Captured

I thought I would share with you the story of my first experience of mind-blowing sex. I was twenty and living in my parents house with my brother Sam. We were looking after the place while they were travelling around Asia. I was at university, and Sam was working for a record company. He looked after a band called Captured, and one night he invited me to go and see them play a warm up gig for their American tour, at an intimate venue in Camden. I watched from the side of the stage as Tom, the lead singer, whipped the girls in the audience, into a frenzy. Captured were a hard rock band, certainly not pop, but Tom made the place sound like it was a Take That concert. He was the sexiest man I had ever seen, with his thick, dark, Byron-esque hair, dark eyes and a goatee. He was wearing tight black jeans and a black shirt unbuttoned to mid-chest. He played guitar like Hendrix, practically making love to it, thrusting his hips into it with wild abandon, getting so into it, his hair would flop over his face, making the girls cream themselves. Me included.

I wasn’t the worldly wise woman I am today. I’d had one boyfriend prior to this and we’d both been virgins. I’d always been attracted to the dark side of life and I’d wanted him to be rough with me, but he thought I was some sort of freak and ended up dumping me for some boring girl who made it known all she wanted was to marry and settle down, and I’d been single ever since.

After the gig, we all went for a drink in a nearby bar. I spent the evening gazing at Tom. He didn’t speak much, he seemed quite shy off-stage, which surprised me and made me sort of warm to him all the more. I was awkward, and it was sexy knowing he had a vulnerable side to him as opposed to the swaggering peacock. A couple of times I caught his gaze and I blushed and looked away. He was so beautiful it was painful to look at him. He had the eyes of an angel when he smiled, but when he was deep in concentration, there was almost something malevolent about him. With his swept back dark hair and black clothes, he looked like a sexy vampire. I found it hard to take my eyes off the gold crucifix that nestled in the patch of hair in the middle of his chest, and all I could wonder was what he looked like naked, and what it would feel like to have him throwing me around the bed, telling me what to do, before fucking me so hard I was screaming with pleasure.

Closing time came and we left the pub, We stood outside saying goodbye and I heard Tom say to Sam he needed somewhere to stay. They were flying to America the next morning, and he just needed somewhere to crash, as it was too late to get the tube to the other side of London, where he lived. Sam offered for him to stay at ours, seeing as we only lived along the road from the pub. I wondered how I was going to cope, sleeping in the same house as Tom, when I wanted him so badly

I went to bed while the two guys stayed up drinking Tequila and playing Ted Nugent records really loudly. My room was at the top of the house, but I could still hear them. The sensuous thud of the music, and the low timbre of Tom’s voice as he spoke. I tried to sleep but it was so hard when I knew he was so close to me, and all I could think about was him on stage, grinding against the guitar, throwing his head back in concentration….

It was no use. My breath got shorter, my nipples tightened, and I felt my clit stiffen and start to ache. I couldn’t bear it. I lifted the t-shirt I slept in and ran my hands over my nipples, squeezing them, causing me to ache even more. I was getting so wet, my thighs slipped together as I moved. I ran my hands down my body, imagining it was Tom. My fingers reached my pussy and I didn’t even take my time. I needed release and I rubbed my swollen clit hard and quickly, I closed my eyes and within moments I could feel myself coming. I stuck my fist into my mouth to muffle my moans.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, I relaxed and felt calmer than I had all evening. I pulled the covers back over myself and fell off to sleep, forgetting to turn my lamp out. It felt as though I’d slept for ages, but I had no idea how long it really was. I was awoken by the sound of my door opening. I opened my eyes and gasped in shock when I saw Tom standing there in the muffled red lamplight. He looked like a beautiful demon, looking at me with those piercing, unblinking eyes, making me wither under my duvet.

“I’m sorry, I thought it was my room.” I loved his rough, Manchester accent.

“It’s okay. Where’s Sam?”

“Dead to the world. Downed nearly a whole bottle of tequila.”

He didn’t leave. Instead he put his hands on his slim hips and walked towards the window.

“Nice room,” he said. His presence was huge, even though he wasn’t even six foot tall. He seemed to fill every space, creating shadows on the wall. I didn’t know what to say. All I could concentrate on was trying to breathe. Trying to stop thinking about how much I wanted to beg him to fuck me.

He turned and walked over to the bed. He was so perfect, from his broad shoulders to his slim hips and long legs. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He sat down. In the dim light his golden skin glowed. A strand of hair fell onto his face and his dark eyes bore into mine; and like there was an invisible force driving me forward, I pushed the bedcovers aside and knelt up, slipping my hand round the back of his neck and pulling him forwards so I could kiss him. His lips were cold and tasted of tequila, his tongue did too as he pushed it into my mouth and kissed me deeply. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me to his hard, hot body.

All rational thought drained from my brain, and all my blood seemed to rush to my groin. I pushed him down on the bed and climbed upon him. I had no knickers on and my pussy was still wet from before. I could feel him hard and hot beneath me and I sat up, pressing myself into him, making him groan. I looked down at him, his breathing was shallow, his eyes heavy lidded with desire. I ripped open his shirt, exposing his muscular, golden chest. I ran my hands over his hard pink nipples. He winced in pleasure and I felt him swell beneath me. I couldn’t wait any longer, if I didn’t have him inside me soon, I was sure I was going to explode.

I raised my hips and fumbled to undo his jeans. I pulled his hard, thick cock out and clambered upon it. I was so wet it slipped in easily and I took its full length.

I rode him, laying on top of him while he reached down and spread my arse cheeks, opening my pussy wider so he could raise his hips and thrust even deeper inside me. I gripped his hair with my hands, sucking and biting his neck. I couldn’t hold back. Waves of intense pleasure began to engulf me. I needed him as high inside me as he could go. I sat back, leaning against his bent legs. As soon as one of his hands slipped between our bodies and he started rubbing my clit, it became too much for me. The pleasure was so intense I screamed. I couldn’t worry about Sam or the neighbours, or whoever, hearing me. I just had to release these wonderful feelings filling my entire body.

Tom’s thrusts became more powerful, rocking me around. I looked and saw his head thrust back, his face contorted in ecstasy. He came with an abandoned cry and seeing him losing control caused me to come again, glad he remained hard inside me even after he’d come. I then flopped upon his sweaty body, my body moving with his as he breathed deeply.

“It’s never been like that for me, before,” I whispered.

He ran his finger down my spine, making me shiver.

“You’ve never come before?”

“Only on my own. My boyfriend was really boring in bed. He only cared about getting off. He never asked what I wanted.”

Tom pushed me onto my back and looked down at me. His eyes were hooded with content, but there was still a hunger, like he wasn’t finished yet. I was transfixed by him, like by just staring into his eyes, he was taking a bit of my soul. Strands of hair fell down towards my face and when I went to reach up to push them back, he grabbed my wrists and pinned my hands either side of my head. His hands were so strong, I couldn’t get away even if I wanted. But I didn’t want to. All I could concentrate on was how much I wanted to see him naked.

“What do you want?” His voice was a lusty rasp.

“I want you to take all your clothes off and I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to fuck me like an animal. Do whatever you want to me.”

He let go of my wrists and I pulled at the shirt, needing to see his body properly. Instead he got off me and stood at the end of the bed, pulling the shirt off and throwing it to once side. His chest was taught and muscular and his arms were defined without being too muscular. He was athletic and it was so desirable. He took off his jeans, then stood back up, hands on his narrow hips, proud of his big cock standing up, ready for action. I longed to taste him, to put him in my mouth and suck him dry; but instinct told me he wanted to control things. He knelt on the floor and slipped his hands between my wet thighs, pulling them apart so I was exposed to him. My clit seemed to swell just knowing he was looking at it. He lowered his head and I felt the bristles on his chin brush against my tender flesh. His tongue teased my hole, making me moan in both pleasure and frustration while he darted his tongue in and out. My nipples got so hard, I pulled my t-shirt up so I could run my palms over them. But it wasn’t enough. I needed to come. I reached down and pulled at his hair.

“Lick my clit,” I moaned. “Please, I’m begging you. I need to come.”

He did as I asked and lightly ran his tongue over the tip of my painfully swollen clitoris. He held my legs down by the thighs while he licked and sucked at me until I couldn’t hold back. I had never felt so much pleasure. I let go of his hair and clutched the bedsheets, my body bucking against his mouth while he brought me to ecstasy.

I gradually started coming back down, as Tom moved away from me, leaning back and looking at me. His lips and chin were glistening, and I could see by the far away look on his face, he needed his own satisfaction.

He grasped my legs and pushed them back, so they were wide open and my knees were against my chest. It was slightly uncomfortable, but the adrenaline stopped me feeling any pain. He was so strong, he could keep me in this position, holding himself up with outstretched arms, while he entered me. I had never been fucked so hard in my life. He was like a piledriver, relentlessly and roughly thrusting into me, right up to the hilt. He was groaning and gasping and his wet hair was flopping down over his face. It was so sexy and I could feel myself coming again. I ground my hips against him so he hit my clit with every thrust. As I came, I could feel every contraction, encircling him, squeezing him.

“Fuck me Daddy!” I yelled, not even knowing where that came from.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” he groaned. “A bad…bad…” He gave a triumphant cry and fell upon me. He released my thighs, and I dropped my legs down either side of him. I was utterly exhausted but in the most wonderful way. I had never felt so satisfied.

“You’re amazing,” I whispered. “Thank you.”

He snuggled closer to me. I looked at him and pushed his hair off his beautiful face. The devil had left his eyes, now he just looked like that sweet, shy guy in the pub. I couldn’t help but kiss him tenderly. I never wanted him to leave me.

“Stay with me,” I said.

“For a while. I’ve got to leave in a few hours.”

They were going to America for six months and I knew I may never see him again and it made me want to cry. I never wanted him to leave me, but a man like that was never going to settle down.

“Can I see you when you get back?” I dared to ask.

“Why not, you’re a special girl.”

He fell asleep still on top of me. The sound of his soft breathing lulled me and I fell asleep too. I slept for a while and when I awoke I realised I was cold. Tom had gone. Had it not been for the ache between my legs, the feel of his stubble on my chin and the lingering smell of sex in the air, I’d have wondered if it had all been a dream.

I’ve changed some things about this story. Tom isn’t his name, neither is the name of his group Captured or where he is from. His band went on to become one of the biggest in the world, and he became a superstar. But from time to time, if we were in the same country, on business or whatever, we’d hook up – for old times sake. He made me realise sex could be delightful, and I will be forever grateful.