Caged

by D H Sidebottom

  Red lay beside the bed, stretched out on her side, and her soft snores made me smile. I missed Dave, along with his morning kisses that would wake me at 7am like clockwork. And the way he would nuzzle his cold nose into my hand, telling me it was time for scratches.

  The clock on the bedside table told me it was a little after 2am. I was surprised to find the other half of the bed empty and I frowned, swinging my legs over the edge, wondering where Anderson was.

  The house was relatively quiet apart from a few muffled sounds coming from the lounge area. It grew louder the lower I descended, a mix between groans and quiet talking.

  My heart beat harder the lower I got, the apprehension of what I would find making my skin feel too tight. The last time I had walked in on Anderson I had been greeted to James’ dead eyes and the red stain of his blood covering the floor. Plus, Anderson hadn’t exactly been in a great mood when he’d left.

  However, what I did find was, although as shocking as a dead body, nothing remotely akin to the horrific discovery of the last time.

  I should have moved away. I should have turned around and gone back to bed. But I couldn’t. My legs wouldn’t move and my eyes wouldn’t budge from the scene playing out in Anderson’s front room.

  The air stank of sex, the stifling heat to the room suffocating with the energised lust pouring from Anderson and Robbie.

  Anderson was on his knees on the carpet in front of Robbie. His eyes were locked onto Robbie’s face as he slowly but deeply took Robbie’s cock to the back of his mouth and then gradually pulled back. The rhythm to his sucking was hypnotic, almost regulated, the forward and backward motion of his head enthralling me.

  Robbie’s hands were tightly clamped around Anderson’s head, controlling every single stroke in and out of Anderson’s mouth. The look of sheer pleasure and profound lust on his face made my mouth dry and my belly heavy with warmth.

  I’d never witnessed anything so utterly erotic in all my life. Unlike their violent fucking in the basement, there was something completely different this time. There was no rush between them, no aggression or frantic urgency, and an absolute effortlessness to their coming together. Anderson was completely in Robbie’s control, obeying every single unheard command and concentrating wholly on his partner’s pleasure.

  Robbie’s head fell back when Anderson sucked deeper, taking most of his cock into his mouth at the same time as he lifted his hand and cupped Robbie’s balls in his palm.

  “Shit, Anderson.” Robbie’s voice was gruff and full of need, the sound of it turning the heat in my stomach into something new - something more.

  Anderson’s tongue swept out and he ran the flat of it up the underside of Robbie’s cock, then collecting the pool of pre-cum, he dragged it around the head, a shudder ripping through him when Robbie hissed indulgently.

  “You want me to fuck you?” Robbie asked through the clench of his teeth.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off Robbie’s face as he looked down. There was a needful hunger in his eyes, and a respect, both at the same time. It confused me. Anderson couldn’t be gay, not after the way he had fucked me. So what did that make Robbie if he wasn’t his boyfriend?

  Anderson nodded, staring up at his friend/lover. “This time though, I want to do things a little differently.”

  Robbie quirked an eyebrow. “Oh? What…what do you want?”

  “I want to be buried deep inside Kloe when you take me.”

  My eyes snapped to Anderson who had turned his face my way. He was staring at me with a darkness in his beautiful eyes, a question and an order glaring at me.

  I thought I had been hidden from them, concealed by the angle I stood in the doorway watching them. I was wrong.

  My mouth fell open, stunned at both his intuition and his comment.

  Slowly, Anderson stood up and strolled across the room to me. He was completely naked and the breath in my lungs caught in my throat. His muscles rippled deliciously as he walked, the deep contours of his stomach hardening and damp with sweat, and his thick thighs showcased just how much power he had, both physically and characteristically.

  “You’re still here.”

  His cryptic statement made me frown.

  “I thought you would have gone. I left the door unlocked. Tell me why you’re still here?”

  If I didn’t know him so well I would have misconstrued his question, thinking that he was angry that I was still in his house. Yet it wasn’t anger he spoke with but shock and perplexity.

  “I was hoping you’d tell me,” I whispered, unable to get my voice any higher.

  He was right; I could have walked away so easily after he’d gone. But there was something inside me, inside this house, in Anderson, that held me back. As stupid as it sounded, I wanted to learn – learn what he had promised me I would learn. Him. And myself.

  A ripple of a smile moved across his lips but he didn’t indulge me with an answer. Instead, silently, he took my hand and directed me across the room to where Robbie stood patiently waiting.

  “Hello, Kloe.”

  I returned his greeting with a smile, not sure if words would come out of my dry mouth. My heart was racing inside my chest, banging furiously on my breastbone. Surely what I thought was about to happen, wouldn’t. Surely Anderson had been joking.

  Yet when Anderson moved behind me and his hot breath rushed across the nape of my neck I had trouble holding back the moan.

  “Do you trust me, Kloe?”

  Knowing the answer to his question so quickly made me realise there was something so very wrong with me. Because I shouldn’t trust him, I shouldn’t even be standing there, arousal and need making me eager. Fire licked my body with anticipation and excitement. I wanted what they both had, yet deep within me I knew I shouldn’t want it. I shouldn’t have been so accepting of what he wanted. I shouldn’t have allowed him to manipulate me like he was. But I couldn’t help it. The moment his skin touched mine I lost all power over myself, and all train of thought.

  A simple nod of my head and a simple ‘yes’ from my lips brought a muted gasp from Anderson. My acceptance confused him as much as it did me.

  “Take his cock in your mouth.” His harsh demand made my bones vibrate with need. My thighs trembled and my breath caught when, slowly, I dropped to my knees before Robbie.

  Aware of Anderson right behind me, I stole a glance over my shoulder.

  “It’s okay. You want to stop then we stop,” he said softly, easing my worries.

  I’d never done anything like this in my whole life. My sex life existed of me and Ben, and nothing more. I hadn’t experienced lots of different partners. Ben had been a gentle and encouraging lover, but there was nothing explosive about us when we had come together. But now, knelt before a man, with another man right behind me, I thought I might pass out from the sensations already running through me. Excitement, nervousness and longing made my breath come in quick short bursts and my body felt heavy with desire.

  Apprehensively, I leaned forwards and took Robbie’s cock in my hand. The faint hiss of approval through his teeth at my fragile, anxious touch made my eyes fix on his as I bent and took him in my mouth.

  His jaw fell and he blinked slowly when I sucked gently. Whereas to me, my timid movements seemed inexperienced and stupid, the look in Robbie’s eyes as he watched me suggested he found them arousing and gratifying.

  “Good girl,” Anderson whispered in my ear. “That’s it, good girl.”

  I nodded, reassured a little, and sucked harder. Robbie’s groan rewarded my effort and I started to relax. My heart still beat hard and my thighs still trembled but my rhythm, encouraged by both men, grew faster and smoother.

  Robbie wasn’t circumcised like Anderson, and I made a mental point to ask him why, but when I felt Anderson’s hand slip through the waistband of my bed shorts and he pulled them down past my backside, all coherent thoughts left me and only sexual, needy ones remained.

  He slid a hand between my thighs and moaned
when he discovered just how wet for him I was. Shame flooded my cheeks but when he ran his finger over my clit, the shame turned to pleasure and I moaned, pushing myself onto his fingers.

  His low moan of approval as he pushed two fingers straight inside me made me push back harder, demanding more and more.

  Robbie grunted something I didn’t understand at the same time as his hands grabbed at my hair and he thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock further down my throat and making me gag.

  Tears flooded my eyes and Anderson growled at Robbie, shaking his head angrily. “Not her!”

  For a moment I was baffled by what he meant but Robbie simply nodded and slowed down his aggressive strokes, returning to slow slides in and out.

  Anderson’s finger fucking grew more frenzied the more I squirmed and rode his hand, fighting for the orgasm I was pleading for. I was so turned on that the slightest flick of his thumb across my clit sent me spiralling into the ecstasy that overtook every muscle in my body.

  Abruptly, Robbie pulled out of my mouth when my orgasm tore through me, locking Anderson’s fingers inside me.

  Before I had the chance to come down, Anderson lowered me onto my back on the floor. His eyes seized mine and the raw longing that stared back at me made me gasp. His gaze held a question, one he didn’t need to voice, and answering him, I nodded.

  His teeth sank into his bottom lip as he parted my legs with his knee and moved inside me with a single, smooth stroke. My back arched as pleasure filled every fragment of me, the thickness of his cock hitting every nerve ending inside me and making me suck in a sharp breath.

  His jaw was so rigid that for a moment he appeared furious, but blinking, he drew breath and relaxed against me.

  “You ready?” he whispered, his voice as tight as his jaw.

  I frowned. “For?”

  A wicked smile tilted his lips and his eyes twinkled with a knowing hint of amusement. “For this.”

  Kneeling back, he pulled me with him until I was straddled on his lap, my chest to his and my legs either side of him. Then, I stared in wonder when Robbie positioned himself behind Anderson, each of his legs flanking the outside of Anderson’s thighs, and taking my draping legs, he curled them around the side of him.

  Anderson’s rigid jaw trembled and a fierce groan ripped from him when Robbie pulled him back, right onto his cock.

  My chest pressed to Anderson’s chest, and Anderson’s back pressed to Robbie’s chest.

  And then we started to fuck.

  I moved up and down on Anderson, in sync with each one of Robbie’s thrusts upwards. It took a while but when we gained rhythm, we gained momentum, building higher and higher until all I felt was immense pleasure, both from Anderson’s cock and the look of sheer rapture on his face as Robbie fucked him.

  He kissed me hard, taking my bottom lip between his teeth and biting down until he drew blood. The taste of copper exploded on my tongue as Anderson kissed me harder, his rough groans and growls swallowed by my own.

  Robbie pushed harder, lifting Anderson up and down and forcing him inside me even deeper. My fingers clawed at Anderson’s shoulders as bliss and overwhelming need controlled my violent drives on him. Robbie watched our tongues twisting and fighting, the desire in his eyes also driving my hunger into a zone I was struggling to cope with.

  “I need to come!”

  I’d never been vocal during sex but Anderson appeared approving, a smug smirk making me angry.

  “Please,” I begged, dropping harder onto his cock as it scraped over my G-Spot and drove me insane.

  “Make me come hard,” he ordered. “Come on, Kloe. Fuck me hard with that tight little cunt. Force me deeper, harder.”

  Anger burst and I fucked him like he ordered, violently and furiously, until a severe growl tore from him and his warmth filled me up. Pushing his hand between us, he pinched my clit hard and forced me over with him. Robbie grunted angrily and came with us, thrusting inside Anderson aggressively and with a fierce snarl.

  I couldn’t breathe, my lungs struggling to cope with the surge of my frantic panting as I tried to refill them too quickly, and I dropped my head to Anderson’s shoulder when dizziness made my head swim.

  Scooping me into his arms, he said something to Robbie that my exhausted brain couldn’t centre on, and then he carried me through the dark house.

  I knew there was so much I needed to ask him but I just couldn’t concentrate on anything other than my breathing. The feeling of his strong arms around me soothed the frantic pace of my heart, and I snuggled deeper into him, my eyes on the sternness of his hard features that only the odd shadow of light now and then revealed to me.

  “Sleep, Kloe.”

  The softness of the bed, the tender press of his lips to my forehead, and the gentleness in his voice lulled me into the best night’s sleep I’d had in a very long time.

  BEFORE I EVEN OPENED MY eyes I felt his fingers trailing over every inch of my face, like he was blind and needed to see me. His touch was soft yet inquisitive, gentle but thorough. The tenderness of his caress over every one of my facial features, for some reason, made me want to cry. I could feel his melancholy around me as the thin curtains covering the window did nothing to dampen the bright morning light bursting into the room.

  Without opening my eyes I lifted my hand and reached for his fingers, then bringing them to my lips, I pressed a kiss to them and peeled my eyes open.

  The sadness in his eyes made my chest ache, the sombre haze of green shuddering with a sheen of moisture.

  “Hey.”

  He smiled as softly as I greeted him. “Hey back.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  I made to move but he shook his head. “Stay.”

  The desperation in the single word halted my movements and I frowned. “Anderson?”

  He stared at me for a long time, his eyes sweeping over my face as if he needed to see every single detail. Once again he brought his hand to my face and cupped my cheek. “You should leave.”

  My mouth dried and I blinked in confusion. I didn’t like the way his eyes pleaded with me. “And if I don’t want to?”

  Screwing up his face, he shook his head and rolled onto his back. “Why, Kloe? Why do you even want to be here? After everything I’ve done to you.”

  Hurt made my belly cramp and my heart ache. Anderson was shocked by my reaction, and to be honest, so was I. I didn’t understand why I felt that I needed him like I did. It was like I craved him, needed him near me to breathe. “I don’t know,” I whispered honestly. “But I do know I don’t want to go. Not yet, anyway.”

  Squeezing his eyes shut, I wasn’t sure if he was relieved or angry – maybe both. His gentle touch on my cheek slid downwards and he clasped his fingers around my throat. “What do you want from me, Kloe?”

  Anger it was then…

  Swallowing, the feel of his hold on my neck making arousal and fury both spike in my blood, I glared back at him. “I want you to find me, Anderson.”

  My answer shocked him and he blinked rapidly, his forehead creasing harshly. Sneering at me, he angled forwards a little so his nose pressed against my own. “You were never lost, not the way I thought you were. Why won’t you let me hate you?” he suddenly spat. “Why? WHY?”

  I jolted back when his unprompted rage tightened his grip on my neck, his fingers pinching into my skin as my pulse strummed wildly against the palm of his hand.

  “Why couldn’t I ever let you go?”

  I wasn’t sure if his question was for me or himself.

  “Why couldn’t you let my heart heal? Fuck you, Kloe Grant!”

  His anger was tangible. I wasn’t even sure what had brought it on. I only knew that it had come from nowhere, from the depths of him that he struggled with daily.

  “Talk to me,” I begged quietly, my voice still restricted by his harsh hold on me.

  He laughed then, a cruel laugh that made tears burn the backs of my eyes. “Talk?” Another laugh. “You want to tal
k?”

  Anxious but bracing myself, I nodded. “We can’t fix what…”

  “Fix?” he screamed. “You still think you can fix me? Jesus Christ, have you learnt nothing?”

  Swallowing, I closed my eyes and placed my hand over his, pressing his fingers even harder against my throat. “You want to hurt me, Anderson? Really hurt me? You want to make me pay for leaving, then go ahead. Hurt me. But you won’t make me leave.”

  Confusion flashed behind his eyes and then fear crept in. Quickly he shook his head and released his hold. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this! Everything is changed! Wrong!” Swinging his legs round the side of the bed, he sat up with his back to me and dropped his face into his hands. “You really should go, Kloe, while you can.”

  Trying a different tactic, I ignored his request and diverted. “Do you love Robbie?”

  He scoffed, his head shaking slightly from side to side. “No, I don’t love Robbie.”

  “Then what? Is he your friend? Lover?”

  He paused and took a deep breath. He knew I wanted to talk, and as if giving in, he sighed but didn’t turn to face me. “Both.”

  “And me?”

  He turned, his brow creased as he stared at me. “What about you?”

  “What am I to you? Friend? Prey? Lover?”

  “You’re…” Shaking his head once again, he blew out a frustrated breath and shrugged. “I don’t know what you are. You were supposed to help me finish this…”

  Stilling, I tipped my head to the side, confused by his unfinished sentence. “Finish what?”

  Anger swirled in the depths of his eyes and across his face, and he sat upright. But then his chest sagged and the vulnerable man I had met four years ago surfaced, the fear and confusion breaking through and crumbling the hard exterior that most recently ruled him. “It’s so hard, Kloe, to have this much hatred and aggression inside, with no promise of it ever going away.” His face was as broken as his words. “It’s so fucking hard. It will never go away. The suffering will never stop. I can’t move on until it stops. For twenty-five years all I have breathed for is vengeance, to watch their faces when I come back, and for the one day when I can get an answer for the question that haunts my dreams.”