Page 15 of Beyond the Cage
“Pervert.”
He chuckles and gives them another.
“So, boobs and ass…is that all you like about me?”
Tilting his head to the side, he studies me before tapping my temple with his index finger. My mind.
“Good answer. Want to know what I like about you?”
He nods, giving me a huge grin.
“Eyes, lips, arms, chest, abs…” I reel off the list. “And this…” I slide down his legs and gently trail my finger down the groove of his V-line. “Right here.”
He grabs my hand and I gasp as he tugs me toward him. I fall on his chest, my breasts crushed against the hard surface. In the next instant, he flips over and I’m beneath him.
“Whoa!”
Kneeling between my legs, he throws one over his shoulder. I watch with bated breath as he reaches for the sunblock. It spurts out of the bottle and he rubs his palms together. Starting with my ankle, he works his way up, his thumbs making circles on my calves, massaging the cream into my skin. I squirm beneath him as he moves to my thighs. His touch is doing things to my body I can’t even explain. I watch his eyes, which grow darker the closer he gets to the junction of my thighs. My breath catches in my throat as his thumb hovers at the edge of my bikini bottom. He looks up at me and I swallow hard. This heat between us is indefinable but cannot be ignored. I’m wound so tightly, I’m sure I’d have him inside me right now if we weren’t in public.Public. Shit.I grab his hand as he moves to my other thigh.
“Maybe I should take it from here.”
He gently pulls his hand from my grip, but his expression says he will not be denied. Shifting my leg from his shoulder, he quickly does the other one, then pulls me closer, hooking them around his waist. With a smirk, he positions the bottle between us, holding it like he would his dick, and squirts the lotion on my stomach. It makes me laugh, but the sound is cut short when he begins rubbing it on. My stomach muscles jump first, then every sensory nerve in my body begins to fire. Splaying his hands at my sides, he uses his thumbs to turn my body into a quivering heap of flesh. They move up, finding their way beneath my bikini top, brushing the undersides of my breasts. My lids flutter closed and I moan, arching my back. A small—insignificant, really—part of my brain is nudging me to stop him, but I ignore it. I desperately want him to keep going. Instead of advancing to my nipples, he bypasses them, applying lotion to the exposed portions of my breasts, sternum, and neck. I gaze up at him, disappointed but grateful he understands I’m not ready.
Grasping my wrists, he pulls me up and onto his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck, waiting to see what he’ll do next. His hands glide over my back, distributing more lotion.
“You’re quite thorough,” I whisper. In reply, he moves down, and grabs my ass. I smile, sliding my hands through his hair. “You don’t need sunblock as an excuse to do that.”
Satisfied with the job he’s done, he rises to his feet with a smirk. I wrap my legs around his hips as he carries me to the water. He gets waist deep and keeps going.
“Please, don’t get my hair wet.” Who told me to say that? With a menacing grin, he begins lowering us. “Cameron, don’t!”
He doesn’t listen, and I hold my breath just in time. After being dunked, I come up sputtering, while he comes up laughing. Asshole.
“Asshole!” I smack his shoulder. It only serves to intensify his laughter.
I try to escape his hold, but he presses me against him and begins kissing my neck. I instantly forget what I was angry about. As his lips move north, his hands move south. He covers my lips, snaking his tongue between them while he grabs and squeezes my ass. I feel him getting hard and, in my position, the head of his dick is pushing at my entrance. His shorts and my bikini bottom are the only things preventing him from sliding inside. As if reading my mind, he starts undoing one of the knots on my hip.
“Wait.” I pull back, swallowing hard. He watches me patiently, his gaze penetrating. “I know you’re probably not used to this, but…I just don’t do casual sex.” I gasp as he presses his hard-on against my pussy. “I want to. You know I do. It’s just…” I take a deep breath. “I don’t want you to think of me as some slut; just another nameless face from your dressing room.” He trails his thumb across my bottom lip, his expression softening. “What makes it worse is I want to. You make me want to be one…for you.”
His eyes beg me to trust him. Taking a leap of faith, I nod, biting into my bottom lip. He puts some space between us then one side of my bottom falls away. Nervous anticipation flows through me. When he pulls me against him once more, my pussy connects with his dick. Hisnakeddick. I gasp and his hold on me tightens, keeping me firmly in place.
“Cameron…” My eyes dart around nervously, wondering if anyone can tell what we’re doing.
Without a care for possible onlookers, he moves me, up and down, parting my lips and rubbing against my clit. I grab his shoulders, sinking my nails into them as tremors ripple through my body. He grunts, pressing me into him. Cradling his face, I pull his lips to mine, craving his taste. He sucks on my lips, then my tongue as I slide it against his. I move against him, wanting him to come as much as I want to. He groans into my mouth, his fingertips digging into my flesh. As good as this feels, I need more. That nagging voice in the back of my mind just won’t let me have it. So I concentrate on what’s happening now, angling my hips so my clit gets the most attention. It won’t be long now. I don’t know what it is about him but the moment he touches me, I’m ready to come. I guess that’s what happens when the physical chemistry is this strong. When I feel my orgasm creeping up, I bury my face in his neck and clench my muscles. He takes over once more, moving me as fast as the water will allow.
“Oh, God. I’m coming!” I try to keep my voice down, mumbling against his skin.
I convulse against him, gripping him with my thighs as pleasure courses through my veins. As my tremors die down, he grunts, and I feel a slight shiver run through him.
“Did you…?” I ask, raising a brow.
He replies with a dip of his head, and a satisfied smile.
“Dude…yousojust impregnated a bunch of fishes.”
He chuckles.
“In about a month, little fishy versions of you are going to be swimming around, having little fishy MMA tournaments.” I giggle at myself, thinking I must have gotten an overdose of endorphins from that amazing orgasm. Or I’ve lost my mind.
