slow circular motion that made her want to bite her lip to stop herself from screaming with pleasure. “I’m the one doing this to you, not some imaginary, faceless man you picked up at a bar then kicked out the door. Shit, the look on your face just now as you imagined … What were you imagining anyway? What was I doing to you to put that look of pure pleasure on your face?”

  When she remained silent, he pressed harder against her, rooting for her clit through the fabric of her pants and pinching it between his fingers. She wailed softly and threw her arms around him as she arched her body up, instinctively seeking more. Seeking release.

  She hadn’t had an orgasm since before she’d gone on that date with Ty. She’d tried. She’d done everything she could think of to get herself off, but it was as if her body was rebelling against her, refusing to peak for anyone’s touch but Ty’s now that she’d experienced it.

  “Tell me,” he said. Slowly, he unbuttoned her slacks and rubbed at the baby soft skin he uncovered, just above her underwear. “God, you’re so soft. So sweet.”

  Entranced, she pulled back to see his hand dip inside the front of her pants. Against her pale skin, his fingers were long and tan and masculine. The sight was hypnotizing, and she held her breath as his fingertips inched down to ruffle her pubic hair. He didn’t go any farther, however, and she knew he was waiting for her answer.

  “I—I was thinking of lots of things,” she forced out, her gaze trained on those fingers and unable to resist the temptation of his touch on the most vulnerable, intimate part of her. “But mostly I was thinking of sucking you off again.”

  As if to reward her for her confession, he speared one finger lower and slicked it against her wet cleft, then circled the digit around her clit. She closed her eyes and gasped. “Yes. Please. More. I want more.”

  “You liked sucking my dick?” he murmured.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Good. That’s good. ’Cause I loved it. I want you to do it again. But first …”

  A second finger joined the first, mimicking the prior movement. Then, with no warning, he curled his wrist and instantly plunged his two thick fingers inside her.

  Her knees wobbled. “Oh. God.”

  “That feel good?”

  “Too good. We shouldn’t be … This isn’t right …” Her eyes fluttered and shut even as she tried to fight herself and him, certain that once this was over, he’d remember what they’d done and think poorly of her. She didn’t want to face that. She could face the recriminations of others, but somehow, to know Ty thought badly of her—she couldn’t bear it.

  “If this is what it takes to get you to admit what you need from me, I can’t think of anything more right.” He slowly withdrew his fingers from her, and she clenched her muscles in an effort to keep him inside her. He plunged them back into her, hard. Repeated the thrust and retreat several times until the pressure built inside her and she was straining for release. Yes, yes. Just a little harder. It was right there. So close …

  “No. Not yet,” he said before slipping away from her, this time all the way.

  Her eyes shot open in disbelief. “Yes. Now. I want it,” she gasped.

  But he didn’t relent. Instead, he raised his fingers and painted her lips with the slickness and scent of her own arousal. “I’m going to give you exactly what you need, Claire. Right here. Right now. I’m going to fuck you hard while you think about the fact that everyone outside this room knows exactly what we’re doing and that maybe I’m going to let them watch that tape to make sure I did you nice and good. And you’re going to get off on that, aren’t you? You’re going to come hard like the bad little girl you are.”

  She’d listened to his words as if in a daze. Up until he’d called her a bad girl. The same way Derek had just before he’d hurt her. Even though she knew Ty would never do that, it somehow jolted her out of her fantasy and straight back into reality. She pulled away from him and shook her head. Reaching down, she struggled to zip up her pants. “No,” she protested. “I’m not bad. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m a good person and—”

  Ty grabbed her wrists and pushed until she was up against a wall. He pulled her hands over her head and pinned her wrists there. “I’m not letting you back out of this,” he said, his voice grim. “You said you wanted me, and now you’re going to have me, Claire. You’re going to take every thick inch of me inside of you, and you’re going to love it, you understand? You know how crammed full of me your mouth was? Your pussy is going to feel even more stuffed. You’re going to think I won’t fit, but I will. It’ll be tight, but once I’m in there, I’m going to be there for a long time.”

  She looked at him, stunned silent with shock. His face was set into grim lines, making him look like a stranger. A stranger who would force himself inside her without another thought. A stranger who would hurt her.

  But she knew that couldn’t be right. Ty wouldn’t force her no matter what he said. Would he?

  Uncertainty and fear flashed through her, and for once it didn’t turn her on. But then she saw the way he was studying her. Saw the way he held his groin carefully away from her instead of grinding it against her to emphasize his dominance and control.

  He was doing it deliberately, she realized. Acting the he-man to turn her on. To force her to understand he would give her everything and anything she needed so she’d accept the pleasure he could give her. He was playing a sex game because it was what he thought she wanted. And sure enough, he was right.

  The question was, was she going to go with it, or was she going to back off?

  As if reading her mind, his features softened, and he was once again the Ty she knew. “This is it, Claire. This is your chance to be both good girl and bad, and know that I want both of them equally. So what’s it going to be?”

  She wanted to take a leap of faith. To believe that he saw everything she was and wasn’t turned off by it. Her gaze lowered, and she saw the heavy swell of him beneath his pants. No, he wasn’t turned off.

  “What was it you said at the end there?” she said, voice trembling.

  He narrowed his eyes. “I said you’re going to take very inch of me and love it. Now, answer me. You going to take what I have to give you?”

  She gathered her courage. Licked her lips. Then said the words that were fighting to escape her lips and had been ever since she’d first met him.

  With a sigh, she gave in. She raised her chin and, not looking away from him, said, “Make me.”

  Ty took Claire’s words for exactly what they were—both a surrender and a challenge. Briefly, he closed his eyes, thankful that the risk he’d taken had worked. The last thing he’d
wanted was to truly scare her, but he’d been frantic when she’d retreated again. He’d known that if she didn’t face him and her own desires now, when the situation was weird enough to throw her off and allow her to excuse her behavior, she might never do so. For that reason, he’d been willing to push her.

  Her response proved she was the strong woman he knew her to be, and he wasn’t about to let her change her mind again by dawdling.

  Growling low in his throat, he swept her up in his arms, and said, “I’ll make you scream with pleasure. That I promise you.”

  She sucked in a breath and looked ready to swoon. Imagining her as a helpless maiden and him as a plundering pirate nearly made him smile, but smiling was beyond him at the moment. He was caught in the web of his desire for her, and he had no intention of trying to escape. He was exactly where he wanted to be and so was she.

  Thank God.

  Instead of taking her to the bed, he led her to the lone, straight-backed chair in the corner of the room. Swiftly, he lowered himself onto the seat, then arranged her legs so she was straddling him, with her breasts brushing against his chest. Dipping his head, he caught her mouth with his and kissed her as if he was starving, she was the last piece of sustenance left on Earth, and someone was threatening to snatch her away at any moment. It took awhile, but eventually he began to calm. He registered the way her tongue and lips responded without a hint of reluctance, and the way she was grinding her core against the painfully hard swell of his cock. He also heard the way she chanted his name in a litany of need, and he was certain she didn’t even realize what she was saying.

  “Ty. Ty. I want you so much. Take me, please. Make me yours. Fuck me.”

  God, she was driving him crazy. Frantically, he struggled to pull her pants down and off her while she strained to do the same to his. He ripped his shirt pulling it over his head. Simultaneously, they kicked off their pants and before he knew it, before he even understood what he was going to do, he gripped her hips, positioned her over him, and pulled her down onto his cock. He only penetrated her about halfway, but it was enough to make her scream in obvious pleasure.

  Immediately, she lifted up, dragging his dick against her clenching muscles until he was almost free. Again, he pulled her down, at the same time thrusting his hips upward so that he plunged more of himself inside her. Again, she screamed. Again, she fought to lift off him.

  “Take all of me,” he gritted out just before he pulled her down again. Aided by the slickness and warmth of her natural lube, he entered her fully, his entire length plunging inside her. Sucking in breaths of air, he forced himself to go completely still, using his grip on her hips to ensure she did the same.

  Claire was trembling, her thighs clasping his sides tightly, her head thrown back like a daisy wilting on its stem. Their breaths commingled, the harsh sounds matching the thundering of his pulse. As if to confirm she was as out of control as he was, he leaned forward, dragged his tongue across her collarbone and throat, then suckled the area where her pulse fluttered uncontrollably. The urge to mark her slammed into him, and he gave in to it, increasing the pressure of his mouth then pulling back to examine the redness he’d caused.

  He shook his head. “Shit, I didn’t even remove your shirt. That won’t work. Take it off.”

  Slowly, she lifted her head and opened her eyes. She looked dazed. Uncomprehending. She tried to wriggle her hips, but he tightened his grip, controlling her movements so she couldn’t ease the ache of need building inside her.

  “Give me your breasts, Claire. Now.”

  She complied, pulling her shirt off before unhooking the front clasp of her bra. He didn’t even give her time to pull the lacy fabric away before he dove in and captured her left nipple with his mouth. Sucking hard, he drew on her again and again before switching to her other breast. To his amazement, as soon as he abandoned the first, she raised her hand and pinched the damp bud herself, making him groan in admiration.

  “You are so fucking hot. You make me want to lose control and just go at you like a wild man.”

  “What’s holding you back?” she breathed.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You’ll hurt me if you hold back.”

  He could tell she meant it, but he wasn’t going to let her goad him into losing control. Now that he was inside her, he would do things right. He would make her feel so damn good, she’d never think of running from him again. He didn’t care how embarrassed her own needs made her—he’d make sure she confessed every single one of them until she had nothing left to hide. Then he’d help her discover a few more needs, ones she wasn’t even aware of.

  Standing, Ty cupped her ass to hold her against him. He backed her up until he could brace her against a wall. His whispered “Hold on tight” was the only warning he gave her. Then he began pistoning his hips steadily, firmly, not moving slowly but not hurrying either. He made sure she felt every inch of his cock going into her and every inch coming out.

  “You’re gorgeous, Claire. Gorgeous and wonderful,” he breathed. “Even better, you are so bad, so bad I can’t believe how lucky I am, because I love how bad you are. To know that side of you, to know I’m the lucky bastard who gets to see it and experience it, makes me so hard I fucking ache.”

  He emphasized the last word with a particularly hard thrust that made her cry out. Without withdrawing, he ground himself in tight circles against her, manipulating her clit so that the sparks of sensation caused her to bite her lip. With a groan, he began to thrust again, picking up the same steady pace he’d used earlier.

  “But you know what? Even when I didn’t know for sure how bad you were, even when I knew just one side of you, I’ve been hurting for another taste of you. I’ve lain awake at night, remembering your taste and touch and smell, and I couldn’t stand it. I’ve touched myself, fisted my cock and jacked off to your memory, night after night. That’s what you do to me.”

  His words poured out of him, revealing all he was to her. Revealing his very soul. He could tell she liked what he was saying by the way she mewled and tried to climb higher on top of him, so he kept going.

  “When I pleasured myself, I imagined taking you every way I could, standing up and sitting down and bent over, with your lush ass wiggling in invitation. I’m going to take you that way soon. I’m going to take you in so many different ways. But first, you’ll go down on me again, Claire. You’ll swallow my cum and take the edge off my desire, and then, when we’re out of here, when we have the time and a nice big bed with clean sheets, I’m going to plant myself between your thighs, bury my face in your pussy, and feast on you for hours, forcing you to have one orgasm after another. And I won’t stop. No matter how much you beg. No matter how hard you cry. Because you have no idea the kind of pleasure I can draw from you.”

  Right there. That’s when she exploded. Her head thumped back against the wall and she screamed so loud and so long that he knew she’d be embarrassed if she ever realized it. Given that blissful sound, which was accompanied by the desperate clench of her muscles around him, he couldn’t hold back any longer either.

  He felt his sperm build up in his balls and then shoot out in hard pulses inside her. The pleasure was incredible. It blinded him to all else, made him deaf and dumb to everything but her and the unbelievable sensations coursing through his body.

  Eventually, however, as he lowered them both to the floor and collapsed against her, he became aware of two things: one, he hadn’t used a condom; and two, he’d screamed his pleasure even louder than she had.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  As Claire struggled to catch her breath and blink back the hot sting of moisture in her eyes, she kept her arms loosely around Ty’s neck. She’d never felt such a connection with a lover before and the fact that Ty had felt it too was unmistakable. His own chest heaved as he gulped in air, and his shouts of pleasure still rang in her ears.

  She’d thought living without him had been tough before—how was she going to survi
ve without him—without this—now?

  He pressed his lips against her temple in a prolonged kiss then pulled back to stare at her. “Claire—”

  Several loud thumps on the door made her jump.

  “Hey, Ty,” a deep voice called. “How about letting a brother enjoy some of what you’ve got in there.” A cacophony of male hoots followed the crude request.

  She closed her eyes, mortification rushing down on her. Oh God. How had she let this happen? Everyone outside knew exactly what they’d been doing. And if anything, that knowledge had stirred them up. How was Ty going to get her out of here without—

  “It’s Luke,” he said, pulling back slightly.

  Her eyes flew open. “Luke?” she whispered.

  “I need to let him in.” His gaze was steady. Assessing. No longer filled with uncontrollable passion, but tempered hunger. Glancing down, she saw his cock was half-erect but growing as she watched. Nonetheless, when she looked up at him again, his expression had gone blank.

  Slowly, she lowered her arms and hugged her knees to her chest, feeling exposed and cold. She rocked herself for a few seconds, then said, “I’ll get dressed.” She shifted to move around him but he placed a hand on her shoulder and shook his head.

  “Don’t bother.”

  Shock made her eyes round. She pulled her knees up again. “What?”

  His gaze didn’t waver. “What’s happened here—not with us, but with the gang—it’s all been for show, Claire. Jed bringing you to me doesn’t make sense. No matter how nosy you were being, he’s not that sadistic. Which tells me he was trying to prove something. If not to me, then to the others. The fact that I took him up on his offer helped allay any suspicions about me, too. Now …” He glanced at the door. Muffled male voices could be heard on the other side.

  “Now what?” she snapped. “You want me to screw Luke in order to do the same for him?” Was that how he saw her? Did he think she was that sexually perverted that she wouldn’t give a second thought to screwing his partner, even if it was only to keep their cover going?