by Mason, Marie
He stroked across my curves and now all I could think about was how soon he’d touch me there. There being my aching pussy.
Mind reader that he was, his fingers found my slit and stroked down the center of my body. I had been satisfying my sexual needs for years, ever since I’d accidentally discovered how good it felt when I touched myself between my legs. But the feelings and sensations he could evoke with a simple touch put my self-satisfying techniques to shame. He stroked up and down, spreading my juices along the lips of my pussy. I was embarrassed at how wet I had gotten since it had nothing to do with the water from the shower. He must have known that.
“I love the way you get so wet for me, baby. How you get so wet, so fast.” He plunged a finger inside me and I groaned, bumping my ass back against his crotch. I wanted something in my pussy a hell of a lot bigger than his finger.
“Greedy bitch,” he murmured against the side of my neck. As he worked my pussy, he continued to nibble and suck along my shoulders and back. He pushed another finger inside me, completely ignoring my hungry bud. With just a touch, a flick of his thumb against that part of my body I would go off like a rocket.
Such control he had over my body. I knew that should worry me somehow, but I didn’t care. All I craved was his touch.
I turned my head to capture his mouth. He obliged, sticking his tongue down my throat. I whimpered against his lips as he added a third finger. Still not as filling as his cock, but the sensation was amazing. “Fuck me, Cage. Please fuck me.”
CAGE
My body was on fire. I’d come home from a long run expecting to find everyone in the kitchen. Instead, I found a note saying Horace and his wife—my new stepmom—would be out for the day. There had been no sign of Abby. For about the millionth time I thought about the turn my life had taken.
I still wasn’t certain I wanted a father figure in my life. I’d done fine for the last twenty-five years. Did I need one now? I was giving it a shot though, thanks to Frank. He’d always told me not to throw away any opportunity. That life didn’t always give you a second chance, but when it did, you needed to at least see what it had to offer. And I was willing to listen to a man who’d lived the life Frank had. He didn’t spout bullshit.
So I’d given my father a second chance and now I found myself in a shower with a girl who had, I knew, the ability to bring me to my knees.
If I let her. I was still in control of my own fate.
Or so I thought.
All thoughts fled from my brain as the blood traveled from my brain to my dick.
I needed Abby and I needed her now. Gripping my rock hard length in my hand, I guided the head to her soaked entrance. Our bodies lined up perfectly. I stretched her as I slid inside, slowly. I wanted to savor the sensation of her oh-so-tight channel accepting me, welcoming me. I didn’t know how many more times I’d get this opportunity. Life had a way of turning on a dime. Another lesson I’d learned early in life.
Once I was inside, I let go and grabbed her shoulders. She was still bent forward, her hands on the wall. I kicked her legs farther apart. “Wider,” I grunted, as I thrust again. I wanted to get as close to her as humanly possible. With my hands on her shoulders and my cock ready to go, I rammed forward, driving myself home.
I swear I saw stars. I ground myself against her ass before I pull back out, to drive forward again. And again. And again. My balls slapped against her clit with each thrust. I realized I was fucking her with very little control, absolutely no thought to her pleasure. But I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to mark her somehow, brand her as mine. Let her know there would never be another man who could make her feel like I made her feel in this moment.
My hunger didn’t dissipate, but the raw desire I had to own her did. My thrusts slowed and my hands moved, gathering her swaying breasts in my hands. They were so full, so lush. Everything about Abby was that way. She was a woman made to fuck.
I wave of jealousy washed over me as I thought of her allowing another man to do this to her, with her. I knew I had no rights to her. I was bad, I reminded myself as her pussy muscles clenched around my cock. I was bad to the bone.
Tweaking her nipples, I gave her hard, short thrusts that drew a moan from her lips. Music to my ears. I bent down to whisper to her, water washing over both of us. “Do you like that, baby? Do you like the way I fuck you?”
“Yes, yes. Fuck me more.” Her round ass pushed back to meet my thrusts. I used every trick I had ever learned to get a woman off. Then backed off before she could. I was a sadistic guy, I knew that. I rammed myself into her, filling her and thinking I’d never felt anything like this before. My balls started to tingle and my ass clenched. I knew I was about to release my load deep inside her and… I realized something else. I realized suddenly that this woman, Abby, had stolen a piece of my heart.
I grasped her below her waist, holding her steady for my next set of thrusts. I planned on sending us both skyrocketing into the stratosphere. “Come for me, Abby. Come for me hard.”
A few strokes was all it took and we both groaned. I spilled myself inside her as she clenched around me. I wanted to give her everything I had so badly, I stood on my toes, pushing inside as far as I could.
I felt her body shaking and I knew I’d had all I could take. With trembling fingers, I reached for the faucet and turned off the water that was now this side of chilly. “Let’s go, baby.” I opened the shower door and lifted her into my arms. She put up a weak protest that made me smile. Still the independent woman. I liked that. Sitting her on the vanity, I grabbed a towel and threw it over her shoulders before I dried myself. Throwing the wet towel into the corner, I waited to see if she said anything. She didn’t.
I love the look I’d put on her face. One of utter contentment and satisfaction. I took the towel and sponged up as much water as I could from her thick hair. It joined the one in the corner. Taking another, I took my time patting her dry. Her neck, her arms, her breasts. Bending my head, I gave the top of one breast a light kiss.
“Spread your legs.”
She gave me an ‘you’ve got to be kidding, look’ which made me feel about ten feet tall. But what can I say, with just a little encouragement, my cock would be ready to go again. And again. I couldn’t get enough of her. Never wanted to get enough of her.
She opened her legs for me and I saw that pretty pussy again. It made me want to kneel down and eat her out. I gave into the urge, but she stopped me with her fingers in my hair.
“No,” she said. Now I know when a girl says no, she means no. Didn’t mean I couldn’t try and change her mind. I ease forward, enjoying the sharp tug of pain as she continued to hold my hair. I flicked out my tongue and touched her clit.
“Sure about that?” I grinned up at her.
“Yes.” Her tone didn’t sound convincing, but something else told me not to push my advantage.
“Okay, sweetheart. Let’s get dressed.” I picked her up again and I was surprised that she didn’t protest. Sitting her on the bed, I knelt down in front of her again, this time I was more focused on her than getting a piece of that sweet pussy pie.
“What’s wrong, Abby?” I pushed a strand of wet hair away from her face and realized she was paler than normal, despite the tan she was acquiring. Also, her eyes had a glassy look to them.
ABBY
I glanced away from the concern I saw on Cage’s face. I was embarrassed to tell him what I thought was wrong. That I was about to start my period. That would be TMI—too much information. I know talking about ‘that time of the month’ was as natural as what Cage and I had shared in the shower. I guess it was the generations of ingrained training of don’t ask, don’t tell that made me hesitate. Or maybe, I thought with an inward grin, women adopted that attitude so it didn’t lose its effectiveness. That time of the month could certainly get you out of a lot of things besides gym class.
“Are you having trouble pissing?”
I groan and roll my eyes. So much for not overshar
ing.
“No,” I ground out. “It’s not that.”
“Are you sure? You’ve been doing some, um, different things lately and—”
“Oh, my god,” I gasped in horror. Was he referring to STDs? I had never thought about that and the fact that we were no longer using condoms. I am way too naïve I realized.
“Get that look off your face, Abby. I do not have any STDs. The MMA tests us every month. I was referring to a UTI.” His face had that tight expression on it that I’d come to associate with his temper. With his next words, the expression on his face eased, but it was still tight. “I will always take care of you, baby.”
Somehow I know that. Somewhere deep in my soul. “I know.”
“So tell me what’s wrong or I’m getting my father.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I challenged him.
“Test me.”
I closed my eyes. “Alright. I think I’m about to start my period. Happy now?”
“As happy as I can be that you’ll be out of action for a while.” He hesitated then grinned. “Maybe.”
“What?”
“I thought that might get your attention.” He smiled up at me and I was lost. Again.
“You can’t, we can’t.” I take a deep breath. “People don’t do that.”
“I don’t know about people, but I will with you. Besides, there’s more than one way to skin a cat.” He gave a knowing smile before pulling my head down for a hard, swift kiss. “Can you dry your hair and get dressed by yourself?”
“I can, but I’m not going to.” I was really starting to cramp now. As soon as he left, I would have to do something about my impending visitor. I planned to crawl back into bed with a heating pad and pull the covers over my head for the rest of the day.
“I still need to work out and I want you to come with me. My father and your mother are gone. I don’t want to leave you by yourself.”
Ah, I thought to myself. This could be a testing point. Would he be willing to skip his workout and stay with me? He was willing to forgo the pleasantries so to speak when it came to sex. But would he sacrifice his time for some good old fashion sharing and caring?
“I really don’t feel like going anywhere, Cage.” I resisted the temptation to bat my eyelashes at him. This was one of those moments that bordered on being majorly manipulative by using my period as a bargaining chip to get my own way. I heard two sets of voices in my head. One urged me on and the other tsked in disappointment at what I was doing.
He rubbed his hands along my thighs. I was still sitting there, naked and vulnerable, but had never felt safer. Or more cared for. The look in his eyes told me more than words ever could.
He really was concerned about me.
“Okay. What do you want to wear?” He started opening drawers as I sat there, more than a little stunned. I’d heard stories of girls who dated jocks. They were forever complaining their guys always put them last. And this was coming from some very beautiful girls.
When he pulled out a new pair of cute summer pajamas, I shook my head and pointed to the next drawer down. That drawer held my clothes. He didn’t say anything as he pulled out a faded, oversized t-shirt and a pair of baggy shorts. I don’t know where they had come from, probably a thrift store somewhere years ago. They were the most comfortable pieces of clothing that I had ever worn. I wore them on the weekends when I was feeling lazy, when I was sick or when, like now, I was cramping and uncomfortable.
He didn’t say a word. He slipped the shirt over my head and held out the shorts for me to step into. I blushed and reminded him I needed a pair of panties. When I was dressed, he marched me back into the bathroom and ordered me to sit on the toilet. Next thing I knew, he was combing out my tangled hair and drying it. I let myself relax into his touch. The feel of his fingernails scraping over my scalp was divine. I think I was purring by the time he finished. He rummaged through a drawer in the oversized vanity and found one of my many scrunchies. With deft movements, he pulled my hair into a ponytail at the nape of my neck. A startling thought crossed my mind that he would make a good father.
“There. Now you’re ready.”
I felt the blush from earlier rush back over my cheeks. “Not quite.”
Thankfully, he didn’t ask what I meant. “Right. I’ll meet you downstairs.”
It didn’t take me long to get ready for my monthly visitor. I hated that expression. Try more like unwanted houseguest. Damn, Adam, for eating that apple, I thought.
When I got downstairs, the surprises kept coming. He had moved the couch closer to the television, even though it was a big assed screen. Moving the couch closer created a relaxing, cozy feeling.
He’d also placed a quilt over the leather fabric and had another ready to place over me. He was sitting there waiting for me. I smiled as I walked toward him. He really was too good to be true.
CAGE
I heard the parents return and realized I should probably get up and go back to my room until they had settled down for the night. Abby was stretched out beside me on her bed, her face buried in the side of my neck. I’d learned a thing or two about her this evening. She was one responsive woman. If she hadn’t been in so much discomfort with the cramping, I would have taken her in the ass. She’d driven me crazy with her mouth and hands on my cock. I’d returned the favor, fingering her to orgasm. Yeah, doing things when a girl was bleeding wasn’t the most ideal way, but hell sex was dirty and could sometimes gross you out if you thought about it. She’d been too tempting to resist.
I realized I’d missed my window of opportunity to leave when her bedroom door creaked open. Hell, I’d forgotten to lock it. It was probably a good thing now, since I saw her mother’s face poking in. No doubt, she would have wondered why her daughter had locked her room. I had a feeling I was the biggest secret Abby had ever kept from her mother.
“Cage?” Her voice was a soft whisper when she spotted me in the bed. I’d left the light on in case Abby needed something. I didn’t want to be stumbling around in the dark trying to take care of her.
“Yeah.” I nodded my head and answered back softly.
She came farther into the room, a look of worry on her face. I had to admit she was a good-looking woman. That was good. That meant Abby would age well. My gut tightened when I thought of the future and Abby in the same context.
“What’s wrong with her?”
I move one of my arms from behind my head to pull her closer in some primal show of possession. “She’s a little under the weather.”
“What do you mean?”
Suddenly I was attacked by the same embarrassment that I’d laughed at Abby for having. Shit. “I, um.” I couldn’t think of a lie fast enough.
“Oh.” Her eyes widened and she coughed a little, hiding a laugh no doubt. “I see. Is there anything you need?”
“No, we’re fine. I gave her some aspirin.” After I’d brought her to orgasm twice. I’d convinced her I’d read somewhere that orgasms relieved cramping.
“Alright.” She turned around to open the door, then turned back around. “I’m not sure I approve of what’s going on.”
I started to give her some of my bad attitude, but she cut me off.
“Not because of the strange dynamics of your relationship.” We both knew she was talking about the taboo shadow of being stepbrother and stepsister. “She’s very inexperienced, Cage. Both sexually and emotionally. She’s strong, but vulnerable.”
My arm tightened around the sleeping woman in my arms and I brushed back a lock of hair from her eyes. “I know. It’s … it’s one of the things that’s so special about her.”
She nodded in agreement. “Just remember how special she is. Because if you hurt my baby, I’ll take one of your daddy’s scalpels and change my name to Lorena. Got it?”
Man, did I like a woman with spirit. If I wasn’t boffing her daughter, I just might think of doing the momma.
My eyes must have shown some of my thoughts because she laughed. �
��Oh, you are a bad boy, aren’t you?
“To the bone, ma’am. To the bone.”
CAGE
After Abby’s mom left, I stayed on the bed. It went against my usual MO. I fucked and left or fucked and threw the girl out. I did not do cuddling. I didn’t do emotions. I didn’t fucking walk around tiptoeing through the tulips like fucking Tiny Tim.
Or I hadn’t until this summer. Until Abby. Now, I was willing to do almost anything.
My hold tightened on her as if I was afraid someone would come along and pull her from my arms.
Shit, I was so fucked. So. Totally. Fucked.
I closed my eyes and let sleep overtake me. Too many thoughts were whirling around in my head, making it hurt. I pressed a hand to my chest. I was hurting all over. Gently turning Abby onto her other side, I pulled her back against my chest, pressing my erection between the cheeks of her ass. Damn it, I was spooning, I thought as sleep claimed me. Me, Cage Montgomery, bad to the bone, Cage Montgomery was spooning
ABBY
The next few days passed in a blur. Cage and I became joined at the hip doing everything together. My mother didn’t seem to mind, but I knew she was biding her time until I opened up to her. And I knew I would. Soon. Right now, this was all too new and I knew it would end way too soon. I’d need her later. When the warmth of the summer sun gave way to the crisp chill of the autumn air. When Cage walked out of my life. Or, I walked out of his.
Hugging my knees to my chest, I watched the waves crash gently onto shore. It was mid-morning and Cage was at his gym working out. He’d actually asked me if I felt well enough to be left alone. What did men think? Women just curled up and stopped functioning during their cycle? They probably would.