Page 76 of Beyond the Cage
Leaving it bunched up on my sternum, he moves everything from the cart to the floor. By now, my breathing is out of control. I’m completely at his mercy, anticipating what he’ll do next. He picks up the bowl of molten chocolate, dips his finger inside, and places it at my lips. I take his finger into my mouth, sucking it clean, our eyes locked the entire time. He dips his finger into the bowl again, this time allowing the chocolate to drip between my breasts. While he leans in, he gives me an ‘oops’ look.Oops, my ass. That was intentional. The moment his tongue touches my skin, I let out a long, deep moan. He licks up the chocolate, driving my body wild with the action. More chocolate follows, from between my breasts down to my stomach. He starts at the end of the trail and works his way up, swirling his tongue. He glides over my breasts, moving close to, but not touching, my nipples. Why is he torturing me?
“Cameron…please.”
The licking stops and the sucking begins. I’m pretty sure there won’t be a hickey-less spot on my breasts when he’s done. Writhing beneath him, I desperately try to free my hands.
“I need you.”
Without even acknowledging me, he reaches for a strawberry, dipping it in the whipped cream. He brings it to my lips and, after I bite into the juicy fruit, he pops the remaining piece into his mouth and reaches for another. Lying next to me, he circles my nipple with the tip of the fruit. My back arches and he leans down, taking my lips between his. A moan comes from the back of my throat as I feel the strawberry slowly travelling down my stomach. He pulls back, staring into my eyes as he moves lower. I gasp when he presses down on my clit.
“Cameron!”
He circles it slowly before moving down, parting my lips with a goddamned strawberry. I’m so wet, so turned on…if he keeps this up, I’ll explode any minute. Still holding my stare, he brings it to his lips and takes a big bite. Something lurches in my stomach and every muscle in my body clenches.
“Oh…you’re bad. You’resobad.”
He chuckles, positioning himself between my legs. Pushing them apart, he dips his head to find my clit with his tongue.
“Oh, God…”
I move my tethered hands down to bury my fingers in his hair. His tongue swirls from my entrance, over my lips, and back to my clit. Closing his lips around it, he sucks and strokes it with his tongue. Pushing my thighs farther apart, he proceeds to lick every inch of my drenched pussy. My hips buck upward and he curls his arms around my thighs, holding me in place. I’m teetering precariously on the edge, moaning and squirming. As his attention return to my clit, I feel the quickening sensation and lose the fight to hold back a scream. My orgasm comes crashing down on me and he increases his speed and intensity. It draws out my climax, leaving me shuddering in a torrent of sheer bliss. My bones turn to liquid and I lie there, unable to move. He releases my bonds, massaging my wrists as he lies next to me.
“You slay me, Mr. Jackson.”
He grins, rolling me with him so I’m lying on top of him. I listen to his heartbeat, waiting for life to re-enter my body. His fingers glide up and down my spine, and I can already feel the stirring between my thighs. I sit up, smirking down at him. His skin looks even more golden in the firelight. My golden Adonis. I grab the bottle of champagne and take a sip but don’t swallow, then lean in to kiss his lips. When he parts them, I allow the liquid to trickle from my mouth to his. He grabs my hips, pushing me back so I’m sitting on his erection.
“We’ll get to that soon enough,” I assure him.
I take the bowl of chocolate and trail a line from his navel to his sternum. For good measure, I add two circles around his nipples then lick my fingers clean. Starting at his navel, I work my way up. His muscles jump beneath my tongue and he moans, sinking his fingers into my hair. I circle his nipple, pulling it into my mouth as I swirl my tongue around it. When I move to the other, he begins to rock my hips, rubbing my pussy against his dick.
“Fuck…”
I slide back, pulling his pajama bottoms down his hips. My eyes lock on to his V-line. Time for our meeting. His fingers curl into my hair as I slide my tongue along the groove. Placing soft kisses across his stomach, I move to the other side. The sounds of his moans only make me want to please him more. I pull his bottoms off and toss them aside. As usual, the Kraken is in top form. While stroking him, I reach for an ice cube from the champagne bucket and place it in my mouth. I roll my tongue around it, melting it. He watches me intently, anticipation in his eyes. I wrap both hands around the Kraken and lean forward, allowing the cold water from my mouth to trickle down his length. He drags a breath through his teeth and grips the blanket beneath him.
With my mouth still cold from the ice, I wrap my lips around him. I bob up and down, humming and moaning as I slurp him up like a popsicle. I glance up at him, and his head is thrown back on the pillows, every muscle in his body taut. It’s empowering knowing I have this effect on him. Pushing his powerful legs apart, I move lower, licking where his thigh meets his hip. I drag my nails down his stomach, heading for his balls, sliding my tongue across it before pulling it into my mouth. The sound he makes is like a cross between a groan and a whimper.
With a grin, I leave his balls, moving back up to wrap my lips around the head of his dick. As I suck on it, I pump him with both hands, intent on giving him as much as he gave me. I take him as deep as I can, pulling back when he releases a tortured sound. When I resume my bobbing motion, he begins pulling on my hair, which means he’s about to come. I slap his hand away, making my intention clear. I’ve never swallowed before, but I want to do it for him. He growls, erupting in my mouth. Swallowing quickly, I suck up the intermittent spurts that follow. Drained, I let him slip from between my lips. That wasn’t so bad. I was expecting it to be…icky…but it wasn’t.
I climb back up to straddle him and he’s staring at the ceiling, trying to calm his breathing. I lay my head on his chest, but the position is short-lived as he rolls over, putting me beneath him. He reaches under the pillows and retrieves a handful of condoms.
“Ever the boy scout.”
One side of his lips curls up and he reaches down to slip a finger inside me. We both moan and he leans in to cover my lips with his. His tongue surges past my parted lips, exploring each crevice and corner. He trails kisses down my cheek and affixes his lips to my neck, sucking at the base of my throat. I throw my head back and bury my fingers in his hair as he sinks his finger deep then switches to the other side of my neck.
“Cameron…”
He moves up onto his knees and quickly grabs one of the condoms, but I place my hand on his to stop him. I take it from his fingers and toss it aside.
“No. I want to feel you.”
His eyes burn with a desire so intense, I’m shaking as he lowers himself on top of me. He grabs the base of his dick and slowly, gently, pushes inside me.
“Yes…”
He moans and begins to move at a smooth, rhythmic pace, rocking his hips slowly, pulling back and pushing deep. I wrap my legs around his hips as he moves in a circular motion. We stare into each other’s eyes, both lost in feeling.
“Baby…you feel so good.”
He lets out a sharp growl and descends on my lips, grinding his against them, sucking on my bottom one until it throbs. Grabbing my hip, he lifts me toward him as he delivers deep, gentle thrusts. Something pools in the pit of my stomach then shoots through my body like a rocket. I give in to the feeling, tightening my legs around him.
