Chapter One

 

I've never liked the dating scene, especially with guys I don't know that well. You never know what you're going to get, and it's like walking a minefield to not cause any offense or harm to their often-fragile egos that makes dating very stressful. It's like, every single second you're having to be careful about what you say and do because you're going to be judged by it, and by guys who might easily mistake your meaning.

The stress gets much worse when it comes to sex. Like most girls, I don't expect a lot of a guy during sex. Sex is mostly because that's what they want. If you don't give a guy sex, forget about getting to know him better. I don't mind the kissing, petting is good, and the cuddling, if there is any. But often they're not very good kissers, and the sex tends to be quick and at least a little painful. And that's if you're lucky.

There are so many things that can go wrong during sex. And of course, I have to act like I'm enjoying it the whole time. Which I'm usually not. The worst is when I basically decided that I'm not going to see a guy again for whatever reason, but I kind of feel like I owe him sex or that if I don't give them something he's going to get angry at me.

I mean, better to just let them have sex for a few minutes, and then you can part ways without any anger issues. It's not like they usually last very long. Guys are pretty easy to satisfy anyway. Just moan a lot and tell them they were great.

I pretty much decided that I wasn't going to see Caleb again. He was a brooder, and I was looking for a guy who was more good-humored, good-natured, and fun. Caleb was too serious. Instead of talking about fun stuff like YouTube influencers or fun places we'd like to go, he talked about politics and the way society was coming apart.

I mean, who the fuck wants to talk about that stuff at all, let alone on a first date? I didn't know him very well. He swiped right on tinder, and he had the most dreamy pictures of himself. He was really good-looking, with medium length dark hair and bangs cutting across his forehead, a nice strong chest, and wide shoulders.

He had sensual lips and penetrating blue eyes, and I knew without even meeting him, just from what he talked about that he was super smart. I was right. But there's too much of a good thing sometimes, and he was too smart, too intellectual for me. I was impressed by him, but kind of intimidated. I felt like a dummy, and all too often was left without anything to really contribute because I didn't know anything about the subject he was talking about.

But I figured I might as well have sex with him. After all, he hadn't really done anything wrong. I mean, he'd been polite and everything, mostly. He was a little bossy, clearly one of those guys who felt they should make all the decisions. I didn't really object because, after all, he was pretty smart. I felt out of my element.

He had a nice car, though, and he even opened the passenger side door for me, which not many guys do. I was basically just admiring how comfortable his leather seats were when he got in the driver's side and turned to me.

"This is a nice car," I said.

And that's when he reached around with his left hand and slipped it right around my neck, closing it firmly enough that I could only make an urk sound when he pulled me in towards him and kissed me passionately.

To say I was startled would be a huge understatement. My eyes widened, first in fear, then with dawning comprehension that no, he wasn't about to strangle me. Then I felt a sense of appreciation because boy, he was kissing me like crazy!

He used his grip on my neck to pull me forward against him, and his hand was big enough to almost encircle my neck! I gripped his wrists instinctively as I leaned into him, but it was like squeezing something hard, like metal. He was strong!

Then there was the kiss. Sometimes guys kiss too hard, so hard it hurts. They can be clumsy and rough. Caleb was rough, but definitely not clumsy. His lips were warm and soft and demanding. They slid sensually against mine, his tongue dipping and darting as I moaned helplessly into his mouth.

I felt my heart rate quickening, my pulse heating up as he held me there, leaning over the center console while he kissed me for long, long seconds. Then he released me and I fell back with a cry of startled surprise, gulping in air as I stared at him.

He grinned and started the car, and I swallowed nervously several times as he pulled away from the curb.

"Wh-What was that!?" I gasped.

"An introduction," he said.

"Geez, give a girl a little warning next time!" I said.

"Where's the excitement in knowing what's going to happen?"

Excitement was not something I usually saw much of during sex. It tended to be fairly routine. I don't want to make it sound like I have sex with tons of guys. I'm not a slut or anything. I try to be careful about who I date, so it's not like I'm out with a different guy all the time.

"Who says I want excitement?" I said.

Right away I knew that was a dumb thing to say. Like I said, you have to be so careful about every word you say on dates.

He turned briefly before looking back at the road again.

"How old are you again?"

I flushed. "Nineteen," I said, scowling.

"Little girl, if you're not looking for excitement at nineteen, when will you look for it?"

I sure didn't like that 'little girl' part! On the other hand, he kind of made sense. And it made me realize that my life was pretty boring.

"I don't mean I don't like excitement," I said, trying to fix what I'd said. "I mean, it's like, a girl can get a little frightened when a guy she doesn't know that well puts his hand around her throat."

"Fear is good," he said.

"It is?"

"It reminds you you're alive."

"And I'd like to stay that way!"

"You can be alive and not living, you know."

I stared at him, baffled for long seconds before I kind of got what he meant.

"I live fine, thank you," I said, annoyed.

He suddenly turned down the entrance to an underground parking garage. The door slid open and he drove inside. The place looked to be largely empty, but he still drove down to a lower level.

"Where are we? This is where you live?" I asked.

He didn't answer but drove off to one side and parked near a large stone pillar. Then he reached around and grabbed me by the neck again, pulling me forward to kiss me just as hard as before. At first, I was a little frightened, but then I got annoyed, and since it was impossible to dislodge his wrist I slapped at his chest to communicate my displeasure.

But you know the kiss really was awfully good. That took a lot of the pressure out of my resistance. What was more, he leaned back, pulling me further forward across the center console. Then his other hand reached behind grabbed my butt and pulled me the rest of the way over.

He shifted me bodily over as if I weighed nothing until I was straddling him, and he was still kissing me! The hand around my neck pushed me back, then and I gulped in air, licking my lips shakily.

"Live a little, beautiful girl," he said with a grin.

I liked the 'beautiful girl' a lot better than the 'little girl', and, pleased, I didn't immediately bitch at him. Then he pulled me forward by the neck again, kissing me just as sensuously, just as passionately. I gave up resisting and slid my hands onto his shoulders as I leaned into the kiss. I was starting to think I should pay more attention because this guy kissed better than I did!

I was not surprised to feel his other hand slide up between us to cup my breast and start squeezing it. I was pleased that he didn't squeeze it too hard, that he seemed to know what he was doing. A lot of guys treated my breasts like squeeze toys, and that could hurt.

What did surprise me was that when he let go of my neck both his hands gripped the base of my tank top and quickly peeled it right up my chest, over my head and down my arms before I could even start to resist.

"Hey!" I gasped as he tossed it in the back seat.

His arm slid around me, one hand behind my head pulling me forward into another passionate kiss. I was starting to feel that sense of excitement he had talked about. This was already turning out to be a lot more interesting than any of the make-out sessions I'd had lately. Or maybe ever.

His hands caressed my bare back and then my bra clasp let go and he pulled it forward off me just as fast as he had removed my tank top.

"Caleb!" I gasped, quickly staring around us at the nearly empty parking lot.

His big hands gripped my sides and he pulled me forward and up so that his mouth fastened down on the center of my left breast. He started to suck rhythmically as his tongue swept around and around my already hard nipple. His teeth kind of chewed lightly on the surrounding flesh as one of his hands slid down to caress my buttocks.

I gasped, my heart rate picking up still further as a sudden burst of excitement swept through me and made my nipple tingle and throb. His other hand was kneading my right breast as the hand on my butt slid down and around to my side and undid the button there. A moment later the zipper drew down and he gripped the waistband of my skirt and peeled it down over my hips.

"Caleb!" I exclaimed, looking around wildly again. "Shouldn't we go to your place for this!?"

He ignored me and easily yanked my skirt together with my thong down my legs before opening the driver's door.

I squealed in alarm as he slipped out, half dragging, half carrying be with him, astonished to find myself basically naked in a public garage! A well-lit public garage!

"Are you crazy! We'll get arrested!"

"Only if we're caught," he said with a grin.

He picked me up and sat me down on the edge of his front hood, then pushed my thighs apart and stepped between them. Before I could further protest his left hand gripped my hair firmly and his lips were on mine once more.

My heart was beating a mile a minute by now, mostly afraid that I'd be caught, that someone would show up and see me naked. That fear began to ease, though, for the excitement was rising again, and starting to push me into where I was willing to take chances.

This was kind of crazy, after all! But he was really hot and sexy, and if I had thought he was boring before, he certainly wasn't now! Still, I was wildly anxious about being caught, even as he leaned forward, pushing me back so that I basically fell back across the hood of his car with him on top of me.

He kissed his way down onto my breast, sucking and licking first one nipple and then the other as his fingers skillfully squeezed and massaged my sensitive flesh. Then he kissed his way down further nibbling ever so lightly at my abdomen before dropping to his knees beside the car. He gripped my thighs and pushed them firmly apart. Then he leaned in and closed his lips on my inner thigh just below my naked sex.

Holy geez!

He started to suck on the flesh there, then shifted to the other side and did the same. He kissed his way up and then licked lightly up and down on either side of my pussy. His forearms forced my thighs wider as his thumbs gently peeled open the lips of my sex.

I raised my head, not without effort, as his tongue teased its way up and down on either side for long seconds then flicked delicately across my clitoris.

"Oh my God!" I gasped.

His lips closed on my clitoris, and he massaged me with his lips as he began to suck lightly, rhythmically, and with considerable skill. I felt I was holding my breath as I stared down the length of my body at him, then looked up and then around me again.

His lips drew back, and his tongue began to sweep across me, faster and faster, moving in circles then up and down, and then from side to side. Meanwhile, one long, thick finger slid slowly up into my body, and I was startled to feel that I was actually already kind of wet. I had lube in my purse to be used for sex because guys rarely put enough effort into turning me on before wanting to have intercourse.

I guess I wouldn't need it tonight!

I felt a growing sense of heat and passion within me as his tongue and finger roused my body and made my mind thrum with excitement. I still kept anxiously looking around, still gripped by worry about being caught, but the sexual heat gripping me was already overshadowing that nervousness.

Caleb rose up suddenly, gripped my arms, and yanked me upright on the edge of the car. He gripped my hair firmly as if it were a handle he could use to control my face and then brought his lips hungrily down on mine again. I let my hands rise to caress his chest through his shirt and feel the warm skin and muscles there.

Then he drew back with a grin.

"Feeling alive yet, gorgeous?"

"Oh God yes!" I gasped.

I looked around again. "Shouldn't we go to your apartment or something?"

"Eventually," he said.

"But if someone comes -- ."

He put his finger against my lips.

"The only one who's going to come is you."

He pulled me off the car and then spun me around and bent me across it.

"But... But... If someone sees me like this, I'll get arrested!" I whined.

"You can tell them I made you."

"I wouldn't say that!"

Suddenly he gripped my wrists and pulled them up and back behind me, crossing my wrists there. A moment later I felt something soft, some kind of fabric or material wrapping around them, and before I could try to pull loose it was firm and tight.

"Caleb! What are you doing!?" I gasped.

He spun me around again as I tried to pull my wrists apart and failed.

"There you go," he said. "Now nobody will doubt that it was all my fault and you're just my helpless little... prisoner."

I opened my mouth to protest and he gripped me by the neck again, pulling me up and forward so that he could kiss me with one of those rough, passionate, exciting kisses. I moaned into his mouth still trying to pull my wrists apart and still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that he had apparently tied me up!

I mean, he had tied my wrist together behind my back!

He pushed me back against the car, gripped my legs, and lifted me up so that I fell back across the hood again with a squeak of alarm. Then he was on his knees, my legs in his big hands stretched up and wide as he licked his way up and down my pussy.

OhmyGod, Caleb!" I gasped.

He... attacked my pussy! It was like he was this wild, ravening beast eating at me! Well, except he didn't bite me, much. But boy, his tongue was moving hard and fast and then he pushed two fingers inside me, sliding them in and out, pressing them up against the front of my pussy.

A wild, dark, carnal heat began to sweep through me, and as if it was some kind of drug began to melt away my inhibitions, my cares, and concerns about things like being caught and being seen and whether he would respect me.

Everything seemed to be melting away as the dark, liquid heat grew and bubbled away inside me, reducing my thinking to little more than a kind of floating bewilderment wallowing in excitement and pleasure.

I kept thinking Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!

And then with a shock that almost took the breath away from me, I realized that I was approaching an orgasm. I shuddered, moaning helplessly, feeling a sense of disbelief at finding myself naked on the hood of someone's car with my wrist tied together underneath me in a public garage and about to come!

He stood up abruptly and jerked his pants down. His cock sprang up hard and long and thick and I stared at it, startled, then appreciative, then a little afraid. Remember how I said you're never quite sure what you're going to get with the guy? Well, that includes his dick. And the one thing I know about guys with little dicks is they're on a hair-trigger, looking for you to react or show any sign of disappointment or displeasure. You had to be super careful there.

That was obviously not going to be an issue with Caleb. At first, I was pleased, then I was like, wow, that is a nice-looking cock. And then I was like is that even going to fit inside me?!

Caleb didn't seem to have any doubt. He gripped the shaft in his hand and guided the head to my now very moist, slick pussy. But instead of pushing it into me, he let it move slowly up and down the line of my sex, pressing in harder and harder until it forced me opened. Even then he drew it back and rubbed it up against my clitoris, rubbing insistently as I gasped and shuddered and felt the heat rise higher still.

I couldn't remember the last time I felt this much passion and excitement during sex! I stared at his big cock, transfixed as he guided the head against me and began to push. I felt the strain as I was forced wider and wider until it actually began to ache. But then the head of his cock pushed through and I shuddered and dropped my head back as I felt it pushing deeper and deeper.

Oh my God!

He started to pump very slowly, using just the first few inches of his cock. His hands slid up and down my body, kneading my breasts and rolling my throbbing, burning nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Then one of his hands slid down between my thighs and his thumb began to stroke my clitoris as he pumped deeper and deeper.

Oh my God!

My chest was already heaving as my heart pounded wildly, and I rolled my hips up almost instinctively against him.

He leaned forward more and more, and then his hand seized my hair and throat, firm, commanding, as his mouth came down on mine once more. I trembled and shuddered, my legs rising, slowly moving in midair, then dropping back down again as his kiss became more and more demanding.

I cried out into his mouth as he pushed suddenly deeper and I felt the head of his cock force apart my narrow flesh and slide higher than anyone else had ever gone before!

I gulped in air as he drew back, releasing my hair, seizing my breast, and squeezing it. He looked down at me from above, his eyes hungry as his hips worked slowly in and out.

"Are you going to be my little sex toy, Cassidy?"

I coughed weakly as he squeezed his fingers more firmly around my throat.

"Tell me you're my little sex toy," he growled.

"I-I'm your little sex toy!" I gasped.