Page 5 of Caged By the Stranger
No one’s ever sucked on my fingers. I’ve never even thought of having that done to me. Moaning like they’re a second cock I didn’t know I had, I glance down in awe even though I can’t see what he’s doing.
I get a soft kiss on my knuckles and realize it’s over. It can’t be over. I know it has to be, but…
In a panic, I drop to a knee. “Next week?” I ask softly, urgently. “Please tell me you’ll be here next week.”
I can double down on my Sacramento trip and be back by Friday afternoon. I need this. I need more of him, or at least to make some kind of arrangement. After this, no one else here is going to compare to this man.
Squinting in the silence, I wonder if he’s gone. If he headed to the door already and didn’t hear me. I can feel tension in the air, though, and then I see movement. It’s just shadows, but I can make out his lower jaw and a hint of his dark stubble.
Have I ruined it? The club has rules. There’s a waiver you have to agree to when you schedule a session, and a sign in each room listing all the rules.
No talking.
No soliciting.
No breaching the barrier.
I’ve done all three, but I can’t help it. He’s quiet. Will he report me? The waiver says there are strict repercussions forbreaking the rules. I assume that means being banned, but what the hell do I care about being banned if it won’t be him next time? How can I go back to anything else after experiencinghim?
“You’re…incredible,” I confess, a last-ditch effort to reassure him I only have good intentions.
Mouth parted, he hovers. He’s still there, at least. It means he’s considering it. Will he turn me down?
I wait, suspended in my worry. And then…his lips move.
It’s just a whisper, a low, smooth whisper, but I’ve never heard better words.
“Next week.”
CHAPTER 3
Fucking finally. The swiftness of my steps, taking me to the back door of Illusion, is like walking on air.
I did it. I topped my all-time sales record and even managed to score two new accounts on my trip this week. It was a feat driven by sheer determination to be home before Friday. I’ve well-beyond qualified for the new private cruise incentive the company is awarding to the top salespeople from each region, but I couldn’t care less at the moment. There’s only one thing on my mind.
The doorman’s quirky greeting and tedious verification process don’t even faze me this time. As soon as I push through the hallway door to the private rooms, my heart is fluttering.
He said he’d be here. I hope to hell he didn’t change his mind.
Once inside my room, my fingers fumble with my jacket zipper, trembling as I spy the open portal. It was open the last time, too, because he arrived before I did. Does that mean he’s here already?
The thought of him being as eager as I am has me breathing fast and heavy, my cock thickening even more than the wood I’ve been sporting all week. Unfastening my jeans, I let out a sigh of relief, freeing myself from the constraints of the denim. I can smell my shower gel even through the potent aroma of the leather-upholstered paneling.
Will he notice I trimmed things up down there? I don’t know why I’m bothering to wonder. It’s not like I’ve ever taken the time to go an extra mile in the prep department for a guy before. I just figured being…extra clean was the polite thing to do since he agreed to meet me again. It’s not like there are many ways to repay him.
Swallowing against the thick lump in my throat, I angle my tip through the darkened hole. My skin is prickled in gooseflesh. Like always, the fear is still there, but this time, it’s the fear of being disappointed.
The portal was open already, Charlie. Just like he opened it last time. It’s him. Don’t worry.
Hot breath kisses my skin. A fingertip traces a gentle line up the underside of my shaft from base to tip. Itishim. I know it.
Sighing, I lean into the panel with a dopey smile on my face, all my worry fading away. When his stubble brushes against my cock as he places a soft kiss to my navel, every bit of tension from the week vanishes. The man is like a full-body sedative.
He begins his slow, teasing preview. Open-mouthed glides down the side of my cock. Little flicks of the tip of his tongue. Butterfly kisses that should not be a fucking turn on but have me sinking into a thick fog of lust.Heis my incentive award.This. I’m going to dream about every second of tonight when I’m stuck on that stupid cruise.
When he finally does that suckling thing to my tip, I tense briefly at the feel of his palm on my balls. He’s…cupping them. Massaging them.
Why did I even question it? Like every other experience with him thus far, it feels fantastic.
