Taken by Him (Wanted Series #2) Read online

  Taken by Him

  Hazel Kelly

  © 2015 Hazel Kelly

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  All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, brands, organizations, places, and situations is purely coincidental.

  “For though it spins when love begins, the world is not the same.”

  – Don Mclean

  Chapter 1: Wyatt

  I swear to god she smelled like strawberries. I don’t know if it was coming from her hair as it fell around our faces or my imagination, but everything about her told me she was ripe.

  I trailed my fingertips along her wet slit, letting them brush against her clit.

  She must’ve known how wet she was. It was almost amusing to watch her try and fight what her body so obviously wanted.

  I dropped my forehead against hers and watched her pant, my fingers poised and ready to clear her mind.

  “Well?” I asked, my mouth watering.

  “Okay,” she whispered.

  “Okay, what?” I asked, my dick straining at the rasp of her voice.

  “You can come in.”

  I pushed two fingers inside her then, shoving them deeper as she gasped.

  Her pussy clenched around them so tight it made me high, and I watched as her bottom lip fell in front of me.

  I churned them in a circle, working her clit with my thumb until her head fell back against the house and a stream of moonlight found her pale neck.

  “Not here,” she breathed. “Not out here.”

  Her hand pressed down on my wrist, pushing me out of her as her pussy tried to keep me sucked in.

  When her eyes met mine, she looked drunk and unrecognizable. Like she was so overwhelmed by lust she’d completely forgotten herself.

  She turned away from me, her hand shaking as she fumbled for the doorknob.

  I put my hand over hers and helped her turn it, pressing myself up against her as a warning.

  She pushed the door open, revealing a large room with a high ceiling that was pitch black except for a few streams of moonlight spilling in through the windows.

  I didn’t give her time to think or find a switch. I wanted her senses to focus on me and nothing else.

  I swung the door shut behind us and reached forward for her hips.

  She was unsteady in her heels for the first time all night, and she didn’t have to tell me she didn’t normally do this kind of thing. That much was obvious.

  “Turn around,” I said, keeping my hands on her.

  “Turn around?” she asked, spinning in my hands. “But there’s nothing-”

  I pushed her up against the wall behind the door and grabbed her hands, pinning them above her. “Don’t move,” I said, pressing my hard on against her ass again and burying my face in her hair.

  She kept her hands on the wall where I put them as I slid my fingers down her arms, down her sides, and over her waist.

  I crumpled the bottom of her dress in my palms and found the thin straps of her thong. Then I dragged it down around her knees.

  She tried to look over her shoulder, but when she heard me unzip my zipper, she turned back towards the wall. I pulled a condom packet out of my back pocket, put it between my teeth, and pulled my pants and boxers down.

  Then I spread her legs with one hand so I could feel the heat coming off her and put the condom on with the other.

  I lifted her dress so I could lay my dick between the cheeks of her ass and reached around her waist, running my hands up to feel her tits. They were perfect soft handfuls, and her nipples were so hard I could feel them through the thin fabric of her bra.

  I reached down for my dick and dragged it along her slit, remembering how tight she was around my fingers and feeling my body temperature rise.

  As I did it, she inhaled and the breast I was still holding grew in my hand.

  She was so silent I was almost worried, but as soon as I stuck my head in, she groaned and her whole body concentrated around me. I pushed in a little further, taking it slow, letting little miss control freak come to grips with how out of control she was about to feel.

  When I sank even deeper, her hands turned to fists against the wall.

  I was still only halfway in, and it took everything I had to keep myself there. “Addison,” I said, putting my hands against the wall on both sides of her.

  She moaned.

  “Are you okay?”

  She nodded.

  “Can you take me any deeper?”

  “Please,” she breathed.

  I dropped my hands to her hips and pushed myself the rest of the way in. Once I was buried as deep as I could go, I let my head fall back and gave an extra little thrust.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered, more as an expletive than an order.

  But it was exactly what I wanted to hear.

  I pulled myself out of her, afraid her pussy would suck my condom right off, but I was so thick from wanting her it wasn’t going anywhere.

  When I drove my hips into her again, she reached up and wrapped her fingers around two empty hooks on the coat rack.

  I bent my knees and slid out of her again, listening to her steal a shallow breath. Then I sank into her again nice and slow. I wanted her to feel every inch of how hard she made me as I push the breath from her lungs.

  At the same time, I wanted to buck my hips like crazy and fuck her too hard, but she was so tight I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I even worried for a moment I might be her first, but I knew better and focused on how good she felt, getting off on the way she moaned at all the right times and hanging on every soft sound that escaped her mouth.

  But it wasn’t long before I couldn’t stand it anymore. Her pussy was milking my dick too hard, and I couldn’t stop what was coming.

  I grabbed her hips like handles, burying my dick inside her and crushing my balls against her clit. Heat filled my body like heroin until even my eyelids were warm, and I held her tits in my hands while I throbbed inside her, my orgasm shaking through me.

  And for a moment, she was all mine, and I felt a rush of intense fondness for her that I shook off as fast as I could.

  Then I pulled out of her and reached for her wrists, pulling them down from the coat hooks as I spoke against her neck. “Turn around.”

  She turned slowly on her heels, and her cheeks were flushed as dark as her hair.

  I didn’t wait for her to speak. I just kissed her. I kissed her for her perfect pussy and her perfect company and for making me work so hard for it.

  And when I felt her delicate hand on the side of my face, it made me want to take her all over again, her strawberry tongue making me question whether I really was in control of the situation.

  “Wyatt?” she whispered, laying her other hand on my face.

  “What?” I said, admiring how heavy her eyelashes looked over her shiny eyes.

  “Are you okay?”

  “I will be,” I said, pushing some of her hair behind her shoulder.

  “You will be?”

  “Yeah,” I said. “When you’re done.”

  She leaned her head back. “What do you mean when I’m done? I thought-”

  “I need one more thing from you.”

  She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Are you seriously this needy? I thought-”

  I cocked my head. “You thought what?”

  “I thought you just wanted to get your dick wet.”

  “I did,” I said, smiling. “But I want to get my tongue wet, too.”

  Chapter 2
: Addison

  My high heels had never been so damning.

  I felt highly sexed and as defenseless as a paper crane. I didn’t even know this guy, and I’d let him pull my underwear down around my knees and take me from behind until I was numb all over except for where he was fucking me.

  He was so big all I could feel was him. It was like I disappeared when he was inside me. I was so lost in the moment I let him use me like an object.

  And even though my mind was clouded by my racing heartbeat, trying to see in the dark, and the sound of his voice in the shadows, I think I actually liked it.

  But what was he saying to me now about his tongue?

  What was his name again?

  Part of me wanted to protest, to say enough was enough. But that part of me was too far away, buried under the pure lust I had for this stranger in the dark, this stranger that was even better with his hands than I thought was possible.

  I pushed my palm against my forehead, shoving my hair back through my fingertips. “Sorry, you what?”

  He laughed. It was a low, wild sound.

  In fact, if I hadn’t already felt every inch of him, I might’ve thought I was in the room with a fucking bear.

  “You’re cute when you finally let your guard down,” he said, wrapping his large hands around my butt cheeks and pulling me against his dick.

  It was still throbbing and I could feel it through my dress… and dripping down my leg. But he’d worn a condom, right? Was that me that was so wet? Shit. What was he saying? My guard? Oh god. My guard! I straightened my bobble head. “I’m not cute,” I said, with far less conviction that I’d hoped.

  “Did I say cute?” he asked. “I meant sexy as fuck.”

  I wanted to put my foot down. I wanted to tell him that he didn’t get to tell me what I was or wasn’t. But before I could say anything, he scooped me up into his arms.

  For a moment I was afraid he would take me to bed, and the more I came to terms with the pleasure he’d just inflicted on me, the more frightened I became of that possibility. I couldn’t go to bed with this guy. We were so not on the same level.

  He might try to bend me into shapes I couldn’t get into or expect me to do things I didn’t want to do. I mean, we just met for crying out loud. Most of all, though, I shuddered again thinking of the size of him, and I was afraid that if he took me to bed he might fuck me raw.

  Then not only would I be alone in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, but I wouldn’t be able to walk.

  But as soon as he had me in his arms, he turned away from the stairs. I wanted to exhale, but I held my breath just in case my shallow breathing would make me seem more like prey and cause him to become even hungrier and more aggressive.

  I’d never been so scared in my life.

  He walked between two patches of moonlight coming through the windows and knelt down, laying me on the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace.

  I couldn’t have felt more vulnerable. My underwear was around my ankles, my heels were like weights on the bottom of my feet, and my bare ass was on the furry rug. But I couldn’t shake off the high of being equally aroused and terrified.

  And I knew I wanted him to have me again cause it hurt so good the first time when he took over my body like that, fucking me like someone I wasn’t, like some kind of greedy sex goddess.

  I swallowed when I saw his eyes flash towards me in the dark.

  Then he pinned his arms on both sides of my shoulders. “Don’t move,” he said, his hair falling around his face.

  I inhaled sharply and froze.

  He pressed his lips against mine, biting my bottom lip as he pulled away before dropping his mouth to my neck and kissing me again, his five o’clock shadow bringing up goose bumps all over my body.

  And then one of his hands was between my legs again, sliding against the silky liquid pouring out of me.

  He growled against my neck and a chill ran up my spine. I’d been like jelly against the wall and now I was as rigid as a plank, waiting to see if he’d be merciful.

  He leaned his head back and looked at me. Then he stuck two glistening fingers in front of my face. “Taste yourself,” he said, lowering them past my lips before I could object.

  I wrapped my lips around his thick fingers and stared at his face as he pulled them out. They tasted sweet and inoffensive, like liquid meringue.

  “I can’t let you keep this all to yourself now, can I?” he asked.

  I shook my head. Or I thought I did. For all I knew, I hadn’t even blinked since we came inside. I didn’t know what this guy was trying to do to me, but I was as afraid of what he had planned as I was of stopping him.

  He moved backwards on all fours until he was between my legs.

  I licked my lips, still trying to come to terms with the fact that I’d tasted my own arousal.

  I squeezed my eyes shut as he pulled my thong off over my feet. It was so delicate it almost tickled, like having a spider web dragged over me.

  Then I felt him lift one of my legs in the air and looked up.

  He was slipping my heels off one at a time, like a reverse prince charming.

  But at that point I didn’t give a damn who he was. All I could think about was his tongue.

  I watched him toss my second shoe to the side. I had half a mind to tell him to be careful, to tell him those were nice shoes. But I was kidding myself. By then I would’ve set my own dress on fire to get naked for him.

  He pushed his hair back and half his mouth smiled at me.

  A moment later, his head disappeared between my legs.

  My whole body felt cold compared to his hot breath on my clit.

  Until his tongue touched me there.

  And in that instant, it was like I was submerged in a warm bath, and my eyes dropped to half-mast as my head rolled to the side. No one had ever kissed me there before. I didn’t even know if anyone had ever wanted to, and I didn’t see the point. I always felt like sex was awkward enough without doing something so strange.

  But when he slipped his tongue inside me, I gushed, soaking his tongue as my body concentrated around it. In fact, it felt so good that the thought crossed my mind that it was the best day of my whole life and the thought made me laugh.

  He popped his head up and looked at me. “Is something funny?”

  “No,” I said. “Sorry- I just-”

  “What?”

  “That feels too good.”

  He smiled. “I’m only getting warmed up. There’s plenty more where that came from.”

  “Good,” I said. “Then let’s not talk.”

  Fortunately, he wasn’t offended. Unless his way of showing his displeasure was by licking me with increasing enthusiasm in which case I got just what I wanted. And for all I knew, no one would ever do that to me again, and I wanted to enjoy every lap of his tongue against me.

  Soon, my clit started to burn like a hot coal and my legs went numb.

  I twirled my fingertips around the fur rug beneath me and thought about his greedy tongue.

  A moment later, I realized I was going to come.

  Chapter 3: Wyatt

  She was so wet.

  I’d never seen anything like it. It was like I couldn’t drink her fast enough, though I was determined not to miss a drop of her sweetness.

  She tasted so light. Like strawberry infused water. I could’ve drunk her by the pitcher. And I swear to god as I scooped her out, encouraged by her every moan and sigh, I think she might’ve been able to fill one for me.

  And I was thrilled that she seemed to be enjoying herself as much as I was.

  When I took her from behind against the wall, she was more of a passive participant. I couldn’t help myself, though. I had to take her, and I had to do it before she came to her senses and second guessed herself.

  But this she wanted. I could tell by the way she tilted her hips against me and pressed her lower back against the rug when I found a sweet spot.

  And her pleasure was making it
so much fun for me.

  Normally when I went home with a woman, she was the one busting me down. I don’t mean to brag, but most women I met were gagging for some dick. And I was ashamed to admit how many of my friends only went down on women so they would return the favor.

  But I wasn’t like that. I didn’t go around licking snatch for no reason. I didn’t have to. Most women didn’t expect that on a one night stand and, frankly, a lot of the women I fucked weren’t worth the trouble.

  But when I realized how wet Addison was, I couldn’t resist her.

  And once I tasted her, people with crowbars couldn’t have peeled me from her sweet snatch. That’s how good it was. In fact, I even found myself taking my time with it.

  Which was crazy. No pussy was that good.

  Or at least that’s what I thought before I met hers.

  She was even tight around my tongue. Like so tight I was worried her pussy might clench it clean off.

  When her legs tensed up, I knew she was on the brink. And knowing she was so close made my dick ache for her all over again.

  “Wyatt,” she breathed.

  And I knew she was about to spill everything into me.

  A moment later, she arched her back and her legs trembled in my hands.

  I planted my mouth over her and scooped her out like a bear with a honey pot, churning my tongue around her edges to get every last drop of sugar.

  But she wouldn’t stop coming. It was like her orgasm was never going to end.

  And I wanted a piece of it.

  Before I could stop myself, I rose up on my knees and guided my dick back inside her so I could feel her throbbing around me. It was the first pussy I’d hit raw in years.

  I clenched my jaw as I pounded against the waves of pressure rolling through her.

  “Oh fuck,” she said, rolling her head back and forth.

  I wished there was more light in the room. I was dying to see the expression on her face better. But I could tell by the way her chest was rising and falling and by the way her bottom lip looked completely unhinged that she was fucking loving it.