Page 38 of Caged By the Stranger
I shudder and blow out a breath, trying not to tremble at the reverence of the act. My thighs inch further apart. It’s a covert way of giving my thanks. When he gives a hum of approval, I’m grateful he can’t see me blush.
His mouth leaves, and I’m left in the darkness with only the low hum of the television, wondering what his next move is. Is it just the unknown that thrills me? Rory’s not an unknown. I’ve messed around with him more times than I have with anyone besides my old college fuck buddy. Will I grow unenthralled once he’s run through all his moves like I did with that college tryst?
“Sorry. It’s time for your favorite part,” he warns just before I hear the squelch of the lube bottle.
A cool dribble hits the top of my seam and runs downward. I stiffen, still not used to having lube there, but then his fingers swirl through my crease just like they did last night. A sound of relief floods out of me from that light contact. I can’t believe I was actually hoping he’d give me a repeat of the treatment he did last night. A repeat! Listen to me!
It has to be the curiosity of coming while in the cage. Will I be able to feel like that again, or was last night just a one-off?
“This was such a nice surprise,” he murmurs, circling my rim. And then he taps the center with his fingertip. “Such…” My hole spasms against the contact, and he continues, “a lovely…” I spasm in response again. “Surprise.”
Fucking hell. He’s playing me like an instrument, and my body is singing on command. The pressure in my balls andcock has reached the point of discomfort again, even after that maddening release yesterday.Wantis quickly becomingneed. He’d better do more than tap soon, so I don’t resort to begging again.
“Are you ready, Charlie?” he whispers, holding the tip of his finger against my heat.
My hole is practically grabbing at him, and he’s asking me that? I let out a frustrated scoff, hoping he doesn’t expect an actual reply. I want to get back to climbing toward an orgasm, not redirecting toward sexual frustration.
“Uhn!” He forces the noise out of my mouth by slipping his finger inside to the second knuckle without further preamble.
The satisfied sigh I let out as I absorb the sensation of fulfillment should embarrass me, but I don’t let it. I deserve this. I think I earned it well enough.
He starts working his finger in slow thrusts, pausing to glide over my prostate every few insertions. It’s even more wonderful than last night, now that it’s not my first rodeo. Except, the longer it goes on, the more it becomes not wonderful enough.
A thick, satisfied sound purrs behind me. “Mmm.”
I freeze as the back of one of my thighs slams into the front of one of his. How long have I been ramming my ass back onto his finger? When did he stop doing all the work? Oh, God.
“No. Don’t stop. I was quite enjoying that.”
I want to oblige, but I can’t bring myself to move. So, I just stay poised, his finger jammed deep in my ass. Biting my lip, I send up a silent plea that he’ll take pity on me. My cock is leaking, so it gives me hope I won’t have to suffer much longer.
Sighing, he retracts his finger, breaking a piece of my heart. Shit. I fucked this up.
“Greedy and yet still so shy.” I feel his middle finger line up next to his index finger at my rim, then, lighting me up withrelief. “It’s all right, Charlie. It’s what attracted me to you in the first place.”
He thought I was shy? Maybe I just gave off a normal reaction to being handed a card to a private sex club. As I hold my breath and wait for those two fingers to deliver, however, the‘attracted’part tumbles around in my brain. I stow it on a secret shelf in my mind next to the word‘handsome’like a trophy. A rush of preening trickles across my skin.
There’s pressure, but my body gives way easily. It knows it has a welcome visitor and acts like a practiced host now. My moan falls freely from my lips this time. I’m over any shame when I adjust to the fullness inside me. It’s like a missing piece has been put into place, making me more whole.
“And this ass,” he murmurs, rubbing his other palm over one of my cheeks and giving it a squeeze. “I knew it would be just as perfect as that cock of yours.”
I groan, low and long, at the praise. I can’t help it, combined with the exquisite fullness and zings to my gland. It’s amping me up, pumping blood to where I need it.
It goes on and on; the mattress jiggling beneath us with each thrust of his fingers. The nature documentary murmurs in the background. It’s just me, Rory, the darkness, and those two bold fingers. We’re a dirty secret, rocking in time with the ship while everyone else is sleeping.
The pressure of the cable grows firmer against my swollen sac. My cock reached the capacity of the cage five long minutes ago. Why haven’t I come yet?
My moans have morphed into grunts now. I wait, but nothing happens. There’s just the sensation of my release being blocked and…not quite there. If he could just…graze my gland a little better. More like he did yesterday. Maybe I could…
Shit.Am Ibeing greedy? Was this too much to ask after that release yesterday?
I swear, though, it feels like Rory isn’t using the same technique. He’s only tapping my bundle of nerves every three or four strokes now. Half the time, his fingertips glide around the outside of it. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s either distracted or… Is he half-assing it on purpose to prolong things?
“P-please,” I stammer.
“What?”
Fuck. Why did he remove his fingers? That’s not what I meant.
