Page 46 of Caged By the Stranger
When I see his white shirt swish to the floor, it eases some of my nerves but frays new ones. He’s going to deliver, after all. The zipper of his jeans follows. Soon they and his underwear join his shirt. The next thing I hear is the sound of the lid being removedfrom that ceramic dish. Is he going to fucking eat in the nude while I’m perched on his damn coffee table?
Sneaking a glance over my shoulder, I find him walking toward me with that oblong dish and what looks like a small pastry brush in his hand. There are two serving dishes inside the ceramic container, both filled with clear liquids. It’s not food after all.
“You’re going to like this, handsome. I promise.”
Catching his pleased smile, I whip my head back around and swallow against the fluttering sensation that’s crept up my windpipe. There’s the Rory I know. The one who’s always three steps ahead of me.
I feel his heat behind me. The outside of his thighs brush against the inside of my calves. Something soft and wet, almost like saturated feathers, slides between my cheeks. It’s warm, so warm it’s soothing, and the slick contact sends a flutter through my abdomen. I let out a puff of air and hang my head as he brushes back and forth through my crease.
He leaves. The clink of the dish returning to its tray pierces the silence, and then his warmth returns to the place between my feet. When his hands rest on the top of my ass and circle in a welcoming caress, my eyes slip closed. A current of relief trickles down my legs all the way to my toes, and the tension in my stomach uncoils. God, why do I love this so much?
“And here I thought I was going to be dining alone,” he purrs.
I blink, wondering what the fuck he means, but then the lap of a tongue across my hole has my eyes slamming shut as the air is sucked out of my lungs. A chorus of filthy noises floats over my back—slurps and satisfied sounds that people make when they eat their favorite food.
Jesus, hell. I get it now.I’mhis fucking dinner, and the menu is already going up in flames.
It’s good, so good. That mouth, that tongue. It’s what I’ve been missing. Those peculiar savoring little kisses to my hole like it’s some precious thing to be revered. He follows them up with jabs of his tongue and then dives in, reuniting with my channel.
I’m rocking back against his face, fully aware of it this time. Fully unscathed by it. I don’t care that this has never been me. It feels too right, too good. Through my graceless moans, I want to laugh. Maybe I did need dinner. I was starving for this, and Rory is satisfying that hunger.
“M-more. More,” I chant, knowing I’ve just entered the greedy zone.
I should have learned by now. Every time I talk, he stops. His mouth leaves me, and I grunt a frustrated sound.
“Morewhat, handsome?” he asks in that casual tone, sliding a hand up and down my ribs.
Fuck. Heknows. I know he knows. Why does he have to ask?
I can wholeheartedly say I’ve learned one thing from this adventure of self-discovery. I still don’t like begging. Getting rimmed? Yes, I love that. Wanting his thick cock to press through my ring? Yeah, that’s what I want next. But asking for it—why does he do this to me?
Remembering how he rewards my ‘bravery,’ I yield to the discomfort and speak. “You… Your…cock.”
Holy shit, if I knew he was capable of making that deep, throaty growl, I wouldn’t have just put myself through that mental lashing. He strokes his tip over my ring a few times, sending all my blood to my cinched balls. Fuck, this is what I’ve wanted, what I’ve desperately been trying to feel for weeks. I’m quaking for it.
“Only because you asked so nicely,” he whispers, pushing against my hole.
I press back, too eager to care about looking wanton. My ring stretches, tearing a grunt from my throat. There’s a burn, but it’s worth it. My body gives way and swallows him, pulling him inside my heat.
Dropping my head, my voice falls out in a low chord, purging weeks of frustration. I’m speared, just the way I want to be.Finally.
His hands go to work making invisible designs with his touch all over my back and thighs as his hips begin their wicked tease. His cockhead passes over my gland, blooming a burst of electricity to my dick. I don’t care if there’s anyone in the woods outside right now. I don’t care if anyone sees. Don’t care if my noises scare away some wild animal. All that matters right now is what this man’s cock does to me.
He surprises me with a quick thrust, sending him all the way home. My jaw falls open, my eyes wide. He’s just emptied my brain with that bolt of bliss he shot through my core. It was more urgent, more feral than last time. Less delicate. And fuck, I didn’t mind it at all. I don’t mind the sound of approval he makes, either, knowing I caused that sound.
“Is that what you needed, Charlie?” he asks, sounding strained.
I just want to bask in the fullness, not answer questions. I’m home. I’m complete. In this fleeting moment, I have what I’ve been yearning for. Why does he have to ruin it?
I try to rock forward, but his grip on my hips tightens, keeping me tight against his groin. Son of a bitch. He really expects an answer?
“Yes!” I bark in frustration, but it comes out sounding more like a plea.
He answers the plea, drawing back and then thrusting home again. Whatever that speed and force did to my gland, to my channel, it reverberates through my entire being. He’s just takenthis game to a new level, and I have a feeling I’m well good and fucked in a new way—no pun intended. He was holding out on me last time, taking it easy on me.
The next ten minutes are filled with the slap of skin and unholy noises that I didn’t know I was capable of. My elbows are about ready to give out, and I’m worried I cinched the cage cable too tight. The circulation to my cock is zilch at the moment. I’m so full. I’ve resorted to whining and mewling, hoping he knows it means I want to come before I pass the fuck out.
Bending over me, his palm cups my swollen balls, and his tongue draws a stripe up the side of my neck. “Fucking hell, Charlie. Do you feel that?” he pants. His hand draws off my sac and slides up to the side of my ass. It’s gone, and then there’s a rush of air. I hear a crack of skin to skin and a zing of static explodes in my ass cheek. It shoots right to my balls, which sets off that sweet internal explosion that sets my cock to erupting. “We fit so fucking good.”
