by J. L. Beck
With a grunt, he slides in another inch, and his muscles quake beneath my hands. I hold him close, panting as he pushes through my virginity, claiming yet another piece of who I am. Tears prick at my eyes, and I do my best not to tense up as pain radiates through my abdomen. It feels like he’s stretching me beyond means.
“You feel like heaven, Blair. Like fucking heaven,” he whispers, swiping a tear that escapes my eye. His eyes flash with an unknown emotion. “I don’t deserve this, or you.”
I’m beyond words at this point, and even though there is a sting and pain in my center, I want him to move. I want to feel him fall apart inside of me.
“Take me, Cage. Own me. Possess me. Make me yours.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, but I don’t know how long I can handle the slow and steady.” His patience is waning, and soon he’ll need to thrust deep and hard.
“Please, Cage, please…” Something like shame flickers in his eyes.
“Okay, just tell me if it hurts too badly.” He finally starts to move again. Pulling almost all the way out, he thrust inside with a gentleness that makes me gasp.
His tempo changes with each stroke, almost as if he’s fucking me to the edge of his own sanity. Thankfully, after a while, the discomfort morphs into something else, and pleasure starts to bloom. Tiny tingles ripple through me with each stroke.
Wide-eyed, I peer up at Cage. Sweat beads against his forehead, and his restraint starts to slip as he moves a little faster. The entire world could implode around me, and I wouldn’t notice right now. In this moment, there is nothing that exists but us, and I want to live forever in this bubble that Cage has created.
“You’re so wet and tight…” he grunts, slamming into me a little harder. “I want to own you, claim you hard and fast.”
My toes curl, and warmth bleeds out into my limbs.
“That felt good.” I arch up. “Do it again.”
“So greedy.” A soft chuckle slips past his lips, but he does it again.
This time the tingling in my core intensifies. There is an unraveling in my lower belly like he is trying to tug something out of me.
“Cage,” I gasp, clinging to him.
Pleasure coils around and around while the pressure in my center grows. I’m slick, aching, and ready to come. Cage must know this because he moves faster, the bed squeaking with each punishing stroke he gives me.
Arching back against the pillows, he’s taken my body and snapped it like a glow stick. The tip of his cock brushes against the top of my channel, swiping against the sensitive tissue. There is no warning of the pleasure that consumes me.
Hips jerking, my climax grips onto me with an iron fist, and my eyes flutter closed as the world around me fades for a brief second. Every muscle in my body tightens.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck!” Cage growls breathlessly as he slows his strokes, and I bear down, squeezing the life out of him. I can feel my channel trying to push him out, trying to rid my body of his size, but he’s not going anywhere. As I loosen my grip on his girth, he starts up again, fucking me faster and harder.
A hand grips onto my hip as he pulls away briefly to look at our joined bodies. His eyes become luminescent, and I watch in awe as he looks at me with a primal want, as if he’ll never be able to get enough.
“Shit… I’m going to come.” He bares his teeth, and strangely, I want him to bite me.
To mark my body, to leave bruises and love bites so that I can remember tomorrow that this wasn’t a dream. Wanting him to finish inside of me, needing his release deep in my core, I place a hand against his chest and sink my nails into the skin.
“Come inside me, Cage. I want to feel you deep inside me,” I beg, pleading with eyes.
He looks like a god as his chest heaves, and he tips his head backward to release a feral growl. A second later, he stills, and I feel his release filling me. He pulses inside of me and continues coming.
I shiver at the warmth that radiates through me, and when he pulls out and away, I wince, both at the pain and the loss of his body. Shoving off the bed, he walks to the door across the room that I thought was a bathroom or closet. A light comes on, and I push up onto my elbows and look into the room, it’s a bathroom.
Cage reappears, climbing back onto the bed a moment later. There is blood smeared on his cock, and when I look up into his features, I find him peering down at me with remorse.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly. I didn’t want to go too fast, but once I was inside…” he says with a look of shame as he gently parts my legs.
“You were perfect, Cage. It was great.” I give him a soft smile.
He cleans between my legs, wiping the blood and cum from my folds and thighs before cleaning himself off. Then he tugs on his boxers and climbs back into bed. My body stiffens. I’m not sure what to do? The aftershocks of pleasure are no longer messing with my thinking, reminding me that I just slept with a man I was supposed to be just friends with.
Rolling over, I scoot to the edge of the bed and sit up.
“What are you doing?” Cage’s thick voice reaches my ears, and even though I don’t want to, I turn and look at him. He’s lounging back against the pillows, looking utterly fuckable, and my ovaries scream at me to stay.
“Uh, going back to my room. I… I don’t know how this works. Do you make them leave afterward? Do I…” My cheeks start to heat. I should’ve thought this through better.
Cage runs a hand through his midnight back hair, and I stifle a moan. “First, I don’t fuck chicks in this bed, you’re the first and last. Second, you’re not them, and I actually enjoy your company. Third, if you try and leave this bed before I have thoroughly fucked you, I will drag you back in here, kicking and screaming and fuck you until you can’t walk, move, or think without remembering what I did to you.”
My core clenches, and I rub my thighs together, wincing at the uncomfortableness that has formed there. “Pretty sure I’m already going to remember what you did.”
His features soften. “Stay, please. I… I want to hold you.”
Chewing on my lip, I know I can’t leave, not when he offers to cuddle me. He’s so big, and when he wraps his arms around me, I feel protected, secure, and safe like nothing bad in the world can get me.
Making up my mind, I roll over and snuggle against him, burying my face into his naked chest. The warmth of his body radiates into me. He’s like fire, melting away at the icy exterior of my heart. Grabbing the comforter, he tugs it up and over us, holding me tightly to his chest while moving his arm beneath my head, making his bicep my own personal pillow.
“Do you do this with all the girls you sleep with?” I ask openly, yawning.
“No, Nerd. Only you,” he replies softly.
He strokes the side of my face with his fingers, tracing the contours of my face as if he’s preparing to sculpt me. His touch is intimate, searing, and I never want him to let go. I know I’m becoming attached, already wanting more from a man that won’t be able to give me what I want most, love and still, I can’t bring myself to pull away.
“You’re everything, Blair…everything,” he whispers before placing a feather-light kiss against my forehead. I slowly fall asleep in his arms, his warmth and scent surrounding me.
Cage Wilder is home to me, and that scares me more than anything ever has. Even though he promised he’d never let anyone break my heart, I just know, somehow, someway, he’ll be the one to do it. He doesn’t love, he uses, and by giving myself to him, I’ve become another girl in a long line of women who fell hard for him.
18
Cage
I can’t stop thinking about sex with Blair. Fuck, it wasn’t sex. It was something else, making love, becoming one. There aren’t words to put it into a sentence. Being inside her, touching her, knowing that no other man had been there before. There was nothing like it. I’ve been with many women, but nothing compared to Blair.
As I walk up the library steps, I do my best to think about anythi
ng but two nights ago. Murphy poked fun at me earlier today, asking what it was like. He claimed he could hear her whimpers and moans, but I know he couldn’t. All he was doing was trying to get me to spill the beans.
Fucker!
I almost laughed out loud at the shocked look on his face when I told him I wasn’t going to tell him if I did anything with Blair. There had never been a time when I kept my mouth shut about a chick that took a ride on my cock, but Blair was special and nothing like the other girls. She meant something to me, even if I was terrified to admit it. I wasn’t going to shatter that intimate moment we had together by telling everyone and their mother about it.
When I reach the door to our session room, I banish the thoughts away. As I reach for the doorknob, I hear someone inside.
“Everyone says you’re taking cock as payment now. Lay down on the table, and I’ll pay you good and well.” The fucking douchebag on the other side says, and I see red.
Twisting the knob hard enough to rip it out of the wood, I shove the door open. It connects with the wall behind it, rattling the small room. Blair’s worry-filled expression is the first thing to flash before my eyes. My gaze drifts over her. All her clothes are in place, and it doesn’t look like the douchebag tried to touch her. Not yet. Thank fuck, I showed up when I did.
Turning my attention to the fuckwad in front of me, he has the nerve to fucking grin, actually grin, and I clench my hand into a tight fist. I shouldn’t. I really, really shouldn’t. It could cost me everything, and yet, I’ve never felt so compelled to knock a fucker out.
“She fucking you too?” He laughs, and I snap.
Without thinking of the consequences and forgetting the worry in Blair’s eyes, I rear my fist back and punch the fucker right in his prick nose. Bone crunches beneath my knuckles and the sound is music to my fucking ears.
Shock shimmers in his eyes, which morphs into pain an instant later. Blair rushes toward me as he lifts a hand to his bleeding nose.
“You broke my nose, you broke my fucking nose,” he shrieks.
“Good, next time I’ll break your fucking legs. You don’t talk to her like that. Consider this a warning to any other assfucks that are thinking the same thing as you.”
“You won’t get away with this fucker…I’m gonna ruin you.” He shoves past me and into the hallway before disappearing. My blood is still boiling at his words, and I contemplate going to find him to rearrange his face some more. The Asshole needs a lesson in manners, obviously.
Blair’s hand presses against my chest, and she peers up at me through her black-framed glasses. I flinch at her touch but only for a moment. Merely looking at her seems to cool me just enough to take the edge off. Now I want to ravage her, consume her, touch, caress, and kiss every inch of her porcelain skin.
“You can’t do things like that, Cage,” she whispers but doesn’t look the least bit remorseful over what I did. Leaning down, I press my lips to her forehead and inhale deeply. She calms me, calms the beast wanting to break free.
“He’s lucky all he got was a broken nose. I don’t care what the fuck he does, who he tells, or how it comes back on me. I won’t let anyone say shit like that to you.” I stroke her hair, wanting to take her into my arms and hold her close.
I’m a fucking pussy. I know it. Blair has made me want things I wouldn’t ever think of doing with a chick.
“You could get kicked off the team or arrested,” she whispers.
I shrug. “I don’t care.” And I don’t.
Blair pulls away, her eyes bright. “You can’t do things like that, make rash choices without thinking of the consequences. I don’t want to be the reason you lose football or get in trouble with the law. You might not think so now, but you would resent me later for it.”
The fog around my head clears a little at her admission. “I made the choice, threw the punch, and I’ll own up to it. I won’t let someone say shit like that to you.”
Disbelief fills her features. “You have sex with me once, and suddenly you’re sticking up for me. Would you have done this for anyone else? Any other chick?”
Whoa, this is going somewhere I don’t want it to go real fast. “What do you mean? I don’t care about anyone else, only you.”
“You’re missing the point, Cage.” She sighs.
Blair takes a step back and then another until she’s out of reach. She starts to pack up her stuff, and I’m confused. Did I do something wrong? Was sticking up for her the wrong thing? Anger replaces the confusion, and I grit my teeth, watching her get ready to leave.
“You wanted me to let him talk to you like that?” I growl, unable to hide my anger. “What happens if I had been a second later, or a minute? I heard the way he was talking to you. I don’t doubt that he would’ve touched you without consent, or worse.”
“No, Cage, I wanted you to be a civilized individual. I didn’t want you to risk something for me, and I’m not some damsel in distress. I could’ve protected myself. I’ve done so before, and I could do so now.
“What do you mean you’ve protected yourself before? This isn’t the first time he’s come on to you?” I’m livid, close to breathing fire out of my mouth like a dragon.
For a second, shock registers on her features, and then she blinks, and it’s gone. “No, he’s never acted like this before, but that’s not the point, Cage. I’m nothing. Just a hookup.” Her face falls. “You shouldn’t have hit him, not for me. I won’t be the reason you lose everything.”
Clenching my fists, I want to plow the damn things into the wall. “I can’t believe you just said that. You think you’re only a hookup for me? For someone so smart, you say pretty stupid shit.” Insulting her isn’t my intention, but she can’t possibly believe what she just said.
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that,” she growls through her teeth and zips up her backpack before tossing it over her shoulder.
“Where are you going? We have a session,” I seethe.
“Away from you.” She moves toward the door, and I sidestep in front of her, blocking her from leaving. I don’t want her to leave mad at me, even though I am pissed to all hell. Not really at her, but at that fucker, and okay, maybe a little at her, especially for thinking so low of herself and of me. She’s more than a hookup, and we both know it, even if neither of us is ready to admit it. Like a toddler trying to escape, she shoves against my chest, but she should know better. Trying to move me is like trying to move a mountain.
“Move, Cage.” It’s an order, but I don’t take orders, especially from five foot two girls, even if she does have me wrapped around her finger.
“I don’t want you to leave, not like this.” My tone softens.
Blair stares at my chest for a full minute, and I can see she wants to say something. The corner of her lip twitches. “You can’t do stuff like that.”
“Like stick up for you?” I scoff.
“No,” she looks up at me, “like, treat me like your girlfriend. We had sex one time, and now you’re sticking up for me. Putting your future on the line for me. It’s not okay, Cage. I’m not okay with you taking those risks, even if you are.”
“We might not be together, but that doesn’t mean I should slack on being a decent human. I won’t let someone talk to you like that. You’re mine.” The last set of words slip out before I can stop them, but I don’t retract them. There isn’t any point. I know deep down in the pit of my stomach that they’re true.
She is mine.
“I’m yours?” she arches a brow in disbelief, “You’re delusional, Cage. Out of your damn mind. I am not yours. I belong to no one.”
“You’re mine, Blair. Mine. All-fucking-mine,” I growl.
“And are you mine?” she counters, stopping my alpha ass right in its tracks.
Am I hers? I think. That would mean putting a label on us. Label or not, I’m not about to sleep with someone else or toss her to the curb. When I don’t answer, Blair purses her lips and blinks her eyes, impatie
nce draining into her face.
“I…” What the fuck am I supposed to say?
“That’s what I thought. Now move. I need some time to myself, and you should probably come up with a reason as to why you punched Brad in the face.”
“Brad? He even has a douchebag name.” I snicker trying to make light of the situation, but Blair doesn’t laugh or do that adorable snort I love so much.
“I’ll see you later,” Blair whispers, slipping beneath my arm and out of the room, taking her sweet scent with her. A knife twists in my gut, and the strings around my heart tug on my emotions. I’m tempted to grab her, twist her around, and hold her to my chest, leaving her with nowhere to escape, but I don’t.
She wants time to herself, then she’s going to get time to her fucking self.
Two hours later, I find myself in the Dean’s office. Sebastian Miller sits on the other side of the mammoth desk. I’d heard all about him, and his little fiasco with a student who is now his wife. The rumor of him sleeping with a student spread like wildfire around campus. What can I say? College guys are all about sex, and anything involving student and teacher drama is bound to get some type of attention.
“Cage Wilder…” he drawls, tapping his fingers against his desk.
Sebastian is young, very young for a dean, and has an air about him that makes him seem friendly. Almost like he’s your friend instead of an authoritative figure.
“Yes, I punched Berk in the face, and yes, he deserved it,” I confess, leaning back in the chair, which creaks under my weight.
Blair left me in the study room with nothing but time to think of a reason, and still, the only reason I had was because he was a prick to her. There was no point in lying about something that I did, not in my mind. It isn’t like he could punch himself in the face and break his own noise.
“His name is Brad, and even if you feel he deserved it, fighting is against school policies. Plus, you’re an athlete, you know better.”
