Page 74 of Beyond the Cage
CHAPTER 19
It does not matter how slowly you go so long as you do not stop. – Confucius
“Where are we going?”
We’ve been driving way too long to be going to either his place or mine. After dinner, we dropped my parents and the Tanners off at their hotel, and Chels and Damon have gone off to do their own celebrating. I’m currently curled up on his lap in the back of the limo, playing with his tie and the buttons on his shirt. He tips my face up to his and slowly traces the curve of my cheek. I close my eyes as his lips replace his fingers.
“Mm…” I moan.
I angle my lips toward his and he quickly covers them. Sliding my palm to the back of his neck, I pull him closer. His tongue darts out as I part my lips, and I moan again as I brush mine against his, sliding my fingers through his hair. He begins to harden beneath me, and I shift so I’m sitting directly on his dick. He groans, pushing my thighs apart. When his fingers glide up my thigh and curl into the waistband of my underwear, I raise my hips so he can pull them down. They get tangled in my shoes and I kick everything off in frustration. With my panties off, he slips his hand beneath my dress once more. By now, my ass is getting quite a prodding from the steel monument in his pants. I break our kiss, but just long enough so I can scramble up and straddle his hips. Before I even settle on his lap, he reaches between my legs and glides his fingers along my lips. He closes his eyes, dropping his head to my breasts with a groan. My body responds to him as if touched by Midas. Instead of turning to gold, he makes me instantly wet. As he slips a finger inside me, he raises his head to stare into my eyes. I love his eyes. Actually, there’s not a part of him I don’t love. I also love his mind, his heart…I lovehim.
“Oh, Cameron. I love –”Oh, shit! Was I really about to tell him I love him?I’ve known him less than three months! He’d probably run for the hills if I told him that. “The way you touch me,” I say instead.
Odd…but I think I see disappointment in his eyes.Did he think…does he want me to say it?Before I can even think, he pulls me in for a punishing kiss. His thumb presses down on my clit as another finger slides inside me. I grab the shoulders of his waistcoat, tugging him closer. My moans get louder as he sucks on my bottom lip. Oh, Lord…I wonder if the driver can hear me. He’s probably heard worse anyway. Cameron breaks the kiss, pulling me back by my hair. He slides his hand around my neck, holding me away from him while looking down at my dress in frustration. I know exactly what he wants so I pull my dress up, keeping the skirt around my waist. He moans as he watches what he’s doing to me. His fingers curl inside me and move in a ‘come here’ motion.Oh, fuck! Right there…just keep doing that…right there.
“Cameron…”
Then, I hear a voice…someone clearing his throat.
“Sir, we’ve arrived.”
It’s coming from the speakers.Fuck! It’s the driver.I hop off Cameron’s lap, and he chuckles as he watches me frantically try to put on my underwear and shoes. He grabs my underwear and sticks it in his pocket.
“Cameron!” I scold him.
He chuckles again as I hear the driver’s door close. I drop my gaze to his huge bulge and the wet spot on his pants where I was sitting. He follows my gaze and pulls his jacket into his lap just as his door opens. I run my fingers through my hair, hoping no one can tell what we’ve been doing. He folds the jacket over his arm, keeping it in front of his crotch, before helping me out.
I step out of the limo and curl my arm around his. The driver fetches two bags from the trunk, placing them on the sidewalk just as another man shows up to retrieve them. I stare up at the tall building and realize where we are. After he tips the driver, I squeeze his arm.
“Babel? This place costs a fortune!”
He brushes me off because, of course, it’s no big deal to him. The lady at the check-in counter smiles brightly at him as we approach.
“Mr. Jackson. Welcome back!”
He nods in acknowledgement and hands her his credit card. She looks over at me and her smile falters just a little.
“Good evening. Welcome to Babel Tower International Hotel,” she adds as an afterthought. I wonder what they were thinking with the name, considering what happened to the one in the Bible.
“Thank you.”
Will I ever get used to that? Being treated like a second-class citizen because I have something they want? I move closer to him, and he wraps his arm around my shoulder. The woman glances up from her computer, and I accidentally-on-purpose brush my hair out of my face with my left hand.Bingo!It may not be a diamond but it works nonetheless.
She clears her throat and hands Cameron’s card back to him, telling him the room number. She also hands him a key, explaining that we’ll be in a Palatial Suite, and that the room has already been personalized based on his preferences.Okaythen. Now I see what the big bucks are for. A bellhop collects our bags and we begin making our way to the room.
Once we’re in the elevator, he pulls me against him, sliding his hand around my waist. I lean in to him, breathing in his scent until we get to our floor. In our room, I move over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, while he tips the bellhop. The room is gorgeous, but the view is out of this world. Below, the city’s lights twinkle and reflect on the surface of Lake Michigan. I close my eyes and sigh in contentment as his hands slide around my waist.
“Isn’t it beautiful?”
He turns me around to face him and gently strokes my cheek with his thumb. Intense, grey eyes meet mine, but seem to look beyond to my very soul. He trails a finger from the corner of my eye down to my chin and nods.
“Why, Mr. Jackson…are you paying me a compliment?”
Slowly, he leans in and places a soft kiss on my lips. Ladies and gentlemen, The K.O. Reaction is in full effect. I wrap my arms around his neck as he sweeps me off my feet. I trace the contours of his face with my index finger, marveling at the man’s beauty.
“You’re the beautiful one.”
I slide my finger across his full lower lip and he pulls it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. If a blow job feels anything like this then I know why guys love it so much. He walks to the bathroom and allows me to slide down his body. While he turns on the faucet in the tub and adds bubble bath to the water, I turn to admire the room. There’s a huge mirror hanging over a double-sink, stone-topped vanity, and a separate shower with a rainfall showerhead. The whole room is limestone-finished, and I’m guessing the toilet is behind the two glass doors to my right.
