Cruel Captivation: A Dark Romance (Underground Kings Book 5)

by Kelli Callahan

  “What are you doing?” I spew out, quick and taken aback. I thought he was going to kiss me not… do this.

  He grins, pushes me against the window, then lifts my other leg. I’m sitting on his face. Almost. He is a breath away from touching my pussy.

  And speaking of breaths…

  The hot air from his lungs has my clit pulsating, begging for friction that I hope he gives me. His fingers run through the thin patch of hair I have down there, and he growls. I grab onto his head and I’m already struggling to expand my lungs.

  No one has ever gone down there. Not even… no, he doesn’t belong in this moment. I’m a new woman, damn it. I’m not going to let him ruin this for me.

  He slides one finger through my folds, grazing the swollen bundle of nerves. I moan, thighs quivering, and the back of my head thumps against the window. “So sensitive,” he notices, then blows cold air to tighten my clit even more. I let go of his hair and slam my hands down on the edge of the windowsill. I can’t contain myself. “Has anyone…” he asks, still sliding his fingers up and own my inner lips.

  I shake my head, and he presses a kiss against the wet petals. “I’ll take good care of you, I swear it.” I watch in fascination as his fingers dig into my thighs, then drag up to my hips. He holds on tight, yanks me toward his face, and buries his tongue inside me. He swipes his nose across my clit, and I grab onto his hair again, needing to hold onto something, to anything as he takes me to heaven.

  I understand the reference. I thought I did before, but oh my god.

  He hums into me, and I watch his eyes roll back as if he is enjoying the taste of me down there.

  “Asher…” I trial off and search for something else to hold onto when my body starts to vibrate. “Yes, more. Please, don’t stop. Oh, god.” I might have been a virgin when I was kidnapped, but I played with myself. I knew what an orgasm was and I’m about to have one. He removes his tongue, replaces it with a finger, then sucks my clit into his mouth. My back bends, and I slam my fist against the window as a silent scream escapes me and when ecstasy takes control. My body jerks, my thighs shake, and I’m saying his name over and over like a love drunk fool. “Oh my god,” I stretch my arms above my head and giggle, loving how high I feel. Wow.

  Is it always like that? Is that what I’ve been missing?

  “You’re really god at that,” I slur, this time not needing to pretend I’m wasted. I’m freaking high on an orgasm.

  I want another.

  And then another.

  Then I want to fall asleep and do this all over again.

  “Kiss me. Come taste yourself, baby,” he says in a sultry tone, crooking his finger at me.

  Like a magnet drawn to another magnet, I lick his lips, then plunge my tongue in his mouth, gathering all the evidence of what I taste like. Our kiss turns from a taste test to an uncontrollabe desire needing to be filled. He controls the kiss, grabbing my jaw with the right amount of pressure to let me know he is in charge.

  My hands roam down his chiseled pecs and the valleys of his abdomen. His skin is hot to the touch, igniting me into another fever. My hands grip his belt and his fingers cup around my wrist, stopping me.

  “You don’t have to do that,” he says. “This is about you. I want to show you that it can be good between us, no pressure, no fear.”

  “I want it to be about us,” I say, kissing the side of his mouth. “I want this to be about me overcoming so many obstacles to be here with you.” I slide down his throat and kiss his Adam’s apple. “I want this to be a new start. My old life has no control over me, and I want you. I want us. If it becomes too much, I’ll tell you, but right now…this is about me and you.”

  His grip loosens around me and my hand falls, finally.

  He moans when I kiss a path down his chest, then lick the divots of his abs, tasting the salt of sweat from his skin. When I can’t bend over any further, I reach for his belt buckle and undo it.

  Unbutton.

  Unzip.

  And his cock bobs free right as his pants fall.

  I glance down and gulp when I see the size. I don’t know how that is supposed to fit. Like the rest of him, his cock is long, sticking straight out and proud with a healthy girth. He has to be nine inches.

  “Baby,” he says, gaining my attention when he lifts my chin up. “We don’t have to do anything. I’m happy eating that sweet pussy until sunrise and making you come again, again, and again.”

  “No, I want to, you’re just so…” my eyes widen when I glance back down at him. “Big.”

  His cock flexes, and his hand squeezes the base while he moans. “You can’t say shit like that, baby.” A bead of clear fluid leaves the slit, and I have the crazy urge to dip my finger and bring the droplet to my mouth.

  So I do.

  The action has a sound rumbling in Asher’s chest and he picks me up and throws me on the bed. I bounce on the soft comforter and the flames from the fireplace have heated the blankets, so I sink into a cloud of warm softness.

  Asher kisses the middle of my chest as he hovers over me and I wait again for the anxiety, but nothing. He sucks a sensitive, hard nipple into his mouth while plunging a finger inside me, then sliding the thick digit in and out.

  “Your tits are fucking perfect. One day, I’m going to fuck them, baby. I’m going to come all over them and then I’m going to hand feed you my seed. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

  A whine escapes me from his filthy talk and when he slides another finger in, stretching me more than I’m used to, another orgasm slams against me, and this time, the gush of hot liquid drips over his fingers.

  Darkness tints the edges of my line of sight, but I do my best to stay conscious because I want another.

  And another.

  I want to drown in the liberation Asher is giving me.

  Sixteen

  Heaven

  How the hell am I supposed to keep myself from losing it in two seconds when I slide into her? The way her body moves, the way she reacts to me, every slide of my fingers, every push of my tongue, she’s falling apart for me. It’s bringing me closer to the edge.

  Now, my hand is dripping with sweet nectar from her last orgasm. I slide my fingers out of her tightness and coat my cock with her juices before licking my fingers clean. “Do you want a taste?” I ask her. Her eyes slide up my body from my cock, and when her eyes land on me, she nods.

  My eager little vixen.

  I gloss her lips, then shove my fingers in her mouth. Her tongue is wicked as she licks me clean and I’m already imagining what her mouth will feel like wrapped around me and sucking me as far as she can.

  Fisting my cock, I give myself a few pumps before the base of my spine tingles and the threat of an orgasm has me stopping.

  “What’s wrong?” she asks, noticing when I close my eyes and start too count out loud to one hundred.

  “I’m close. Fuck, I’m already so close.”

  She sits up and drags her nails along my thighs which has me falling over, catching myself with my palm before squishing her. Heather wraps her small fingers around my cock, pumping once, tightening her tentative grip, then pumping twice. I thrust my hips, wanting to fuck the tight space she’s making with her hand.

  “Baby, you feel so good. Fuck, I’m barely hanging on.”

  “So don’t. We have forever, right? Surely, this can happen again.”

  In the blink of an eye my plan changes. My recovery time is amazing, but I didn’t want her to feel pressured. Her hot pussy will grip me, I’ll come, then I’ll continue to make love to her. That’s what’s going to happen. This isn’t going to be rushed. This isn’t some quick fuck.

  Laying before me is my future and I’m going to show her how much I’m looking forward to it. Still, no matter how much I want her, I’m apprehensive. What if she really isn’t ready? “Are you sure?”

  She does he own impression of an annoyed snarl, then flips me onto my back, and slams herself down on me. I was n
ot expecting that to happen. The last thing I ever thought she’d do is take control. And I wasn’t ready because my toes curl, my cock tightens, and I come deep, hard, and long while she’s still trying to get adjusted to me.

  “Oh, damn it!” I cry out, arching my hips to try and get deeper with every rope that leaves me. “Fuck,” I nearly sob from how good she feels. Never in my life have I ever felt as good as I do in this moment with her.

  “I can feel you dripping out of me,” she groans, painfully and with pleasure.

  Another stream shoots out, coating her insides once more. My hands land on her hips and I’m barely breathing at this point. Someone come check my fucking pulse. “You little devil,” I say through tight teeth and she giggles.

  It isn’t funny.

  No man wants to last one minute with his girl. Sure, it’s been a month and half, and the way I feel about her heightens the experience, but damn it, it’s still a kick to the damn ego.

  I sit up, needing to be closer to her now more than ever. There is no going back now. She’s mine.

  I’ve never come inside someone without protection either, so I know that what I feel for her is it. She’s the person that’s mine. I tuck her hair behind her ears and take in her body against mine. Her breasts are pressed against my chest, her nails are digging into my shoulders, and her painful groans are turning into pleasurable sighs. “Tell me what you’re thinking,” I say.

  “I’m thinking I’ve never done this before, and I don’t know what to do,” she says, suddenly bashful.

  “And you have no idea what that does to me, baby.” I slide my lips over hers and pinch the features of my face together when I push her hips back, then pull then forward. I moan down her throat, so she understands how good she feels. Every rock is slow. We are barely moving, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I can feel more of her this way, experience her body, and concentrate on other areas that deserve to be praised.

  “You stretch me so wide. I’m so full.” Her hands cup her tits, then rolls her nipples between her thumbs as she rocks her hips again. “Yes,” she hisses, tossing her head back as she gains confidence. The move exposes her throat and I strike, gently, and suck her skin into my mouth. I want to leave a mark. She cups the back of my head and applies pressure, pushing me against her neck more so I can’t pull away.

  I like her on top like this. It gives her control, something I don’t think she knows she needs right now. I think that’s why she flipped me over, but I could be second guessing it. “You’re so tight, baby. I’m going to be inside you every day. You were made for me.” I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer against me, then and kiss her again while I help her pick up the pace. The sudden speed change has her ripping her mouth away from mine and shouting to the ceiling.

  I hope the neighbors can hear. I have never had a loud lover, and I hope she screams. I hope she fucking yells my name so everyone fucking knows whose pussy this is.

  “Asher, Asher, Asher,” she chants my name and flips her hair back. The ends sting me in the face, but I don’t care. She gains confidence by wrapping her hands around the back of my neck and using me as leverage so she can gain better movement.

  She’s a damn bottle rocket. In the beginning, she ignited slow, but the closer to blast off she comes, the shorter her fuse becomes.

  I lean back on my hands so I can watch her ride me. Her clit rubs against my pelvis and my cock is plummeting her all at once. Her tits bounce and her eyes are closed.

  My eyes are constantly rolling from how good she feels. Her muscles ripple around the sensitive skin of my shaft, and I tense when I feel another orgasm coming along.

  Oh, come on! No, fucking way. I’m not coming until she does.

  “Asher! Oh! Oh!” her voice climbs, and she rides against me harder until out skin is slapping together, and my sack is smacking against her plump ass. Her muscles spasm around me as she stops moving completely. The only thing I feel is the contractions of her walls massaging me. “Yes, oh, yes, Asher! So good,” she hovers, only moving up or down when the spasm is too much.

  Her pleasure makes me happy. I feel like I’m on top of the world for making my woman come so many times.

  “Mmm,” she licks the sweat off her top lip, struggling to catch her breath. I move up, crawling over her until her back is against the bed, and now I’m on top of her. I wrap her legs around my waist and she’s a limp noodle after that orgasm, but when her eyes flutter open, she quickly gets on board.

  Our bodies are slick with sweat so her legs slide off my waist before I say ‘fuck it’ and let her knees fall to either side of me. I roll my hips, sliding into her soaking cunt until I have no more inches to give before pulling back out, only to do it all over again.

  Before she can make another noise, I kiss her again, tasting the sweat, which fuels me. I speed up, slamming into her when I can no longer hold back. I need to be deeper. I have to fucking root myself in that sweet pussy.

  “Asher, harder!” she demands, scratching her nails down my back until she cups the globes of my ass.

  I’m always going to give her what she wants and if it is too much after, she can tell me. Our moans echo off the acoustics of the penthouse, drowning us in the music we are creating together. With ever hard thrust, she moves an inch across the bed.

  “Baby, you’re damn perfect. I’m going to be inside you every day for the rest of our lives, do you understand me?” I raise my voice, needing her to hear me.

  “Yes, every day, just don’t stop. Never stop. I’m so close.”

  I drill her harder, faster, and she runs out of bed to inch across when her torso is hanging off the mattress and her head is upside down while I’m pounding her delicious, wet, tight, pussy. She’s the best I’ve ever had and it’s only fitting that she’s my last.

  No one will ever compare.

  “Come. Come with me, baby. Come.” I can’t hold on any longer. I dip my hand between us and rub her sweet, erect button. A few circles and she’s shouting my name at the top of her lungs.

  No doubt the neighbors can hear her now.

  One. Two. Three more thrusts and I’m shouting my own release, “Heather, fuck, baby.” I come more during this orgasm and I have no idea why. I keep plunging inside her tight heat, filling her until she’s dripping down my shaft.

  When I’m wrung dry and don’t have another drop to give, I collapse. I lay my cheek against her chest and her rapid heartbeat strums from the exertion. My arms shake, her legs tremble, and we don’t say a word as we try to catch our breath.

  Impossible.

  Because that… that was life changing.

  I kiss her heart, careful to keep myself lodged inside her spasming center, and lick the mark I left on her skin. She sighs happily, a sweet sound only derived from pleasure.

  “No wonder they call you Heaven,” she says, and it makes me frown.

  “Baby look at me,” I turn her cheek, so she sees the seriousness in my eyes. “That. What we just experienced. That has never happened with anyone else except you.”

  “Really?” she asks. “No one else?” She scratches my back gently by grazing her nails up and down.

  “Yeah, really. I swear. If anyone is Heaven, it’s you, baby. You’ve awakened me. I don’t think you understand how I feel about you, especially when I was seventeen and I felt nothing at all. Only when I looked at you, did I feel warmth in my chest. All the girls, they were quick moments to help fill the time and space inside me. Heather, you’re more than a moment. You’re the rest of the moments life has planned out for me.”

  I drag her to the middle of the bed and the action has me slipping out of her heat. Greedy, I spread her legs and watch as I leave her swollen, used hole. “You feel okay?”

  “I feel better than I ever have,” she says.

  ‘Good.” Watching my come drip out of her has my cock hardening again. I flip her over, grip her ass as I slide home, both of us moaning with exhaustion. It isn’t going to take long before
we are both falling over the edge again since we are so worked up. “I’m nowhere near done with you.” I bite the lean muscle of her shoulder while I ride her, keeping her legs straight to keep that angle where I need it, so she orgasms for me again.

  I always thought Heaven was a stupid nickname because of how I looked, but being with Heather, it makes me realize that heaven is a place of existence.

  And it exists in her.

  Seventeen

  Heather

  I know this is the time for us to be serious, but I can’t stop staring at him, and he can’t stop looking at me. I can feel him between my legs still, sliding in and out of me with that delicious thick length. If someone would have asked me a month ago if I was ever going to have sex again, I would have laughed in their face, but thinking about how good Asher makes me feel, all I want is to have sex with him again.

  Right here.

  On the kitchen island.

  He stirs the coffee with a spoon as he leans his elbows against the edge of the marble, peering up at me over the rim of his mug.

  I bring my orange juice to my lips, needing something to coat my dry throat when my body comes to life under his intense stare.

  “Jeez, you two keep staring at each other like that, the entire house is going to go up in flames.” Owen opens the fridge door and grabs a bottle of water, but we pretend like we don’t hear him. “Oookay,” he states. “I’m just going to go. You two have fun with…that,” he says. His heavy footsteps pound across the floor as he exits down the hallway, leaving us alone in our own little world again.

  We continue to stare each other down, and I nibble on my bottom lip, suddenly feeling coy as I look away.

  “Damn, you two. I can smell the sexual tension in the air,” Sebastian comes into the room next, opening the cabinet door to get a cup for the fresh coffee Asher just brewed.