Captivated

by Scarlett Avery

  “You’ll like it. It’s not too warm and it’s not too cold.”

  “Really?”

  I nod. “Sweetie, I’m not getting any younger dipping in the water all by myself. Are you getting in or not?”

  She ponders on my question for a fraction of a second before answering. “I’m coming in.” The fake confidence in her voice is unmistakable.

  I reach my hands out to her and she approaches with a slight hesitation. I lift her up into my arms and I gently drop her in the water. She squeals the whole way in. Her feet move at a ridiculous velocity and it’s as if she hasn’t registered yet that I’m holding onto her and I have no intention of letting go. “You’re going to tire yourself for no good reason. I’m not going to let you sink.”

  She bounces her eyes from mine to the water. She’s still not sure about this. She blinks a few times with a tight smile. “Okay, I trust you.” She finally exhales and slides her hands behind my neck, holding on tight. With those words her tense body relaxes. Hoping to lighten the mood and make her feel more comfortable, I move my hands so that I can tickle under her arms. “Don’t do that.” She laughs.

  “This is supposed to be fun. You’re way too uptight.” I tickle her again. She squirms and pulls at my arms. Hysterical giggles spill out of her.

  “It’s only fun for tall people who can touch the bottom without the risk of drowning. If you put me down on my feet, the water will be way past my head.” She gasps when I walk towards the middle of the lagoon. “Okay, enough fun for one day, Hunter.” Her tits rub up against me as she fights. When I lower my eyes, I notice the fabric has shifted enough to allow her rosy nipples to show. Oh, shit. Miranda is it still oblivious to the effect she has on me and to the fact this is turning into a R-rated swim real fast. The more she wiggles, the harder I become. I’ve grown quite aware of my erection and of the fact we’re out in the open. My pulse is thumping against my throat, which surprises me because it feels like all the blood in my body is traveling straight to my dick. I’m still trying to figure out my next move when the sudden catch in her breath clearly indicates she feels the bulge of my cock against her body. “Oh, God.” Her eyes drop between us and her left hand comes down to her chest. She’s frantically pulling up the bustier of her bathing suit. Once she’s decent again, she reclines her head on my shoulder and whispers, “You’re hard.” There’s a combination of admiration and longing in that statement.

  “You already know the answer to that.” There’s no mistaking what’s going on here.

  “Should we get out of the water?” Her voice is low and as sugary as honey.

  “Do you want to?”

  “Not particularly, but I’m not the one with a raging monster erection.”

  “I doubt getting out and letting everybody know how worked up I am around you is going to help.”

  “Then…” She suggestively bites her lower lip. “What should we do about it?” She slams her body against mine, dragging a groan from my chest. And making it even harder for me to breathe.

  I don’t answer her immediately. I walk back towards the edge without ever leaving her gaze. “I’m going to turn you around and you’re going to hold onto the ledge.” She draws her brows together, unclear of my intentions. “I brought you here so it could be just the two of us for a few minutes. I didn’t expect to get aroused this quickly. I think we can turn this into a lesson.”

  “What? Out here in the open? Anybody and everybody can see us.”

  “Why not?” Two words, but a mighty challenge.

  “My God, Hunter. This sounds way too outrageous for me.”

  “You don’t even know what I have in mind yet.”

  “I know this arrangement is only a week old, but in that time, you’ve shown me you can be pretty twisted.”

  “You don’t know the half of it, sweetheart. Do you want to give into fear or do you want succumb to pleasure?”

  She thinks for a second and declares, “Take me there.” My cock twitches at those sweet words.

  “Hold on tight,” I whisper in her ear once we’ve reached the ledge. “Now turn around,” I order. She obeys without protesting this time. I let my hands travel down to her hips, enjoying every single one of her decadent curves before pressing her against me.

  She moans low in her throat. When her ass slams against me, her breath comes faster and shallower. “Oh, Jesus. You’re so hard.”

  I’m turned on like crazy. “Christ, your ass is an insane cushion.” I lower my head until my lips find the skin where her neck slopes into her shoulder. Even out here, I can still smell her floral perfume. I lean in closer and I kiss her, once, twice, three times, my tongue snaking out to taste the fresh water from her skin. Miranda inhales and tilts her head to the side, inviting my sensual exploration. I lick and kiss up her neck until I reach the soft indentation beneath her ear. “I don’t think it’d take much for me to fuck your ass right now. I could push the bottom part of your swimsuit to the side and slide in easily,” I whisper before pulling her earlobe into my mouth. I suck at her until she pants helplessly in my arms.

  “Oh, my God, Hunter, what are doing to me?” With one hand she reaches back and grasps the material of my swimming trunks and uses it as leverage to fuse our bodies together.

  I let out a harsh breath at the suddenness of her movement. “I’m giving you what you want. What you need, sweetie.” One arm slides under her top until I find her nipples while the other holds her, low across her supple tummy.

  “You still haven’t told me what the lesson of the day is,” she whispers, turning her head to the side doing her best to catch my gaze.

  “Shh, you’ll find out soon.” I squeeze her nipple hard, drawing from her a sharp gasp.

  “Argh,” she hisses with pleasure. “Hunter, I want more. Please.” She grips my hips and brings me firmly against her again.

  “Fuck.”

  I’ve been holding back, unsure how far I should push her and fully aware I’m asking a lot of her, but the way she’s taunting me, I can’t resist any longer. I give in. Thrusting forward as she pulls at me, I press the hard length of my dick against the crevice of her soft ass. I cup her tit and suck her lobe before plunging my tongue in her ear.

  “Ah.” She exhales a soft, plaintive exhalation and turns her face to mine.

  When I accepted this arrangement, mentally I made the decision to wait it out before fucking her pussy with my cock, but everything about her is slowly, but surely, fraying my resolve. The way she’s responding to my touch and my kisses is waking up the alpha in me.

  “There’s nothing more thrilling than the idea of potentially being caught,” I say. She gasps surprised. “I want to push you, Miranda. Not too far, but it won’t be anything you’ve done before.”

  For a brief second she considers my offer and when she turns her head to the side and flashes me a wide smile, I know she’ll give me what I want. “Nothing with you ever is.” Without warning, she turns in my arms and wraps her whole body around mine—arms around my neck, legs around my waist. “Push me as far as you’d like as long as you make me come.” Holy fuck.

  With one hand cradling her jaw and the other her ass, I lower my mouth to hers. I ravish her as if what we shared last night at the back of my SUV was only a warm-up.

  Goddammit, she’s delicious.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Miranda

  No pun intended, but this blows every single barrier I’ve ever had way out of the water. This isn’t the first time we’ve made out, but every single time he takes my mouth it’s like fireworks. No one has ever kissed me as assertively or as passionately. There’s still a part of my brain that registers that we’re still outside and anyone who looks hard enough can see us from the upper deck, but for some reason I don’t care. Everything around me disappears and the world narrows down to this little pool of water. Nothing else matters.

  Right now it’s only Hunter and I embracing and it’s dizzying as hell. Forcefully, he coaxes my mouth to ope
n wider and I moan as our tongues touch, dance and swirl. He tastes like Jack and Coke. He tastes like a man.

  “God,” I groan, pulling myself tighter around him. I know there’s nowhere else for me to go, but still, it feels like at this close proximity, it’s still not enough. The bulge of his erection presses against my throbbing pussy. I’m unable to take one more second of this sweet torture and I shamelessly rub myself against his cock as he continues to devour my lips.

  “Damn, Miranda,” he growls.

  “This is so fucking good.” I sway my hips with more determination, swinging back and forth, dragging out of him a string of curses, pants and groans. Each sound is like a victory to me and makes me even greedier. I still can’t believe I’m able to elicit this type of heady response from him.

  “You’re going to make me come, sweetie,” he confesses, groping my ass firmer and pulling me even closer. We’ve practically morphed into one person. Jesus. Now he’s grinding against me as hard as I am against him. This man is my undoing.

  “I don’t think I’ll be able to survive the day when you finally fuck me.” Clearly all the blood has rushed from my brain all the way down to my clit. What else would make me say such a thing? When I glance into Hunter’s eyes, there’s no mistaking my wanton declaration startles us both. I open my mouth to take back what I just so boldly confessed, but Hunter sees me coming and he speaks before I do.

  “You won’t have a choice. If you think I’ll be content with fucking you once, you’re dead wrong. I already know when my dick plunges inside your warm pussy, I’ll want to fuck you over and over and over again.” His words are intoxicating not only in their raunchiness, but also because hearing him say he wants me as much as I want him is a potent aphrodisiac.

  Hunter dives right back into kissing me. I surrender to him wholeheartedly. One strong hand tangles in my hair and fists it possessively, the other presses against the small of my back.

  “Jesus.” I rock my hips into his hard cock once, twice, three times, desperate for relief and eager to see him lose it like he did last night. Hunter grins at my cockiness and soon he helps guide my movements with a firm grip on my butt. He brings me closer to him and takes my lips again. The kissing steals my breath away, while the friction of his hard cock against my needy clit is making me lose my freaking mind. This might not be a hot pool, but the blazing fire consuming me leads me to believe otherwise. How else do I explain this ball of energy gathered low in my stomach, a glorious pressure that finds a brief moment of relief each time I rub against him? “Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God,” I wail in his mouth.

  Hunter pulls back from our kiss, but our faces are still touching, his eyes transfixing mine. “Shh, you can’t come screaming your head off, sweetie.”

  “I don’t know if I can be quiet,” I pant.

  “You have to. Unless you want an audience gathering around us.”

  I’m not able to tell if he’s mocking me or not. My brain is already fuzzy from the warmth building between my legs. I open my mouth to tell him how wrong he is, but he precedes me. “Are you a dirty little exhibitionist, Miranda?” I gasp when his hips thrust into mine, hard and punishing. Fuck. Every nerve in my body is switched on and suddenly I’m worried I won’t have the strength to contain my cries of pleasure. A massive wave is moving through me, gathering an irrepressible power. I’m nearly there. I meet Hunter’s gaze, trying to warn him of my pending climax, but I don’t even have the strength to speak. He’s either a mind-reader or there isn’t much I can hide from him anymore. “You’re close, sweetie. Your eyes are glazed, your nostrils are flaring and you can barely breathe.” He chuckles. “I want you to come at the same time I do.” This isn’t a suggestion. I know better by now. Hunter thrusts against me and he grinds hard. His movements are confined by the fact that he’s holding me so impossibly close and maybe, just maybe, I’m not the only one who doesn’t want to get caught. “Oh, shit. I’m coming,” he whispers, staring straight at me, reading every single one of my expressions as I unravel.

  Mother of God. I hold my breath, afraid I’ll scream if I don’t. Christ. Hunter presses against me harder, faster, more determined, hitting me at the right spot and detonating a gush of blood that jostles my clit. I close my eyes, still fooling myself that I have any control over the inevitable. “Hunter, I’m—” There’s no way out for me.

  His mouth comes down on me, hungry. His tongue penetrates, seeking mine, and I go off. I moan into our kiss as sweet climactic ripples rip through me in circles of unadulterated bliss. I can’t stop moving against him. I’m insatiable. I’m in dire need for the feeling to go on forever. If I feel like this now, I’ll unravel completely when he finally fucks me.

  “Jesus Christ, Miranda.” Hunter groans low, and the sound captures my attention. His hands clamp down on me as his body jerks against me. He growls his release into our fiery kiss. This is so fucking hot I could combust.

  I pop open my eyes and glance at his handsome face, frozen in the most incredibly wanton expression. Observing him like this in broad daylight is vastly different from what I witnessed last night through the dim lights peering through the tinted windows of his SUV.

  I lock my ankles more tightly around him and press against him. “I want more,” I whimper, taking charge of the kiss this time. I hate the barrier our swimwear forms, separating our bodies and preventing us from experiencing even more intense ecstasy.

  He gently pushes me away and strokes my wet hair from my face. “I do too, sweetie,” he pants. “But not here. Not in someone else’s bed. Not at the risk of someone walking in on us.”

  “Oh.”

  “Yeah. Don’t sound so disappointed. Rushing would cheapen the experience. I don’t want that for you.”

  He’s so protective. I expected rowdy sex, lewd and unspeakable acts of passion, heart-stopping orgasms and toe-curling hedonistic elation, but I never expected to feel this safe in his arms. As petrified as I am of these new feelings burgeoning inside me, I don’t want to stop what we’ve started. This is better than any of my wildest dreams. After only one week, I can no longer imagine what life would’ve been like without bumping into Hunter Evans.

  I kiss his forehead. “You’re the absolute best lover,” I whisper simply. “That was too good to be legal.” I chuckle.

  “You didn’t shy away.”

  I grin. “I couldn’t. You had me under your spell. Do you think anyone noticed us frolicking out here?”

  “I doubt it,” he says, looking up above his head. “See? No audience. I’m sure many people are up there having their own little private naughty parties while the others are too drunk to care about what’s going on around them.” He gives me a quick kiss to appease me. “I think we’re okay.”

  I scoff. “I hope you’re right.”

  “I’m sure I am, but we’ll know for sure soon enough.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I’m starving again,” he laughs. “If no one looks at us funny when we walk back into the house, then we’ll have confirmation that this was indeed a private lesson between the two of us,” he mocks, slapping my bum for good measure.

  “Funny.” I roll my eyes at him.

  “Let’s get out of the water and let’s go take a shower. I need to get out of these shorts.”

  “We’re going to walk in the house looking guilty as sin and just casually go to take a shower?” I ask, horrified.

  He cocks an eyebrow at me, the hint of a crooked smile on his lips. “We don’t want to be that obvious. Collin and Shane have an exterior shower. We’ll wash up there and then we can go back upstairs to change.” He leans forward and drops a peck on my cheek. It’s a quick brush of his lips on my skin, but the contact sends my heart fluttering. “Come on, I want to get back inside before the guests devour all of the delicious-looking cookies you brought.”

  “It’s okay if they do.”

  His eyebrows rise in shock. “Over my dead body it is.” He’s so adorable. He looks so indignant right n
ow. As if I wouldn’t take care of him. “I’ve been dying to sink my teeth into one of those sinful morsels since you shared that tempting description on our way to the pier. No way in hell I’m allowing those bastards to eat them all.”

  I giggle. “I prepared an extra batch of each one of the assortments just for you.” I look away momentarily to prevent him from reading me like a book. “I left them in a small cooler I have hidden in one of the bags I brought with me.”

  “That’s so incredibly sweet of you and quite unexpected. Am I to assume you see me as more than just your sex coach?” he teases.

  I shrug to avoid compromising myself any further. You’re so much more.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Hunter

  The day in Santa Catalina was amazing. Collin and Shane are masters at throwing unforgettable parties. Their Hollywood status guarantees that some of the hottest women in Hollywood will be present. Yesterday lived up to those expectations. Sure, I could’ve had an okay hookup with a wannabe actress, an up-and-coming model or a rising singing sensation whose name I would forget before we set foot back in LA, but it would pale in comparison to having Miranda as my date.

  After hitting a home run with her insanely delicious potato salad, people were nearly fighting each other over her cookies. Lucky for me, Shane decided to allow Miranda to do the honors. The minute she pulled those sugary delights from her bags, they were gone in the blink of an eye. Even though she prepared a batch of treats for me, I was still shoving and pushing my way to the table to get a bite. Shane didn’t even have time to prepare coffee. They were that good.

  The drive from the Santa Monica Pier to Miranda’s house could’ve been quite awkward and laced with unspoken lust had it not been for the fact that I had to play chauffeur to Collin, Shane and a few other guests who were too out of it to even remember their names, let alone where they lived. Since Miranda had to wake up before the roosters, I took her home first. Like always, her neighbor prevented us from giving in freely to our passion. I’ve never dropped off a woman I like at her place after the type of heated day Miranda and I shared without kissing the heck out of her and pressing myself against her until I hear her moan in my mouth. But it’s just not possible with Miranda. Although it was late by the time we made it back, there was no guarantee Mrs. Silverstein was tucked in her bed. Who knows? She could be a night owl. When it comes to nosy neighbors, it’s best to play it safe.