by Dee Ellis
“Charli,” Cage whispered loudly, the key I didn’t know he had stuck in the lock, “shit, this stupid fucking key.” I laughed out loud with relief and his head shot up.
“Cage.” My voice was needy and raw and he seemed to know just what I was feeling.
“Hey, Sugar.” Cage smiled that startling smile, his dimple flashing and making my chest ache.
We watched each other from across the room, the anticipation making the air between us feel electric. Cage looked huge in my living room, all sinew and muscle and dark tattoos and need settled deep in my belly. Cage was a beautiful creature. Those warm honey hazel eyes, a strong jaw and that beautiful full mouth. He exuded a warmth I had never known.
Like the sun on a July day, touching all the parts of me and setting them ablaze. I felt alive and like I belonged to him. Like he completed some of the parts of me I had been seeking and the missing parts was what he was here to help me find. Watching him, I felt exposed and raw and knew Cage was the balm that could soothe the ache coursing through me. Only him.
Before I could mention dinner, or ask about how late it was or ask about that key, he dropped his things at his feet. Then he was across the room and on me, lifting me atop the island. The pasta and chicken were forgotten on the stove behind me.
Shoving between my legs, his hands circled my neck and his mouth covered mine. Jesus it felt like being set ablaze every single time he touched me. The briefest touch of his full lips at mine started heat low in my belly that spread like needy fire through my limbs. Always it settled in my pussy and I wondered if it would always burn so hot for him.
My legs wound around his waist, my fingers threading in his hair as he pressed into me. I fought to be closer to him, needing to feel him and know he was real. Real and right here and mine. Cage’s tongue slid over the shape of my mouth, teeth coming out to bite at my bottom lip. As his tongue plunged into my mouth, I arched into him, tugging hard at his hair as need coiled through me.
Cage’s large hands slid up my thighs before slipping beneath my backside. Yanking me roughly to the edge of the counter, his hips settled against my center, his cock hard and throbbing. The seam of his jeans pressed the sweetest friction against my own aching arousal and I moaned.
“Cage,” My head dipped back as his mouth worked down my throat, “I made dinner.” Cage bit at that spot on my neck that made me whimper his name.
“Fuck dinner. I’m only hungry for you, baby. Fuck you feel so good.” My fingers yanked at his hair roughly and I was kissing him and he tasted like cinnamon and smelled of smoke.
One hand slid down his neck, shoving at the leather jacket that he looked fucking sexy in but I needed off. Stepping back, he let it fall to the ground, eyes never leaving mine as he tore his t shirt off too. His eyes were wild and molten gold and my pussy ached when he wet his lips, biting his full bottom lip. He was so fucking beautiful. Tattoos spread from the curve of his shoulder, over one pec and down his arm. I wanted to touch and trace every inch with my tongue.
“You are so beautiful.” I murmured as I reached out to let my fingertips trace the tattoos he still owed me stories about.
“Jesus, baby,” He growled when I bit into his neck, sucking the pain away, “you and your pretty words. I have been thinking about this all night. All week. I need you Sugar.” To prove this, his hand shoved mine to cover his hard cock.
“Sweet Jesus.” I whimpered, stroking him through the worn material of his jeans.
“I need to be inside you. Take them off. Touch me, Charli.” I obeyed, my hands making quick work of his belt and zipper.
Cage braced an arm at my back and tipped me back on the island, mouth working at my neck. Biting and licking a path along the pulse that was thrumming with need for him. For him to claim me and make me his. When my hands shoved at his jeans, they reached for his boxers but he stepped away again.
I growled in frustration then realized he wanted me naked too. My shirt was up and gone before he hauled me against him again, my nipples pebbled as they rubbed against his chest.
Cage wrapped my hair around his hand and tugged hard, moving his mouth everywhere at once. Over my throat, across my shoulders, between my full breasts.
“Cage! Oh, baby...yes. I love your mouth.” I gasped when he suckled a nipple into his mouth, pulling hard at it.
Teeth sunk into my breast, marking me before he suckled hard again. Mixing pleasure with pain. It was so filthy and sexy; my pussy flooded. At his hips, my knees shimmied to shove at his boxers. His cock sprung out into my hands and we growled in unison.
He was huge and smooth and silky and I suddenly wanted to drop to my knees and worship at the altar of his cock. Just when my hands started to stroke him, his chest rumbling against mine with a growl that let me know I was doing it right, I gasped. Cage had two fingers between my legs, slipping up roughly over my swollen, wet pussy and his thumb flicked over my aching clit.
“Fuck baby you’re so wet. I fucking love how wet you get for me. Every. Single. Time. I know just how to touch this,” His fingers went from stroking to plunging inside and I moaned his name, “tight little pussy. Don’t I, baby?” My head nodded as I fell back, my hips bucking to his hand.
“Yes. Yes, baby. Oh....please. Cage!” His fingers pumped at a pace that had me cresting an orgasm within seconds.
“Mmm, don’t you come yet. Not this time. I want to be inside you when you come for me. Come here, baby. Fuck I want you so bad I can’t wait.” Cage hooked his arms around my thighs, yanking me to allow him to settle his cock between my legs. God, he was so hard and huge and my pussy ached to welcome him home.
“Please, Cage. I need you inside me.” Pressing his forehead to mine, he slid the head of his cock up and down my throbbing pussy.
“Fuck yes. I don’t.... I don’t have a condom,” He growled, the swollen head pressing to my entrance, his entire body tensing suddenly, “fuck I didn’t...”
“Cage, I’m on the pill. Please...” A scream tore from me when his fingers dug into my thighs and he thrust once.
“Fuck...oh Sugar. Charli....fuck it’s so tight. Hold on to me baby. Look at me. Keep those eyes on me while I fuck you, baby.” Easier said than done, his cock was working some kind of magic on me.
“Cage...yes.” Cage touched his forehead to mine as he began to thrust, my arms locked about his shoulders, body arching into him.
Cage thrust against me hard and fast, his cock chasing away the ache that threatened to drive me mad. One hand tangled in his thick hair, watching his eyes, as the other dug into his muscled ass, urging him on. My eyes fluttered because he was hitting some spot deep inside me that had pleasure clawing up my spine.
Cage looked away only to watch his cock plunge deep inside me over and over. His mouth moved all over as he pounded into me, sucking at my neck, biting, bruising my mouth with needy kisses, sinking teeth marks into my shoulder. When his hands slid beneath my ass, he lifted me against him again and again and I threw my head back, crying his name over and over.
“Fuck yeah baby. You feel so fucking good. Tell me it’s good baby.”
“Yes, yes, so good Cage.” My teeth caught his earlobe and tugged hard as I lifted against him as he pumped his hips over and over.
“Tell me this pussy is mine. Tell me you belong to me.” I managed a nod before I clutched at him, pleasure cresting through me.
“Yes. Yes. Fuck me. I belong to you, Cage. Fuck me, baby.” Cage growled and did just that, his hips crashing into mine again and again.
The delicious beginning of an orgasm tore through me as his cock sunk deeper with every thrust. Hitting my clit just right as he slid out just to dive back in, harder and deeper each time. Tugging at his hair, I brought his mouth to mine and slid my tongue into his mouth, needing his taste.
My ass would have the imprints of his hands but the bruising pain of being claimed by him was well fucking worth it. My legs ached being wrapped around his huge body, my arms struggling to lace about his mass
ive shoulders. It felt so fucking good though. All the pain of him consuming me felt so good.
“Sugar, I need to come inside you. Can I come inside you?” I whimpered and nodded, wanting him to lose himself deep inside me.
“Yes. Please, I’m so close. Harder. Harder, it’s so good Cage.”
“Fuck,” The word was drawn out and rough against my ear, “fuck yes baby. Come for me baby. Let me feel you come around my cock.” When his hand pressed between us, flicking furiously at my clit, I obeyed.
“Cage! Oh shit! Fuck,” I whimpered the filthy words, biting into his shoulder hard, “yes!” Cage growled and brought me roughly against him, lifting me on his cock roughly a few more times.
“Oh shit baby. I’m coming. Fuck, Sugar. Charli!” Cage thrust a few more times before I came again, shuddering all around him.
Cage pressed me into the island, laying me flat on my back as he emptied inside me. I felt the jerks of his cock and shimmied my hips, wanting him to stay buried deep inside me. Trailing his hands up my arms, he found my hands and laced our fingers together.
Peppering my face, my neck, my breasts with kisses, he pressed close. Our laced hands dangled off the island, the marble cool against my heated flesh. I kept my legs wrapped tight about him, holding him to me. When he finally shifted his hips to slide out of me, I hated the loss of him. Lifting away, Cage stared at me with a look I couldn’t decipher, his skin dewy from exertion.
“Jesus, fuck,” He smirked and I realized it was satisfaction in his eyes, “that was fucking amazing. Baby! I wanted to do it right in a bed. I didn’t...”
“Hush. Now, are you hungry, baby?” The need to take care of him, to do for him any way he would let me flooded me.
“Hmm, I’m hungry for more of you, Sugar,” He kissed me again, long and sweet and I pressed against him, “pretty sure I won’t ever get enough of you now. I did want to take you upstairs. Break in that beast of a bed.” Cage lifted me against him and I yelped, both of us laughing.
Sweet Jesus, I was crazy about him. I read all the books about instant love and need that consumed lovers until they grew obsessive. I never thought it was real, thought I wasn’t one of those women. Apparently, I was absolutely wrong. I was terrified of him, of this power that he could wield however he chose.
Didn’t mean I was smart enough to run when my triggers were telling me to. For a brief moment as he clutched me to him, sighing in post coital bliss, I considered it. Running away; either back home or worse, doing it right here. Shutting him out, letting fear of pain and loss consume me instead of his warmth.
Physical pain gripped me at the thought of being without him. My limbs closed tight around his huge body, as if my own body refused to let him go. Cage was busy kissing and nipping at my skin, building up my need for him all over again. As if he hadn’t just given me a powerful orgasm. Or two more earlier. Or three yesterday.
I was a bonafide addict for the touch of his hand, the feel of his mouth, the feel of him deep inside me. My core ached a little and he seemed to realize that was a likely side effect of no sex for basically ever, and his massive cock. Without me asking, he headed upstairs to the master bath, not letting me go until he had the shower running.
“Shower. Eat. More of that,” Voice raspy and sexy, my pussy leapt to attention as he used it against me, “in the bed, preferably. I have a fantasy to see through, Sugar.” Cage flashed a sexy look with dimples and all and my hand snatched his hand, yanking him back against me.
“Cage....” There was so much to say, most of it scary but definitely my truth.
“Sugar,” Cage yanked too, pressing my back to the wall of the glass shower, “later. Let me take care of you now. Then you feed me. Then I please you some more. Talk later. Look at me.” My eyes were swimming with emotion but I lifted my chin to meet his gaze.
“O.K.” My teeth came out to tear at my bottom lip, a nervous habit that often left my poor lip massacred.
“I love your fucking mouth,” His thumb tugged at my lip, forcing my teeth to let go, “kills me when you tear it up. It’s so sexy. Come on, Sugar.”
Cage tipped his head towards the running shower and I realized he was naked. For the first time I noticed both of us were completely bare, our clothes no doubt thrown across the kitchen. Like some trashy novel. Indulging, I hesitated, enjoying the vision of him naked. Sweet Jesus he was huge.
At least a foot taller than me, which was ridiculous because I was tall, his shoulders were massive and muscled. Again I reached out, fingers trailing over the colorful artwork spread over his corded muscles, wanting to know the story behind each one.
I let my fingers linger over them as I touched him. Slow passes of my fingers worked over his chest, down his defined abs, my eyes dropped to take in his cock in all its naked glory. Watching him tense, I let my hand pass over it once, then again.
“Jesus, fuck baby,” He growled, fists tightening and the muscles in his arms jerking, “you keep touching me I’m bending you over in the shower.”
“That a promise? Or a threat?” Cage was on me, lifting me and tearing my hand away from his cock as it grew in my hands.
“Does my girl want it again? I aim to please. After all I did offer orgasms on call. Fuck knows I want nothing more than to bury my cock inside that tight pussy and never leave it.” Cage stepped into the shower, my legs slipping down to his hips, my arms loose at his wide shoulders.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I gasped when he thrust his cock against my achy center, “just admiring the goods, baby. Stories later.” I murmured, my hand passing over his tattoos again, mesmerized.
“I will give you every single one. Now let me be romantic and take care of my girl, please? Didn’t mean to fuck you raw in the kitchen.” A moan passed my lips as he set me at my feet, an arm hooking at my neck.
“Mmm you expected something different after everything? Hours after I met you, I was wondering how you would feel above me, sinking into me as you took me.” Cage growled, his hand tightening in my wet hair, yanking.
“It's the same for you then? Since the first day?” My head nodded and I struggled to look into his eyes, the shower making it a task.
“Mmm, yes. Which is exactly why I ran. Tried to, anyway.” Cage sighed and lavished a sweet, wet kiss at my mouth before shifting behind me.
“I won’t let you. I wouldn’t before I had been inside you; I damn sure won’t now that I have. You’re mine, Charli.” I shuddered in the steamy shower, letting Cage bring me back against his chest.
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
Twenty minutes and countless kisses and caresses later, Cage was wrapping a towel around his waist as I watched. He was so sexy. Watching him rub at his thick dark hair, my mouth watered as his biceps flexed, the muscles of his taut stomach shifting. The veins between the deep v that led to his magic cock made my mouth water. My pussy too.
Wrapped in my own towel, I realized I was staring like an idiot. As my skin flushed, Cage caught my gaze, a sexy smirk taking over his face. Closing the distance between us, he wound the same towel around my long hair, rubbing gently as he watched me.
“See anything you like, Sugar?” Biting his bottom lip, he pressed his chest against me and I nodded, transfixed.
“All of it? Yes. Sounds right. Mmm, that feels great.” With his large hands, he worked the towel through my thick hair, massaging my scalp.
“I aim to please, Sugar. Mmm, you smell so good. The way you smell always drives me fucking crazy. Like Sugar and citrus.” Working the towel down my neck, over my shoulders, he watched me.
“Is that why...Sugar?” I wondered, my fingers hooking in the towel hanging low on his hips.
“Mmm, it was. Till I tasted your mouth. Then your pussy.” Then he winked. Well shit if said pussy wasn’t soaked all over again.
“Cage. You talk so dirty.” I murmured as I smirked with him, letting him dry me off, one hand yanking my towel off.
“You like it, baby. Your eyes go stormy
and sexy when I tell you all the filthy things I think about you. Did you get off for me earlier? After you sent me that sexy photo of this,” His fingers traced over my tattoo and my head nodded as my eyes rolled back, “and this.” Then his fingers swiped gently over my center, just once.
“Yes. I do like how you talk. Did...did you too, Cage?” I had wondered if the tame sexting earlier had worked for him.
“Fuck yes I did. How many times have I made you come now? I think I might want to keep track.” Flushing all over, I backed away, reaching for the silk robe hanging on the hook by the door.
“Cage! Now you sound cocky. I’m hungry.” Slipping the short silk robe on, I tied the sash then gasped.
“Tell me,” Cage was pressed close, towel gone and hard cock nudging at my backside, “I need to know. How many times have I made you come? How many times have you said my name when you made yourself come?”
For some reason tears flooded my eyes so I broke away. Briefly I wondered if I was just another of the notches he had told me about. What was his number? Eight? Was he aiming for double digits? When he made the joke about keeping count that’s what I heard. That I was just another number to him. My orgasms included.
I wondered bleakly if he kept track of the other orgasms too. Marking tally marks on the wall of his sexual conquests. The idea sent me cold and without a word, I fled. Which was how I dealt with shit.
“Baby?” I was down the stairs and in the kitchen, making too much noise for almost four am.
Cage padded into the kitchen, still in just a towel, feet wet on the slate floor. I made myself busy with the pans of food, the pasta that needed warmed again. Tears blurred my vision and I knew it was foolish. At least some part of me did, but I couldn’t help it.
It was too late for me with Cage; I was too crazy about him to pretend the possibility of being just a number to him didn’t leave me aching. Exhausted by the roller coaster of emotions I was wringing through tonight, I considered asking him to leave. I could rebuild myself over the weekend and start new Monday.
