Page 60 of Beyond the Cage
He keeps glancing nervously at Chelsea. She’s oblivious because her back is turned. Then it hits me; he’s not interested in me, it’s Chels!
“Chels.” I touch her elbow and she turns around with a dazzling smile.
“This is Damon Richards. He was in my Physiology class. Damon, meet Chelsea Tanner.”
“Nice to meet you, Damon.”
“The pleasure is all mine, beautiful.”
He lifts her hand to his lips and brushes them across her knuckles.Ooh!Chelsea raises her brows and smiles at him seductively. My job is done.
“Chels, I’ll be right back. Nice to see you, Damon.”
I head back over to the couch in order to give them some privacy. Cameron looks up at me as I approach. I step between his legs, gracefully sitting on his lap. At the same moment I snake my arm around his neck, his arm curls around my waist. With my other hand, I trail my fingertips down his cheek.
“Hi, Daddy.”
As I gaze into his eyes, the club fades away. He’s all I see, all I hear, all I feel. He slides his palm to the small of my back, and the contact with my exposed skin results in a visible shiver. He smirks, no doubt relishing the fact that he can do this to me. Sliding my palm to the back of his neck, I pull him in for a kiss. I had every intention of keeping it PG but the moment our lips touched, those intentions were forgotten. I curl my fingers in the hair at his nape and slip my tongue between his lips. When he trails his fingers up my thigh, I break away before we give everyone in the club a XXX show.
“Dance with me.” He shakes his head and gives me a look that tells me I should be committed for even suggesting it. “Don’t look at me like I’m crazy. I wanna dance with you.”
I stand and try, in vain, to pull him up. “Please? You don’t have to do anything but stand there.”
He sighs, shakes his head in resignation, and stands.Yay!I pull him over to the railing where Chelsea and Damon look like they’re having sex on the dance floor. They hit it off pretty quickly. Cameron stands behind me, wraps an arm around my waist, and shoves his free hand into his pocket. As I lean into him, I no longer feel like dancing; I’m more interested in being close to him. I lay my head on his chest and gently sway against him. The half-naked waitresses show up out of nowhere and hand us two glasses.
Several—and I say several because I’ve lost count—glasses later, my dancing mood is back. Maybe it’s just the alcohol…who knows? I’m giving Chels a run for her money, and he’s just standing there. He removes his hand from his pocket and grabs my hips, halting my gyrations. I turn to face him and he pulls me against him. His erection, which is stretched out on his left thigh, presses into my hip. I stare up at him, and even through my alcohol haze, I see the intention in his eyes. He takes my hand and drags me along behind him. I have no idea where we’re going, but I follow meekly.Yeah, like I have a choice. I walk clumsily behind him, tripping over my own feet as I struggle to keep up. I glance ahead of him and spot the emergency exit. He pushes the door, pulls me through, and forces me against the wall. The door clicks closed next to my ear.
CHAPTER 15
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength; loving someone deeply gives you courage. – Lao-Tzu
“What are you doing?” I ask, even though I know exactly what’s going on. He smirks at me. Smirks! Like, ‘you know what I’m doing’. “We can’t! Not here…what if –?”
He cuts me off by licking my neck. Oh, God, that feels good!No, Jas!
“What if there are cameras? Or a fire and everyone comes rushing through here?”
I don’t see any but, with pinhole cameras, you never know. The licking intensifies, with a little sucking in between. My knees wobble as his hands work their way up my thighs. I may be protesting, but any second now he’s going to find out just how much I want this. I push his hands away.
“No…”
Dropping to his knees, he stares up at me with the most beggingest eyes—yes, I know it makes no sense. Refer to earlier comment about brain turning to mush—like James Brown’s “Please, Please, Please” eyes.Oh. Fuck.
“Cameron…”
‘Please, please, please, please, please’ eyes.Shit. Fuck it.
“Okay.”
He reaches under my dress and tugs my thong down over my hips. I pull my dress up as I step out of it, watching as he shoves it into his pocket. Grabbing my thighs, he leans forward, sliding his tongue along my lips. He moans as he parts them, flicking his tongue on my clit.
“Cameron, please…”
Pushing to his feet, he reaches into his pocket. My breathing grows shallow as I watch him remove a condom. I reach for his belt, undoing it, the button, and zipper on his pants in about five seconds flat. As he rips the packet with his teeth, I delve into his boxers, pulling him free and stroking him.
“Kiss me,” I beg.
As his lips find mine, he swats my hands away so he can roll the condom on. He kisses me ferociously, his tongue exploring my mouth. His movements are exigent; just like earlier. Grabbing my thighs, he lifts me off the floor, forcefully pushing against me, his hard dick pressing into my thigh. I want him inside me.Now. I move against him and he slowly inserts the head. Without warning, he surges forward, slamming into me.
