Page 37 of Beyond the Cage
I’m done playing games. I want him and he wants me; for now, I don’t care about anything else. Thrusting his hand beneath my knees, he springs to his feet, taking me with him. He lets me down and shoves his hand into his pocket. Without even counting it, he tosses a wad of cash on the table. I see where this is going. I quickly grab my clutch as he takes my hand and drags me along through the restaurant, oblivious to the people watching us with curious stares. Outside, he pulls me against him, my back to his front, as we wait for the valet. I should wear heels more often because my ass is exactly where it should be – nestled against his dick. I lean in to him and instantly know he’s using my body to hide his arousal. With a devious smile, I push back into him, and he groans.
When the car finally arrives, he tips the valet and waits for him to disappear before moving. I giggle as he helps me in. Maybe the wine has gone to my head, but I’m feeling extra frisky – and that’s saying something for me. I can’t sit still and he’s driving too slowly, or so it seems. Maybe I should give him a little encouragement. Leaning back, I recline my seat. He shoots me a curious glance as I slip off my right shoe and place my foot on the dashboard. My dress slides down, exposing my thigh. I watch as his fingers twitch.
“You want to touch me, don’t you?”
He rests his elbow on the console between us and makes a fist. Slowly, I run my fingers up my left thigh, pushing my dress farther up. He reaches for me then pulls back. Taking the initiative, I place his hand on my thigh, slowly inching it north. Finally, he gives my thigh a light squeeze and moves forward on his own. As it does whenever he’s close, my breathing accelerates. I can’t think of anything but his touch as he moves closer to my throbbing pussy. Pushing my panties aside, he runs his finger over my lips, bottom to top. My back arches as a shiver rocks my entire body.
“Yes…”
His fingers probe, slipping between my wet lips. An overwhelming need builds inside me, aching, getting stronger with each stroke of his fingers. It’s a need only he can satisfy, an ache only he can soothe. When he presses down on my clit, I push my thighs together, trapping his hand between them.
“Cameron…” I moan.
Realizing we’ve stopped, I open my eyes. There’s a garage door rolling up from what seems to be the back of his gym. In the Cayenne’s headlights, I see his Harley and a Mercedes Benz GL Class SUV parked inside. I release his hand as he pulls in. Before the door is even halfway down, he hops out and hurries to my side of the car. As he yanks the door open, I rip off my seatbelt, jumping out and into his arms. I’d forgotten how good it feels to have him hold me.
However, the feeling is short-lived as he pushes me against the car, crushing my lips beneath his, not demanding but taking. When I part them, he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth, feasting on my lips, my tongue. His hand slips under my dress, caressing my thighs. I moan, hooking my leg on his hip. He grabs my thigh, anchoring it in place. Sliding my fingers under his jacket, I push it over his broad shoulders. He releases my leg just long enough to shrug out of it, letting it fall to the ground. I can’t breathe. I need air. I break away, gasping.
Before I can catch my breath, he spins me around, bending me over the hood of the car. The sound of his zipper prompts me to pull my dress up, holding it in place. Closing my eyes, I imagine the Kraken being released, but the ripping of the condom wrapper brings me back to the moment. Without pre-amble, he nudges my legs apart, moves my panties to the side, and enters me with one stroke. I cry out as he fills me, clenching my fists on the hood of the car. He moves fast and furious, slamming into me, grunting with effort. I whimper as he takes my body on a magical ride. His hands slide from my hips to my shoulders and he bends his knees, thrusting upward.
“Oh, God!”
With each thrust, I feel my need slipping away and building up at the same time. How is that possible? How does he do this to me? I can never get enough of him. He’s like a drug – the more I get, the more I need to feed my addiction. He presses his lips to my back, nipping at my flesh with his teeth. My body quivers, heat rushing from head to toe. I clench my muscles, holding on to him tighter as I feel my orgasm approaching. I scream, calling his name, which is exactly what my body is doing – calling out to him, shouting to him that it’s his.
And it is.
I am.
I am his.
CHAPTER 10
The softest things in the world overcome the hardest things in the world. – Lao-Tzu
After our little tryst in the garage, he picks me up and carries me upstairs. He sets me down at the foot of his bed and turns me around so my back is to him. I close my eyes as he moves my hair to the side then places his hands on my shoulders. His thumbs brush my nape, tracing the flower tattooed there.
“Jasminum Multiflorum. The Star Jasmine,” I explain.
He moves to my zipper, slowly sliding it down. Next, he’s pushing the straps of my dress over my shoulders and down my arms, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. Stepping out of it, I kick it aside. He frees my hair from the clip, moaning as he runs his fingers through it. I turn to face him, battling a strong need to have his naked skin against mine.
“My name…it means ‘gift from God’. You better start treating me like it.”
He draws a sharp breath, regret evident in his eyes. I loosen the knot in his tie then unbuckle his belt, my eyes never leaving his. The way he’s looking at me right now is what turns off the left hemisphere of my brain. With his belt, button, and zipper undone, I reach for his shirt, pulling it free from his pants. I work on the buttons, lightly brushing my fingers against his chest as I go. Slipping my hands beneath the material, I push the shirt over his shoulders. He falls to his knees before me and unbuckles my shoe – the one I’m still wearing. When I step out of it, he hooks his thumbs into my panties, pulling them down, and I kick them off. As he rises, his lips skim across my hips, my stomach, and my sides. Each spot he touches tingles and leaves a heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach. When I reach for his pants, he shakes his head and points to the bed. I climb under the covers and watch him as he strips. I wish he would hurry, but he’s taking his sweet time. When he finally joins me, I climb on top of him and lay my head on his chest.
“I missed you.”
He heaves a deep sigh, wrapping his arms around me.
“I missed this. You, holding me…” I kiss his chest, slowly moving up. “Touching me…” His breathing becomes heavier with each kiss. Cradling his face, I bring my lips as close to his as possible. “Kissing me…” I press my lips to his in a tender kiss, then pull away and give him a stern glare. “I forgive you, but don’t do that to me again, mister.”
I recognize the apology in his eyes as he shakes his head. Moving back down, I run my tongue along his neck, his tattoos, and his sternum. I circle his nipple and feel as it puckers beneath my tongue. He moans, burying his hand in my hair. Looking down at his stomach, I remember what I wanted to do that first night in his dressing room. Leaning forward, I slide my tongue over his abs, watching as his muscles jump. He moans again when I dip my tongue into his navel. I kneel between his legs and peek up at him. His dick is standing tall and proud, pre-cum glistening on the tip.Good God Almighty. I marvel at the sight of him. I wonder what his piercing would feel like – without a condom – against my walls, my tongue. He moves up onto his elbows and smirks at me.
“It must have hurt,” I say, referring to his piercing.
He raises his hand, bringing his thumb and index finger together.
“Just a little, huh?”Yeah, right.
I wrap my fingers around his dick, getting my first proper look at him. He’s not just thick, but long; hard and soft all at the same time…velvety.Did Jamal feel like this?I may be biased, but I doubt it. He falls back on his pillow as I begin to stroke him up and down. Changing positions, I straddle him once more.
