Page 40 of Caged By the Stranger
The adoring touch gives me a start. I spin back around and plant my hands on the mattress like a small animal that’s been spooked back into its burrow. I’m safe like this, in this position. Where I can experience all the pleasure he possesses without having to face him. Without him seeing the pleasure on my face.
My heart thumps as the seconds tick by. Do I really want this? What if I can’t handle it and have to ask him to stop? Why do I care about letting him down? Why do I not want to let myself down about something I’ve never wanted before?
A hand rests on my hip, and he leans forward, reconnecting us. As soon as I feel his slick heat pressed against me again, I know my answer. I want it. I want it badly. Or at least want to try.
His lubed finger traces a circle over that sensitive spot above my tailbone, making me shudder. “I’m bigger than my fingers,” he warns gently, rocking so that his tip glances back and forth over my hole. “Are you sure you can take me?”
It sounds like a dare, spiking a flicker of anger in me. My eyes were about to cross at the maddening sensation of the bulbous cockhead grazing my pucker, but the panic of him possibly denying me cripples the thrill. I press back sharply, determined.
Grunting, my ring stretches. It’s a good stretch for a moment, a promise of soon being filled, until it isn’t. The good stretch turns into a burn, and I let out a little cry, terrified I won’t be able to do it. But then the pressure gives way and there’s a popping sensation as his cockhead slides through my ring of muscles.
I sputter, frozen, jaw hanging wide open. Speared by just that meaty tip, I shudder at the sensation of hot flesh inside me. Acock. For the first time. It’s a thick intrusion, filling me more than his fingers ever did. There’s a soreness all the way around my ring, telling me I’m probably at capacity for how far I can stretch, but just the knowledge of that inch ofhiminsidemesends a flutter through my belly that seeps into my groin.
“Mm,” he groans, tracing his palm over my lower back and running another up and down the outside of my thigh. “That’s a good start, handsome.”
Two of his fingers slide down to the place where he’s entered me and trace my stretched ring delicately, easing the burn. He’s touched me there before, but feeling him touch me while I’m expanded around him is… God, I don’t know. Humiliating? Erotic as all fuck?
I groan, my head falling. Shivers trickle down my legs, and my hole relaxes. The second it does, I feel him slip further inside, which has my sounds deepening.
He groans with me, a low, satisfied sound that has me preening with vibrations. His index finger returns to the small of my back, drawing little circles over that spot that makes my toes curl. I rock backward without even thinking, too lulled by that delicious erogenous zone he’s discovered.
The rim of his cockhead slips over my gland, and I convulse. I’m sucking in air now, like I’m breathing through a straw. The pressure is immense. It’s like he’s taken over my body, owning it. I’m no longer me. I’m Rory’s cock.
Inhaling, he leans over me, dropping his chest to my back and caging his arms around mine. “I’m so proud of you,” he whispers, sounding pained as his lips brush my hairline.
I keen a peculiar noise, unable to speak. His heat and weight comfort me, relaxing the last round of my muscle’s tension. Slowly, he nudges the rest of his way in. His hips press tight against my ass. The soft tuft at his groin is brushing against my hole. He’s deep. So deep. He’s…all mine. Every inch.
I did it.
My channel clenches around him, but with how full I am, it’s more like a quiver. He grunts behind my ear. The feral sound delights my senses, lighting up every cell in my body. I moan around another filthy, involuntary hug of his cock like my body is trying to pull him deeper. He can’t go deeper. I don’t think I have any room to spare. If I had a contents label, it would read100% Rory.
Sucking in a breath, he presses his lips to my neck, and palms my ass cheek, giving it a squeeze. “You’ve got me. All of me,” he rasps. “Do you feel it?”
I gasp, but he stays silent. I squirm against him, trying to tell him there’s no way I can form words to reply even if I wanted to. So, I just moan another desperate sound. The pressure is such a precarious sensation, and yet, I feel oddly comforted beyond thought. It’s as though giving myself over so completely has freed me from my earthly troubles and cares.
“No one else has been here…have they?” he asks, circling his palm over my ass cheek.
I want to pretend I don’t know what he means. Why does it matter? Why did he need to ask? And how can he tell? Am I…bad at this, even though we’ve just started?
“Oh, Charlie,” he whispers, nuzzling my cheek as my face burns. I don’t want him to know it’s burning because I don’t mind that it’s him.
Kissing the back of my jaw, he rocks us forward with a little nudge. His hand trails underneath me. It slides up my abdomen, then to my stomach, and presses there.
“I knew this ass was made for me,” he whispers, sounding drunk. “Thank you for giving it to me.” Another kiss, and then he sighs. “We’re going to enjoy it together now.”
He says the most perverse and possessive things that leave my head spinning. I was…made for him?No one’s made for anyone,but my channel seems to think otherwise, hugging him again as my cock pushes at my cage.
Righting himself, he gets to his knees. I’m left exposed without his chest covering me, poised here like a statue, stuffed full of Rory. Gripping my hips, he eases back, dragging his cockhead over my gland. There’s a strange suction as he draws himself out to just before his tip. I don’t like the wake of emptiness it leaves behind. My vocal cords let him know. He rubs the small of my back like he understands and then eases back in. A balloon of pleasure mushrooms deep in my abdomen, making my balls sing. He does it again, and the pleasure amplifies through every fiber of my being.
My elbows give out. I drop my forehead to my forearms, stunned to helplessness by the sensations. Empty. Full. Loss. Saved.
Over and over, he takes and gives. I’m a wound-up coil of need, my cock dripping onto the comforter. He’s going to get me there. I can just tell.
“Charlie,” he whispers, his hips kicking up their pace. “Oh, Charlie.”
Fuck. It’s so good. Everything. Even my name on his lips, no matter how unnecessary. How is it this good?
The first slap of his hips against my ass has me belting out a cry. At least, I thought it was a cry. It’s not until that spanking sensation jostles me several times with bolts of pleasure that I hear myself with more clarity.
