Page 39 of Caged By the Stranger
Panting, I angle my head back and catch sight of his naked hip shadowed by the glow from the TV behind him. Dropping my head, I redirect my eyes back to the mattress, trying to blot out the reminder that he’s completely naked.
“Do something.”
His hands take two handfuls of my ass. They knead the meat there as though my flesh is dough, and he purrs again.
“Tell me what you need, handsome.”
When his thumb traces up my seam, I shiver. My hole clenches between my squished cheeks, angry that it’s being ignored.
“Fuck,” I whisper, gritting my teeth at the fact he’s somehow managed to bring me to the point of begging again. “Fuck,” I repeat, but then the simple answer to my problems tumbles from my lips when I add, “me.”
“Mm. Gladly,” he croons, leaning over me, covering my back with his chest.
His hands alight on the mattress right next to mine. I can smell his spicy soap scent as his hair tickles the back of my shoulders when he places a kiss at the base of my neck.
“How?” he asks, moving his mouth to the side of my neck for another kiss. “With my tongue?” Grazing the back of my neck with his open mouth, he moves to the other side, trailing his lipsup to behind my ear. If I don’t sound like I’m winded from the thrill, it’s a miracle.
“With my fingers?” he suggests, nipping at my earlobe.
At that same moment, something hot and solid presses between my ass cheeks. My eyes flare open to the blue glow from the TV on the pillows. I can feel his hip bones press into my cheeks. I can feel the veins in his cock nestle right up against my seam.
God, he’s so hard. Hard forme.
A shaky whimper escapes me, a needy, wanton, and possibly slightly terrified sound. But I don’t move. As far as my pucker is concerned, his cock is a magnet. It tries to take hold, giving his silky flesh a little kiss as I spasm and whimper again.
Lowering his head, he rests his mouth on my shoulder. I feel a smile press to my skin.
“Mm,” he hums, giving his hips a little nudge. “Or, yes…there isthat,” he says, as though he’s agreeing with something I said.
Rising, his cock slides between my sticky cheeks and then he pulls away. What does that mean?
His hands go to my hips and glide over my ass soothingly. “Turn around for me.”
Turn around? If I turn around, I’ll…have to look at him. I’llseehim.
“I need your help with something,” he amends, as though he senses my stage fright.
The human instinct that makes a person answer a call for assistance has me rising slowly to my knees. I don’t turn around, though, only glance over my shoulder. His hand grabs one of mine. I look down when I feel him place the bottle of lube into my palm.
He shifts to the side at the same time he urges me by the shoulder. I angle around slowly, glancing down at his cock. It’s the first time I’ve seen it, and it steals my breath. Guiding mywaist, he helps me face him. I move, dumbstruck like a rag doll, gaping at his erection and the way it’s pointing right at me.
I sneak glimpses of his shadowed face and feel mine burn. It’s so…personal, and I hate myself for my fear of seeing my partner. Millions of people in the world look at each other when they’re intimate. Why can’t I? I can hear all my brothers’ teasing about how I’ve never once brought a girl home. I can hear all their detailed comments about the women they’ve been with over the years, and how those conversations about brotherly rites of passage always left me feeling like a fraud among them. What would they say if they ever found out what I do in the dark?
Guiding my other hand, he cups it around the underside of his cock, pulling a gasp from me. He’s warm and heavy against my palm, and I like the way he feels. Like feeling him against my skin. Like holding him in my grip as though he’s trusting me with this part of himself.
He flicks the lid of the lube open, moves my other hand, and squeezes it, making the liquid spill out onto him.
My lungs heave, feeling the liquid dribble around him and into my palm. I blink, mesmerized by the sight of him in my hand.
“Get me good and ready, Charlie.” He takes the bottle from me, tosses it aside, and circles the wrist of my other hand, urging it to turn. “I’d never forgive myself if I hurt you.”
Right…because…because I just begged him to fuck me. I just asked him to putthisinside me. I swallow, watching my hand as I twist it around his length, coating him. His breathing sounds like it’s difficult for him to control as I slowly work the lube over him, filling me with a flutter of delight. Helikesmy touch.
Drawing my hand away, he takes his other one and smears it over my palm, transferring the excess liquid onto his own. I blink dumbly, even though I have an idea of why he did it.
I hover there, immobile, just blinking down between us. His cock glistening under the glow of the TV, mine shimmering in its cage.
“I’m ready,” he whispers, brushing the edge of my jaw with his thumb.
