With a deep growl, he slid his finger deep inside her. And before he could even add another, she threw her head back, lips parted on a silent moan.
"You like that, baby?"
His answer was a nod and a bite to her bottom lip. Gently, he added a second finger. And then her head snapped up and her gaze met his. He watched her as his fingers slid and retreated deep inside her.
Bending them slightly, he grazed them over that bundle of nerves deep inside her and she widened her stance allowing him more room.
Cage dropped his forehead to hers but he didn't break eye contact. "That's it baby. I know how to make you feel good. Show me you like it. Tell me you like it."
"Jesus — I — I like it. I want —" She didn't finish. Because then, he added his thumb. Gently sliding it over her clit back and forth, back and forth. His fingers inside her and his thumb outside working together in tandem.
And then Talia was flying. Coming around his fingers, her velvet sheath contracting around him, clutching him deeper and trying to hold him inside.
Well, fuck him. Talia Hamilton coming was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.
"I want to see you do that again and again and again. On my fingers, on my tongue, on my dick. But we have to get out of here."
"Cage. No. I don't want to wait. I want you now."
Oh hell, what was he going to do with her?
Eight
Once she made a decision, Talia never wavered. It was one of the perks of being quiet and introverted. She thought about things for a long time and considered all the pros and cons before making choices. So when she decided that Cage was the perfect one-night man, it shouldn’t have made her so nervous to follow through.
It wasn’t like she was a virgin, although she wasn’t even sure one of her previous sexual experiences even counted. If you couldn’t even feel anything, did that count? That definitely wasn’t the problem now. With Cage she felt too much. His lips on her neck made her shudder as his hand moved up under her skirt. It was dark in the hallway, but the occasional sound of voices only made it even more arousing. Anyone could come this way and see her with Cage’s hand up her skirt.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this. People could see,” she whispered.
Cage grunted. “They could. And I bet they’ll all wish they were me, right now.”
Talia moaned when his fingers tugged at the edge of her panties again. Before she could even process what was happening, he’d slid the cotton down her legs and was tucking it into his pocket. Then he was kissing her again and she forgot all about being bare-assed under her skirt. Talia shivered as his strong arms wrapped around her again and lifted her against the wall. He was so strong, and she shamelessly ran her hands over the rock hard muscles in his arms.
“Talia, sweetheart. You’re driving me crazy in this skirt.”
“I am?” She tried not to sound so surprised but the idea that she could drive a guy like Cage crazy was undoubtedly a shock. Then she looked at him and saw the way his eyes focused on her legs. His brow furrowed and there was a light sheen of sweat on his forehead.
A satisfied smile tugged at her lips. She was driving him crazy and she wanted to keep doing it.
Her hands had been busy running all over his chest and shoulders but she used one to tug at his hair. Cage drew back and then his eyes widened when Talia pulled up her skirt slightly. She wasn’t sure where this sudden bravado was coming from, but she loved seeing a big strong guy like Cage panting for another peek at her bare skin.
Her little strip tease seemed to send Cage into a frenzy. He dipped his head and kissed her again, not being gentle this time. She loved it, loved knowing that she’d stripped him of the control he kept close at all times. He leaned forward until they were plastered together and his mouth devoured hers. The wall at her back was the only thing keeping them upright. He shifted so he could reach between them again and Talia whimpered as his hands trailed up her leg again. This time there was nothing in his way.
“You’re so wet for me,” Cage growled into her mouth. “Are you sure about this? We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
She shivered. Cage watched her with hooded eyes, looking like he wanted to eat her up in one bite. The thought of his mouth between her legs was too much to even consider. If the man could make her lose control like that with just his fingers, what could he do with a bed and some time?
You’ll never find out. This is all you have.
It made her sad but she knew it was the way it had to be. Guys like Cage weren’t the ones you counted on to be there when you came home. They were the ones you had fun with in the moment and then moved on from. But if this was all they could ever have, she wanted to take advantage of it.
“I want you. All of you.”
At her words, his jaw tightened. He reached into his back pocket and Talia watched as he withdrew a condom from his wallet. He shifted her in his arms so he could get his cock out. Talia’s eyes widened at the sight. She’d felt him against her while dancing, of course, but feeling it and seeing it were two different things. Cage grinned at her look of shock.
“Don’t worry about a thing, sweetheart. You’re nice and wet so you can take me.”
Talia shivered. Just listening to his sexy-ass voice was all she needed to be ready. This was what she’d always been missing before, this urgency and overwhelming chemistry. After tonight, she probably wouldn’t find this again. She’d eventually settle down with a perfectly nice guy who kissed her gently and made love with the lights off. If this was going to be her last chance to have Cage like this, she wanted everything.
“Cage?” she cupped his face gently. When he looked up at her, she tried to commit that fierce expression to memory. It was going to have to hold her through many nights alone in her bed.
“Yeah, baby? What do you need?”
“You. I want you. Don’t hold back.”
Cage needed to get himself under control. But his control was being assaulted from every direction. Talia’s wild dark hair spilling all over him and teasing him with her soft vanilla scent. Her kiss-plumped lips moving against his cheek made him want to crush anything that threatened her. And he definitely couldn’t look down. The little vixen had pulled her skirt up so that he was teased with glimpses of her bare little pussy every time they shifted.
He’d tried to go slow. She was hesitant and he could tell she didn’t have a lot of experience with this kind of thing. Cage cursed softly. This wasn’t the kind of thing she should have experience with. She deserved better than getting fucked in a damn hallway.
Then Talia had put her hand on his cheek and said something that stole every last drop of control he had.
I want you. Don’t hold back.
The words echoed through his head as Cage rushed to get the condom on. It felt like the damn thing was throbbing angrily, pissed that he was taking so long before he could get where he wanted to be. And he definitely wanted to be there. Every time he moved, her scent surrounded him, making his mouth water. If he didn’t think it would shock the hell out of Talia he would tell her how badly he wanted to get his mouth on her pussy. But he wasn’t sure if she’d ever even done that. The thought of being the first to give her that pleasure made him smile. He planned on being her first on a lot of things. Tonight was only the beginning.
“I’m not going to hold back, Talia. Not ever.”
Whatever she was going to say was halted when Cage shifted her weight in his arms and started to push into her. Her mouth fell open in surprise and her eyes fluttered closed. Cage was caught between wanting to watch the sexy expression on her face and wanting to close his own eyes at the incredible feeling of being snug into the tightest pussy he’d ever fucked.
Baseball. Rugby uniforms. The square root of sixty-nine. Okay maybe sixty-nine wasn’t the best choice when he was trying not to think about sex. Not that it was working anyway because it was too damn good for distractions.
“Cage. It’s
too much. Too big,” she whispered.
Her innocent comment only made him swell harder. Her fingers tightened on his arms, her nails digging into the skin. He tried to hold very still so she had time to adjust. But she kept squirming, trying to find a better position, which of course drove him crazy.
“Talia, sweetheart. If you want me to go slow, you have to stop grinding that hot little pussy all over me. It’s driving me crazy.”
Her eyes popped open. “It is?”
“Fuck yeah. You’re gorgeous, you know that. And you feel amazing. I’m trying not to go all caveman on you.”
Her lids lowered slightly. “Maybe I want you to go caveman.” Her fingers tightened against his arm again before she suddenly clamped down on him. Hard.
“Oh fuck,” Cage’s head fell forward.
He buried his face in her hair, trying to fight the urge to thrust. But when she did it again, he lost that battle. His hips rolled, sinking him even deeper. Talia let out a throaty moan.
“Shit, I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head. “Again. Please Cage. It hurts but it feels good, too. I can feel you everywhere.” Her hands left his shoulders to caress her own breasts through her shirt. The sight of her hands squeezing the plump mounds almost sent him over. She was rougher than he’d thought she’d be. Could his little Talia have a freaky side? The thought excited him so much that he was scared to move because he might come inside of two seconds.
“Cage, please,” Talia begged and then one hand fell to his waist.
He pressed his forehead against hers and snapped his hips. His eyes almost rolled into the back of his head as her pussy practically strangled him the whole way. She whimpered and tossed her head from side to side. Cage was no longer in control as his hips found a rhythm on their own and soon he was fucking her hard, burying his cock inside her warm, wet heat over and over.
Talia stiffened in his arms and then he felt her internal muscles go crazy again. It had been sexy as hell when she was squeezing his fingers but it was irresistible when he was inside her.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come all over my cock.”
Talia’s eyes flew open and she came again, banging her fist against his arm, helpless from the strength of it. Cage fought it as long as he could but in the end, it was the look on her face that did him in.
The completely open, trusting, satisfied look that broke his heart wide open.
Nine
Talia panted, trying to catch her breath. Being in Cage’s arms made her feel like she was untouchable, like he’d protect her from anything. But even he couldn’t stop her common sense from returning.
Slowly, the sounds of the party down the hallway filtered through and the rational part of her brain came back online.
What the hell were you thinking?
Anyone could have seen!
Just walk away!
Cage was still holding her against the wall and she had to work hard not to think about the kind of strength that required. She tapped his arm gently so he’d put her down.
“Oh, sorry. Here, let me help you.”
Cage lowered her until her feet touched the ground and then smoothed her skirt back in place. Sheepishly, she glanced up at him.
“You didn’t give me my panties back.”
He smiled, a slow, confident grin that immediately made her throb between the legs again. “No. I didn’t forget anything.”
Talia’s heart rate sped up at the thought of Cage pulling her panties out of his pocket to look at later. Would he hold them while he was touching himself? She bit her lip, imagining the incredibly sexy Cage stroking that monster dick while thinking about her.
No. You’re not thinking about that. You had your fun and now it’s time to go. Remember?
Talia frowned. She was already romanticizing this and spinning silly fantasies around Cage. But this wasn’t a fantasy. This was the real world. In her world, super jocks like Cage didn’t end up with antisocial bookworms like her. The only way for her not to get hurt was to keep it simple. Casual.
That was the thing, finding someone who liked you the way you really were. Talia’s heart sank thinking what it would be like if she actually tried to make it work with Cage. He wouldn’t fit into her world any more than she would fit into his. He’d say the right things in the beginning, but it wouldn’t be long before he was pushing her to go out more, be more social and do things that were way outside her comfort zone.
Talia wanted to be more social. But she wanted to do it on her own terms and not for a guy. So it was time to end this while they could still be friendly.
“Well, that was fun. But I have to go make sure Bailey’s okay.”
It was total bullshit, of course. Not that she wanted to ditch her friend but Bailey was a big girl and could definitely handle herself. Knowing her friend, she was probably out there dancing up a storm. Even though Bailey had a boyfriend now, she was a fun loving party girl. Nothing would change that. Her boyfriend surely knew and accepted that about her, otherwise Bailey wouldn’t be so happy with him.
“That was…fun?” Cage’s mouth fell open.
Under different circumstances, it would have been hilarious. Cage looked like he wasn’t sure whether to be complimented or insulted. She wondered if he’d ever been on the receiving end of a brush off before. No doubt he was usually the one trying to make a clean getaway after casual sex. But he didn’t look like he was trying to get away this time. Instead, his arm that was next to her head flexed as he leaned closer. His eyes were intense as he got all up in her personal space.
Talia sighed. He wasn’t going to make this easy.
“Yes. It was really fun. But I really should get back.”
“Um, okay. Let me walk you back.”
“No! I mean, that’s not necessary. Bailey and I will be together so we’ll be perfectly fine. You should hang out with your friends. Have fun.”
Cage just stared as she ducked under his arm. Talia ran her hands over her hair, hoping it wasn’t completely obvious that she’d just gotten laid in the hallway. But honestly considering how hot in was in the middle of the dance floor, she wasn’t the only one with limp or frizzy hair at this point.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
Cage’s voice made her feel slightly uncertain. He was being so sweet that she was overcome with a sudden urge to cry. Why did he have to be so nice right now? It would have been so much easier to walk away if he’d done his usual arrogant asshole thing.
“I’m fine. I’ll see you later, Cage.”
Without another glance, she walked down the hallway and pushed her way through to the center of the crowd. Bailey was still dancing her heart out. Once she caught her friend’s attention, she held up her phone. After typing a quick text to Bailey letting her know she was leaving, she pulled up the taxi app on her phone. She couldn’t be here right now.
Her time for being social had officially run out.
Cage watched the back of Talia’s petite form as she walked down the hallway. Her skirt was slightly askew and her wild curls were a tangled mess in the back. Damn, she looked sexy as hell. Every guy she passed stopped to stare as she walked by. They could see the same thing he did, the innate sensuality that shined out of her like starlight.
Still stunned, it took him several minutes to even figure out what the hell had just happened.
He thought he’d just been…dumped.
No. He dismissed the thought immediately. They weren’t even dating. Perhaps that’s what made it all so confusing. They were friends, or at least he thought they were, who were caught in the middle of some kind of strange sexual chemistry. She wasn’t his usual type and he doubted he was hers either. They were just two people who’d gotten caught up in the moment. She wasn’t his girlfriend. Talia’s attitude had reeked of letting him down easy, or a brush off, but that didn’t make sense since they weren’t officially…anything.
Cage gritted his teeth. Why did the reminder that Talia wa
sn’t his girl annoy him so much?
Probably because she dumped you before you even had the chance to ask her out.
He didn’t like to think that he was an egomaniac. But he couldn’t pretend that the idea of being rejected sat well with him. Especially since he had no idea when things had gone so wrong. She’d been completely into it. Completely into him. He’d never felt anything like that. Despite what a clusterfuck he knew it was going to be, the kind of chemistry that he’d experienced with Talia didn’t come along often. The thought propelled him forward and soon he was pushing people out of the way, frantic to find her in the crowd. His eyes scanned over the crush of dancers. Whirling blond hair caught his eye.
Her friend Bailey.
By the time he reached her side, the music had changed to a slower number. He grabbed her arm before she could leave the dance floor. She jerked in surprise and glanced at him with an annoyed expression on her face. It softened only a little when she saw it was him. Cage let her arm go with a muttered, “Sorry.”
She rubbed her arm and glanced behind him. “Where’s the fire?”
“Bailey, where’s Talia?”
She gave him a strange look. “Isn’t she with you?” At his stricken look she pulled out her phone. “Oh, she left. She said she called a taxi.”
Cage wanted to howl in frustration. Not only had she ditched him but she’d gone home alone, putting herself at risk. Once he could get her alone again, he was definitely putting her over his knee for that one. Well, not literally. Unless she enjoyed that. Cage hardened slightly remembering Talia inching her skirt up her bare legs to tease him. He’d been so shocked by that. Talia had always been a sweet, shy girl. Nothing could have prepared him for her lifting her skirt and flashing her bare pussy at him. She was a bit of a dirty girl. She’d probably like it if he swatted her ass. Fuck.
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