Caged: Cellar Door Series

by Pars, K.

  “What do you mean he’s not here Matt? I have been calling him since yesterday. Where did he go? Has he taken his meds? Have you checked his side to make sure it’s not draining or infected?” I was willing to bet cold hard cash Kylee had a finger shoved in Matt’s chest poking at him with each question.

  “I’m not his keeper Kylee. He wants to go, he can go. This is home, not a damn prison ward. He’s a grown ass man. I’m not here as a baby sitter. JD’s my roommate, my fucking friend. I get paid to scout his fights, to work on getting him back in the legit world of fighting so that he can go pro, because I believe he can. I’m not here to play Dr. Phil between you and him and you’re inability to communicate with each other.” Matt’s voice had risen and I could tell how much the strain of being in the middle of Kylee and I was getting to him. Matt didn’t lose his shit unless there was a reason too. Fucking Christ, the kid took care of too damn much as it was, he didn’t need this too.

  I cleared the last few steps from the hallway; striding into the living room, t-shirt in hand; both Matt and Kylee giving me shocked looks. I was right; she had a digit shoved in his chest. I put in the appearance, walking into the shitstorm that was in full force and rounded on Kylee.

  “You got a problem with me, leave Matt the hell out of it. If I don’t answer my phone it’s because I don’t have something to say or I’m busy. Me not answering isn’t an invite to show up giving Matt a rash of shit that I deserve.” I pulled my shirt on wincing when the muscle and skin on my injured side pulled tight at the staples beneath the fresh bandage. As my head popped through I caught both their incredulous looks. Matt’s because of what I’d said to Kylee and her’s because of the fact I was in the room when she’d clearly been put on notice that I wasn’t home.

  I didn’t give her time to fire up about that. “What is it that has your panties in a wad this early in the morning Kylee?”

  Her dark eyes blazed, her finger retracting from Matt’s chest to poke into mine. “Don’t you dare try to ignore me damn you JD! I was worried about you and you didn’t frigging answer. I thought we were passed that crap.” She was throwing my words right back in my face.

  I wrapped two of my fingers around the one she had jabbed in my breast bone and pulled it down, tugging her at the same time. She stumbled forwards, her body falling up against mine as I forced myself to ignore the sharp stab of pain at my side.

  I’d tried Friday night to explain myself and failed but she’d been right, the night had been too fucked for that kind of conversation. It was nothing but pride that had me ignoring her calls Saturday. I knew I didn’t deserve her but damn it, every time she was in my line of sight, I wanted her. It was time we had it out because I wasn’t letting her believe for one more fucking minute that I didn’t want her. “Don’t blame Matt because of something I did to piss you off. He’s your friend Kylee. He’s not the enemy.”

  Her head tipped back, her stubborn chin rising as she pointed those big browns at me and glared. “Then don’t put him in the middle by covering for you. If you don’t want to talk, tell me.”

  I couldn’t stop the smirk as I lowered my face down to hers to whisper against her ear. “If I’m not talking to you, how am I supposed to tell you that? Kind of the opposite wouldn’t you say?”

  I could hear the scowl in Kylee’s voice; her small body beginning to tremor as she whispered back. It was validation that Kylee was as affected by me as I was her. Man that sat all kinds of right with me. “Text is not audible but counts as telling me. I just wanted to know you were okay. I needed to know damn it.”

  Matt’s shuffled foot steps out of the room weren’t lost on me and my smirk turned into a wicked grin even with the hell cat I had my arms wrapped around.

  “I would have reached out to you when I was ready baby girl.”

  Kylee stiffened against me. “It’s not always your call to make JD. You can’t decide when the people who care about are allowed to actually care about you. It’s not a light switch that’s turned on or off.”

  It was my turn to go rigid. She was wrong. I’d seen it. Lived it first fucking hand that sometimes with people it was an on-off switch, sometimes it was just stuck on off. My dad had pounded that in to me well.

  Soft lips grazed my jaw, the shock pulling me back to where I was, the gentle press of her mouth to my skin causing my dick to swell and my mind to short circuit.

  “JD, not everybody is like your dad. Some of us care all the time and will never stop. Even when you’re being a jerk and confusing the hell out of me.”

  Don’t know that I was buying into that but her lips rubbing against my skin, her body pulled up tight to me kept me from arguing the point. I dipped my head capturing her lips, my mouth covering hers, my tongue teasing the seam of her lips until they parted. A soft moan from Kylee poured into my mouth. Plunging past the soft pillows, I tangled my tongue with hers, ours dueling, sliding against one another, the taste pure Kylee. It was something I could look for forever and never duplicate. Talk about firing someone up, it was fucking killing me, the need to be closer, to explore, taste and tease her riding me hard.

  She groaned; the sound vibrating against me and I was done for. Fuck the stab wound; I’d deal with the pain later; talking could wait. It was supposed to be just a kiss, I think that’s all I meant but that had taken a sharp left hand turn as Kylee matched my fervor. My intentions headed wholly in another direction; one my body was fully ready to follow.

  I gathered Kylee’s denim clad ass in my hands and scooped her up, her legs wrapping low around my waist and headed to my bedroom, each step creating friction between us that was driving me bat shit crazy with need, the wound at my side barely a whisper. I was never so fucking happy to grace my bedroom door and kicked it shut behind us.

  Leaning a knee onto my bed, I deposited Kylee on it, the mattress sinking beneath her slight weight, our mouths not separating as we explored one another. Our tongues danced and swirled around each other while I eased her back with my sheer weight, crowding her with my body. I slide a hand beneath the small tank top she had on, my fingers splaying across her side, floating up over her skin to cup her breast over the lacy bra she was wearing. She shuddered at my touch, her body responding like it was made just for me.

  Kylee’s back arched bringing her hips closer to mine and my already erect dick jerked in anticipation. I was trying to maintain some control; to make sure that she would get as much pleasure from this as I would when all my dick wanted was to sink into her slick warmth and claim her. My skin felt flushed, heat running along it like an electrical pulse; my whole being on fucking go. Kylee could get me there faster than any woman I’d ever been with and there’d been a few. It was more than just firing it up, it was the connection that had existed between us for as long as we’d known each other.

  I pushed her bra up over one breast, filled my palm with the warm weight of the globe, my thumb ghosting across her rosy nipple. The peak swelled; the nub standing at attention and I pulled back from our kiss, to lower my head down to her breast and sucked that sweet pink tip between my lips, my tongue laving across the sensitive area, my teeth scraping the tender flesh.

  Kylee’s hands dug into the sides of my head, gripping the short strands of my dark hair as I sucked the puckered peak further between my lips, my hips rocking against hers, the arch of her back bringing her sweet flesh more fully into my mouth.

  We had way too fucking many clothes on, I felt like my shorts were strangling my raging erection. Kylee beat me to the thought, her hands shimmying down between us to dispose of her shorts and underwear, the process bringing her body up to mine more fully when she bridged up to pull them down over her hips. I couldn’t stop the groan that I let loose around her nipple, my heated breath washing over it. Kylee’s nails dug into the sides of my head again, holding me to her as she moaned out my name. My dick grew even thicker at the sound.

  Shoving the other side of her bra up, I gave her other breast the same treatment, tugging and
sucking the supple nipple into my mouth, relenting long enough to let Kylee pull my t-shirt over my head and arms. Her breaths came out in pants as I teased the soft flesh of her breast with my mouth and tongue, the other with my finger and thumb, tweaking the swollen peak until Kylee was writhing beneath me, a myriad of sounds falling from her lips.

  My chest bare, I needed more, had to have full skin to skin and helped Kylee wriggle free from her tank top, her nimble fingers taking care of her bra quicker than I could. Pulling back I gazed down at the expanse of skin Kylee was showing. She was completely naked and I soaked in every inch of that perfection, my dick throbbing painfully against my shorts. Kylee’s eyes traced my ink, her fingers following along, running over my arms and chest causing me to suck in a breath, my muscles bunching up. The feel of her fingers running over my skin had me wanting her hands wrapped around my cock.

  Moving my hands to my shorts I got the offending fabric out of the way, stepping out of each leg before kicking them away from me. My cock jutted straight out in front of me, Kylee’s eyes going wide when she lowered her gaze down to my thick length. The pink tip of her tongue did a slow lap around her lips and that simple action almost brought me to my knees. Kylee had me on go, well past it, full fucking throttle.

  I lowered myself over her, resting my forearms along both sides of her head, letting my weight set over her small frame. I held there, just above her, not wanting to force this between us but unable to voice that shit. Kylee solved it when she reached between us and wrapped her slender fingers around my cock, my body spasming at the pure rush of pleasure that flashed through me.

  “Your fucking killing me baby girl…” Pumping my hips forward, her hand slid along my cock, her fingers squeezing, unable to completely meet because of my size. At this rate I was going to lose it before it got good, shit, before it got fucking great.

  Pulling back, Kylee whimpered when I popped free of her hand so I could move down her body, her legs parting wider to give me full access between her thighs. Kissing Kylee was one experience I couldn’t get enough of, I had to taste her, sample her fully.

  Her sweet core was already slick, glistening with her juices. I traced my tongue through her pink folds, slowly parting her flesh and lapping up her essence as she shifted restlessly. Her fingers grasped at my head; the tips of her nails digging into my skull needing more. I made another circuit, my tongue teasing her folds as she mewled and I fucking loved it.

  “Sweet baby Jesus JD…please…please…. “ Yeah, that please did it every damn time. I circled my tongue around her clit and then sucked the tight bundle of nerves into my mouth, flicking at the bud with my tongue, teasing her higher. Kylee’s hips bucked, my hands gripped both of her sides to hold her steady beneath me which wasn’t real hard considering I had over 60lbs of rock hard muscle on her petite frame.

  Nothing in the world beat unraveling a woman, especially this one. I fucked her with my mouth, my thumb rubbing firmly against her clit as I dipped my tongue lower to plunge inside of her core. My hellcat was thrashing, her hair flinging over the bed wildly as she screamed out my name, her juices weeping into my mouth. She fell over the edge of her orgasm and I kept right on fucking her with my tongue, my thumb rubbing over that sweet spot until I’d rung every bit pleasure from her.

  Kylee’s body relaxed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her screams quieted into soft pleas as she slowly released the hold she had on my hair, her hands falling to my shoulders.

  Rising up over her, I sat back on my heels and leaned over to the nightstand next to the bed, pulling a condom from the drawer. I felt my side protesting and couldn’t pretend to give two shits about it, not when I had Kylee in my bed, under me, soon to be wrapped around me.

  I tucked the foil package between my teeth, Kylee’s half lidded eyes watching me in fascination, and tore it open, unrolling it over my cock, stroking it while I let my eyes roam over her body. My abdomen flexed, clenching tightly as another shot of lust rushed through me. I couldn’t remember wanting a woman more than I wanted Kylee. Lowering my hands, I ran them both up Kylee’s thighs, skimming over her soft flesh, her body quivering at the touch.

  “So fucking perfect….” Moving over her, I nudged at her entrance, her legs wrapping around my waist, her pussy pushing down over me. I couldn’t hold it, I thrust forward, burying myself balls deep in her liquid heat as my name tore from her throat. I groaned deeply. I could get lost in her body for days, weeks even and it never be close to enough.

  “Look at me Kylee. Let me see how good I make you feel baby girl.” She forced her eyes open, her hands clutching at my back, her nails digging into my skin and it felt like perfection. I’d happily wear her marks as proudly as I wore my ink.

  I pulled back slowly, held Kylee’s gaze and drove into her core with another deep thrust, her neck arching, her lips parting as she panted through the fullness swamping her.

  God damn it was a beautiful sight watching Kylee’s pleasure burning in her dark eyes, her face flushed. I set a pace that kept increasing, pumping in and out of her, building that pleasure into a crescendo that rocked my fucking world as she came apart again. Her tight center clenched down on me as I pounded in and out of her; a final deep thrust forcing my climax from me. Every muscle tightened; my back bowing as my cock pulsed through my release.

  All but collapsing over her, lowering down to my forearms, my breathing matched hers, sweat slicking my back and winced.

  “Oh god JD…I hurt you.” I crushed my lips over hers, silencing her. The pain I could handle from my side especially since it was riding shotgun with the pure pleasure I was still feeling.

  Kylee settled beneath me, her arms wrapping around my neck, returning my kiss. Pulling back I gave her a wicked grin. “I’m all good baby girl. No worries aight?”

  Kylee nodded, a small giggle leaving her lush mouth.

  I cocked a brow. “Something funny?”

  She shook her head back and forth in the negative. “No. Nothing at all.”

  “Uh huh…” I eased from her, careful to make sure the condom stayed in place and that I didn’t hurt her. She was bound to be tender and even though I knew she’d enjoyed it, my back bore the evidence of how frenzied I’d driven her. My control had been shredded and I’d been less than gentle. Gentle could come later. I’d needed her like I needed oxygen.

  Sitting on the side of the bed, I looked over my shoulder at her; my pulse finally slowing and waited for her to explain the giggling she was still doing, her cheeks stained pink. I would have paid good money to have had the time to lay in the bed with Kylee’s body draped over mine but I didn’t have that luxury.

  “Um, don’t you hear the music?” I thought maybe Kylee had lost her damn mind but she hadn’t. Having it pointed out, I did hear music blaring from the living room and laughed.

  “I guess Matt wasn’t much interested in hearing us.” I didn’t know when he’d turned it on but he had it up loud as hell.

  “Yeah and…” The pink on her cheeks deepened. “I should have known you go commando.” Her giggles turned into rich laughter, her breast jiggling enticingly.

  “Not that it’s a state secret but why should you have known that?” I didn’t recall advertising it, not that I was firing on all cylinders with Kylee laying naked in my bed.

  “Don’t you remember that time I was going to shank your pants, pull them down at school in the cafeteria after you embarrassed me to death telling Ritch that I wasn’t going to be going anywhere with him, especially not to Prom. I hadn’t even had time to tell him no before you jumped right in.” I did recall that. Kylee had already drug me out to get a tux to take her; no way was that punk going to think he had a shot with her.

  “Yeah I vaguely recollect that. You didn’t go through with it though.”

  “No I didn’t because you announced that unless I wanted everyone in the school to see you in the raw, I’d better leave your pants where they were.” The pink spread down over her neck.

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p; I laughed deeply, a rich true laugh, the sound unfamiliar to my own ears. It had been a long time since I’d found something truly amusing but recalling Kylee’s shocked face that day did it. I leaned over her, planting my hand into the mattress near her head, smirking.

  “Was a good call on your part. The girls were bad enough; you didn’t need to give them any more reason to hound my ass.” Kylee scoffed, her dark eyes changing from languid to blazing in less than a second flat.

  “It wasn’t your ass they were after.” She folded her arms under her chest, pushing the full globes up and making my mouth water for another taste.

  “Easy hell cat, your claws are showing.” Kylee’s hands rose to push at my arm. Sitting back I watched her roll to the other side of the bed and get out of it, gathering her tank top and bra. Coming around to where I was sitting she leaned over to pick up her shorts and lace panties, her ass presenting beautifully which made my semi hard dick begin to lengthen again. Pretty damn sure a taste would never be enough, not in this lifetime.

  I reached out and wrapped my fingers around her arm, tugged her to me and planted her in my lap wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her in place.

  “Hey, I was just teasing you baby girl. What’s the deal?” She shrugged her shoulders, not looking at me. How the fuck had we just gone from laughter to this? This was half the fucking problem between us…zero to 5000 on the anger/hurt scale in less than 2.2 and I had no idea why.

  “What is it Kylee?” She laid her head against my shoulder, her face buried in my neck and I had to strain to hear her.

  “I hated it. Those girls threw themselves at you. They still do. Every time you walk in a room, it’s like a magnet has appeared and they are all drawn to it. I hate the way they look at you and fawn all over you. The fact you give them the time of day. Worse, I completely understand why they do it.” Kylee’s lips pressed against my neck and I swear I could feel her erecting her own walls around her heart before she scooted off my lap in a hurry to get away from me, her back straightening.