“I’m thinking I want you,” she murmurs, her voice barely audible, but I heard her… and I heard the need in her tone. It mirrors my own and I want nothing more than to give her what she needs.
Running my nose along her cheek and over to her ear, I lower my voice and tell her, “In three seconds, I’m going to kiss you. If you don’t want me to, you should walk away now. No harm, no foul. However,” I pause, nipping at her ear and loving how her entire body shivers in response, “if you stay, I plan on devouring you. I have four hours until I have to be at work and I’ll spend every second worshipping your body… if you’ll let me.”
She stills and I’m afraid I’ve crossed the line and she’s about to bolt, but then she practically melts into my arms. Her body feels amazing against mine, sending thousands of feelings and sensations all at once as she presses against me.
“I want you too,” she whispers, her tone sounding relieved at the admittance, like it’s something she’s been holding inside for too long and needed to get out.
Breathing against her soft skin, drinking her in, I move my lips to hers and kiss her.
Hard.
Tempest meets me beat for beat as our mouths collide. Her hands go from gripping my T-shirt to gripping my shoulders as she uses me for leverage to get closer. Sliding my palms down her body, I cup her ass and hoist her up. She never breaks the kiss. I’m not sure she even realizes her feet are no longer on the ground as I carry her toward the stairs.
That intense, crazy feeling from our first kiss quadruples as her arms move around my neck and her hands glide into my hair… her breasts—those luscious mounds I’ve dreamt about—pressed against my chest.
I need her.
Naked.
Now.
Chapter 21
Tempest
I’m dreaming.
This has to be a dream, right? Because, only in my dreams would I be lying in Cage’s bed, watching him undress. Only in my dreams would a man’s body be so incredibly perfect. Only in my dreams would I be naked and ready for him without any inhibitions.
And, yet, here I am.
And I’ve never wanted a man or to be with a man more.
Even when I was with Asher, we either kept the lights off or had sex under the covers. I was comfortable with him, but I didn’t feel sexy or beautiful or powerful. I assume I turned him on but he never made me feel desired.
Cage makes me feel all those things and more and we haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.
After Cage carried me to his room, he carefully undressed me before laying me down, allowing me a front-row seat to his undressing. Where he was quick to remove my clothes, he’s taking his damn time taking off his own and it’s driving me crazy.
I’m pretty sure he knows it, too.
His eyes haven’t left mine and I feel like I could come from his gaze alone. I’ve seen him with his shirt off, but only briefly and not like this.
“Like what you see?” he asks, and I can’t hold back the disbelieving laugh that leaves my mouth. It’s teetering on unstable. I want to pinch myself… or slap myself… or yell, “What the hell are you doing, Tempest?”
If I was in the business of answering myself, I’d yell back, “CAGE ERICKSON. And don’t you mess it up for me!”
When Cage pushes his loose-fitting shorts to the floor—his boxers with them—and stands up, the laugh dries up on my tongue like a raisin in the sun. My mouth suddenly feels parched—all the fluid in my body rushing straight between my legs.
Squeezing my thighs together, I try not to gape at him and his… cock.
Have I ever thought that word before?
It’s now my second favorite C word. The first being its owner.
“Get out of that pretty little head of yours,” Cage says, his voice low as he swipes his thumb across his bottom lip, looking like an erotic advertisement for everything manly and good in the world.
“I… uh,” I stutter, opening and closing my mouth as I try to get my wits about me.
Between the way my body is responding to him without a single touch and how vulnerable and exposed, yet wanted, I feel, I might combust.
Cage wraps his hands around my ankles, gently at first, stroking my legs up to my knees as he takes me in… and I let him. There’s nowhere to hide, and somehow, I’m okay with that.
Better than okay.
I love it.
When his hands slide back down to my ankles, he grips and pulls, bringing me to the edge of the bed and mere inches away from his cock being exactly where I want it. I’m about to ask him to just put it in when he drops to his knees at the foot of the bed.
“Wha? What are you doing?” I ask, swallowing hard as I brace myself for the unknown.
Cage is so tall that even kneeling he still towers over me. “I told you, beautiful… I’m going to devour you.” His words are deeper than usual, almost a growl, and I’m still trying to comprehend them and the fact he just referred to me as beautiful, when his mouth descends on me.
“Oh...oh, my God… Cage.” I don’t know whether to breathe or scream or lose my ever-loving mind, because his mouth is… “Oh… my… God.” My hands instinctively go to him, reaching and grabbing for anything to hold onto, to draw him closer as his tongue flicks and licks at my clit making my hips rise off the bed.
Asher never did this, and he was the only man I’ve ever been with. I thought it was fictional, something women made up or only happened in pornos.
Cage’s hands circle my waist and he pulls me even further down the bed. His nose nudges at my opening… and then his tongue strokes up and down.
Oh, my God.
My legs begin to shake and Cage’s large hands move to my thighs, holding me open, giving him even more access to my most intimate parts. When he releases one of my thighs and slips not one, but two fingers inside, curling them up and pumping them inside as his tongue circles my clit, the tiny ledge I’ve been clinging to slips out of my grasp and I fall. When I scream his name as my orgasm surges, I honestly can’t believe this is happening to me.
It’s sublime—otherworldly—and I had no idea it could be like this.
My head feels like it’s floating in a cloud.
“Are you alright?” Cage asks, his face coming into view as I lazily open my eyes. I’m Jell-O. My bones have turned to mush and I’ll have to spend the rest of my days just oozing through life.
I swallow, mentally taking inventory, and a small smile creeps up on my face. “I’m… fantastic. That was… I don’t know. I thought stuff like that only happened in pornos,” I blurt out, still reeling from the best orgasm of my life.
“Wait,” Cage says, bracing his arms on either side of my head as he hovers above me. “No one has ever gone down on you?”
I shake my head once. “Nope. That was, uh… that was my first and it was fucking amazing.”
His expression shifts from something that resembles anger to an unmistakable cocky smirk.
“I don’t know whether I want to beat the shit out of your past partners—”
“Partner,” I correct. “I’ve only had… one.” I won’t say his name because I don’t want to taint this moment with the mention of him.
“Then I’m glad I’m the only one who’s ever given you pleasure like that, even though you should’ve been given it time and time again… over,” he says, leaning down and kissing my jaw. “And over.” He drops an open-mouthed kiss to my neck. “And over.” This time, his lips find my breast and he sucks a nipple into his mouth and lights my body on fire.
It doesn’t take much. The inferno is still blazing from my orgasm. Something about Cage’s mouth on me makes me lose all control. I can’t think or overthink or second-guess. All I can do is give into to the tidal wave of emotions and just feel.
“I want you,” I tell him, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding his head to my chest.
I want him in every sense of the word.
I’ve wanted him since the first time I laid
eyes on him, even in my drunken, damaged state, it was like something deep inside me called to him… or maybe it was something inside of him that called to me.
“Please, Cage,” I groan, loving the way his body feels as he lowers himself on top of me, pressing his body against mine. The weight of him… the feel of our skin touching… I want to stay in this moment forever, right here in limbo between the best orgasm I’ve ever had and whatever is coming next.
Chapter 22
Cage
I’m not even inside Tempest yet and I already feel as though I’m about to lose control.
God, this woman.
Tasting her was something I’ve been dreaming about for so long and now that I’ve done it—felt her writhe beneath me and scream my name as an orgasm wrecked her body—I don’t know how I’m going to stop. I’ve moved from her pussy to her tits and everywhere in between and I’m still starving for her.
“Please, Cage. I need you,” Tempest groans, her body mirroring her words, begging for more.
Fuck, she sounds as desperate as I feel and I love it.
I’m still covering her body with nips, licks, and kisses because I can’t get enough of her but, also, as a distraction. It’s been a while since I’ve been with a woman and I’m so fucking turned on, it’s possible I’ll blow my load as soon as the tip of my dick is inside her and that’s simply unacceptable.
I made a promise I was going to devour her and take my time doing it and I plan on never breaking a promise to Tempest.
There’s not a chance in the world I won’t enjoy every moment we’re together, but I want it to be even better for her. I want to erase every bad experience she’s had and show her how good this can be. I can’t fucking believe her asshole of an ex denied her the pleasure she deserves, but that shit stops now.
I’ll gladly take care of her needs.
Once I feel a bit more in control of my body, I sit back on my knees and just look at her. Her body is flushed and primed for me, glistening in all the right places.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I tell her and it’s the absolute truth. It’s like she was fucking made for me, designed with my desires in mind, even though she’s nothing like anyone I’ve ever been with before. She’s different in every way, the best ways.
Her stunning red hair, plump lips, penetrating green eyes—I’ve been attracted to those since day one. Now that I’ve seen the rest—her perfectly placed curves and luscious tits… a pussy I could feast at for days—I’m fucking gone. Done.
I can feel her eyes on me as I lean over and grab a condom out of my bedside drawer, hoping she doesn’t ask me why I have them, because I’d have to be honest and tell her I’d hoped that things would progress with our friendship, and I wanted to be prepared.
I bought them with her, and only her, in mind.
Locking my eyes on hers, I rip the package open and take the condom out, discarding the foil and positioning the latex at the tip of my cock. Her green eyes widen and then go hooded as I roll the latex down my length, gripping my shaft and then stroking back up, pinching the tip.
When she visibly swallows and then trails a hand across her stomach, inching toward her sweet pussy, I close my eyes and bite down on my lip, willing myself to get the fuck under control.
Deep breaths.
“Cage,” she whispers, making me open my eyes back up and I see the hesitation on her beautiful face and I want to shut that shit down, so I lean forward, positioning my face inches from hers.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Tempest… I want to make this good for you,” I tell her, pressing my cock against her so she can feel just how hard and ready I am for her. “You do this to me, every fucking day… every time I think of you. Do you know how bad I want you? It’s all I can do right now not to come on contact.” I lean closer and take her mouth with mine as I stroke my cock against her wet center, sliding between the lips of her pussy.
She moans into my mouth and I can’t take it any longer.
I have to be inside her.
Holding my weight on one arm, I slip my other one between us and replace my cock with my middle finger, running it up and down her slit and then stroking my cock. When I position it at her opening, I pull back enough to lock eyes with her. I want to see her and I want her to see me.
This is us, Tempest, and we’re great together.
When I feel her tense a little as I start to push inside, I brush her cheek with my lips, whispering in her ear. “Breathe… relax… eyes on me.” Just like earlier, when we were sparring, after a few seconds, she does as I instruct. Her thighs fall open, giving me freedom to move.
Slowly, I start to thrust… once, twice…
Holy fuck.
For the first time in my life, I’m thankful for the thin latex barrier, because without it, I would be coming like a freight train.
Tempest is perfect.
Her body fits mine like a fucking glove and I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. When she cries out and grabs my shoulders, it brings me back to the moment and out of my head.
“You okay?” I ask, my body already glistening with sweat as my muscles contract. Fighting off an orgasm takes work, but I’m determined to make this last.
She releases my shoulders and wraps her arms around my neck, taking a deep breath before responding. “Never better,” she says, her voice a bit shaky.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I tell her, my own words becoming breathless and choppy as I continue to move inside her. “You know that?” Nuzzling my nose into the crook of her neck, I lick and kiss, feeling completely overwhelmed by her—tasting her, feeling her, hearing her, being inside her. It’s too much and not enough all at the same time. “So fucking good.”
“You,” she starts, but stops, sucking in a breath as I shift my hips and change positions, rubbing against her clit. “Oh… God… you feel… amazing… so good… best… ever.” Her words are choppy and strung together with moans and cries but they take my ego to all new heights.
I can’t help the smirk against her cheek and I know she must feel it because she laughs breathlessly. “I would make a joke about your head getting big, but… ahhhh,” she cries, panting as she grips my shoulders and I thrust harder, faster. “It’s big enough… so big.”
Oh, fuck, yes.
“Tell me more,” I say, pushing myself above her, letting my hips and thighs do all the work.
Her arms stretch out, grabbing fistfuls of the blanket beneath her.
The look on her face is pure bliss and I’m feeling like the smuggest bastard on earth, knowing I did that… I’m doing that. I’m making her feel good. It’s the headiest feeling. I could get addicted to it, to her… she’s like the best drug.
Sitting back on my heels, I pull her body up, gripping her waist and pounding into her. We’ve had gentle and slow, but I’m ready to feel her walls spasm around my dick. I need her to come again, just in case I don’t last much longer.
“Oh, God… Cage,” she screams and I fucking love it. I love that she’s screaming my name and not afraid to express herself. It’s sexy as hell. “I’m gonna come.” She swallows back a cry and her eyes squeeze shut as another orgasm hits her, making her entire body tremble.
Slowing my pace, I allow her to ride it out, milking my dick in the process.
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“Cage?” she asks, her voice tentative and breathy. When I feel her hand touch my chest, her fingers trailing down my six-pack to the base of my cock, I stop breathing.
“Fuck.”
She huffs out a laugh and I feel the vibration in my dick. “You did that already,” she says coyly.
“Oh, beautiful… I’m not done with you yet,” I tell her, slipping my cock out of her and flipping her onto her stomach. “On your knees.”
The wide-eyed look she gives me over her shoulder makes me think this might be some
thing else she’s never experienced. What the fuck was that douchebag doing? He should have his dick surgically removed and given to someone who wants to use it properly.
“On your knees,” I repeat, giving her amazing ass a light slap.
She huffs out a laugh but follows my command, pushing herself up on her hands and knees. “Like this?”
“Just like that.”
I could come in any position. Shit, I’ve been holding off since she practically climbed me like a tree downstairs, but I want to be deep inside her when I do. And I’m pretty confident I can give her one more orgasm from this position. “Brace yourself,” I warn, lining my cock up with her opening and sliding in, nice and slow.
Tempest moans, throwing her head back, her red hair in disarray against her creamy, white skin.
Looking down to where we’re joined, I can’t take my eyes off my dick moving in and out of her. “You like that?” I ask, loving the sounds she’s making and wanting more of them… more of her.
With one hand gripping her hip firmly, I glide my other up her soft back and twist it into her silky hair. “Tell me, Tempest… I want to hear you.”
“Ahh,” she cries out as I gently pull on her hair, bringing my mouth down to her ear. “So…” I thrust harder. “Fucking…” My balls begin to tighten and the intense tingle starts at the base of my back, radiating up my spine. “Good.” She exhales loudly—part moan, part cry. “I’m going to come… I’m…”
“Touch yourself, Tempest,” I instruct, closing my eyes and letting the sensation wash over me. “Touch yourself… come with me.”
A few seconds later, my climax shoots through me—earth-shattering and mind-blowing—leaving me gasping for breath with a death grip on Tempest’s ass as I hold her to me. Her body, in return, is trembling again beneath my touch and I lean forward, peppering her back with light kisses, tasting the saltiness of her sweat.
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