Page 61 of Beyond the Cage
“Aah!”
I grab his shoulders and he stops, his eyes offering an apology. No, no apologies. I want this just as much as he does.
“Fuck me.”
He covers my lips again as he begins to move, sinking his fingers into my hips. When did I become so wanton, throwing caution to the wind and fucking on the stairwell of an emergency exit? He has me doing things I’ve never done, feeling things I’ve never felt. But…isn’t this the way it’s supposed to be? Being so lost in each other the whole world fades into insignificance? Hell yes!
I clasp my hands behind his neck and stare into his eyes as he does exactly what I told him to do. With a moan, he leans forward and licks my neck before attaching his lips to the base where it meets my shoulder. I moan as he pushes deep, completely lost inside me. He pulls back and looks down. I follow his gaze, watching as his dick disappears and reappears. Seeing my wetness on the condom makes me moan with delight. This is so hot! He lets out a feral growl as he moves faster, and I know he’s about to come. As usual, I’m going to get there before him. I bite my lip as my legs shake around his waist, my sounds of pleasure coming out as muffled grunts. He pounds into me savagely before finally going still. Both breathless, we stare into each other’s eyes.
“Have I told you that I like fucking you?” He smiles and shakes his head. “I do. Very…verymuch.”
He nibbles at my lips before pulling out and setting me on my feet. As I straighten my clothes, he hands me my underwear. While I slip them on, he removes the condom, ties a knot at the end, and shoves it into his pocket once his pants are back on. He smiles down at me, leans forward, and nips at the exposed portion of my breasts.
“Am I presentable or do I have ‘just fucked’ stamped on my forehead?”
He chuckles and gives me a thumbs-up. I take a deep, composing breath as he reaches for the door handle, then we slip inside and head back to our area.
“Where have you two been?” Chelsea grins at me with a twinkle in her eye as I sit next to her.
“Nowhere.”
“Yeah…and that’snota hickey on your neck.”
“We were just…checking out the exits.”
“More like he was checking outyourentrance.”
Cameron throws us a curious glance as we burst out laughing. He’s stretched out on the couch looking mighty relaxed.
“Where’d Damon go? You two seemed to be hittin’ it off.”
“He’ll be back. He went to the office. Turns out Nick’s his uncle.”
“Really?”
“Oh, there he is!” she squeals.
She jumps out of her seat and hurries over to him. Wow…she’s got it bad already. He says something in her ear and her smile fades. It’s quickly restored when he leans in again. They exchange numbers and he kisses her cheek before walking off.
“What happened?” I ask when she returns.
“Designated driver…he’s taking his friends home.”
“Okay. Come on, I’ll be your dancing partner.”
I take her hand and we head back to our spot by the railing. At that very moment, they just so happen to start playing our jam – Robin Thicke’s “Blurred Lines”. Side note: Robin is totally hot. Not as hot as Cameron, though! She twirls me around, pushes up against my ass, and we grind on each other. Yeah, this song brings out our inner strippers. In my position, I’m facing Cameron. He’s watching us with a very interesting expression. I know he wants it. I see him grab his crotch, no doubt…rearrangingthings down there. I turn to face Chels and we both shout ‘you the hottest bitch in this place!’ along with the song. I turn to face Cameron again and freeze when I bump into the last person I want to see.
“Oh, I definitely want it,” Jamal says, replying to the line in the song I intended to sing to Cameron.
I glance nervously at him over Jamal’s shoulder. He’s watching…passively, but still watching.Good. Just in case I need him.
“Leave me alone, Jamal.”
He does his LL Cool J lip-licking thing that I used to find so sexy and looks me up and down.
“Come on…tell me you don’t miss me.”
“She ain’t thinking about you,” Chels retorts.
