Let It Burn

by Dee Ellis

  “Don’t,” Cage was behind me, literally caging me in with his muscled arms and massive body, “don’t you think you can run away now. Talk to me, baby. What did I just do? Don’t let me fuck this up. Please.” Cage’s voice was pained, his breath hot against my neck as he pleaded gently.

  “I don’t...I don’t want to talk. I want...you need to go.” What? I didn’t want that. Why the fuck did I say that?

  “Fuck no I don’t,” Cage growled, one arm tightening about my waist, “you talk to me, tell me I fucked up. Tell me I pissed you off or said something to hurt you. Which fucking kills me, Charli. We don’t just give up. That’s not how this thing is going to work. You get me?” Whirling to face him, I shoved at his chest, angry when he barely budged.

  “What is this thing? Who says you make the rules?” I struggled to breathe as pain closed about my chest like a fist crushing me.

  “This thing is you and me, Sugar. You are mine; I told you how this was going to go. This is where we make the rules, baby. You tell me not to say stupid shit. Tell me how not to hurt you. I tell you the last thing I ever fucking want is for you to look at me like you are right now. What did I say? Charli, I’m your future; you’re mine. We figure shit out in the middle.” Large hands yanked at the sash of my robe, tugging me close, his forehead bending to touch mine.

  “Why is it so easy for you? H-how do...you just accept how you feel? Do you not feel...as wound up or scared or out of control as I do?” My voice sounded weak and small and he sighed, closing his eyes.

  “Oh, baby nothing about this is easy for me. I accept what I feel for you because it scares me but it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt. You are all I can think about, you are the only person I want to talk to, the only person I want to see every single day. I am absolutely out of control, Sugar. There is nothing I won’t do to keep you happy, because the idea of you happy makes my chest ache. Fills up parts of me I didn’t know were empty before you. I’m fucking crazy about you, Charli.” Something new seized my chest as he cupped my jaw, tipping my gaze to his.

  “I...me too. All the above. I just...I know I told you I didn’t come here to find you. I think, maybe I did. I didn’t know it then, of course. How could I? I think I found parts of me in you that I didn’t know I needed to find. I just can’t be numbers to you, Cage.” The last comment was said so low I barely heard it myself.

  “Charli...that is not...I would never....that was a dick thing to say. Especially after I told you about my numbers. Look at me,” When I didn’t, one hand slid around my throat, the other yanking my damp hair back, “you are a fuckova lot more than a number to me. I don’t want any other numbers, Charli. I wish I didn’t have the ones I did have. I know it hurts you; fuck it would kill me. I’m a selfish dick and love that it’s just been one man.” The feral possession that laced his words, that lit his beautiful eyes burned through me. I was sick.

  “There...I mean there was one more.” It was petty to mention but I was jealous of his past truth be told.

  “What? Who? When?” Cage’s hands went tight in my hair, at my throat. Desire ripped through me, soaking my thighs. I was fucked up.

  “Later. I am hungry. It’s late. You need to go soon.” Now I wasn’t being mean.

  “No I don’t. You said my weekend was yours. That started,” He peered at the wall clock, “one hour ago. Not getting rid of me so fast. Feed me. Then fuck me. Then tell me. Everything.” Something bubbled up inside me, wild and uncontrolled, making me light with hope for this. For him.

  After reheating the chicken and sauce, I made us both plates of chicken pasta, pouring myself some wine and grabbing Cage a beer.

  We settled into the table like we had that first night. Cage close to my side, heavy hand at my thigh. Except now we were half naked and my pussy was freshly fucked by his magnificent cock.

  As we ate, Cage yanked me close, kissing my neck, my ear, my shoulder. Complimenting me on the dish I made, asking how much I liked to cook, he was all smiles and laughter.

  Cage was so full of light and I wanted to drown in it. To let him chase my ghosts away and burn me to ash in his warmth. I needed him more than I had expected. After he finished, and went for seconds, I pressed my face into his neck.

  Hooking my arm around his big bicep, I rested my feet on his chair and watched him eat. Held onto him tight as if refusing to let him go. As if that would be enough to fix my issues with running, with fear, with the truths we had yet to learn about one another. For tonight, maybe all weekend, I didn’t want to let any of that encroach on this.

  Cage let me hold him, his hand gripping my thigh tightly, moving slowly as he ate and told me about his night. It felt good to share time with him, to think about how many nights I might get to share with him like this. Him coming here or my maybe seeing the fabled condo he had mentioned. That was a goal, to get him to take me home.

  “Sugar,” Cage spoke softly, fingertips working in hypnotic circles at my skin, “I like this. I like being here with you like this. Coming...here knowing you were here, wanting to see me. Made my night, Sugar.” Smiling into a bright colored tattoo at his shoulder, I bit into it playfully.

  “Me too, Cage. It... feels natural. Is it weird that it feels so natural?” Cage leaned over to press a kiss to my temple, smirking.

  “Yeah, it might be. Should it not feel this way? Who knows? I don’t have a single thing to compare what this is like to, Sugar. I know it feels fucking good knowing I can,” Catching my chin in his large hand, he kissed me, sending a flare of need right to my core, “kiss you or touch you or just watch you smile or laugh like I want to. No bullshit or pretense or games. Just us starting a relationship.” My eyes watched his as he trailed his thumb over my mouth.

  “So....all the “your mine, I’m yours talk” is more about literal ownership, a relationship as you call it, than about dirty talk to make us both hot, yes?” Cage threw his head back and laughed, hand tightening at my thigh, and I just watched because I fucking loved it. Warmth bloomed in my chest and I knew I was falling different ways, for different reasons, over and over.

  “Abso-fucking-lutely,” The dimple flashed as he twisted, yanking me so we faced each other, my knees between his, “before I devour this pussy like I did your delicious dinner. Thank you, by the way baby. Let’s clear that shit right up. What did I say about ninety hours or ninety days? When I say you are mine, I fucking mean it. Do you mean it when you say it back?” My breathing stopped for a long moment, likely longer than was healthy as his honey eyes searched mine.

  I saw something flash in those depths, the sight making my heart ache. Even now, after everything, I was playing elusive enough to make him doubt the truth. Of course I was his.

  “Cage,” My hands lifted to his face as he brought my knees into his lap, lifting me a little, “Yes. Before, I thought a ring that meant nothing might make me feel like I belonged to someone. Because that’s all I ever wanted. To have something, someone,” I corrected, thumbs smoothing over his full lips, “that I belonged to. That belonged to me. Only me and only them. Didn’t mean I thought it might happen. Certainly not now. Didn’t stop it from happening. I was yours that first day.” Cage breathed slowly and I realized, tears glittering in my eyes as I watched him, he had been holding his breath. Afraid of my answer.

  Before I could process what I was doing, I was crawling up his chest, shifting into his lap. My legs hung off his hips, over the side of the chair as I settled my hips just right. Cage growled, hands sinking into the flesh of my backside, head tipping back.

  Rolling my hips against his, feeling his already hard cock rapidly grow thicker and harder, my mouth pressed to his ear. Threading my fingers into his thick hair, I let him shove the short silk robe off my shoulders. Bare now, I whispered hot promises against his ear between bites and licks of his collar, jaw, curve of his neck.

  “Fuck, Charli,” My slick heat rocked against the towel covering him, tits rubbing teasingly against his chest, “you feel so fu
cking good. I love your fucking curves. Your hips and this ass,” He lifted great handfuls of it, rocking me against his cock, “these perfect tits.” Then his mouth was suckling at one and I threw my head back, hissing a rough curse.

  Rough fingers held his head to my nipple, my back arching to let his mouth suck and bite at my flesh. Still my hips undulated in a rough, circling rhythm that offered just enough friction for my throbbing clit. My skin was on fire everywhere his hands touched, his mouth kissed and nipped and pleased.

  Slipping a hand between us, I lifted my head to watch his face. Wanting to see his reaction to my hand wrapping around him. Cage sucked in a breath and cursed low between his teeth, watching my hand. The towel was gone somehow and we both watched my hand stroke his cock as it jerked with need.

  “Jesus fuck,” Cage bit at his bottom lip and raw need made his eyes dark as he watched me touch him, “my girl is so dirty. Take what you want, Sugar. It’s all yours.” I moaned, feeling his length grow and harden in my hands.

  “Cage...say that again. Tell me like I tell you when you touch me just right. Tell me who you belong to.” Cage growled, hands yanking at my hips.

  “Fuck, I belong to you, baby. That cock is all yours to do whatever you want to do. Let me inside, Sugar.” Cage shifted his hips so the sensitive head of his cock was nudging at my soaked pussy.

  “Hmm, yes. Just like this.” We both watched as my hand guided him between the swollen folds, crudely rubbing the head between my wetness.

  “Oh shit Sugar,” His fingers dug into my flesh and I loved the pain, “you’re so wet. That’s so fucking hot. Let me in, please baby.” With my hand still around him, I aimed him just right and with thrusts of both of our hips, he sunk inside me again.

  “Oh! Cage,” I went loose limbed at the sensation of him filling me completely, “you feel so good inside me. I never...does it always feel so good?” It was a foolish question; one I certainly didn’t want the answer too but I was mystified.

  “Never. Nothing has ever felt as good as your pussy wrapped around my cock, Sugar. Nothing. Fuck let me move. I need to feel you.” I giggled as my arms hooked over his shoulders, hands wrapping around the high back of the chair.

  Angling my ankles just right, I locked them around the leg of the chair, forcing him still. For long moments I kept his cock hard and hot inside me, getting adjusted to his size.

  Sweet Jesus it felt so good. Better than I ever knew being connected to someone else could. I wondered if he meant his answer. I kind of thought he must; I thought nothing could feel as good as the two of us together.

  When I thought I could take it no more, Cage shuddering against me, I began to move. Lifting myself at his lap, my mouth found his and muttered nonsense about the magic of his cock, the need to feel it deeper, harder.

  “Yes, Sugar,” He groaned into my mouth, watching me with sexy hooded eyes, “fuck me. Ride my cock baby. Just like that, Sugar. Jesus fuck. Your sweet little pussy is so tight. Take my cock.” My mouth shut him up as his arms wound around my waist and I wrapped my hands around his neck.

  Lifting again and again, fast and slow, taking him as deep as I could, I chased the orgasm I knew was waiting for me. The drag of his cock in and out of my folds, the angle of his pelvis rubbing against my clit had my nails digging into his skin. Left me mumbling in tongues as I sucked at his tongue and bit at his full lips. Teeth and tongue and lips met and tangled and nipped.

  Pleasure burned down my neck, crept over my shoulders and raced for my core. Tearing my mouth from his, I screamed, primal and throaty, his name and filthy nonsense as I came hard. Breathless, I fell against his chest as waves of pleasure pounded through me, leaving me feeling boneless.

  “Yes, fuck yes, come for me. Hold on to me, Sugar. I need to fuck you rough now. I can’t be gentle.” Then his hips tilted on the chair and he watched me as his hands cupped an ass cheek in each hand.

  Holding me hovering above him, the corded muscles of his arms jumping with the effort, he aimed his hips. Then he thrust up into me, savagely, seeking his own release. I cried above the sounds of our bodies meeting, crude and loud. His breathing was ragged and he said my name between primal growls.

  My head fell into his neck as he pounded into me, my body shuddering from the powerful thrusts. Cage bit into my shoulder as his body tensed and I loved the mix of pleasure and pain. With a powerful thrust that stroked my clit just right, he came, growling my name when it triggered another release for me.

  With my limbs limp and my chest pumping for air, I melted into his firm chest. Pressing my lips to his pulse, I smiled as it thundered. Dim light filtered past the dark curtains and I realized it was no longer late. It was very early.

  Cage had stored the leftovers from the dinner and I would have dishes to do tomorrow. A kitchen to tidy. Tonight I just wanted to hold him and let him hold me until he had to leave.

  An ache burned at my chest, my limbs closing around him as he lifted from the chair. Which I was shocked to see was still in one piece after those shenanigans.

  “Cage,” My voice was raspy with satisfaction, “where are you taking me?”

  “To bed, Sugar. At some point I might get to fuck you in the bed, huh? It’s early. You should get some sleep.” Knowing his way around of course, he carried me up the stairs.

  Panic crept through me as he let himself into my bedroom, crossing the room to the bed. Cage was going to put me to bed, sensing I was in no condition to do it myself. Then he’d be gone.

  The idea of him walking back out of it tonight had that ache blazing once again. He promised it wasn’t about numbers. I wanted to believe him, I really did. Maybe I even did.

  When I had mentioned my plans for the weekend for the two of us, he seemed agreeable. Excited even. My plans had been lots of this. Lots of him kissing and tasting me, letting me do the same. Plenty of me getting acquainted with his perfect body and his magical cock. None of my plans included him leaving me after mind blowing orgasms.

  “Stay.” I murmured after he set me at the bed and fixed his towel, which I hadn’t even noticed him picking back up. I couldn’t look at him after I asked, staring out the wide windows leading out onto the little deck and beyond.

  Tension built in the silence between us and I thought for sure I had made a fool of myself. Stay? What the shit, Charli? Guys like Cage, starting a relationship or not, don’t stay afterwards. As I berated myself, he was quiet for what felt like too long. Hours. It was maybe forty-five seconds.

  The sting at my eyes that threatened foolish tears startled me. Not as much as being pressed back into the bed by his delicious weight. My arms trapped above my head by one large hand wrapped around my wrists.

  “Sugar...say that again?” Cage’s voice was raspy, his sex voice, and I shuddered as it flooded over me.

  “S-tay. I don’t want you to go.” Still I refused to look at him, eyes darting everywhere but his, to avoid seeing the pity in his beautiful eyes.

  “Look at me,” Slowly my eyes slid back to meet his, “do you want me here? All night?” My chest tightened as his husky words and the hope that I heard in them.

  “Yes. Please, Cage.” His knees settled on either side of my hips and he lowered close.

  “Baby, what did I say about begging,” My skin flushed as his fingers trailed down my neck, between my breasts, to circle my navel, “no need. I want to give you whatever you ask. I want to stay. Climb into this big bed with you and hold you all night. So....where am I sleeping tonight, Sugar?”

  Sweet Jesus could he be any more perfect? Giving me an escape, even now when I asked for something that might be too much. Too much didn’t feel like it could ever be enough with him.

  Flattening my feet against his thick, bare thighs, I gave a hard shove, sliding up on the bed. Cage frowned and the sadness in his face hurt my heart. Smiling at him in mischief, I patted the right side of the bed beside me. Cage’s face shifted, those beautiful eyes lighting up and a stunning smile curving his full lips. Dimp
le and all.

  Crawling onto the bed beside me, he hooked a strong arm about my wait and tugged me close. Pressing his face into my neck, he took a deep breath. I realized he had done that before, more than once. It was cute.

  “Hmm, I’m so tired but now I’m wide awake. You know how many times I thought about getting you in this bed?” I giggled when his large hand slid to smack my ass, and then yank me roughly against him.

  “So you might have mentioned. I’m tired. Go get dressed,” I shifted away to stare at all the skin he had on display, “or we won’t get any sleep. Because your body is ridiculous. Rid-ic-ulous.” I drew the word out, stabbing the air between each exaggerated syllable.

  “You are so fucking cute,” Another swat at my ass, “yeah clothes of some sort might be necessary. Or I might bury my cock in this pussy and never leave.” Then his large hand was between my legs, cupping me and I moaned.

  “Cage. As delicious a death as that sounds, I need rest. Both from the aforementioned cock and lack of sleep. Cover that beast up.” To tease him, as he had me, I reached a hand out and trailed it over his semi hard cock.

  “Keep it up, Sugar. We still need to fuck in a bed. My cock is always ready for you,” His hand spread me to him, “feels like your pussy is ready for me. Fuck, now I want to fuck you again. Sugar...”

  Who was I to deny him when he asked so nice?

  Finally, after I had lost count of the orgasms he had given me tonight, we were showered-again-clothed and exhausted. The sky was burning pink and orange, the sun making its ascent. Cage waited followed me to bed after watching my nightly routine with a look of warmth I couldn’t figure out.

  Sliding in behind me, he let me get settled before laying a heavy hand at my hip. Then slipping it over to flatten to my stomach. Finally, giving up on pretending this wasn’t intimate and new for us both, he gave me a hard yank. Curling back into him, I sighed as he buried his face in my neck.

  “Sorry to wear you out, Sugar. We can sleep in all day if you want. I’ll get breakfast for us when we get up, to make up for your dinners.” Cage’s muscled arm crossed over my front, pinning me back to him.