Captured Boxed Set: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys Who Will Capture Your Heart (46 page)

I reach behind and unhook my bra,
so he knows what I want.

His strong, big hands draw it off
my shoulders, tosses it off the bed. Flicking out his tongue, he caresses my
nipples. I’ve always dreamed of having my breasts played with. The idea of
being able to stroke the silky hair of a guy I loved while his mouth was on my
nipples—

Oooh, shivers.

I had no idea Sawyer would want to
give my breasts so much attention. He licks them and caresses them with his
strong hands. My nipples get erect and long. He sucks them so hard his cheeks
hollow.

"Oh God!" I shout. It’s
amazing. My brain—once praised for its intelligence—feels like a bowl of
instant oatmeal. Steaming hot and complete mush.

When he grazes my nipples with his
teeth, it’s so intense I moan really loud. Shake-the-walls loud.

"You have the sexiest moan."

I wrap my arms around his neck and
feel the muscles under my touch. While he sucks and sucks my breasts, my moans
get louder. My hips squirm. I’m bare-chested but wearing jeans.

"Are you sure you don’t want
to do more?" I ask. He has a huge bulge in his jeans.

He kisses my earlobe. "I’d
like to go down on you."

That surprises me. I should be
asking what he likes. But I’m so stunned I say, "Okay."

He smiles. I love his grin so much.
It’s wicked. Dazzling. He kisses his way down my naked torso. I watch him in
utter disbelief. I can’t believe this gorgeous guy is doing this to me.

He looks up, his chin at the
waistband of my jeans. "I’m not going too fast for you, am I?"

I have my hands on my breasts now,
covering them. I suppose that probably made him think I wasn’t ready. But I do
want this. "No. After all, I asked you if you wanted to…well, you know."

"After tonight, that doesn’t
seem like you, Claire. Admittedly, I don’t know you really well. But even the
night you asked me, I didn’t think that was genuinely what you wanted."

I’m still warring with myself. I
want Sawyer like crazy physically but I don’t really know anything about him.
Other than that he sleeps around.

But if I say no, I’ll end up going
home and I know I’m going to regret walking away.

Isn’t that a reason to stay?

"It’s what I want with you."
Okay, despite the words, did my tone of voice make that sound like: "I
want more out of this than you probably want to give?"

He gives his head a quick shake
because his blond hair is falling in his eyes. While I’m transfixed by how hot
he looks doing that, he undoes the fastening of my jeans.

I have never had a guy’s hands do
that, obviously.

It is soooo hot.

He draws down the zipper, opens
them, plants at kiss on my panties where my curls are hidden beneath. I don’t
shave or anything. Except for the summer, and that’s just to wear a bathing
suit. Not a really revealing suit either.

Now I’m nervous.

I’ve never been naked with anyone.

I bite my lip, determined to plunge
in. I lift my hips and shove my jeans down to my thighs. Take
that
, high
school insecurities.

Only one thing can follow a wild
move like that. I shove down my underwear, managing to get it somehow tangled
with my jeans, trapping my thighs together. Sawyer takes over, whisking off my
jeans and my panties. They land somewhere on his floor.

I’m naked. On the bed of a guy I
barely know.

I never quite dreamed this would
really happen—

Sawyer puts his beautiful mouth to
my...uh, pubis.

Pubis. Yeah, that’s the trouble
with me—I can’t even think sexy. I open and shut my eyes a dozen times, afraid
I’m dreaming. But he’s still there, this gorgeous guy with violet eyes and
sun-kissed blond hair kissing my pussy.

He flicks his tongue out and licks
my clit. I clutch the sheets of his bed. Behind my closed lids, it looks like
comets are shooting by. He’s incredible. I mean, I could barely find my own
clit in the folds of my pussy lips if I were blindfolded and had to do it with
one touch. But he knows exactly where to go.

His tongue circles my sensitive
clit, Pleasure streaks through me. My hips lift off the bed. I have to open my
eyes so I can see him—

This is the hottest thing ever,
watching him kiss and lick my clit. His long dark lashes shield his eyes. He
puts his lips gently over my throbbing, aching nub.

Then he sucks hard.

"Sawyer!" I shriek his
name.

In a loud holler which his
roommates
must
have heard. He licks and sucks and I rock my hips up to
him. God, he’s tasting me and teasing me, and I think I’m going to come.

His fingers stoke my pussy lips,
making them ache and tingle, while his tongue pleasures my clit. I want him
inside me. Deep inside me. So far inside that his groin slams my clit with
every hard thrust. I imagine him going crazy on me, fucking me hard and wild
and fast—

His index finger slides in my
pussy. I’m a virgin but years of masturbating have made me very ready for this.
His other index finger strokes my anus.

That I’m not prepared for. His
finger goes just a little inside my ass. At first I freeze with shock. It’s so
sensitive. But it teased me. It feels so good. He licks my clit and plays with
me and I’ve never felt like this. So wound up. So ready to—

"I’m coming. Oh, oh, I’m
coming!"

My whole body goes off. Lights
explode before my eyes. My nipples grow inches long. It’s like a wave of bliss
slams into me everywhere.

Best. Orgasm. Ever.

It goes on and on, my body pulsing
and throbbing. I’m moaning and moaning. Then I collapse on his bed. And giggle.

Sawyer rises from my pussy. He
grins and I have no idea what to say. After all, I hardly know him. I’m usually
shy with people I don’t know.

"You like?" he asks,
teasingly.

I nod.

Balanced over me, biceps bulging,
he kisses me. He tastes of my pussy—ripe and musky, slightly salty. His lips
are wet with my juices.

Originally, I wanted to learn about
thrilling a guy from him. But now I just want to give Sawyer what he gave me.

"I want to suck you off,"
I whisper awkwardly. "Could you teach me how to do it?"

Chapter
Three

I get up and sit on my haunches
on his bed, my hands on my breasts to cover them, because I just can’t sit
there confidently naked. Sawyer stares at the curves of my boobs, pushed up by
my hands. Some women might get annoyed that he’s looking at the breasts and not
at the face, but considering he didn’t look at the huge, almost-bare breasts on
screen, I feel privileged.

His gaze moves up. "Claire,
I’m not asking you to do something for me that you aren’t ready to do."

Sawyer is unlike any gorgeous guy
I’ve ever known. Gorgeous guys in my home town knew they were good-looking, and
tried to get everything they could. As fast as they could. That was Trey’s
reputation. Now I’m starting to wonder why I actually liked him.

"Oh, I’m ready," I say.

I wriggle down the bed until my
face is in line with his crotch. Hooking my fingers in the waistband of his
pants, I lift up and kiss the bulge of his erection. I kiss along the line of
the zipper. Run my tongue over the hard, long ridge.

I want to make this sexy.

Trying to be sexy is very fun.

Sawyer, braced on his arms on the
bed, looks down at me. "You’ve never done it before?"

I shake my head. I gaze up at his
truly spectacular violet eyes as I undo the snap of his fly. "But I want
to try."

But am I filling him with fear? My
inexperienced teeth are going to be near his—well, some pretty sensitive
places.

But he says, "You are
gorgeous."

Okay, I like the way this is going.

To be daring, I take the zipper in
my teeth—not in the most graceful way—then try to tug it down. When I get stuck
part way, I finish with my hands. White briefs peek out at me.

In the soft light, I can just
barely get a sense of what the cock in those briefs must look like. I can see
how it curves, pressing against the cotton. It’s so thick and hard and is held
so snugly, I can see bulge of the head and even a hint of the crown that rings
the head.

I press my lips to the
cotton-covered ridge and kiss it.

Above me, he groans.

I kiss my way to the head, and when
I find it, I suck it through the fabric. His earthy, rich smell surrounds me.
Now I’m eager to unveil his cock and kiss it for real.

"I want to do it really well,"
I tell him.

He looks at me under his long
lashes. "I’m going to love anything you do. Just imagining your beautiful
mouth on me—hell, I’m ready to explode."

But I need to know what to do to
thrill him. "Could you tell me what you like?"

"You want me to guide you
through it?"

"Yes." I arch up and kiss
the full head through his undies again. "I want you to explain it to me
step by step."

He laughs at that. "I wouldn’t
last if I do that. Surprise me, Claire."

That doesn’t help. He pulls his
jeans down to his thighs, allowing me to take his briefs down. I hold my breath
as I do, excited and nervous.

His cock springs out, rigid and
thick. It points upward and I follow the length with my eyes, taking in every
detail. I never dreamed the first time I saw a guy’s cock it would be mere
inches from my face.

It’s so long. That I didn’t expect.
I mean, girls talk about size and length and I overheard conversations in
school. We were in puberty and things like penis size were to be marveled over.
Anything over eight inches elicited ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’. One guy in our school
was supposed to have a penis that was twelve inches long, though no one
actually admitted to have seen it up close and personal.

Even though I never dated in high
school, I read about sex. Different acts, different kinky things. I had a
friend who used to get instructional books like:
How to Thrill a Guy in
Seven Sex Acts
and
Successful Secrets of a Modern Courtesan
. We used
to read them in her bedroom. In those books, size was discussed a lot.

I have no idea how many inches
Sawyer possesses but it looks enormous.

I love its aroma—it smells ripe and
rich. I wonder if it tastes like it smells. In mere moments, I’m going to find
out.

His prick looks primitive, I
realize. Veins run along it. It is a dusky color, almost purple at the head,
which I guess is from all the blood surging in it.

I part my lips. Without further
ado, I gobble the head inside my mouth. My eyes open wide at how much I have to
stretch my mouth to take him in. He really is huge.

Now that it’s in my mouth, what do
I do with it?

I dab at it with my tongue. The
head is satin smooth, the crown a firm ring. On the shaft, his skin is like
velvet over steel.

When I explore with my tongue,
Sawyer groans.

When I strum my tongue across the
full head, around the crown, he moans.

When I start to suck hard, he cries
out. When he shouts, it’s a deep, sexy, hoarse cry.

I made him do that.

It was that intense.

Quivers go through me. I want this
to be so good for him. Going intense must be the way to thrill him, mustn’t it?

My jaws start to hurt, I’m sucking
so hard. I go up and down his shaft. He fills my mouth so much—I never quite
expected that. I can’t go further than halfway down his shaft. I’d love to take
him all the way in, but how do you do it?

His hips start to move in rhythm to
my bobbing. I have to clamp my mouth tight around him to control him.

I realize: he’s all mine right now.
I can do whatever I want. I touch his balls, fascinated to see what they feel
like. Soft, wrinkly, and I can feel the testicles inside. Then they tighten up
as I play with them.

I can indulge every fantasy I’ve
ever had.

I can stroke his amazing balls and
discover all sorts of intriguing information. I can run my fingers over his
pronounced hip bones—one of his sexiest parts.

Of the dozens of sexy parts he has.

I stroke his ass. He has the hardest,
tightest, most incredible butt. It’s way firmer than mine of course. As he
pumps slowly into my mouth, against the resistance of my lips and tongue and
suction, his muscles flex.

I wriggle my finger between his ass
cheeks and work it a little way into his anus. Just like he did to me.

"Claire." His voice is
kind of strangled. His cock grows in my mouth.

I let my lips open wider to
accommodate him and his cock swells and thickens against my tongue. Then he
jerks his hips up and I feel his shaft pulse and the head grow huge. I feel him
shooting. Suddenly I have a mouthful of fluid—it’s slightly sour, musky, and
thick.

I’ve never done this before, but I
read it is supposed to be an intimate gesture to swallow. Anyway, I don’t know
what else to do.

When I gulp it down, his hips lurch
and his shoulders lift off the bed. He moans long and hard. His cock softens in
my mouth, and I feel powerful. I give him a last vigorous sucking. I want to
make this last forever.

"Whoa!" He jerks upright.

He touches my head. "I’m too
sensitive." A rough laugh comes from deep in his chest. "I can’t take
anymore."

Sliding his arm underneath me,
Sawyer scoots me back up on his bed. Then he kisses me deeply, even though I
must taste of him.

He breaks the kiss, falls onto the
bed beside me. "You’ve really never done that before?"

"First time." Then I
wonder if I should have pretended to be more experienced. I always thought guys
would like virgins. In high school, I discovered girls were made fun of for
being virgins and mocked for having sex. It was a no-win situation.

"No one’s ever done that
before. You know, put a finger in my asshole. I didn’t know—fuck, it was
intense."

Fuck. Actually, I would kind of
like to do that right now. I’m worked up again by giving him pleasure. But he seems
satiated and happy. So I’ll go with that.

I don’t know what to do now. Should
I ask?

Sawyer yawns. "I’m tired,
Claire. Would you like to spend the night here?"

He yanks down the sheets and lifts
me again to work them down underneath me. I squeal in surprise. We share a
smile and the moment leaves me breathless. His hair is tousled, his eyes
sleepy. His breathing slow and heavy.

I’ve done that to him.

We’re naked and he wraps his arms
around me, in his bed, after pulling the covers over us.

"I should go back to my dorm,"
I mumble. But I don’t want to drag myself out of his warm bed.

"Don’t go. Sleep here tonight,
with me. I’ll drive you back to the campus in the morning."

I really do want to spend the night
with him. But…"I have to go to the bathroom."

"Just down the hall. I’ve got
a robe hanging on the door. Use that."

As I get out of bed, he settles on
one of his pillows and closes his eyes. I thought he might stay awake until I
returned. But he seems really exhausted.

His robe smells of him and I wrap
it tight around me. It trails almost to my ankles.

In the bathroom, I wash my hands. I
hope he did like it. He came really hard, so it must have been okay.

When I get back to his room, Sawyer
is curled up on his side. He looks so boyish and beautiful in his sleep. I
can’t believe I just had my first sexual experience with this gorgeous guy. I
mean, even without penetration, this is definitely an erotic experience.

Lifting the covers, I slip into bed
beside him. My feet slide down his long bare legs. I cuddle up to his tight,
naked butt and wrap my arm around his narrow waist. My breasts are against the
hardness of his back, my fingers are brushing against his thick pubic curls,
and my crotch is tight to the amazing curves of his ass. It’s mind-blowing.

Later, in the middle of the night,
I wake up and roll over. Sawyer rolls over too, and spoons against me, soft
cock against my bottom, his hand resting gently on my breasts.

True, I don’t know a lot about
Sawyer, other than the fact he’s gorgeous and sexy. And he races street bikes.
And he does one night stands, which is something I’m trying not to think about.
Lying in bed with him snuggled against me is so thrilling it takes me a long,
long time to go to sleep.

Maybe this is the last time I will
see him.

God, I
hope not.

* * *

In the morning, I wake up alone.
That surprises me, scares me, makes my stomach drop to my toes. I pull on my
clothes. He left me in bed and went…somewhere. Upstairs, I guess.

Was it just to get breakfast and
not disturb me? If so, that was sweet. But if I’d woken up first, I think I
would have just wanted to watch him.

I go up to the kitchen and walk in
expecting to see Sawyer because I hear male voices…

Conversation stops.

Two guys are seated at the kitchen
table—one is blond, the other has long auburn hair that spills over his t-shirt
clad shoulders. The handsome guy with the shaved head is frying bacon. A
lot
of bacon. An entire one-pound, cellophane-sealed package, in fact. He scoops
out the strips, drops them on a plate, and eats a few pieces with his fingers
while frying more.

I recognize them all from last
night when I arrived. Sawyer’s roommates.

"Uh." I say. "Hi."

Since I’ve never had sex with
anyone, I’ve never done anything like this before: I’ve never been in a guy’s
house first thing in the morning, with a bunch of strange roommates I don’t
know. I feel weird and self-conscious. I mean: they know why I’m here. It’s not
like I can pretend Sawyer and I were just studying and I fell asleep in a
chair.

My stomach clenches with hunger.
But what do I do? I’m Sawyer’s guest. What is the etiquette? Has Emily Post
ever written an entry on the proper behavior when scavenging food that belongs
to the roomies of a guy with whom you sort of had a one night stand?

In the light of day, now I can’t
believe I got pretty intimate with a guy I barely know. It’s completely unlike
me. No wonder Sawyer has had so many one night stands at Yardley. He just makes
you melt. He made me so aroused that my brain couldn’t think of anything but
wanting him.

And again the question rears up:
What’s going to happen now?  Will I see him again?

Should I even sit down at the
breakfast table? Someone has brewed coffee but no one has offered me any. This
is far beyond the capacity of a shy and awkward girl to figure out.

Then Sawyer strolls into the
kitchen. He has his cell phone against his ear. His expression is tense, and he
rubs his thumb across his forehead. "Does it have to be tonight?" he
asks into the phone.

His expression turns grimmer. "Okay.
Okay. I’ll do it. Usual time and place? Yeah. Got it. I’ll be there. Threats
aren’t necessary, man."