Page 48 of Caged Heat

“Show me your body, baby.”

“It feels kind of awkward,” I admitted, biting my lip. “What if I took a shower?”

“Yes, let me watch,” he said, eagerly nodding.

Feeling better with a plan, I turned on the shower and undressed, setting the phone on the short wall so it wouldn’t get wet.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Ella. I could stare at your body all day and never get tired of it.”

My face heated as I stepped under the water, hoping I was being seductive enough. It was different when he was here to touch me and make me feel sexy. His words spurred me on, but I couldn’t eliminate the self-conscious factor when it was only me.

Taking the soap, I rubbed it over my body as I watched Jackson. He’d set his phone down now, showing me how he stroked his cock. Getting more into it, I focused on how he moved his hand as I cupped my breasts.

“Yes. Squeeze those titties for me, baby. If I was there, I’d be sucking on your nipple as I plunged my fingers into you.”

Gasping at his words, I followed them and stroked my clit as I spread my legs more. The more he talked and jacked himself off, the wetter I became, surprising myself. Biting my lip, I spotted one of the toys August had gotten to help stretch me. Suctioning it to the shower wall, I rested my hands on the bench and pressed myself back onto the dildo.

“Jesus fuck, Ella. Are you—” he groaned. “Damn, that’s hot. Fuck that dick, baby. Ride it and show me how good it makes you feel.”

Watching him, I lost myself in the action as I pushed back onto the dildo, my fingers flicking at my clit simultaneously. Before I knew it, an orgasm crashed over me, and I screamed out my release, the sounds echoing around the shower.

“Shit, that was hot. Fuck. I’m coming,” Jackson moaned, and I watched as thick ropes of cum shot out of him and landed on his stomach. He breathed hard as he finished, his eyes piercing mine.

“My turn,” August boomed behind me, shocking me. “Watch how it’s done, kid.”

Picking me up from my crouched position, he lifted and speared me on his cock in one motion. I barely had time to adjust as he thrust up, my arms clinging to him as he rutted into me. My slick skin moved with ease against his naked body, his chest hair rubbing against my nipples and bringing me close to another orgasm. I’d lost track of Jackson as August pummeled me with his big dick, my walls quivering as he pulled another orgasm from me. And then another. And another. The man was never satisfied until I could no longer think straight.

I finished my shower with shaky legs, noticing that Jackson had hung up a while back but had sent a few messages.

Jackson: I love you, Ella.

Jackson: I can’t wait to be back with you.

Jackson: That was the hottest thing ever.

Jackson: Now I’m going to go win this account so I can return to you.

Jackson: Tell Papa Bear not to wear you out too much.

Jackson: It’s my turn to use that shower next.

Laughing, I got ready for the day, not missing him quite as bad as I had been and looking forward to both men in my life being in the same place.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

ELEANOR

As the end of the workday neared, eager anticipation for the weekend increased in my stomach. This weekend was Jackson’s fight, and I couldn’t wait to see him in action. There was something about watching him get sweaty as he tackled and hit someone that fueled something in me. It was a touch of darkness and aggression that I could embrace and relish in.

Glancing at the clock again, I sighed when only ten minutes had passed. Tapping my foot against the chair leg, I focused back on the marketing package I’d been working on for a new client. The problem was there wasn’t a way to make aluminum foil sexy, and that was what the client wanted. I moved an image and added a tagline to the poster, but it still didn’t feel right.

Sighing, I scooted back from my desk and walked to the restroom, hoping that a change of scenery would suddenly inspire me. Finishing up in the stall, I pulled up my pants and froze when I heard my name as two girls entered the restroom.

“…I’m so sick of Eleanor. I don’t know how she got the job over me.”

“I swear they’re fucking. He’s always like, ‘Oh, Eleanor said this. Eleanor showed me this.’ Who the fuck cares?! If I could never hear her stupid name again, I’d be happy.”

“Nah, I think he’s gay. Why else would he bypass premium, young pussy? It’s not for her crusted old vag, that’s for sure! She’s the perfect hag, though, for a gay man.”

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