Willing Captive (22 page)

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Already in bed
waiting for Nox, I smooth down the sheets, wanting everything to be
perfect.

Tonight is the night I hand in my
V
-card. So it’s a pretty special day. I probably
should’ve done something to mark the occasion.

Like bake a
cake.

Or blown up
balloons.

Streamers would’ve
been nice.

Boo was damn excited
about it. And, my goodness, the things she told me! I read erotica
a lot, but when you have nothing to compare these things to, they
become confusing. So give a girl a break!

Shaved legs?

Check.

Underarms okay?

I sniff myself.

Meh. It’ll do.

Brushed teeth?

Check and check.

And just as I reach
down to adjust my underwear, Nox walks in. So I snap my hand up and
out of the covers. But it’s too late.

Shit!

Nox’s eyes widen and
he says, “Oh, please don’t let me stop you, baby. Keep going.”

Yep. It looked like
I was touching myself.

My
face flames and I bite out, “I wasn’t doing
that
.”

He creeps over to
the bed, places a knee on the mattress, and leans over to me,
murmuring, “It’s been a long fucking day and I need that
mouth.”

Reaching up as he
leans down, our mouths connect. He tangles a hand in my hair and
kisses me deeper, groaning. Just as the kiss gets intense, he pulls
away and says, “No. I don’t wanna get carried away. I need to
shower, and if we keep this up I’ll be too lazy to do it
later.”

He smiles down at
me, “Is it okay if we pick this up in ten?”

My voice hoarse, I
reply, “Ten minutes. Any longer and I’ll come in after you.”

Climbing off the
bed, his eyes darken and become hooded. “Just try keeping me away.”
He walks over to the bathroom and I land back on the bed with a
plop.

This seduction thing
is harder than I thought.

Chapter
Seventeen
All
systems go

Lily

As soon as Nox steps
out of the bathroom in only a pair of white boxers, he comes
straight for me.

Biting my lip,
I’m suddenly nervous. The energy in the room just went from still
to sizzling-hot in a mere second. And I’m turned on. Just from the
sight of him.

As he strides over
to the bed, I take him in. His dark, usually buzzed hair is a
little longer now. Just enough to run your fingers through. Big,
muscly arms, thick and strong legs, defined abs, broad chest and
shoulders is enough to make me lick my lips in anticipation.

Nice.

Never in my life
would I have thought I could get a man that looks like this…but,
here we are.

Funny how things
work.

The bed dips and he
lies down next to me. Looking completely indifferent, he avoids my
eyes when he asks in an overly bored tone, “Wanna make out?”

Reaching behind me,
I grab hold of a pillow and bring it down on his head. His body
shakes with silent laughter. Throwing the pillow off, he grabs hold
of my wrist and pulls me to him. Sitting up, he sits me on his lap
facing him. Eyes smiling, he says, “Hey.”

A small smile graces
my lips. “Hi.”

His fingers play at
my back, teasing the edge of my tank, stroking the sensitive skin
there. I’m already getting antsy and we’ve just started.
Remembering my mission, I decide I need to make a gesture for him
to get the message.

Crossing my arms
across my stomach, I grip the sides of my tank and lift it off,
leaving me in nothing but a pair of black panties (thanks to
Boo).

Nox blinks at my
bare chest a while before his eyes hood, and he lowers his face
into the valley between my breasts, nuzzling the flesh there.
Sighing, I wrap my arms around his head and whisper, “I want you,
Nox.”

His faces stills in
my cleavage, his body tight.

Lifting his head,
our eyes meet. He searches my face a minute before asking, “Are you
sure?” Just as I’m about to answer, he adds, “’Cause it doesn’t
matter to me. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You
don’t have to do this for me.”

Smiling at the flush that appears on his neck, I take his face
in my hands and kiss him sweetly. “I want to do this for me.
Because I want it to be you. I always want to think back and know
I
chose
you. It’s mine to give
and I want you.”

Gripping my hips
tightly, he loosens his hold and slowly runs his hands up and down
my sides. Still not convinced, he whispers, “I won’t pressure you.
Not ever.”

Rubbing the tip of
my nose lightly against his, I whisper back, “You’re not. You’re
being super sweet and I love that. But I want this. Really
badly.”

His blue eyes
flash.

Before he can do
anything, I reach down between us and wrap my hand around his
boxer-covered erection. He hisses and leans back a little. Taking
this as permission, I reach down with my other hand and rub him
nice and slow.

His eyes close and
he mutters, “Keep doing that and I’m not gonna last, princess.”

I don’t want it to
end so soon!

Pulling my hands back, I enquire, “So if
it
happens, that’s it? You’re done?” I can’t keep the
disappointment out of my voice.

Nox chuckles and
suddenly I feel stupid. My chin dips. Feeling my embarrassment, his
laughter stops. Placing his fingers at my chin, he lifts my face
and says through a smile, “No, baby. I could go all night with you.
It takes about ten minutes for me to, uh…” He clears his throat,
thinking of a word. “…recharge, but then I’m good to go again.”

Reaching down again,
I take his length in my hands, stroking and ask quietly, “What’s
the problem then?”

His eyes close once
more and he mumbles, “I forget.”

Feeling a little
like a child telling secrets, I lean closer to his ear and say,
“Take off your shorts. I want to see you.”

I’m grateful he
doesn’t make me beg. Reaching down, he grips the edges of his
shorts and tugs. They come down only so far because of my position,
so I take them down the rest of the way.

And stare.

It
really is
big
.

Making a snap
decision, I do something I’ve always wanted to try. I bend at the
waist and swipe my tongue up the length of his shaft.

His body jerks as if
electricity runs through it and he groans, “Baby, fuck!”

I think back to what
Boo told me.

“
Under the head is very sensitive so be careful with it. Start
slow. Use your hand in an up-down motion. And don’t use teeth.
Listen to him for encouragement. If he groans and shifts around,
you’re doing good.”

Holding his shaft in
my hand, I hold it straight up, and place my mouth over the head,
just to get a feel of it. When Nox groans again, I lower my mouth
further then lift. Making a rhythm, I start bobbing my head slow
and shallow on his dick. His hands move to my head and I take that
as a sign to keep going. I bob deeper, making sure not to gag
myself, and suck a little harder. Nox moans, “Holy-fuck-shit!”

Becoming courageous,
I stroke as I suck him, and his body bucks. I do this for a little
while longer and he grinds out, “Baby, seriously not gonna
last.”

Taking my mouth off
him for a second, I utter, “I want to see.”

Panting, his
hips start moving and he pushes deeper into my mouth. He thrusts
faster and faster, then suddenly, he pulls free of my mouth and
strokes his throbbing erection against his marred
stomach.

I watch closely as
he finds his release.

His face turns
pained, his balls tighten and I see the exact moment it happens.
Gripping it tightly, his angry looking shaft throbs and creamy
white cum spurts onto his stomach, once, twice, three and finally,
a fourth time.

Imitating a limp
noodle, he falls back onto the bed. He looks exhausted. Panting as
if he ran a mile, sweating and droopy. His erection deflates and he
peeks at me through one eye. He catches my small smile and asks,
“How’d I do? Did I get the job?”

I
like
Funny
Nox
. He’s not at
all like
Moody
Bastard Nox
.

Leaning back, I take
him in. Awestruck, I whisper, “It was perfect.”

Moving to the side, I take some tissue off the nightstand and
wipe the come from his scarred stomach. When I’m done he holds out
an arm, and I lie down next to him. He tucks me into him, lowers
his mouth, and kisses me. Between kisses, he utters, “It
was
perfect. Thank you, baby.”

Pecking his lips, I
say against them, “That was fun.”

His kisses start
soft. Running his hands up and down my back, his hands linger
lower. His fingers brush the elastic at my waist and his hands
slowly venture into the back of my panties, gripping my butt
tightly. He kneads the flesh there and I moan into his mouth.

Taking his mouth off
mine, he lowers his head to my chest, closing his mouth over one
taut nipple. He sucks hard and my eyes roll into the back of my
head.

He’s
so
good at
this.

I feel a surge of
wetness at my core and press my legs together, trying my hardest to
hold it inside. Nox releases one nipple before taking the other one
into his mouth, giving it the same treatment. He runs his thumb
over the free nipple, and my core contracts with an uncontrollable
jerk.

My breathing turns
heavy and I sigh low in my throat.

I want more.

I’m unsure of the
protocol on men being able to get it up in ten minutes or under
after a previous release, but I feel something hard poke my belly.
Reaching down, I run a finger from the base of him to the very tip,
and groaning, he bites my nipple. Hard.

My already moist
core floods as I grip his head tight and gasp.

That. Was.
Wicked.

His hand slides from
my hip, across my belly, down lower until he cups my panty-covered
sex.

I’m suddenly
mortified.

His fingers
start to slip inside and I grab hold of his hand, gripping it
tightly while pressing my legs shut even further. I whisper,
“Nox-”

But he cuts me off.
Cupping my cheek, he says softly, “No, princess. Don’t. I told you
I wouldn’t pressure you. Ever. And it’s totally cool. We don’t have
to do a damn thing. As long as I got you sleeping next to me, I’m
good.”

Insert dreamy sigh
here.

Shutting my eyes, I
lean forward, place my lips to his ear and mumble.

Rubbing my back, he
says, “I didn’t catch that.”

I
whisper hiss, “I think I’m
too
wet. There’s something wrong with me!”

Feeling his smile on
my jaw, his hand slides down my belly, under the waist band of my
panties, but he doesn’t go further. His breath warms my cheek as he
says hoarsely, “Open for me, baby.”

As if that were the
magic password, my legs part like the Red Sea did for Moses.

His hand slides in
and his fingers brush the very wet, very aroused magic button of my
sex. He stills before burying his face in my neck, muttering, “So
wet. So hot. So fucking hot.”

He grinds his hot
and hard erection into my hip and I’m beginning to think maybe
being this wet is not a bad thing.

Feeling my uncertainty, Nox states, “Nothing wrong with you,
baby. You’re beautiful.
This
is beautiful.” Looking up at me through crystal-clear blue
eyes, he asks, “You still want this?”

Nodding immediately,
I utter, “More than I want my next breath.” Without another word,
his hands come low on my hips, pulling down my panties. I lift my
hips and then they’re gone.

I feel so
exposed. Almost as if he can see right into me. Into my
soul.

My arms come up to
cross over my breasts and Nox pushes them away. “Don’t hide from
me. I love looking at you. You’re beautiful, baby. Don’t hide.”

Reaching up, I pull
his face down to mine and kiss him. He shifts so our bodies mesh
together. Me on my back and him lying on top of me. My legs part
and he fits between them, our sexes come together and it’s better
than anything I’ve ever felt in my life. My core pulses and I moan
into his mouth, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

His length nestles
between my wet folds and he thrusts slowly. The friction against my
bud sparks something primal inside of me. I lift my legs and wrap
them around his hips, moaning. He picks up pace, his thrusts
becoming harder and a little faster. My heart rate elevates and my
chest heaves. My stomach flips around like a fish out of water. Pin
prickles fan out along my spine. Tightening my legs around his
hips, he pushes harder onto my sweet spot and a keening cry bursts
out of me.

My hips jerk and the
spasms start. His dick nestles further into my folds and I see
stars.

I’m floating in a
river of ecstasy, drinking a fruity cocktail of bliss with a cute
little umbrella on the side. When the contractions slow, I lean my
head back on the pillow and moan, “I love sex.”

Nox’s head falls
onto my stomach as his body shakes with laughter. I don’t even have
the energy to be embarrassed about my wanton hussiness. That was
effing awesome.

After a moment’s
recovery, Nox lifts his head and I feel his hand at my mound. His
eyes meet mine. He rubs me gently, up and down, and my eyes
flutter.

It’s perfect. He
knows not to be too rough right now.

My pulse quickens
and the happy feelings start to sizzle. Still soaking wet, I feel
his thick finger circle my entrance, as if asking permission. I
lift my hips a little and the tip of his finger slips inside.