Captivated

by Scarlett Avery

  “Fair enough, what’s the question you’re burning to ask me?”

  “Okay, promise you won’t laugh,” she says with a lustful undertone.

  “I won’t.”

  “Why do guys like coming on a woman as opposed to coming inside her? It’s like they’re losing their minds.”

  Gosh, she’s taking this very seriously. She’s over-analyzing something that should be totally natural. “It’s hot, naughty and a huge turn-on. It’s like marking a woman.”

  “Interesting.” Her eyes are locked into mine and the flicker I see tells me she has more questions. “Have you ever come all over a woman?”

  As if my cock wasn’t hard enough. “I have. Most guys who watch porn have tried it… well, my friends have, in any case.”

  “Really?” I guess my honesty startles her because she sits up, folding her legs underneath her butt.

  “Absolutely. I’m sure at some point in history it was taboo to come all over a woman and it might have even been considered disrespectful, but now, not so much. We’re way past puritan sex.”

  “Until you, puritan sex is all I knew… except for the part where I’m only supposed to have sex with my husband.” She laughs. There’s a short silence between us. I could break it, but I much prefer she takes the lead. “What’s your preference? Where do you like to come?” There she goes, folding her bottom lip into her mouth again.

  “Your ass—it’s intoxicating to ride a woman from behind and pull out at the right moment and paint her with my warm milk. Your tummy—it’s my way of saying I own you. Your tits—once I shoot my load all over your tits, I fully claim you. And finally, your hand—I love it when a woman takes it upon herself to pleasure me like that.” I’m so fucking worked up from just answering her question. I can no longer keep my hands from reaching for her tits, squeezing them until she moans.

  “What about coming inside a woman’s mouth? A lot of guys did that in those videos.”

  “Only if she really wants it. Not all women like that and I always respect that.”

  “And what about all over her face?”

  “You’re full of questions. How much time did you spend watching those movies?” I mock.

  “Is that your way of avoid answering?”

  Daring little vixen. “A woman has to beg for me to do that to her. It’s extremely hardcore.”

  “Oh.”

  “As intense as it is to see my release all over a woman’s body, there’s nothing quite like pushing my cock deep inside her and filling her up when I climax.”

  “You’re so raw and so honest.”

  “Is that a problem?”

  “Not at all. I like that about you.”

  I smile, grateful for the compliment but unwilling to back off from what she’s already started. “Is that all you like about me?”

  “No, and you know it.” She’s as flirtatious as a woman who knows she has a guy wrapped around her little finger. Right now, that’s exactly where I’m at.

  “Has a guy ever come all over you? Has he marked you with his milk, screaming out your name while his orgasm shoots to his brain as he releases himself on your body?” I already know the answer, but it’s too much fun teasing her.

  “Never,” she whispers.

  “Did you like it when the guys did it in the movies you watched?”

  She nods. “A lot.”

  Jesus, I’ve grown by at least two inches.

  “Why?”

  “It’s the opposite of my vanilla sex life. And…”

  “And?”

  She lowers her eyes before looking away. “Hm.”

  I place a finger under her chin and force her to look at me again. “You can tell me anything, Miranda.” My voice is laced with raw desire.

  “It made me very… wet.”

  This girl’s inexperience is a fucking dream. There’s not much you can teach the girls I tend to hook up with, they know as much as I do… and sometimes more. Brianna has a penchant for some pretty kinky things and nothing makes her blush. Miranda, on the other hand, is untouched and she’s allowing me to shape her. “It did?”

  “Very much so,” she murmurs. She slides my hand down to her left tit and closes her grip over mine, forcing me to squeeze it. Fuck.

  “Have you ever jerked off a guy?” I grunt.

  “Not well. I’ve tried a few times, but I had no idea what I was doing so it turned out to be a little bit of a disaster. I’ve never been able to touch a guy until he came inside my hand.”

  “We’re easy. You stroke, we come.”

  “Men have always been a little bit of a mystery to me. Hence, that’s where you come in.”

  “In that case, we should make this the lesson of the day.”

  She swallows, suddenly nervous, giving me a side nod as an answer.

  “You’re okay with that?” I press on.

  “What if I screw up?”

  “With the right coaching you can master this in no time.”

  “You think so?”

  “Uh-huh. I want you to touch me and make me come all over your hand… and I’ll return the favor, Miranda.”

  “The way you say that…”

  “Am I getting you all worked up?” My voice is hoarse and husky.

  “You are.”

  “It’s ungentlemanly for me to leave you this way. We definitely have to do something about that, don’t you agree?”

  She flashes me a wide smile in agreement. “It would be a crying shame if we didn’t.” I slide my hand behind her neck and bring her mouth against mine. Ever so slightly, my mouth teases hers, coaxing her to respond. I trace her lips with my tongue, nibble on her bottom one and when she finally opens for me, I sweep inside. I’m gentle at first, but I grow more and more demanding. Eventually, I take full possession without mercy. She scoots her little body closer to mine and I deepen my kiss. I reach inside her t-shirt and under her lacy bra until I find her nipple and I squeeze, hard. When she gasps, I ravish her mouth even more while my fingers flick her hard peak. She’s trembling under my touch, digging her hands into my shoulders so tightly it’s as if she’s afraid to fall backwards. As if I wouldn’t catch her. I pull her away from me just enough to lose myself in her gaze. We both stare at each other, unable to speak with our chests rising and falling, but she breaks the silence. “God.” She’s breathing harder than I am, her hands gripping my forearms like an anchor, but she continues. “Your kisses are addicting.”

  “They’re simply responding to yours. I think your lips like mine. A lot,” I tease.

  “You can say that again.”

  We both laugh.

  “Your clothing is in the way, sweetie. I need to feel your skin under my hands.” I tug at her t-shirt. She playfully pushes my hands aside and removes her top before freeing her long, insanely hedonistic hair from the elastic that has been holding it up and away from my grip for far too long. Jesus. She’s sitting here with this pink bra on that barely holds her huge tits. The fabric is sheer enough to allow her nipples to poke through. “You’re going to have to remove your jeans if you want me to touch you.” I reach out and unzip her. She lies on her back and kicks off her Chucks before yanking her hips up in the air, allowing me to slide her jeans right off her curvaceous body. “What you’re wearing is so freaking hot,” I gasp, brushing my eyes along the length of her body. She’s doing a great job at fueling my carnal appetite. “Even in this low light it’s impossible not to notice how outrageously provocative your panties and bra are.”

  “You like them?”

  “Damn right I do.”

  She giggles. “Aren’t you getting undressed?”

  “Only when you slip out of that saucy duo.” I wave my finger at her dreamy lingerie.

  “So it’s tit for tat?”

  “When it comes to your tits and pussy, yes. Remember, while I’m still in LA, they’re all mine and right now I want my eyes on them.” I slip my fingers under the waist of her panties, finding her wetness. “So if you wan
t more of this, you know what to do.” I add daringly while teasing her clit.

  She stops breathing for fraction of a second. “Oh, I don’t need any further convincing. Do you want to do the honors?”

  “Nah, I want to watch you.” I move away from her.

  She lifts her left eyebrow, puckers her lips and rolls onto her stomach. She gets on all fours, slides her ass back, sits on her knees again, wraps her arms behind her back and unfastens her bra, freeing her amazing God-given tits. They bounce heavily before settling against her chest. Jesus Christ. Is she trying to kill me? She brings both hands to her tits, gropes them and when she squeezes her nipples, I swear I’m going to shoot my load in my jeans. For someone who’s never done anything like this before, she sure is getting into it.

  She glides her hands down the length of her body until she reaches her panties. She grips the elastic resting on each side of her hips with her thumbs, her index fingers and her middle fingers and pushes down her delicate underwear to her knees, exposing a fully shaved pussy, before wiggling completely out of them.

  Mother of God. I’ve seen plenty of women naked before, but the way she stares at me from under her lashes make my cock twitch uncomfortably.

  “I’m naked. Now it’s your turn,” she challenges.

  Fuck, yeah. I quickly pull my t-shirt over my head, kick off my motorcycle boots, get rid of my socks and remove my jeans. I only keep my boxer briefs on. There’s no point in revealing too much just yet. I’m a big guy and I don’t want to scare her.

  Her eyes travel straight up to my left arm. She blinks a few times before speaking. “Wow. I never pegged you as a guy who’d sport a tattoo. That’s absolutely magnificent.” She scoots closer to me, grabs my wrist in her hand and twists my arm. “The name.” Her frown forms the question her lips aren’t. “Is that who I think it is?” Her finger traces every letter etched inside my arm, sending chills down my back.

  I’m amazed she remembers. “Yeah, it’s not just a tattoo. When my grandmother died a few months ago, Collin saw how broken I was. I just couldn’t get over losing her. One night, after spending yet another evening at his place where I got drunk and emotional, he suggested I make her memory a permanent part of who I am.”

  My colorful tattoo extends from my left wrist all the way up to my shoulder. The artist only did one part of me. Since the heart is located slightly on the left side of the body, that’s where I wanted to be inked. He inscribed my grandmother’s name inside my left forearm so that every time I look down she’ll be looking back up at me.

  “It’s so intricate. The red roses are so well done.”

  “The artist’s a pro—one of the best in California and in the country. Collin and Shane have been going there for years, so it was a natural choice for me.”

  “Did it hurt?”

  Like hell. “It wasn’t the most comfortable experience, but I’m glad I did it. Beatrix Rose will be with me forever.”

  “There are so many intriguing facets to you. You’re a tech genius, but you’re also a cowboy and successful rancher. You’re funny but you’re also insanely passionate. You’re tough, strong, demanding, dominant and yet there’s this incredibly tender and caring side to you. I love how you’re not afraid to express your love for your grandmother.”

  I don’t think anyone has ever described me so well. “You’re reading me like a book. Should I be worried?”

  Her eyes move down below my waist and her demeanor changes dramatically. “Not at all. There’s a lot more I haven’t discovered about you yet.” We’re definitely no longer talking about my tattoos. “Are you keeping these on?” she asks, reaching out, sliding her finger at my waist and snapping the elastic of my underwear against my skin.

  Back to the regular program, folks. “I was hoping you’d help me with these.” I place my hands over hers and together we slide my boxers down my hips to my knees. My cock springs free, pointing straight between us, and from the shocked look on her face and her gaping mouth, I can tell she wasn’t ready for me. Women rarely are. I don’t say a thing. Her eyes are glued to my dick in disbelief and I let her take me in. I’m sure I’m nothing like the boys she’s been with before. “Everything okay?” I ask after a few long seconds.

  She blinks up at me. “Jesus, Hunter. You’re… I mean… Wow… I’ve never seen anything this…”

  “Huge?”

  “You took the word right out of my mouth.”

  “It’ll only get bigger when you stroke it.” I fist my cock.

  “How much bigger does it get?”

  “A lot bigger.”

  “How in the world does it fit…” She draws her eyebrows together, incredulously pointing at her pussy. I know exactly what she’s thinking. It’s the same question most women ask when I drop my pants.

  “Don’t worry. When the time comes, it’ll fit. But you don’t have to worry your pretty little head about it today. You can easily take me with both hands.”

  “I hope you’re right.”

  “Trust me. I am. Listen, sweetie, this is about you, first. If you’re not entirely comfortable with anything we do, tell me and it all stops. Automatically. No questions asked. Do you understand?” She nods timidly. “Good. Now touch me,” I growl under my breath, too aware of what’s about to happen between us. I’ve been hard for the better part of the evening, but now it’s so intense my pulse hammers along my dick as a reminder that I need to come. Soon. I get closer to her so she’s only at arm’s length. “Wrap your hand around me and stroke,” I order.

  “I can’t do this alone, Hunter. I need your help,” she pleads, running both hands up and down my thighs. The contact only increases the blood flow to my dick, intensifying my arousal.

  I take her small hand into mine and I bring it to my cock before wrapping it tightly around the base. I grunt instantly, feeling her warmth. This is going to be mind-blowing. I start stroking both our hands, sliding them up and down in fluid motions, keeping my eyes locked into hers the whole time. When she closes her eyes and tilts her head backwards, letting out a sensual moan that fills the silence of the SUV, I jerk in her hand. I doubt I’ll be able to hold out for much longer. “Fuck,” I groan long and deep.

  She looks up at me and I immediately read the flash of worry in her eyes. “Am I doing it right?”

  “Shh, yes you are. You’re doing it perfectly.”

  “I mean, do I need to go faster or slower? You’re going to guide me until I take you to the end, aren’t you?”

  I lean down to kiss her to put an end to her doubts. “Do you hear me complaining?” I mock.

  “I guess not.” She giggles. “You’re not just saying that?”

  “There are certain things you can’t fake. If I wasn’t loving every minute of this, I wouldn’t nearly be this hard.”

  “It’s just that I want to pleasure you, Hunter.” The plea in her voice is intoxicating. Holy Christ. That’s probably the hottest thing a woman has said to me. It trumps, Fuck my ass, ten times over because there’s something so pure yet so raunchy about this moment. I doubt I can replicate it with anybody else on the planet.

  “You’re overthinking this, sweetie. You need to put your focus on my dick instead,” I sneer.

  She laughs. “Okay, I just want to make sure I’m a good student.”

  “I promise to give you an A-plus when I come in your hand.”

  “Are you trying to boost my confidence?”

  “Anything to keep your hand moving up and down my dick like it is right now.” I grin.

  “Your cock is so amazing.”

  “Is it?”

  She nods. “It’s long, strong and your girth… wow.”

  “I love your hand around my cock.”

  “Can I squeeze harder?”

  “Don’t be afraid. I promise I can take it. Harder is always better.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “That’s unlikely to happen. You want me to do it with you?”

  “Can I try on my
own?”

  “You don’t ever have to ask me that question.” I let go of her hand and let her jerk me off. Her rhythm is slow and tentative at first, but she quickly speeds up. She motions up and down my hard cock faster and faster, scooping up my moisture to accentuate her fluid movement. “Jesus.” She’s squeezing my cock harder and harder with her eyes locked into mine, as if waiting for me to beg her to loosen her grip. That’s just never going to happen. “Holy fuck, Miranda. You’re acing this.” Her hand is moving ever faster now. “That’s it, baby, keep stroking. I’m close.”

  When she sees the look of ecstasy on my face she moans—a low, sultry, excited sound—and an electric zing shoots to my cock like a rocket.

  I bring my free hand up and lift the weight of her breast before pushing it higher against her torso and squeezing greedily. She truly is magnificent. “Shit,” she hisses. I squeeze my fingers, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her tits will be the end of me. I’m so turned on. She catches me off guard when she slides her free hand down and cups my dangling balls. Fuck. She feels them in her hand before closing and squeezing. “You balls are so heavy. I wonder if they’d fit in my mouth?” She did not just ask me that question right as I’m about to explode. “Can I try one day?”

  Anything you want. “Uh-huh.” I’m too consumed to say much more. She holds my gaze. I’m sure she must be fascinated by my come face. I’m so there. I grit my teeth as the familiar buildup mounts. “Faster, baby.”

  “Like this?”

  “Squeeze my tip a little more,” I order.

  “God, Hunter,” she pants. She’s so out of breath and I’m the one being jerked off. My heart is pounding in my chest and my balls start tightening. Shit. I’m so fucking dizzy I can barely see her anymore. I lift one hand and clamp it against the ceiling of the SUV to steady myself as my legs start to tremble. The blood is traveling at warp speed from every other part of my body straight to my dick. “I feel your cock pulsating in my hand,” she says. She sounds so stunned. She strokes a few more times and suddenly my heart feels like it stops for a beat. Yes. My cock throbs under her touch as my orgasm comes barreling through me.

  “Oh, shit, shit, shit,” I growl as my inevitable release hits me hard. Although it seems I’ve lost function of half my brain, I still have enough sense left to know that I can’t shout or else we’ll get caught. I lean in and sink my teeth into her shoulder, biting down to muffle my primitive cry. Miranda’s hand keeps traveling the length of me, milking everything I’ve got, while the other one still cups my balls. I come gushing all over her hand and her silky stomach. Jesus fucking Christ.