Captivated

by Scarlett Avery

  Got it. That’s all he has to say for me to understand exactly what he wants. How is it even possible for me to forget how he so masterfully unravels me every single time he puts his mouth on me? I pull my head back slightly and tongue the underside of his cock, toying with his thick, throbbing vein, then swirl around his slippery head. I close my mouth again and slide down and when I pull back I finish by sucking him lightly the way he sucks on my clit.

  “You’re doing good, sweetie. Now use your hand like you did when you were jerking me.”

  Hands and tongue? Hunter moves his leg apart, and his heavy balls sway, attracting my attention. I flash right back to that naughty night at the back of his SUV. I fist the base of his shaft with both hands. I squeeze gently at first and the muscles in his legs tighten as he inhales.

  “Oh, shit,” he groans.

  I lower my head and wrap my lips around his cock again, using my hands as leverage to take him in and out while I slide my hands up and down. The more I stroke and suck, the harder he gets.

  Yes. My confidence grows with every one of his guttural grunts. The more he groans with pleasure, the more the heady need between my legs becomes unbearable.

  “Your eager dirty little mouth is so ravenous.” There’s no stopping me now. I challenge myself to take him a few more inches by pushing his length in further, but his impressive cock is too massive for me to swallow him whole. I wrap my hand around his throbbing base and bob my head back and forth, licking and sucking as he grabs my hair, forcing himself deeper into my mouth. No man has ever done this before. Here I thought I liked it sugar and spice when it comes to sex. I’m surprised beyond belief by how much I thrive on a little rough play. “You’re fucking eating me like a starved woman.” His dirty-talking is like a match that sets off my wantonness. The wet sounds I make every time I slide up and down his cock are intoxicating. I work him in and out of my mouth, across my tongue, between my lips. My eagerness gives me wings. In my haste I take on more than I can handle and I lose my breath when I take him deep, coming back with watery eyes and gasping with my dripping wet mouth open over his cock. He stares down at me as if no other woman has ever given him this much pleasure and it makes me whimper with pride. The more I know he’s getting off, the more I get off. My pussy is aching so badly for relief. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet in my entire life. Without even having to touch myself, my juices are trailing down the insides of my thighs as a cruel reminder of how much my sex life has lacked this level of lasciviousness until Hunter came along to liberate me. “Baby, I’m close.” Hunter grabs the back of my head and thrusts his cock deeper inside my mouth as he holds my head in place, forcing me to take him deeper than I thought possible. The sensation of his massive cock pumping my mouth is dizzying. Knowing I’m the one responsible for taking him to the edge fills my body with such a pleasurable rush. “Christ.” He rocks his hips back and forth with such determination that I struggle to keep up with his voracity. I’m no longer sucking him. He has full control of the tempo at which he fucks my mouth. “Don’t stop, baby,” he grunts, forcing himself deeper. I moan in ecstasy. I slide one hand underneath his balls, lifting them. “You love the weight of me in your hands?” His voice is cracking. He’s not so much in control anymore. My mouth is far too preoccupied to be able to answer him. I simply nod my head and squeeze his balls tightly. “Goddammit,” he hisses, lifting his hips up from the desk. I’m so surprised when his cock swells hugely against my tongue. That’s it. He’s coming.

  I expect Hunter to come gushing down my throat like I’ve seen so many times in movies since I’ve started watching porn, but instead he fists my hair tighter and pulls my head back. With his free hand he grabs his cock and strokes up and down in quick succinct movements before choking it while letting out a muffled, carnal cry. Shit. His milky nectar is everywhere—his hand, his thighs, his stomach and he even manages to christen my chest with a few drops. He’s panting with eyes half lidded and his hand possessively gripping my hair.

  Even after his orgasm dissolves and the only sound in the room is his heavy breathing, I don’t let go of him. I can’t. Instead, with my other hand I reach up and slide my finger along his shaft, scooping his nectar, before bringing my hand to my mouth. I stick out my tongue and lick him off my finger, lapping at his moisture. I’ve never tasted a man before.

  “Was it okay?” I know it’s much harder for guys to fake it, but I still want to make sure I was able to give him pleasure.

  “I don’t think you have to ask.” He smiles, shifting his eyes to his release. I grin proudly up at him. He reaches down and places his hand under my armpit before pulling me towards him, forcing me to stand. He kisses me softly on the lips. “You taste like me.”

  “I do.”

  “You liked sucking me?”

  I nod. “I thought you were going to come inside my mouth.”

  He shakes his head. “It’s too much for your first time with me. Not to mention it’s something you really have to want. I’d never force it on you. Trust me, this was already incredible. And we have plenty of time to get even kinkier.”

  Not really. You’re leaving in a few weeks. What once seemed far removed is catching up to us.

  “You’re right,” I agree lightheartedly, hoping he doesn’t see my consternation.

  “You’re very good at this and you’ll only get better. If you can make me come this hard on your first try, imagine with a little more practice.” He winks. “Now it’s my turn to take care of you.”

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Hunter

  Miranda might have been nervous and a bit awkward at first, but she really surprised me. I’d come inevitably if she stroked long enough, but her eagerness, sensuality and her sweet and warm little mouth made me come with a rush I didn’t expect.

  Nothing about what’s happening between us feels like a lesson anymore. It’s way past that now. It’s more like an exchange of two people desperately yearning for each other. My desire for her keeps getting stronger and I haven’t got a clue how long it’s going to take me to recover from not being with her like this when I go back home.

  We’re here now and I still have a few weeks. I push aside that thought and focus on pleasing her. “Take your bra off. Slowly.” Yeah, I could do it and I’m pretty sure I’d get real hard doing it, but I love watching a woman undress just for me.

  Miranda takes a small step back, wraps her arms behind her and unhooks her bra. The right strap falls from her shoulder, looping down over her bicep before it slides down her arm, exposing her magnificent tits. She lets the left strap slide as well and lets the bra drop to the floor. I don’t think I’ll ever stop being totally mesmerized by her breasts.

  “Do you want the panties off?”

  “Nah, I’ll take care of those. Turn around. I want your ass touching this desk,” I order. She obeys my command.

  As she shifts position, I sigh inwardly as I take her fully in. It’s unthinkable not to want to fondle her perfect tits. I reach out and let out a long exhale as I grope her. “You’re so sexy.” She shudders, whimpering as I pinch her hard nipples.

  I lean in to kiss the hollow of her throat that’s beginning to glisten with sweat. She stops breathing when I suck at the skin just above her breast, my hands still fumbling at her hard peaks.

  “Oh. My. God.”

  Groaning at the sound of her sharp cry, I let loose. I lift my head up to pull one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking hungrily while my palm possessively grips her other breast. Jesus fucking Christ. I suck savagely as she struggles to keep up with my unleashed passion.

  Her breaths are shallow at first, but it doesn’t take long for them to quicken. She grips the side of the desk with both hands and pushes her hips off, panting. “Hunter.” Her heart is palpitating under my assault.

  “Hmm?”

  “Please.”

  My laugh reverberates against her skin. “Please what?”

  “Put your mouth on me.”

 
“It is, sweetie.”

  “You know what I need.”

  I make a faint tsking sound before saying, “Don’t rush me. I’ll give it all to you in due time.”

  “But I’m dying here,” she laments.

  Okay, I won’t torture her or myself any longer.

  “You need to lie down, sweetie.” I lift her in my arms and sit her on the desk. Her back has barely touched the surface before I’m already pulling down her lacy panties. She reaches over her head behind her, grabs hold of the desk, plants her feet against the flat surface and lifts her hips to make my job easier. When her thong reaches her folded knees, she gyrates her hips while moaning indecently. Her sticky juices leave a glistening trail down the insides of her thighs that only hardens my cock. “Am I responsible for making you this wet?”

  She lifts her head, smiling wildly. “You know perfectly well you are.”

  “I’m such a bastard for allowing so much of your sweetness to go to waste.”

  “You are.”

  “There’s only one type of punishment suitable for this kind of sloppiness.”

  “I’m afraid to ask.”

  “Why don’t I lick the juices dripping from your pussy?” Before she can answer, I pull her panties all the way down to her ankles, remove them completely and toss them over my shoulder. I’m so taking these with me. I grab her legs and yank her so her ass is at the edge of the desk.

  “Keep up the dirty talking and I’ll climax before you even touch me.”

  I grin. Great repartee. “Not a problem. I’ll tongue-fuck your ass and give you a second one.”

  She lifts her head up, folds her forearms underneath her and looks down at me with eyes as wide as the wheels of a car. “What?” She’s completely scandalized.

  “Your ass. I want it.”

  “Wh-what?” she repeats, startled.

  “You heard me.”

  “But that’s just so—”

  “Dirty?” I finish her thought.

  “Exactly.” She nods her head in three quick staccato movements.

  “You should know by now. With me, dirty can be real good.”

  “Holy shit,” she hisses. I start at her chest and travel the length of her body, alternating between little kisses and tiny bites. The closer I get to her pussy, the more ravenous I become and the more my cock grows. “Ah,” she shrills.

  I drop to my knees in front of her, ready to eat her like a glutton. “Now, you know the drill. Place those outrageously sexy red shoes on my shoulders and spread them wide. I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll drown out the music.”

  She’s speechless. She obeys my command. My hungry eyes hold her gaze as I dip my finger into her wetness.

  “Ahhh.” She folds her lower lip between her teeth, bites down while closing her eyes. God. I doubt any painting at Le Louvre in Paris is this beautiful. “Fuck,” she cries out when I slide my finger from her wet pussy along her crack, lightly stroking a spot I suspect few men have ever been privileged to touch.

  My finger slides over her asshole again, probing the entrance hidden between her cheeks. “From your reaction to my naughty suggestion, I gather you’ve never allowed a man to take your ass.” She whimpers and shakes her head from left to right. “You’re a virgin?” She nods. “That’s good news for me because it means you’re very tight.”

  “Ah,” she gasps.

  “Are you okay?” I sneer.

  “Hunter…” she pants.

  The slight hesitation in her voice is perceptible. “Don’t worry. I won’t claim you here. That’s too intimate. It should happen in the place where you feel safe.”

  “Oh.” She exhales.

  “Relax. My only focus for now is your sweet pussy.”

  It takes her a few long seconds to take in my words, but eventually she does. She breathes out, lowering her hips back down against the desk. I hold on to her knees and spread her legs wider, forcing her to reposition her feet, still clad in those incendiary high heels. I bite the inside of her thighs and I chuckle, listening to her plea.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she chants as her body shivers from my teasing. My tongue swirls and plays with her delicate lips before I probe inside her wetness. “Oh, Jesus,” she gasps, pulling my hair. I can only assume it’s her feeble attempt at containing the pleasure. As if it’ll curtail me in any way, shape or form. Silly girl. You ain’t seen nothing yet. “This is insane,” she weeps. I probe her now with urgency, alternating between slipping my tongue into her tightness and toying with her clit with the tip of my nose. Fuck. I love having her juices all over my face. “What you’re doing to me… Christ… Your teasing is going to send me over the edge.” Her voice goes up by many octaves.

  Grudgingly, I lift my head. I can’t let this one slide. “I’m not here to waste your time or mine, sweetie. I’m going to eat you until you lose your goddamn mind. Are we clear?”

  She nods. I think my words are too much to take in. They’ve silenced her. That’s okay. By the time she absorbs it all, she’ll be screaming out my name and trembling in my arms.

  I open her lips with my fingers, exposing her before diving into her pussy again. The contact of my tongue against her throbbing clit is a fucking blessing.

  “Holy shit,” she shouts, lifting her hips to meet my mouth. That’s it. Don’t hold back. “Oh, my God.” I stroke her clit, rubbing over and over as my tongue swirls around her hard node. “Watching your tongue rub me like this…” She growls, digging her hands into my hair and pulling. Her legs squeeze together, pressing against my head, trapping me there. I reward her by licking harder, teasing even more, toying with her like my life depends on it and flicking my tongue faster with loud groans of pleasure. The sound of my lips smacking against her wetness grows louder and louder. She’s gone silent and I can tell her orgasm is about to crash through her like a tidal wave. “Argh.” She’s shaking. “I can’t take this anymore. It’s too good.”

  “Uh-huh.” I hum in agreement.

  “Hunter,” she moans. She’s close. “Good Lord.” She’s wiggling incessantly underneath me as I lap at her clit, applying precise sweet pressure. I devour her, sucking, licking, pulling, probing and overtaking all of her senses. There’s no redemption for her. Coming all over my fucking face is her only salvation. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she begs. Slap. I smack her ass, overwhelmed by her cries. “Ah. Ah. Ah.” I grip her thighs firmly with one goal in mind. I lick her harder and alternate between stroking her with my tongue and massaging her with my lips.

  I stop just for a beat. “Come for me, Miranda,” I command before plunging my tongue deep inside her while I press my thumb and index finger against her clit.

  “Oh.” She lets out a carnal sound as she grips my hair and presses my head harder against her. “Hunt—” she starts, but I stick my fingers in her mouth, preventing her from screaming her head off as her orgasm tears through her.

  I expected her to suck, but instead she bites on them, sobbing as she quivers in my hands. Her body convulses and she whimpers, whimpers and whimpers some more as she presses down against my fingers still inside. Holy fuck, that’s amazing.

  “Your pussy is too sweet. I can eat you like this all night long,” I confess, kissing between her thighs.

  “You’re going to be the end of me.” She looks down at me, dazed and completely satisfied. It takes my all not to fuck her right now.

  My cock is aching so badly. I’m in desperate need of relief. Again. I stand up in front of her, revealing an erection on the verge of erupting. “Look what you’ve done to me.”

  She props herself against her arms. “Oh, Jesus. Let me take care of you.” She flips on to her knees and reaches out for my cock, but I gently push her hand away.

  “I have something else in mind.”

  I fist my cock and I start stroking myself up and down with my eyes on her. It’s not going to take me much to come. She could certainly help me take care of this tension, but I want her to watch me climax
.

  “You’re naughtier than I ever imagined.” Her eyes are half-lidded.

  I can’t answer. I can only grin. She’s staring at me with a devilish smile on her face as I jerk off in front of her. I pump my cock up and down. The pleasure of hitting my swollen balls and stroking back all the way up before choking my head a little more each time is beyond words.

  “Oh, fuck,” I grunt. Heat rushes through me as the sweet buildup preceding an earth-shattering climax makes my legs shake underneath me and my balls tighten with anticipation. “Shit.” My hand glides at a frenetic pace now. I cup my balls with my free hand and squeeze hard. “Holy fuck.”

  Miranda licks her lips and raises her eyebrow. She sits on the desk, taking in the show with her eyes glued to me. “You’re gorgeous, Hunter. Watching you pleasure yourself like this is the most hedonistic thing we’ve done so far.”

  Her confession precipitates things for me. I’m coming.

  I take a few steps towards the desk and lower my head to take her lips. She lifts her hands and slides them around my neck, pulling me closer to her. I pump one last time and I come with a roar that she swallows with a kiss. I’ve never been this unraveled in my life and I haven’t even fucked her pussy yet.

  She returns my kiss with such ardor and I struggle not to lose myself completely in her. After a few seconds, I pull away from her, smiling down at her. “You love to taste yourself on my tongue, don’t you?” I tease.

  “More than I’m willing to admit.”

  I look down at her and the evidence of my orgasm is spread all over her tits. “I need to clean you up and I need to do the same for me.” I look around the office and spot a box of Kleenex near the window. “Sweetie, my hands are tied up.” I’m still gripping my cock. “Can you grab those for me?” I point with my chin to the tissues.

  She looks down at her chest and blinks incredulously. I expect a smart comment, but she treats me to something far better. She brings her hands up, scoops some of my load with her fingers and sticks them in her mouth. She sucks, making those little dirty noises that drive me crazy. Her eyes never leave mine. God, she loves doing that and I love watching her. I suspect she already knows that by now.