Captured Secret (The Captured Series) (16 page)

I feel his wet, hot mouth latch onto my nipple again. I rake in a big breath as he runs his tongue up my chest to my neck and nips behind my ear. Ty releases his grip which allows me to lean down and kiss his shoulder. His skin is hot as I lick up his neck to his jaw, and hear him moan my name. Just as I get to where I need to move up a bit for his mouth, he takes control and pulls me back. I let out a cry of protest.

“Stella…” Ty’s eyes are stern and say ‘be quiet’ without words. He places both hands on the top of my thighs and they disappear under my dress. When his fingers touch my panties, I fist my hands in his hair, but don’t pull him in to me. It’s obvious that kissing is not allowed. My body is on fire to the point where I could care less. He closes his thighs which bring mine together. I’m about to protest when he slides my panties down and pulls my left leg out, only to leave them hanging on my right thigh.

“How am I going to find you, Stella? Dripping for me?” I nod yes with my mouth slack, sucking in ragged breaths. “Say it for me, tell me.”

“Wet, soaking wet,” I say softly and watch both hands disappear again under my dress. His thighs open which spread mine wide. I moan just thinking about what is coming. The anticipation and need is building, and I feel like I might lose control.

Both thumbs slide over my slit and part my lower lips. “Damn.” He pulls his left hand out to adjust himself in his jeans. “I’m hard as fuck for you.” I reach down and unsnap the top button of his jeans. I pull down his zipper, and lose focus of my task when both of his thumbs slide into my inner folds. He skims my clitoris and rubs over it softly, almost too slowly. I sag at the utter pleasure his beautiful, artistic hands give me. Ty picks up the pace, slipping and sliding through my wet flesh, until I almost break apart.

“Oh God, Ty.” I look in his eyes and can’t help but smile. “Yes,” I show my appreciation when two fingers enter me slowly and every muscle in my opening grabs hold.

“You are so fucking hot and wet. I can’t believe I fit in this tight, little pussy the other night.” He pushes in and out. Those fingers twist on the way in and rub my sensitive walls. Painstakingly slow this time, he retreats only to push back inside of me. “You feel so amazing.” I reach into his boxer briefs and spring free his erection. He is gorgeous, thick, long, and hard. The skin is so soft, as I swirl my finger around his thick head. Perfect, I want him inside me so bad that my hips roll forward, only to have him shove his fingers deeper.

I moan at the deep connection, so Ty covers my mouth with his left hand. Warmth builds in my belly as his movements pick up. That skilled thumb slides over my clit each time he pushes those thick fingers into my opening. Moments later, I burst! I bellow his name right into the palm of his hand and bite down, trying to muffle my cries as I ride this amazing high. “Yeah, Baby, that’s it…ride it out…let it all go.”

Ty uncovers my mouth when my moaning stops. My head slumps with satisfaction as I rest it on his shoulder. I use my right hand and grip his shaft. He thrusts his hips up, and all his hardness pulses under my touch. He wraps his right hand around mine and we start to glide up and down his thick dick. My left hand grips his stroking hand and we now have three hands on his shaft at one time. The back of his fingers from his free hand slips and slides over my sensitive clit. His movements are not slow and easy. This time, they are fast and determined. It doesn’t take long to feel the build-up. I let go of his hand that is helping me stroke his cock and grip his balls. “You have to be quiet this time, Baby. I don’t have a free hand. Can you do that?” I lift my head and shake my head yes, because I’m nearing climax again.

His lips part, and he’s sucking in ragged shallow breathes. “Stella, God, yes...don’t stop,” he breathes out at me.

Our hands are moving and working him into frenzy. His sack tightens, and I know he is nearing the end. “Ty…Ty...oh…” I grab a big breath and shatter apart for the second time. His fingers are relentless as I hold my breath so I don’t scream. I stay focused by locking my eyes on his. I ride this orgasm out, and watch him shiver and bite down on his bottom lip. He crashes his face into my shoulder and moans against my neck. I can feel his hot release all over our hands. I lay my head on his shoulder as we try to regain the air in our lungs. He feels so good this close. I could so get used to this casual thing. “Thank you,” I breathe into his sweaty skin.

“No, thank you.” We are startled as Ty’s grandmother calls to us to come down for dessert. We have been summoned, so without a word, we clean up and straighten ourselves. Before we head downstairs, I give him a shy smile, and he reassures me they will have no clue what we did in his bedroom. I’m flushed on my chest, so I pull my long hair forward to camouflage the effect their grandson has on me.

Downstairs, we say our goodbyes as Ty declines dessert. Ty’s grandmother informs him they are going to Smith and Co. on Tuesday night. It’s a fancy restaurant at the top of one of Orlando’s tallest skyscrapers.

“Do invite Pierce and Zoey.”

“Okay, Nan. I know they’ll come.”

She places her hands on Ty’s shoulders. “Oh how I wish you would find a good girl like Pierce has. I’ve never met her but what I hear tells me she’s lovely. Sometimes I wish you had met her first and not, Pierce.” Her eyes shoot over to me. “Stella, I really want Ty to find someone nice to love again. Please keep your eyes open for that perfect girl.” I try not feel offended.
Umm…I’m a good girl, lady.

We jump in the SUV and start back to his flat. Ty takes a call on the ride back. He spends a great deal of time talking to the owner of a local wing bar. As they talk, I relive what just happened in his old bedroom. My body’s instantly ready for round two. I feel like someone flicked a switch inside of me because it’s demanding more…more of Ty. Casual is something I did some time ago, but I don’t remember it feeling this good.

This boy has my mind all wrapped in knots, with questions that I won’t ask, spiraling through my head. I want to know if we will continue to satisfy one another every couple days? What is he feeling and thinking? I’m a chick, I definitely have to read into everything that has transpired between us, but you don’t question a guy who just told you forty-eight hours ago he could only give you one night. Red lights flash in my mind and tell me don’t ask…just enjoy. I certainly don’t want to come off as a stage five clinger. My insides quiver just thinking about his bare chest, thick shaft, and eyes that told me how much he wanted me. I replay our time together over and over in my mind.

S
AMANTHA ASKS OVER
the cubicle wall, “Can I make you another tea?”

“Please,” I’m grateful she is getting up. I just don’t feel like myself today. I’ve been struggling to get through the day. This is not normal Monday dread. The tired I feel is unexplainable. I have chills on and off, and my head feels like it’s full of cobwebs. I’m fighting my eyes, and begging them not to close.

Sam returns with hot tea for me. I feel like all these non-stop days of working might have caught up to me and are knocking on my door today. I text Ty and ask if I can come a little earlier than normal. His reply is, “Of course.”

I only make it to four o’clock. I just can’t sit here and ache another minute. On the drive to Ty’s, I keep my grandma looking sweater on. The chills feel worse. I decide that, when I get to the studio, I’m doing bare minimum and then I’m out. I know Ty will understand if I don’t stay if there is a shoot booked. I can’t lie, I cannot wait to see him today, breathe in his scent, and hear his voice. My Ty fix will just be cut short.

I knock because the door is locked. I try not to just barge in with my key. I ultimately think of this as his home. He opens with a big sexy grin. “Hey you,” the grin fades and he furrows his brow. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“I just feel really tired today.” I look up to his concerned face. “I hope you don’t mind, I’m only going to do bare minimum and get home so I can lie down. All I’ve wanted to do all day is crawl in my bed.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I don’t have any appointments tonight.” He places his hand on my lower back and leads me to the desk. “Why do you feel so warm?”

I dump my body in my computer chair. “I just got out of the car. I barely have time to get the car cooled down and I’m here. Oh, by the way, I liked the traffic-less drive today.”

“You can come this early if it works better for you, I don’t mind.” He sits next to me. I look at his computer screen as my eyes burn and see he was in the process of editing. “You just told me that your car was hot, so why are you wrapped in a sweater?”

“I have the chills today.” I boot up the laptop and log into the studio’s email. He sits and stares at me while I tell him about some modeling agency wanting to schedule a shoot. I type back what he wants me to reply, open another and start reading.

He turns my chair toward him and pulls it between his open thighs. “You’re pale. Don’t worry about my shit.” He grabs my hand and squeezes. “Holy shit, are you running a fever, Stella?” He cups his large hands around my neck. “You’re burning up!” I haven’t had a fever for so long I think I forgot what one feels like. It does all add up. The tiredness, chills, body aches. I’ve just been chalking it up to being worn out. I place my hand over his and mirror his grip on my neck. I can’t help it…I give up being strong today. I feel horrible and the tears well up in my eyes. “Don’t cry, Stella, you’re gonna be okay.”

He lifts me out of my chair and cradles me in his arms like a baby. I can’t help the tears falling on his shirt as I wrap my arm around his thick neck. “I need my purse.”
I can’t go home without my purse
. Having to drive home is enough, but driving back makes me want to cry harder.

“Why do you need your purse?” He chuckles in my ear as he tucks me in tighter to his chest.
God, he smells so delicious
. “You think I’m letting you drive again? You’re crazy. Once you break your fever, we will talk about you going home.”

I push back from him. “Ty, I’m not your problem to take care of.” I try to squirm out of his arms. “Put me down! I’m not ruining your evening by making you tend to me. I am more than capable.”

He grabs me tighter. “Stop pushing at me. I decide what my night will entail, and I was hanging with you anyway. You just won’t be as fun.” We walk into his bedroom, he sets me down and tucks me under his arm like I’m going to run. I’m freezing and he feels so warm. He pulls back the plush covers. “Lie down, I’m going get you something to drink and something for your fever.”

I don’t fight him and crawl into his bed. Ty pulls the covers up to my neck, and tucks my body in with his comfy duvet. My eyes are burning and I need to shut them.

I startle at Ty’s soft touch as I start to fall asleep. “Here, take these,” he tells me softly and hands me two pills with a glass of water. “I called and talked to Zoey. She told me this will break your fever.”

I drink down the pills as Ty strips off my shoes. He sits on the edge of the bed and rubs his thumb over my brow. Shivering, I stare at the clock that reads 5:00 pm. Finally, I lose my battle to stay awake.

“Ugh!” I throw off the cover and sit up. I’m dying of heat. Tugging off my sweater, I throw it to the floor. The thigh highs I was wearing are sticking to my sweaty skin, and I drag them down one leg at a time. I look up in the setting sun light and see Ty watching me from the chaise lounge.

“What’s wrong?” He finally breaks his stare, and comes and sits by me. He looks panicked.

“It’s okay. I’m just breaking this fever.” My dress is sweat soaked on top. “Ty, do you mind if I take a shower?” I wipe my brow and stand; I have to get these wet clothes off.

“No, not at all; let me get you a t-shirt.” I go in Ty’s bathroom and turn on the shower. Realizing I have a workout bag packed in my car, I tell Ty where it is and he runs to get it. The cool water runs down my sticky skin. I wash my hair and body. I could not be more content, smelling like my favorite man. It’s comforting. He’s remaking the bed when I come out in a big white robe. I feel horrible when I see that the clock says it’s almost seven-thirty.

“Ty, I’m so sorry. Let me get changed and I’ll get out of here.” My bag is lying on the chaise. Reaching in, I find little, black, boy shorts, and a black cami-tank . There’s no bra, but I find black, lacy panties. I sit down when a dizzy spell hits.

“Stop apologizing, Stella. You aren’t going anywhere except on my couch. I ordered Chinese and got you either food or clear broth.” He sends me back to the bathroom to change. I finger through my wet hair and come out to find him setting up the couch with pillows and blankets. Ty turns and stops fluffing. His eyes rake up and down my body in my barely there outfit. He grabs my hand and pulls me back into his bedroom. I feel like I’m running to keep up. I stand outside of the closet and he emerges with a white soft V-neck t-shirt. “Please put this on, you’re sick and you…uh…need to cover up.” I feel tears sting my eyes. I just want to go home and not have him see me looking so puny and sickly. I thought that look was him admiring me. I was way off as I gather the shirt over my head.