Beyond The Cage (19 page)

“Are you trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me?”

He nods as he refills my glass. I lean forward, giving him a better view of my cleavage. As his gaze drifts south, I whisper in his ear, “You don’t need alcohol for that.”

Hovering over his lips, I lick mine seductively. He slides his hand to the small of my back and pulls me close. My dormant imp is about to make an appearance. When he tries to close the gap between us, I pull away and move toward the cart.

“Chocolate would have been enough.” I wink.

He grabs my hand, roughly pulling me back to him. I giggle, throwing my arms around his neck. The mirth disappears when I notice the mischief in his eyes. He pushes me back against the pillows and reaches for the box of chocolates. After removing the lid, he leaves it on the floor next to us. Taking my hands, he positions them above my head and brushes his lips against mine. I arch into him as he intensifies the kiss, sucking on my bottom lip. I try pulling my hands free so I can touch him, but he has my wrists in a vise grip. Vaguely, I feel something brush against my arm, but I’m too distracted by his tongue in my mouth. I groan when he breaks the kiss to straddle my hips. There’s a tug on my wrists, and I realize he’s tied my hands together.

“Hey!” I protest as he leans back with a satisfied smirk.

I lift my hands to investigate and find the sash from my kimono wrapped around my wrists. He forces my bound hands back into position, removing a truffle from the box. I guess I can forgive this small transgression for some chocolate. He brings it to my lips, but pulls it away just as I’m about to take a bite. Instead, he takes one, examining the remaining piece as he chews.
Ugh…the tease
. He offers it to me again, this time allowing me to bite into it.
Oh, my God…pure heaven.
As I chew, he slides my nightie up and I raise my hips, enabling him to lift it. He feeds me another truffle then slides the nightie over my breasts.

Leaving it bunched up on my sternum, he moves everything from the cart to the floor. By now, my breathing is out of control. I’m completely at his mercy, anticipating what he’ll do next. He picks up the bowl of molten chocolate, dips his finger inside, and places it at my lips. I take his finger into my mouth, sucking it clean, our eyes locked the entire time. He dips his finger into the bowl again, this time allowing the chocolate to drip between my breasts. While he leans in, he gives me an ‘oops’ look.
Oops, my ass
. That was intentional. The moment his tongue touches my skin, I let out a long, deep moan. He licks up the chocolate, driving my body wild with the action. More chocolate follows, from between my breasts down to my stomach. He starts at the end of the trail and works his way up, swirling his tongue. He glides over my breasts, moving close to, but not touching, my nipples. Why is he torturing me?

“Cameron…please.”

The licking stops and the sucking begins. I’m pretty sure there won’t be a hickey-less spot on my breasts when he’s done. Writhing beneath him, I desperately try to free my hands.

“I need you.”

Without even acknowledging me, he reaches for a strawberry, dipping it in the whipped cream. He brings it to my lips and, after I bite into the juicy fruit, he pops the remaining piece into his mouth and reaches for another. Lying next to me, he circles my nipple with the tip of the fruit. My back arches and he leans down, taking my lips between his. A moan comes from the back of my throat as I feel the strawberry slowly travelling down my stomach. He pulls back, staring into my eyes as he moves lower. I gasp when he presses down on my clit.

“Cameron!”

He circles it slowly before moving down, parting my lips with a goddamned strawberry. I’m so wet, so turned on…if he keeps this up, I’ll explode any minute. Still holding my stare, he brings it to his lips and takes a big bite. Something lurches in my stomach and every muscle in my body clenches.

“Oh…you’re bad. You’re
so
bad.”

He chuckles, positioning himself between my legs. Pushing them apart, he dips his head to find my clit with his tongue.

“Oh, God…”

I move my tethered hands down to bury my fingers in his hair. His tongue swirls from my entrance, over my lips, and back to my clit. Closing his lips around it, he sucks and strokes it with his tongue. Pushing my thighs farther apart, he proceeds to lick every inch of my drenched pussy. My hips buck upward and he curls his arms around my thighs, holding me in place. I’m teetering precariously on the edge, moaning and squirming. As his attention return to my clit, I feel the quickening sensation and lose the fight to hold back a scream. My orgasm comes crashing down on me and he increases his speed and intensity. It draws out my climax, leaving me shuddering in a torrent of sheer bliss. My bones turn to liquid and I lie there, unable to move. He releases my bonds, massaging my wrists as he lies next to me.

“You slay me, Mr. Jackson.”

He grins, rolling me with him so I’m lying on top of him. I listen to his heartbeat, waiting for life to re-enter my body. His fingers glide up and down my spine, and I can already feel the stirring between my thighs. I sit up, smirking down at him. His skin looks even more golden in the firelight. My golden Adonis. I grab the bottle of champagne and take a sip but don’t swallow, then lean in to kiss his lips. When he parts them, I allow the liquid to trickle from my mouth to his. He grabs my hips, pushing me back so I’m sitting on his erection.

“We’ll get to that soon enough,” I assure him.

I take the bowl of chocolate and trail a line from his navel to his sternum. For good measure, I add two circles around his nipples then lick my fingers clean. Starting at his navel, I work my way up. His muscles jump beneath my tongue and he moans, sinking his fingers into my hair. I circle his nipple, pulling it into my mouth as I swirl my tongue around it. When I move to the other, he begins to rock my hips, rubbing my pussy against his dick.

“Fuck…”

I slide back, pulling his pajama bottoms down his hips. My eyes lock on to his V-line. Time for our meeting. His fingers curl into my hair as I slide my tongue along the groove. Placing soft kisses across his stomach, I move to the other side. The sounds of his moans only make me want to please him more. I pull his bottoms off and toss them aside. As usual, the Kraken is in top form. While stroking him, I reach for an ice cube from the champagne bucket and place it in my mouth. I roll my tongue around it, melting it. He watches me intently, anticipation in his eyes. I wrap both hands around the Kraken and lean forward, allowing the cold water from my mouth to trickle down his length. He drags a breath through his teeth and grips the blanket beneath him.

With my mouth still cold from the ice, I wrap my lips around him. I bob up and down, humming and moaning as I slurp him up like a popsicle. I glance up at him, and his head is thrown back on the pillows, every muscle in his body taut. It’s empowering knowing I have this effect on him. Pushing his powerful legs apart, I move lower, licking where his thigh meets his hip. I drag my nails down his stomach, heading for his balls, sliding my tongue across it before pulling it into my mouth. The sound he makes is like a cross between a groan and a whimper.

With a grin, I leave his balls, moving back up to wrap my lips around the head of his dick. As I suck on it, I pump him with both hands, intent on giving him as much as he gave me. I take him as deep as I can, pulling back when he releases a tortured sound. When I resume my bobbing motion, he begins pulling on my hair, which means he’s about to come. I slap his hand away, making my intention clear. I’ve never swallowed before, but I want to do it for him. He growls, erupting in my mouth. Swallowing quickly, I suck up the intermittent spurts that follow. Drained, I let him slip from between my lips. That wasn’t so bad. I was expecting it to be…icky…but it wasn’t.

I climb back up to straddle him and he’s staring at the ceiling, trying to calm his breathing. I lay my head on his chest, but the position is short-lived as he rolls over, putting me beneath him. He reaches under the pillows and retrieves a handful of condoms.

“Ever the boy scout.”

One side of his lips curls up and he reaches down to slip a finger inside me. We both moan and he leans in to cover my lips with his. His tongue surges past my parted lips, exploring each crevice and corner. He trails kisses down my cheek and affixes his lips to my neck, sucking at the base of my throat. I throw my head back and bury my fingers in his hair as he sinks his finger deep then switches to the other side of my neck.

“Cameron…”

He moves up onto his knees and quickly grabs one of the condoms, but I place my hand on his to stop him. I take it from his fingers and toss it aside.

“No. I want to feel you.”

His eyes burn with a desire so intense, I’m shaking as he lowers himself on top of me. He grabs the base of his dick and slowly, gently, pushes inside me.

“Yes…”

He moans and begins to move at a smooth, rhythmic pace, rocking his hips slowly, pulling back and pushing deep. I wrap my legs around his hips as he moves in a circular motion. We stare into each other’s eyes, both lost in feeling.

“Baby…you feel so good.”

He lets out a sharp growl and descends on my lips, grinding his against them, sucking on my bottom one until it throbs. Grabbing my hip, he lifts me toward him as he delivers deep, gentle thrusts. Something pools in the pit of my stomach then shoots through my body like a rocket. I give in to the feeling, tightening my legs around him.

“I…I’m coming!”

He moves faster. I clench my muscles around him, crying out as my body shudders. In the middle of my orgasm, he grunts, moving with fervor. I throw my arms around his neck and pull him close.

“Don’t pull out.”

He moans, jerking his hips as he buries his face in my neck. When he comes, he lets out a roar and bites into my shoulder. He collapses on top of me and I hold on to him. Our breathing is out of control, our hearts beating erratically. He shifts, taking his weight off me, and lies next to me. I turn to him and place my head on his chest, feeling replete and utterly exhausted. As my eyes are fluttering closed, he picks me up and carries me to the bed. Curling up behind me, he pulls me into his arms.

“Cameron…I love you.”

You know when you have found your prince because you not only have a smile on your face but in your heart as well. – Author Unknown

A hand on my stomach gently rouses me from sleep. He pulls me to him, my back to his front, but I turn to face him, throwing my arm around his waist. The reason he woke me up becomes evident when his hard dick pokes me. Never mind that he did the same thing three times last night. I’m a little happy we don’t live together because he would wear me the hell out.

“Breakfast first,” I tell him. “And a shower.”

It’s obvious he’s already showered. He smells heavenly – like shower gel and pure man. While I’m inhaling his scent, he tries to worm his hand between my thighs. I push at his chest and he not-so-gracefully allows me to roll away from him. I grab my kimono from the floor and head into the bathroom. After the night I had, Honey should be in desperate need of some hygienic attention. I brush my teeth, turn on the shower, and strip down, singing Outkast’s “So Fresh, So Clean”. As I step inside, memories of last night flood my mind. It was incredible.
He
was incredible. But…we didn’t use protection. I lay my palm wistfully on my stomach and realize I
do
want to have a baby. I want to have
his
baby.

I’m conflicted. I’ve wanted to be a doctor for as long as I can remember. Having a baby means putting that on hold. Who knows for how long? I’ve come too far to stop now, even for a little while. If it’s meant to be, it will happen, right? It’s just a matter of time. I know he understands I have to at least finish med school first. Besides, I’m the one who told him not to use protection
and
not to pull out. I’ll just have to find a pharmacy today.

As I’m rinsing the soap from my body, I hear him moving around. I slide my hand against the glass to clear the mist and see him walking toward me with a very familiar look in his eyes. I turn to him as he steps in. He takes my hand and pulls me to him, snaking his free arm around my waist.

“Did you order my breakfast?” He nods, moving my hand down to the Kraken. “Oh, really? I don’t think
that’s
on the menu.”

He smiles, turns me around, and places my palms on the glass. I lose control of my breathing as he leans in and presses his lips to my neck. My knees wobble, my heart thunders in my chest, and my body quivers against him.
Sweet Jesus!
What is he doing to me?
His lips move slowly across my shoulder while he tweaks my nipples. He grabs my waist and his tongue slides up my spine, making my skin tingle. From behind, he reaches between my legs and slides his finger inside me, curling his other arm around me to massage my clit.

“Cameron…”

My fingers curl into fists against the glass when he begins to move faster. While one finger slides in and out, he alternates between stroking my clit and my lips. I reach back, grabbing a handful of his hair. The more I move against him, the more intense his actions become. He turns me around to face him and I search his silver eyes; the desire I find there absolutely floors me. It does wonders for a girl’s ego to know she’s wanted this much.

He slips his finger inside me again and grabs the back of my head, holding me in place by my hair. He wants me to look at him again.
Oh, Lord.
Once again, I try my best to hold his stare. It’s hard! Damn near impossible when his fingers are driving me crazy. He presses his thumb down on my clit while his middle finger glides in and out.

“Oh, God!”

Impossibly, he turns up the intensity in his stare. His eyes are like storm clouds about to deliver torrential rain.

“Kiss me.”

He leans forward with a moan. The instant his lips touch mine, I feel my orgasm approaching. I sink my nails into his shoulders, whimpering like a sad puppy. He grabs my ass, lifting me off the floor. The Kraken slides past my lips and I come instantly. By the time he’s all the way inside me, my legs are shaking uncontrollably around his hips. He grunts, holding me to him tightly. The exquisite feeling of him sliding, stretching, filling me up only adds to the sensations, making my orgasm unbelievably more powerful. My eyes never left his. Now I know why he wants me to look at him. Seeing the expression on his face is almost as good as the actual orgasm. It’s as if my pleasure gives him the utmost pleasure in return. Behind that, I see something else – the begging eyes are back.

“What?”

He seems frustrated and it’s getting
me
frustrated. I don’t know what he wants! I cradle his face in my hands and search his eyes desperately.

“Cameron…talk to me.
Please
.”

He just keeps looking at me with those same eyes – beseeching, yearning. For what? I have no fucking clue!

“I don’t know what you want me to do!”

He turns around and pushes me against the wall, burying himself deep inside me. I cry out, tightening my arms around him. Just like last night, he moves slowly, methodically, pulling back and circling his hips as he moves forward. His lips latch on to my neck and he squeezes my ass, pulling me closer as he grinds against me. Sweet torture. That’s what this is. Along with all those martial arts, he must have studied sexual arts – or better yet, sexual enslavement. I’m most definitely ensnared by his sexual prowess. He makes me want to write a paean about him; a beautiful song, praising his abilities. He goes deep again, and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from screaming out ‘I love you!’ His lips move to mine and I part them, giving him free reign. His tongue slides in and I moan, running my fingers through his hair as his lips move tenderly against mine. I had no idea he could be like this. I had no idea
I
could be like this. I’ve always liked it rough…until now.

“More…please, more.”

He grunts as I move my hips, matching his rhythm. My whimpers become louder, my breathing heavier. It’s almost as if he gets bigger with each stroke. I just get wetter, allowing him to glide in and out. I contract my muscles, gripping his dick. He groans, squeezing my ass. I intensify my movements and he goes still, allowing me to pleasure us both. As he sucks on my bottom lip, he massages my breast. I won’t last much longer; the tingling sensations have already begun. I move faster, chasing my climax. When it hits, I freeze. He grabs my hips and resumes control as I come, screaming his name. His fingers sink into my flesh, and then he pulsates inside me. I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him like a drowning woman hanging on to a floating plank.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that; I only know when he pulls out of me I want to reel him back in. I stare at him and he stares at me. Since last night, there’s been something different about him. The way he looks at me…I can’t describe it, but it ties my insides into knots. After he touches a gentle kiss to my lips, he turns to leave.
Huh?

“You’re welcome,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Jeez.
He smirks and steps out of the shower.
Talk about ‘wham bam’…not even a ‘thank you, ma’am’.
As he grabs a towel, I turn back to my shower. When I get out, I slip on one of the big bathrobes. The way he’s going, it’s better if I just stay naked. But I’m not complaining. Trust me.

I find him in the living room doing crunches, wearing only basketball shorts. Hmm…got to maintain those beautiful abs. I don’t see how he could get any sexier. I could sit and stare at him all day. Taking a seat around the breakfast-laden table, I settle in to do just that while I eat. He flashes me a dazzling smile, and hops to his feet.

“Why’d you stop? I was enjoying the show.”

He picks up a small paper bag from the dining table and hands it to me.

“What’s this?”

Opening it, I peer inside. Morning-after pills. Just when I thought I couldn’t love him any more…

“Thank you.”

I set it down on the table and watch as he takes the chair across from me. He makes no move toward the food and just sits there staring at me.

“Aren’t you going to eat?”

He gives me the most lascivious look I’ve seen to date, and smirks. Every muscle in my body tightens. Every. Muscle. No hyperbole. I squeeze my thighs together under the table.

“Not me,” I clarify. “Breakfast.”

His smirk turns into a smile as he stands. Lifting me out of my chair, he settles me on his lap.
But…wait a minute…why
not
me?

“Well…maybe later. I’m starving.”

I finish my breakfast, feeding him from my plate. He behaves for the most part, copping the occasional feel. The moment I take my last bite, he repositions me on his lap so I’m sitting directly on his erection.

“And how long has that been going on?” I turn around, straddle him, and wrap my arms around his neck. “What’s up with you? You’re being even more of a horn dog than you usually are.”

His gaze drops and he unties the belt of my robe. A shiver runs down my spine as he pushes the sides apart. At his satisfied smile, I look down at my hickey-covered breasts. He cups them, pushing them together. With a giggle, I pull his face in to them and execute a little shimmy. He finishes what I started, motorboating me. When he starts nipping at the sides of my breasts, I grab a handful of his hair and pull his head back.

“What am I going to do with you and your corporeal appetites?” He reaches down, and I watch as he releases the Kraken. Leaning in, I whisper against his lips, “Is that what you want? You want me to ride it, Daddy?”

He presses his lips to mine as his fingers circle my clit. He moans when he finds I’m already wet. I can’t help it; just being near him makes my pussy weep. His tongue slips past my lips at the same moment his finger glides past my lower lips. I whimper as his free hand weaves into my hair, pulling me closer to him. I raise my hips, letting him know I’m ready. I need him inside me now. He grabs my hips and guides me. As I slide down, stretching to take all of him, I pull back and gaze into his eyes – his gorgeous eyes that captivate me each time I look at him. He has entranced me, mind, body, and soul. My heart is his. I pray he doesn’t break it.

Someone raps swiftly on the door and we both groan. He shoots me an apologetic look before I can say anything. That means he has to answer it.
Fuck!
I stand, fixing my robe as he heads to the door.

“Of all things holy…don’t you know better than to open the door looking like that?”

I crane my neck to see who the effeminate voice came from. A hand with French-manicured nails reaches out to touch Cameron’s chest and he grabs it, giving the visitor a deadly look of warning. He pulls his hand out of Cameron’s grip and breezes past him in a flurry of bright colors.

“So touchy!” He notices me standing there and turns toward me. “So…this is her.”

He circles me, sweeping my body with an evaluative look. I do the same, taking in his red and green hair, bright pink shirt, and black leather pants.
Who the hell is he supposed to be?

“Not bad, Jackson. Let’s just see exactly what I have to work with.”

He reaches for my robe and I jump back. Cameron grabs his hand again, giving him an even more ferocious look.

“Okay, I got it. Hands off. Like you don’t already know I’d rather touch you, you hunk of a man.”

Well, I can’t argue with that. Cameron drops his hand and the man walks out of the room, returning with a rolling rack of women’s clothes.

“Who is he?” I whisper.

“The name’s Germaine, but you can call me Gem, sweetheart, ’cause that’s exactly what I am.”

Gem begins pulling dresses off his rack and moves toward me again.

“Wait. What’s going on here?” I ask.

“Why, I’m here to dress you, darling.”

“Dress me? For what?”

He gives Cameron a disapproving look then turns back to me. “He’s hot, but he’s not much of a sharer, is he?”

“No, he’s not.”

“Well, apparently, your handsome beau here has something special planned for tonight. I’m here to facilitate your wardrobe.”

As I peer at Cameron with suspicion, Gem begins holding dresses against my body. “What have you got planned?”

He just smiles, grabs a chair, and sits back to watch. Gem grabs both sides of my face and turns my head to the side. He lets out a loud shriek and turns to Cameron accusatorily.

“Cammy, you cannibal! Look what you did to the poor girl’s neck!”

‘Cammy’ smirks and crosses his arms over his chest. Gem inspects my neck once more, his face scrunched in deep thought.

“I guess we can cover it up…or maybe a scarf.”

He reaches for a deep-cut dress and I remember the spots on my breasts. I smile at him and shake my head. “Can’t wear that.”

He throws up his hand in exasperation and scoffs.

“Men and their passions! Trust me, honey, I know. I just can’t show you where mine are.”

He winks and turns back to his rack. I like him. I think we’re going to get along just fine. He rifles through his selection once more and pulls out a white lace dress.

“I think this will be perfect. Breasts are covered…high neck. If you keep your hair down, you should be fine. Cap sleeves…there aren’t any on your arms, are there?”