Captivated

by Scarlett Avery

  “Your secret is my secret.”

  We both laugh at the irony.

  “I’ve never met a man who wears a pair of jeans like you do. You look freaking dangerous in them and even better out of them.”

  I’ve really been trying to be good, but what she just dropped on me is a game-changer. With a lingering glance at my mouth, Miranda takes a few steps back, pulling me towards to the base of a staircase leading to the upper floor. The devilish smile on her face says everything she isn’t willing to.

  “Where are we going?” I ask, doing nothing to stop her from climbing up the stairs. My eyes are glued to her ass and I swear my cock gets harder every time she steps up and wiggles her hips.

  “You said you wanted us to find a quieter place to hang out. I think I have the perfect solution. And don’t you want to see the lingerie I wore just for you?”

  Fuck. I’m done. “Miranda—” I don’t even know why I’m trying to argue my way out of this when I want her this much.

  “Shh. I haven’t seen you all week. I want to spend some time with you away from all these people.” We could leave right now and go back to my place, but I suspect what she has in mind is way kinkier. When we reach the top floor, I let her lead me down a hallway lined with closed doors. It’s so much quieter than it is downstairs. Given what I’ve witnessed so far, I’m surprised no one’s up here. We stop in front of what I think is a random closed door until she sets me straight. “Cynthia gave the ten of us who went for dinner with her and Richard the grand tour when we came back from the restaurant. I figure other couples will choose one of the bedrooms before choosing this office.”

  Holy smokes. She knew she’d get me up here eventually. Whatever she wants, I’ll give it to her. I don’t think I’m capable of denying her anything.

  I grin proudly at her boldness. I’ve created a monster. “You’re such a temptress. This was part of your plan all along. I’m just an easy prey you intended on using for your own pleasure.” And mine.

  “Yup. You didn’t have a chance in hell.” Miranda knocks three times and waits. “Nothing.” She presses her ear to the wood. I return her smile, excited. “We’re in luck.” Yes, we are. She turns the knob, opens the door and drags me behind her. She waltzes to the desk with me in tow, drops the small bag that’s been hanging from her shoulder all night long on the chair and turns on the desk lamp. The light diffuses softly throughout the office, giving just enough brightness for us to still see each other without breaking the seductive mood. I don’t know what she has in mind, but the heavy-looking modern mahogany desk should allow us to explore anything her heart desires. A window near the couch is slightly open, allowing a slight breeze and the rhythm of the music that’s now mellowed down to seep in. I scan the rest of the room. She’s right. This space is perfect.

  “I’m so happy the party hasn’t made its way up here yet. I guess this is ours for the rest of the evening after all.” She winks.

  I turn around, sit on the desk and face her with my cock already throbbing. “Looks like it’s just you and me, sweetie.”

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Miranda

  I know I made all these promises to Jess to focus my attention on Julian, but things didn’t quite unfold that way. I guess when I invited Hunter as my date I sort of mentally cast Julian away.

  Julian arrived at the party about ten minutes after Cynthia was done with the tour and when I first saw him I stopped breathing for a quick second. It was the first time I’ve seen him in a nice shirt and pants. He usually plays the rock star on and off stage with his edgy look.

  It took him a few minutes to recognize me because he’s only seen me in my black nondescript uniform and the few times we all went out for drinks, I dressed down in one of my trademark tomboy outfits. When he finally figured out who I was, he took a step towards me, but Tim, Dan and Paul, all former coworkers from the restaurant, grabbed him and dragged him away to watch Nadine drink body shots off of her sister’s stomach. When the Allen sisters show up at a party, they usually monopolize every guy’s attention. It wasn’t much of a surprise that he chose them over me.

  That said, for the first time, I did notice some interest on Julian’s part. For once, he wasn’t completely oblivious to me. I definitely saw him checking me out throughout the evening, but it’s almost as if he was too shy to approach me, which seems totally out of character for him. Not that it mattered, because the second Hunter walked into the house, I only had eyes for him. I didn’t have time to dwell on the fact that, as usual, my interest in Julian would remain unrequited, not when the hottest guy in the room was here for me.

  When Cynthia first showed us this office, I had already mentally claimed it. I knew a bedroom could lead to more and since Hunter’s dead set on taking me in his own bed, I figured this would be the next best thing. That said, I never imagined I’d have the guts to follow through with this fantasy, but the way Hunter has been eating me up all night is giving me the courage to go after what I want. What I need.

  And here we are. Hunter is looking at me with so much raw lust in his eyes it’s unsettling. “So how do you intend on using me?” he asks, breaking the silence.

  I didn’t see that one coming. I flash him a secretive little smile, mesmerized by his full lips. I could come out and tell him exactly what I have in mind, but I think I’m going to tease him a little longer. “You’ve been a bad, bad teacher,” I declare, approaching him.

  “Have I?”

  “Uh-huh.” I nod.

  “How have I let you down?”

  “You’re drip-feeding these lessons.”

  “I don’t want to rush you,” he retorts without missing a beat.

  “I disagree. I’m starting to think you’re shortchanging me.”

  “I’d never dream of bamboozling you, sweetie.”

  “So am I to assume you like being my teacher?”

  “I do.” He nods. “Very much so.”

  “There’s something I want to learn from you.”

  “What is it?”

  I swallow, suddenly shy, and look up at him. “I want you… I’d like for you to… I really don’t know how to…”

  Shit. I thought I’d be able to ask for what I want, but this is a lot more difficult than I expected. It’s definitely pushing me way out of my comfort zone.

  “Miranda.” He places two fingers under my chin and tilts my head back until our eyes meet. “I think we’re well past being shy with each other. I’ve seen you naked and you’ve seen me naked. We’ve already done all sorts of naughty things to each other. I don’t think there’s anything you can ask me that can shock me.”

  “It was a lot easier when all this was in my head. But now that you’re in front of me… I get so amped up when I’m around you. So turned on.”

  “I don’t see how that’s a problem.” He smiles seductively.

  I giggle nervously. “I guess it’s not. Especially given what I want to ask.” I close my eyes to give me courage and I blurt it out. “I want you to teach me how to please you with my mouth.”

  I carefully open one eye and then the other, expecting the worst. To my relief, he isn’t stunned. On the contrary, he almost seems to be salivating at the idea.

  “That’s it? That’s the big thing you were afraid to ask?”

  “I’ve never been this blatant in my life with a guy. You’re making it out to be nothing, but for me it’s like walking on a wire eight hundred feet above ground.”

  He pushes himself off the desk, steps closer and cups my face in his hands. “I’m teasing you, sweetie. I love your initiative in going after what you want.”

  “Are you saying yes?”

  “You’re ready for this?”

  “Yeah.” I blink away, blushing.

  “You want to give me a blow job?” he asks. “Is that it, sweetie?” His second question comes before I’m able to answer his first. With a quiet laugh, I nod. “You want my big dick down your throat while you whimper all over it, unable to
stop sucking me?” That mouth of his. I nod again. “You want me to fuck your mouth until I shoot my load and watch you lap every last drop?” For the love of God, stop torturing me.

  “Yes,” I respond emphatically. “I want it all, Hunter.” I’m already uncomfortably wet.

  “Oh, baby. You can have as much of my cock as you’d like,” he sneers.

  “I’m sure you’d never refuse.”

  “Only a fool would.”

  I sigh. “I’m just a little terrified of screwing up.” I have to come clean. This isn’t exactly my forte.

  “Don’t be. I’ll be here to guide you all the way to the finish line.” He grins from ear to ear.

  “Something tells me you wouldn’t be opposed to me trying over and over again until I get it right.”

  “You know it. Practice absolutely makes perfect in this case.”

  “You’re lucky I want to ace this.”

  “I love your go-getter attitude. Since you’re initiating this lesson, you have to make the first move.”

  Uh-oh. “What do you mean?” Now I’m worried again.

  “Touch me and make me come. Then it’s your turn.”

  “But you don’t have to do anything to me. I want this to be all about you,” I whisper.

  “We’ve had this discussion before, Miranda. I’ll always take care of you. End of story. The only reason I don’t drop to my knees right now and lick you until you lose your mind all over my face is because I’m dying to feel your warm lips wrapped around my cock.”

  “Oh.”

  “Yeah, sweetie.” I wish I had a better riposte, but I’m way too consumed by the moment to think of anything else to say. After a few long seconds the sides of his lips go up and I brace myself for something raunchy and inappropriate to come out of his mouth. “How much longer do I have to wait until you deliver the goods?” I furrow my eyebrows. What is he talking about? “You lured me up here with the promise that you’d flash me. I’m still waiting. What color underwear are you wearing?”

  I guess this is his cue for me to undress. “I thought I was supposed to take care of you first… since this is my idea and all. There’s no point in removing my clothing until after you come.”

  He cocks his head to the side and flashes me a you’ve-got-to-be-kidding look and I giggle. I swallow hard again, aware that there’s no going back now. I take a few steps back and he does the same until he’s sitting on the desk again. Goddammit, he’s scorching hot. I reach behind me to remove my skirt when I’m suddenly aware of the song playing in the background. Wow. What a coincide. I couldn’t have asked for better than The Pussycat Dolls’ Buttons to pump my veins with courage. I’m definitely no Nicole Scherzinger, but this song is sex in lyrics. I can so do this.

  “Did you make a special request with the DJ before we got up here? How far are you willing to go to seduce me, woman?”

  “How in the world do you know that song?” I ask, surprised.

  “Are you kidding me? Every man with a dick and a pulse must’ve watched those videos five million times. Those women are smoking. I love the whole burlesque thing. Very sexy. I’m just shocked and honored they’d be willing to allow one of their premier dancers to be here with me tonight to give me my own private show.” He winks.

  His unexpected comment cracks me up. “How do you expect me to be sexy if you make me laugh?”

  “You could be wearing an orange plastic bag and you’d still turn me on, Miranda.”

  Wait, what?

  My eyes go wide as I process what he said. “Seriously? You feel that way about me?”

  “Do you really have to ask?”

  “I thought maybe you were saying those things to get me in the mood or something… you know, as my coach.”

  “Not at all. I meant every word I’ve said. I’m very attracted to you and have been since the first day I spilled my coffee all over the table at the restaurant.” The deep sound of his voice makes me immediately wet again. That’s all I need to hear. I ready myself to kick off my heels, but he stops me with his raised hand and his command. “Keep those on.”

  I smile. “You like the shoes?” My voice is far more suggestive than I intended it to be.

  “I’ll like them even more when your feet are hiked up on my shoulders as I tongue-fuck your pussy.” Dear Lord. I turn so my back is facing him, unzip my tight skirt and shimmy out of it by undulating my hips until the fabric pools at my feet. I take my time and don’t rush it, allowing him to fully enjoy the show. He gasps behind me. “Your lacy thong is going to give me a fucking heart attack,” Hunter remarks as I reveal the lingerie I bought especially for tonight. I hum the song’s bridge in my head and wiggle my butt to provoke him even more. “Damn, girl, your ass is dangerous from this vantage point.”

  I crisscross my arms in front of me, pull up my beige top and fling it over my head. I flip my long hair behind my back and turn my head slightly to peek over my shoulder to make sure his eyes are still on me. Are they ever. Hunter is searing me with his lustful gaze. I’ve never elicited this sort of carnal reaction from a man before. I could get used to this. I turn around, bring my hands to my waist and just stand there, swaying my hips to the beat of the music.

  “How do you like me now?” I twirl to allow him to take me in from all angles.

  Hunter shoves his fist into his mouth and bites the side of his hand. “Jesus Christ.” I giggle. When you wear a DD cup with a tight-fitted top your choices are quite limited, but I have to admit this gold-colored half bustier with push-up bra is pretty outrageously sexy. Judging by Hunter’s astonished look, I’d say he agrees as well. “Come here,” he says, wiggling his finger at me. I planned on walking towards him, but when the bridge kicks in again, I drop to my knees and crawl all the way to him. His expression is a mixture of freaked out and turned on. “Fuck,” he hisses. Damn right. When I reach him, I hold on to his strong muscular legs and yank myself up before descending to the floor once again until I can squat in front of him with my legs spread open. “Who the hell are you and what have you done with Miranda?” Oh, yeah. I’m way too into this to engage in conversation. So I simply smile with my trembling lower lip trapped between my teeth. I’m not nervous. I’m so fucking aroused, it’s ridiculous. Christ. “Be gentle. Please,” he pleads jokingly with puppy eyes.

  Hunter’s comment catches me off guard and sends me into another laughing fit. When I finally compose myself, I speak again. “Why am I the only one who’s naked?”

  He lifts his left eyebrow and flashes me a huge grin. “I don’t know. You tell me.”

  “We need to fix this immediately.”

  Without waiting for an answer, I start by unbuttoning his well-cut black shirt, but I quickly realize I’m way too short in this position to reach the top buttons, so I wiggle my way up and stand between his legs. I tackle each one of the little black plastic spheres as if it’s a science project. When I’m done, Hunter doesn’t wait for me to ask him to remove it. He practically rips the thing off. He grabs hold of my hands and moves them up his half-naked body. God. I caress his torso, the well-defined planes of his washboard stomach, I linger way longer than necessary on his rock-hard pectorals and I run my finger along his intricate and colorful tattoo. He’s absolutely gorgeous. I love how he’s inked his body in memory of his loving grandmother.

  I think at this moment we’re both aware of what’s going on and we smile at each other expectantly. We’re exchanging so much more in this heady silence than we would by talking. Unable to wait any longer, I reach for his jeans and we both lower our eyes towards his lap in unison before gazing in each other’s eyes again. This is so hot it’s incendiary. I unfasten his belt and I move my fingers to the zipper, pulling it down as slowly as humanly possible. I push open his jeans just enough to get a peek of things to come and look back up at him, panting. I suspect what I see in his half-closed eyes is a mirror image of what he sees in mine. I gesture so he understands I want him to lift his hips off the desk. He flashes me a side
smile, grips the desk with both hands and yanks his hips up.

  I don’t waste a minute. I slide his jeans all the way to his ankles and I give him a few seconds to kick off his motorcycle boots. I help him out of his socks and I swear this submissive action sends a current straight to my clit. I reach for the elastic of his boxer briefs and bring those down as well. This time when I pull my eyes back up to him, he’s fully naked.

  He’s the first guy I’ve ever been with who doesn’t have a foreskin. His cock is glorious and magnificent. Jesus, the man is a gift. Hunter’s erection is lip-smacking, intimidatingly long and incredibly thick. How am I going to do this?

  “It’ll fit.” I bring up my gaze up to his. He reads my mind. “Trust me,” he adds. “Take me in your mouth and suck me, sweetie.” My nerves return and I hesitate. Hunter sets one finger under my chin, lifting my head. “We’ll take it slow.” I nod. “Start by putting your warm and soft mouth around my cock. Do what comes naturally and I’ll instruct you if you need a little coaxing.”

  “Okay,” I say so softly it’s as if I’m talking to myself. With my pulse jackhammering in my throat, I grasp him in my fingers and once again I’m taken aback by how strong and powerful his cock feels in my hands. I lower my body to drop a quick kiss on his velvety smooth head before closing my lips around him.

  “That’s it, baby,” he grunts in such a deep voice. I shiver with delectation at his encouragement. Gently, I move my mouth over his cock, feeling him stiffen and harden against my tongue. I slide my lips up and down him. To my delight, he groans in appreciation. Fueled by his reassurance, I double my efforts. I bob my head faster, doing my best to take him in a little bit more each time—which isn’t an easy feat consider how huge he is. “Use your tongue,” he murmurs.

  “Huh?” I hum against his cock. How am I supposed to use my tongue when he fills my mouth like this?

  “Just remember how it feels when my tongue toys with your clit. Alternate between taking me in your mouth and licking me from balls to tip.”