Page 56 of Caged By the Stranger
He slides out from under me and goes to his suitcase in the closet. Turning on my side, I rest my cheek in my palm and admire his bare profile in his crouched position. I get a questioning look when he straightens up with a small bottle of lube in his hand.
“Sorry.” I shrug. “I like to smile when I look at you.”
Scoffing, he rolls his eyes. I’ll make sure he pays for that later. My compliments are to be taken seriously.
Crawling back into bed, he tucks himself back under the covers like a monk preparing for bed. I’m tempted to rip the sheet back so I can see him in all his naked glory, but it’s just as sexy to see him trying to act modest while sporting an erection like that.
I didn’t miss how he dropped the bottle on the bed between us, as though he did so to free up his hands to situate the blankets, and yet he hasn’t moved to pick it back up. Palming it, I find it sealed at the lid. Brand new. Unused.
Oh, Charlie. He really did do soul searching.
“You know,” I hum, breaking the seal around the cap, “it’s a shame to see this so full. You could have thought of me and used it.”
I can barely see his face when he rolls toward me, the way his gaze is fixed on the gap under the blanket between our waists. He looks to be biding his time, patiently waiting to see what I’ll do as I dribble some into my palm.
Wetting his lips, he mumbles, “I’ve tried. It’s not the same.”
I didn’t think I’d be receiving flattery, too, but that morsel of information makes my heart sing. Coating myself with one hand, I tilt his chin up with the other.
“We’ll have to remedy that.”
His brow furrows. I’d love to know if he thinks that I plan on denying him myself after tonight, or if he’s merely doubtful that he can get off on his own just from thinking of me. I can easily clear up both misconceptions.
Slipping my hand between his legs, I lean in and nuzzle his cheek. “It would be good practice for the next time one of us has to take a trip by themselves,” I tell him with open-mouthed kisses on the side of his face, working my way toward his ear. “Plus, I would thoroughly enjoy watching you touch yourself while I whisper what I’m thinking.”
His breaths come harder as I graze my slick fingers between his cheeks and circle his rim. “Just imagine,” I add, nibbling his earlobe. Slipping my index finger into that inferno, he stretches around me easily. “The next time you’re away and you touch yourself, I’d be happy to hear all these noises over the phone while I’m missing you. Do you know how hard that would make me, hearing you coming just from thinking about me?”
“Fuck,” he rasps, sliding his thigh over my hip and gripping my shoulder. “You’re…how do you talk like that…like it’s nothing?”
“It’snotnothing. I mean every word—you bring them out of me whenever you’re around.” Gripping the back of his neck, I hover over his lips. “I told you…you’ve become my obsession, Charlie. If there’s a cure for it, I don’t want one.”
This time, he moves in first, claiming my mouth. When he whimpers, I roll us, covering his body with mine. He’s solid, all fit muscle, but it’s the softness in him now that has me sighing and responding to his hungry kisses.
One of his hands goes to the back of my neck, gripping it tightly. His fingertips stroke anxiously like he’s itching to run them through my hair.
Touch me, I want to beg. Touch me all you want, Charlie.
“Do you mind,” I preface between kisses, undulating my hips so our cocks slide against one another between us, “that I’m mad about you?”
He makes a strangled little noise. I feel his palm land on my hip. His fingers slink to the soft flesh at my juncture. His mouth breaks away from mine, and he stares at me. His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat, and his tongue comes out to wet his lips. The silky flesh of his inner thighs brushes against the outside of my hips, and his hand slips between us, wrapping around me. I think it’s the first time he’s ever touched my cock unbidden. It makes my throat go thick.
“No,” he whispers and angles my cock, so the tip is lined up against his ring. And then…he smiles this shy little smile without looking away.
I practically melt into him with a low growl, pressing forward. I kiss the smile off his face and swallow his gasps. With each inch he accepts, his body cuffs me tighter. When I can’t push any deeper, I hug him to me and breathe into his neck.
My skin tingles when his palms slide up my sides and across my back. His soft moan vibrates in his throat against my lips.
“No,” he gasps, strained. “I don’t mind.”
Raising my head, I stare down in gratitude. Cheeks flush from want, his expression is tranquil and full of a look I didn’t know could run soul deep. I feel it down to my own, and it brings a tear to my eye. I know it’s presumptuous, but at this moment, I know that I’m going to enjoy every second of the rest of my life, and it’s all because of him.
I move with purpose. Each draw, each delve, is a calculated art dictated by the sounds and expressions of my lover’s body, telling me what he likes best. I don’t even have to think about it. I just act on instinct. Making love has never required less thought.
When his breathing and the way his fingertips claw at my back tell me to pick up the pace, I hook one arm under his leg and cup his jaw. “Are you mine, Charlie? Tell me you’re really mine.”
The desperate words come from a sudden cavern of panic that opens in my chest at the thought of ever losing what I’ve just been gifted. Is this the fall people say they experience when love comes pounding on their door?
Gripping my hair, he steals my breath with a kiss that goes on until my lungs are burning. “Yeah,” he keens. His fingers bite into the meat of my ass, tugging my hips into him. “I’m yours.”
