Willing Captive

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 bru

sh 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.”