Page 13 of Beyond the Cage
Jasmine: I’ll try my best.
His next message is a picture of his crotch with a mammoth-sized bulge in his shorts.Holy shit!It’s like there’s a snake lying on his thigh. The phone falls from my fingers and clatters on my desk noisily. Everyone’s eyes turn to me in annoyance.
“Sorry,” I announce to theentirelecture hall, embarrassment almost crippling me.
Jasmine: My phone just fell on my desk and disrupted my entire class.
Cameron: I’d send you the uncensored version but then you’d REALLY disrupt your class.
Jasmine: I think you’re right. Maybe we should continue this later.
Cameron: Ok. Can I come over?
Jasmine: Sure. 8 ok?
Cameron: See you then. Pay attention!
Yeah, right.That’sgoing to happen.I look around to make sure no one is peeping over my shoulder then go back to the picture. Goddamn! ‘Blessed’ doesn’t even begin to describe what my eyes behold. My body is tingling just looking at it. By the time my class ends, my mind is totally fucked. I walk through the doors in a lust-filled haze, staggering through the halls. I don’t understand this effect he has on me. No one and nothing has ever distracted me like this before. I’ve certainly never even thought about having sex with anyone this quickly. It’s a constant struggle tonotthrow myself at him. Sure, he’s hot, but it’s more than that. I just can’t explain it. I better head home because I won’t learn a thing for the rest of the day. I wonder what he’s doing…
Jasmine: I’ve decided to play hooky. What are you doing?
Cameron: I’ll be there in 15 minutes.
Well, damn. At least I’m not the only one who’s eager.
Jasmine: Ok.
I hurry home so I can freshen up a bit before he arrives. As I step into the apartment, I receive another text.
Cameron: Put on your bathing suit.
Itisa nice day. The beach sounds like a great idea…if that’s where we’re going. Who knows? He could have a pool at his house. I think I’ll wear my blue bikini since that’s his favorite color. While I’m changing, there’s a knock on the door.
“Coming!”
I throw on my matching cover-up, then answer the door to find him standing there looking like an oasis in the desert. Man, am I parched. I lick my lips as my eyes rove over his chest and the way his blue T-shirt hugs his pecs.
“Hi.”
He smiles, steps inside and closes the door, before taking my hand and tugging me to him. As his hands curl around my waist, I place mine on his chest. Our gazes meet and suddenly, I can think of nothing but his eyes.
“I love your eyes,” I hear myself say. I didn’t mean to; it just popped out.
His smile turns into a smirk and he leans in, gently brushing his lips against mine. I slide my hands up his chest and around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. He regains control, forcing my lips apart with his tongue. I moan, fisting my hand in his hair. Molding my body to his, he grabs my ass and squeezes the cheeks. God, I wish there weren’t any clothes between us. We seem to be thinking the same thing because I feel my cover-up sliding slowly up my thighs. My body screams for me to rip his clothes off and drag him to the bedroom. The thought resonates in my head as I swat his hands away and step back.
“I’ll, uh…be ready in a sex…I mean sec.”Shit.
He chuckles, dropping down on the couch. I move shakily to my bedroom and toss my beach essentials into a bag. Resisting him is becoming quite a task. We’re both adults, so why am I even denying myself? Because I know I’d feel like a slut afterwards. Or would I? Maybe I’ll enjoy it so much it won’t even matter that I’ve only known him a few days. Somehow I doubt there’ll be any ‘maybes’ about the situation. IknowI’ll enjoy fucking him. What I don’t know is how I’ll feel afterward, so I’ll keep my hands to myself. For now.
He hops to his feet when I rejoin him, motioning for me to walk ahead of him.
In the parking lot, he directs me to his motorcycle, where I see two helmets. The new one is identical to his except for the color. His is black and blue while the other is black and green. He turns to me with the green one, clearly intending to fit it on me.
“You got me my own helmet?”
He nods, smiling as he pushes my hair out of my face. It seems there are more bike rides in my future and my heart jumps at the prospect. He even got my favorite color. How sweet!
“But I like yours. It smells like you.”
