Page 61 of Caged Heat

Was this real? Or had I fallen into a lucid hallucination after work and was dreaming all this? The ER habitually stressed me enough for that to be a likely explanation. But my imagination wasn’t this good. Either way, I was going for it.

Cupping her face, I pulled her back and stared into her eyes. Emotion swirled, and I understood her in an entirely new way.

“I got you, Steph. I see you. You can’t corrupt the willing.” I smiled, loving how pliant she was in my hands. Steph was a force of nature, spinning you out of control with just a look. It was unfathomable to me how she could feel insecure or unsure about herself, but as I stared into her eyes, I caught the vulnerability brimming beneath her boldness.

It made her more beautiful, and I wanted her even more.

“But first, this.”

Sealing my lips to hers, I took the kiss I’d been dreaming about since this summer. It was even better than I’d imagined.

She gasped, opening her mouth to me and inviting me in. Her lips were soft and full, sending tingles to my toes. A kiss had never felt like this, as if I’d just discovered the magic of hot fudge for the first time. Vanilla ice cream was acceptable on its own, but when it became a sundae, it was magnificent.

This kiss would be the kiss I compared all others to. And if I were lucky, they’d all be with her.

Drawing back, I delighted in the way her body swayed toward mine. Her lips parted, and a soft sigh escaped her, setting my heart soaring. Keeping my eyes locked with hers, I softly trailed my hand up her bare thigh. This close to her, I could see the moment her eyes dilated. She licked her lips, and my eyes tracked her tongue, momentarily transfixed by the movement.

It gave her enough time to regain her bearings, and she scooted forward, hiking her leg over mine and moving my hand under her skirt in the process. She grabbed my wrist and inched it forward.

“Don’t stop. Please, Mack, do not stop.”

The desire and need were heavy in her words, and I knew without a doubt I’d do whatever she wanted. The bar had already faded away, and I’d be willing to take her on this table if it meant I got to be inside her. I’d never felt this carefree, this single-mindedly focused.

But at this moment, the only thing that mattered was Steph.

Pushing forward, I gasped when my hand met no resistance. She smirked as I groaned. “No panties? Seriously. How are you real?”

She leaned forward, inching her wet pussy closer to my fingertips. She sucked my earlobe, and my eyes closed as I imagined her sucking something else. “Make me come, Mack, and I’ll show you how real I am.”

I was done for. Completely done for. This woman had stolen my soul, and I never wanted it back.

With more ease than I felt, I slowly stroked her silken folds. My dick pressed against my jeans at the feel of her. Groaning, I dropped my head to her shoulder. “You feel so good.”

Gathering her slickness, I stroked her down the middle and then pressed in. Her tight heat wrapped around my digit like perfection, and all I could think was how my cock would feel.

I might die, but it would be worth it.

She whimpered, her hand stroking the fine hairs at the back of my neck as I pressed further in. I wanted to see her and do so much more, but with our current environment, I’d have to settle for what I had. Because there was no way I was stopping this until she came undone around me.

I would make her come and show her she couldn’t corrupt me. I might be a nice guy, but I wasn’t timid. Granted, I’d never done anything sexual in public before. But if I had to guess, it wasn’t because I was opposed to it, more that my partners had never been daring enough.

Watching Steph ride my finger, feeling her walls clamp around me, and loving how she dug her nails into my forearm when I pressed two fingers inside, I could firmly say I was a fan. Big fan, in fact.

Leaning forward, I took her mouth with mine again. I needed to feel her lips on me. To form this connection that had been buzzing beneath my skin from the second I saw her.

This time, the kiss was more hurried and desperate as we chased each other. Frenzied desire pumped through me, making me dizzy with arousal as I claimed this woman in my mom’s boyfriend’s bar.

When the countdown started, I broke the kiss, barely understanding what was happening. Enough lust fog disappeared; I remembered it was New Year’s Eve. Staring into Steph’s eyes, I challenged her as I continued my unrelenting pace of thrusting my fingers inside her. As the seconds slipped away, I reached down and pinched her clit just as the crowd shouted, “Zero,” and watched her fall apart.

Steph came apart as the crowd around us celebrated the moment, and it oddly felt like they were sharing in the afterglow as Steph came undone. Her pussy clamped down on my hand, and her body convulsed as tremors ran through her, sending shockwaves of pleasure. Her pupils blew, and she muffled her cry by biting her lip.

It was beautiful watching her come, and it triggered something deep inside me that I hadn’t known existed. Two pieces had finally slotted into place, and I suddenly felt connected.

Steph didn’t take her eyes off me, her breaths returning to normal as she came down from her high. Slowly, I withdrew my fingers and wished they could stay between her legs. They belonged there. I belonged there.

“Happy New Year, Steph.”

“Happy New Year, Mack.”

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