Captive (18 page)

Tristan pressed his lips against her sex through the fabric and Sarah gasped and then
shuddered. She felt his hands at her hips, pulling her panties down. Though her pulse
was racing, she didn’t resist as he slipped her underwear off. She could barely breathe
when his gaze fixed on her sex. Tristan glanced up at her and smiled again. Then he
lowered his head.

Tristan had known Sarah’s taste would be intoxicating. When his tongue flicked over
her, the delicate skin already slick with desire, he was reminded of salt and honey.
He glanced up at her and reveled in her expression of wonder and desire. It was still
unbelievable to Tristan that he would be the man to teach her this pleasure. He moved
his lips along her damp folds, building pressure, exploring her and gauging her reactions.
When his tongue stroked her clit, Sarah bucked up with a startled cry.

She looked down at him, her cheeks flushed with lust and a little embarrassment at
her body’s instinctive reactions. Tristan smiled and kissed her inner thigh, then
bent to suckle the most sensitive part of Sarah’s body. She shuddered and sighed,
but finally let herself ease into the strokes of Tristan’s tongue.

His body felt like a coiled spring. The scent of her, the taste, made Tristan want
Sarah more than seemed bearable. He wanted to be inside her, to feel her sheath clenching
around his cock. Instead he held his instinct in check and concentrated on Sarah.
Her hips began to rock against his mouth and she moaned.

While he continued to lick her clit, Tristan caressed Sarah’s opening and then slipped
a finger inside her. She drew a sharp breath and arched up. Working her clit with
his lips and tongue, Tristan slid a second finger into Sarah’s core and began to stroke
her from within.

She was so hot and tight, and so goddamn wet, it made Tristan’s cock ache and his
ball sac grow heavy, insisting on relief soon.

Fucking hell. Hold it together.

It wasn’t like Tristan to feel like he might lose control. He’d never wanted a woman
as much as he wanted Sarah. The need to claim her, to ride her until he’d taken his
pleasure, was wild within him. But he was determined not to rush her. Since Sarah
was a virgin, he couldn’t avoid causing her pain in this, their first time together.
Tristan could, however, ensure that she experienced pleasure as well.

Tristan felt Sarah’s body tighten around his fingers. Her breath came in shallow pulls
and her skin was hot. He increased the pressure of his mouth on her clit and sped
up the thrusts of his fingers. Sarah was rocking into his mouth and fingers, matching
the rhythm. She arched up and cried out at the same moment that hot, liquid silk rushed
over Tristan’s fingers and her sex pulsed its climax.

Kissing his way up her body, Tristan let his hips settle between Sarah’s thighs. The
head of his cock slid against the heat of her wet cleft and Tristan gritted his teeth
against the overwhelming urge to thrust into her.

Sarah was breathing hard.

“Tristan.” She reached up to hold his face in her hands. “Oh my God.”

He bent and kissed her mouth, letting his weight press her into the mattress. He felt
the swell of her breasts, soft and heavy against his chest and he rocked his hips
forward, letting his cock nudge into her slick opening.

Sarah kissed him harder, lifting her hips to meet him, and he pushed farther, sliding
inside her until he felt resistance. Sarah felt it too and tensed. Her fingers dug
into his shoulders.

“Tristan?” she whispered.

Tristan pulled back from their kiss, looking down at her. Her eyes had widened slightly
and they were searching his for reassurance.

“Are you all right?” he asked. Propping himself up with one arm, Tristan cupped her
breast with his other hand, teasing her nipple with his fingertips.

“Yes.” Sarah arched up into his hand. “I want you. Please. I want you inside me.”

Tristan bent to kiss her again. Sarah’s arms slid around his neck and Tristan pushed
into her, hard and deep. He felt Sarah’s breath catch with pain. He continued to kiss
her, easing her into the slow rhythm of his thrusts as her body stretched to accommodate
him.

When he felt Sarah’s hands slide down his back to grasp his hips and her legs wrapped
around him, Tristan let himself stroke deeper and faster. She was tightening around
him and he knew Sarah was close to another orgasm. She moved with him, lifting her
hips to let him thrust deeper still.

Sarah’s fingers dug into his hips and she cried out. Her body shuddered and her sex
pulsed around his cock. As Sarah came, Tristan finally let himself ride her as hard
as he wanted to. He reached beneath her, lifting her hips so he could bury himself
deep within her over and over. Then he was coming, his seed spurting inside her and
an accompanying tide of pleasure washing through his body.

Tristan groaned as he spent himself. Sarah clung to him, holding his body close as
she felt him climax. He rolled to the side, pulling Sarah into the curve of his body.

He stroked her hair and kissed her shoulder. Sarah tangled her arms with his.

“I don’t know what to say,” she murmured.

Tristan laughed quietly. “You don’t have to say anything.”

“But I—” Sarah hesitated.

Tristan tightened his arms around her.

“I want you to know,” Sarah whispered. “I didn’t know what it would be like.”

Smiling into her hair, Tristan asked, “What was it like?”

“Beautiful,” Sarah replied, tucking her chin into her chest as if embarrassed.

Tristan ran his hand down the length of her body. “For me, too.”

Sarah rolled over so she was face-to-face with him. When he met her eyes, looked at
her face, the flare of emotion was so sudden and intense, Tristan felt like he’d been
socked in the gut.

Damn
.

He’d been worried about control when he was fucking her, but Tristan saw now that
where he’d really lost control was in another arena entirely.

Noticing the changed expression on Tristan’s face, Sarah frowned. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” Tristan said quickly. He brushed his lips across her forehead.

She watched him for a moment, then said, “Things have gotten very complicated, haven’t
they?”

Tristan swallowed hard and laced his fingers with Sarah’s. “Yes. I think they have.”

FOR A LONG
time Tristan and Sarah lay together, each watching the other. Neither speaking. Then
Tristan unlaced his fingers from Sarah��s and stroked her cheek. Cupping her face,
he kissed her, tenderly at first, but then parted her lips with his and tasted her
mouth and tongue.

Sarah’s body warmed, her muscles becoming pliant as Tristan’s hands followed the curve
of her waist and hip. His fingers slid over her ass and her body arched toward him.
Gripping her hips, Tristan held Sarah slightly apart.

“Are you sore?”

Sarah frowned, then blushed when she understood his meaning. She shifted her weight,
considering the question. “Maybe a little, but not enough to . . . I mean, I want
to . . . if you—”

She blushed again, feeling both shy and ridiculous.
What am I, sixteen?

Tristan kissed Sarah’s forehead and her cheek. Now that he was closer, Sarah felt
his stiff cock press into her thigh.

“Oh.” She glanced down at his erection.

“As you’ve noticed,” Tristan said, smiling at her, “I want to.”

Returning his smile, Sarah said, “This time, there’s something I want to do.”

“Whatever you like.” Tristan bent to kiss her, but when he started to push her down,
Sarah resisted, rolling him onto his back.

“You said, whatever I like,” Sarah said, leaning over him. “I like this.”

She pressed her lips to his collarbone. His chest. Her tongue circled his nipple and
then flicked lightly along his abdomen. She smiled when Tristan’s body tensed with
anticipation.

“Sarah.” His hips rocked up slightly and the tip of his cock brushed her chin.

Turning her face, Sarah let her lips brush against the head of his rigid length. He
shifted his weight and groaned as she traced the outline of his erection with whispered
kisses. With each touch of her lips, Sarah felt him harden more. His cock twitched
up, seeking the heat of her mouth and the grip of her hands.

Sarah ran her tongue along Tristan’s full length and then took him into her mouth.

“Oh my God.” Tristan’s thighs flexed under Sarah. She tasted salt and spice at the
tip of his cock.

Taking a firm grip at the root of his erection, Sarah stroked him while her mouth
and tongue matched the pace of her hand.

Tristan began to thrust into her mouth. He swelled against her lips. Suddenly he grasped
Sarah’s upper arms and pulled her away from his cock and onto his chest.

“If you keep going I’ll come in your mouth,” he said.

“Would that be such a bad thing?” Sarah smiled down at him.

“Not at all,” said Tristan with a smile of his own. “But I’m not ready for this to
be over yet.”

Cupping the nape of Sarah’s neck, Tristan drew her down into a kiss. His other hand
slid between their bodies. Pressing his palm against the shape of her sex, Tristan
let his fingers begin to delve between her folds.

Sarah made a small sound against Tristan’s mouth and moved against his hand.

Tristan broke their kiss. “You’re already so wet.”

“Yes.” Sarah kissed him again, a little surprised herself that going down on Tristan
had made her so ready for him. Then again, having his cock in her mouth was something
Sarah had fantasized about. So was what she wanted to do next.

Sarah grasped Tristan’s wrist and pulled his hand away from her. Straddling him, she
lowered herself until she felt the head of his cock pushing into her slick opening.
Her body was electric with the power she felt as he watched her. She reached for Tristan’s
hands and curved them over her breasts. Sarah closed her eyes as he cupped them and
felt their weight.

Slowly, she lowered herself onto Tristan’s cock. Her eyes opened wider, as the feeling
of him so deep inside her was almost startling. Tristan made a low sound and propped
himself up on one elbow. His other arm wrapped around her, pulling her close so he
could draw her breast into his mouth.

Sarah tangled her fingers in Tristan’s hair. Her other hand gripped his shoulder as
she lifted her hips and began to ride him. His teeth grazed Sarah’s nipple and she
gasped, driving her hips down hard. Tristan continued to suckle her breasts and she
moved, stroking up and down his cock with more urgency.

Heat and friction built an extraordinary pressure deep within Sarah. She let her head
drop back, her silken hair touching the bare skin of her shoulders. No longer fully
controlling the rise and fall of her hips, Sarah let her body take over. The base
of Tristan’s cock rubbed her clit, while inside her the head of his erection stroked
hidden sites of intense pleasure.

Crying out as she came, hard and sudden, Sarah’s fingers dug into Tristan’s shoulders.
She felt her sex rippling around him, clasping his cock with pulse after pulse of
overwhelming sensation.

She was still dizzy from her climax when Tristan’s mouth covered hers and, still inside
her, he rolled Sarah onto her back. She gasped, ready to protest. Even his slow strokes
felt like too much for her to take. But Tristan’s lips and tongue coaxed her into
the new rhythm. Soon she felt her hips lifting to meet his thrusts as that now-familiar
tension stirred in her core. Tristan began to move faster and Sarah slid her hands
over his back to cup his ass, loving the way his muscles flexed under her touch with
each stroke.

Sarah could feel that Tristan was holding back, keeping himself in check for fear
of hurting her. But she wanted him to let go. To feel the wonderful abandon she’d
experienced when he’d turned control over to her fully.

“I want you to take me,” she murmured into his neck. “Take me now. As hard as you
want.”

Tristan’s body tensed and he kissed her temple. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He reached beneath Sarah, tilting her hips up, and thrust. Sarah bucked against him,
crying out from the sheer pleasure of having him buried to the hilt inside of her.
Tristan braced her hips against him and stroked in and out of her. Sarah ran her hands
up his arms, reveling in his taut muscles, in his sheer male power. The tension building
in her clit crested and washed over her. Sarah gasped and let the tide of pleasure
carry her.

Tristan’s cock grew even harder inside her as he thrust again and again. With a groan
of pleasure he came and Sarah felt his cock pumping Tristan’s seed deep inside her.

After pushing the damp hair from Sarah’s forehead, Tristan bent to kiss her. He pulled
out of her and rolled onto his side, drawing Sarah against him. Tucked against Tristan’s
body, Sarah found herself adrift in unexpected emotions.

How can I be so comfortable here? Feel so safe?

She tried to remind herself that Tristan was still her enemy. That all of this was
a bizarre twist in the plans she’d laid. But lying to herself was no longer viable.
Tristan had become something wholly unanticipated. She was in the arms of a man she
trusted. And whom, though the very notion still struck her as impossible, she’d begun
to love.