Let It Burn (33 page)

I was a bonafide addict for the touch of his hand, the feel of his mouth, the feel of him deep inside me. My core ached a little and he seemed to realize that was a likely side effect of no sex for basically ever, and his massive cock. Without me asking, he headed upstairs to the master bath, not letting me go until he had the shower running.

“Shower. Eat. More of that,” Voice raspy and sexy, my pussy leapt to attention as he used it against me, “in the bed, preferably. I have a fantasy to see through, Sugar.” Cage flashed a sexy look with dimples and all and my hand snatched his hand, yanking him back against me.

“Cage....” There was so much to say, most of it scary but definitely my truth.

“Sugar,” Cage yanked too, pressing my back to the wall of the glass shower, “later. Let me take care of you now. Then you feed me. Then I please you some more. Talk later. Look at me.” My eyes were swimming with emotion but I lifted my chin to meet his gaze.

“O.K.” My teeth came out to tear at my bottom lip, a nervous habit that often left my poor lip massacred.

“I love your fucking mouth,” His thumb tugged at my lip, forcing my teeth to let go, “kills me when you tear it up. It’s so sexy. Come on, Sugar.”

Cage tipped his head towards the running shower and I realized he was naked. For the first time I noticed both of us were completely bare, our clothes no doubt thrown across the kitchen. Like some trashy novel. Indulging, I hesitated, enjoying the vision of him naked.
Sweet Jesus
he was huge.

At least a foot taller than me, which was ridiculous because I was tall, his shoulders were massive and muscled. Again I reached out, fingers trailing over the colorful artwork spread over his corded muscles, wanting to know the story behind each one.

I let my fingers linger over them as I touched him. Slow passes of my fingers worked over his chest, down his defined abs, my eyes dropped to take in his cock in all its naked glory. Watching him tense, I let my hand pass over it once, then again.

“Jesus, fuck baby,” He growled, fists tightening and the muscles in his arms jerking, “you keep touching me I’m bending you over in the shower.”

“That a promise? Or a threat?” Cage was on me, lifting me and tearing my hand away from his cock as it grew in my hands.

“Does my girl want it again? I aim to please. After all I did offer orgasms on call. Fuck knows I want nothing more than to bury my cock inside that tight pussy and never leave it.” Cage stepped into the shower, my legs slipping down to his hips, my arms loose at his wide shoulders.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I gasped when he thrust his cock against my achy center, “just admiring the goods, baby. Stories later.” I murmured, my hand passing over his tattoos again, mesmerized.

“I will give you every single one. Now let me be romantic and take care of my girl, please? Didn’t mean to fuck you raw in the kitchen.” A moan passed my lips as he set me at my feet, an arm hooking at my neck.

“Mmm you expected something different after everything? Hours after I met you, I was wondering how you would feel above me, sinking into me as you took me.” Cage growled, his hand tightening in my wet hair, yanking.

“It's the same for you then? Since the first day?” My head nodded and I struggled to look into his eyes, the shower making it a task.

“Mmm, yes. Which is exactly why I ran. Tried to, anyway.” Cage sighed and lavished a sweet, wet kiss at my mouth before shifting behind me.

“I won’t let you. I wouldn’t before I had been inside you; I damn sure won’t now that I have. You’re mine, Charli.” I shuddered in the steamy shower, letting Cage bring me back against his chest.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

Twenty minutes and countless kisses and caresses later, Cage was wrapping a towel around his waist as I watched. He was so sexy. Watching him rub at his thick dark hair, my mouth watered as his biceps flexed, the muscles of his taut stomach shifting. The veins between the deep v that led to his magic cock made my mouth water. My pussy too.

Wrapped in my own towel, I realized I was staring like an idiot. As my skin flushed, Cage caught my gaze, a sexy smirk taking over his face. Closing the distance between us, he wound the same towel around my long hair, rubbing gently as he watched me.

“See anything you like, Sugar?” Biting his bottom lip, he pressed his chest against me and I nodded, transfixed.

“All of it? Yes. Sounds right. Mmm, that feels great.” With his large hands, he worked the towel through my thick hair, massaging my scalp.

“I aim to please, Sugar. Mmm, you smell so good. The way you smell always drives me fucking crazy. Like Sugar and citrus.” Working the towel down my neck, over my shoulders, he watched me.

“Is that why...Sugar?” I wondered, my fingers hooking in the towel hanging low on his hips.

“Mmm, it was. Till I tasted your mouth. Then your pussy.” Then he winked. Well shit if said pussy wasn’t soaked all over again.

“Cage. You talk so dirty.” I murmured as I smirked with him, letting him dry me off, one hand yanking my towel off.

“You like it, baby. Your eyes go stormy and sexy when I tell you all the filthy things I think about you. Did you get off for me earlier? After you sent me that sexy photo of this,” His fingers traced over my tattoo and my head nodded as my eyes rolled back, “and this.” Then his fingers swiped gently over my center, just once.

“Yes. I do like how you talk. Did...did you too, Cage?” I had wondered if the tame sexting earlier had worked for him.

“Fuck yes I did. How many times have I made you come now? I think I might want to keep track.” Flushing all over, I backed away, reaching for the silk robe hanging on the hook by the door.

“Cage! Now you sound cocky. I’m hungry.” Slipping the short silk robe on, I tied the sash then gasped.

“Tell me,” Cage was pressed close, towel gone and hard cock nudging at my backside, “I need to know. How many times have I made you come? How many times have you said my name when you made yourself come?”

For some reason tears flooded my eyes so I broke away. Briefly I wondered if I was just another of the notches he had told me about. What was his number? Eight? Was he aiming for double digits? When he made the joke about keeping count that’s what I heard. That I was just another number to him. My orgasms included.

I wondered bleakly if he kept track of the other orgasms too. Marking tally marks on the wall of his sexual conquests. The idea sent me cold and without a word, I fled. Which was how I dealt with shit.

“Baby?” I was down the stairs and in the kitchen, making too much noise for almost four am.

Cage padded into the kitchen, still in just a towel, feet wet on the slate floor. I made myself busy with the pans of food, the pasta that needed warmed again. Tears blurred my vision and I knew it was foolish. At least some part of me did, but I couldn’t help it.

It was too late for me with Cage; I was too crazy about him to pretend the possibility of being just a number to him didn’t leave me aching. Exhausted by the roller coaster of emotions I was wringing through tonight, I considered asking him to leave. I could rebuild myself over the weekend and start new Monday.

“Don’t,” Cage was behind me, literally caging me in with his muscled arms and massive body, “don’t you think you can run away now. Talk to me, baby. What did I just do? Don’t let me fuck this up. Please.” Cage’s voice was pained, his breath hot against my neck as he pleaded gently.

“I don’t...I don’t want to talk. I want...you need to go.”
What?
I didn’t want that. Why the fuck did I say that?
              “Fuck no I don’t,” Cage growled, one arm tightening about my waist, “you talk to me, tell me I fucked up. Tell me I pissed you off or said something to hurt you. Which fucking kills me, Charli. We don’t just give up. That’s not how this thing is going to work. You get me?” Whirling to face him, I shoved at his chest, angry when he barely budged.

“What is this
thing
? Who says you make the rules?” I struggled to breathe as pain closed about my chest like a fist crushing me.

“This thing is you and me, Sugar. You are mine; I told you how this was going to go. This is where we make the rules, baby. You tell me not to say stupid shit. Tell me how not to hurt you. I tell you the last thing I ever fucking want is for you to look at me like you are right now. What did I say? Charli, I’m your future; you’re mine. We figure shit out in the middle.” Large hands yanked at the sash of my robe, tugging me close, his forehead bending to touch mine.

“Why is it so easy for you? H-how do...you just accept how you feel? Do you not feel...as wound up or scared or out of control as I do?” My voice sounded weak and small and he sighed, closing his eyes.

“Oh, baby nothing about this is easy for me. I accept what I feel for you because it scares me but it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt. You are all I can think about, you are the only person I want to talk to, the only person I want to see every single day. I am
absolutely
out of control, Sugar. There is nothing I won’t do to keep you happy, because the idea of you happy makes my chest ache. Fills up parts of me I didn’t know were empty before you. I’m fucking crazy about you, Charli.” Something new seized my chest as he cupped my jaw, tipping my gaze to his.

“I...me too. All the above. I just...I know I told you I didn’t come here to find you. I think, maybe I did. I didn’t know it then, of course. How could I? I think I found parts of me in you that I didn’t know I needed to find. I just can’t be numbers to you, Cage.” The last comment was said so low I barely heard it myself.

“Charli...that is not...I would never....that was a dick thing to say. Especially after I told you about my numbers. Look at me,” When I didn’t, one hand slid around my throat, the other yanking my damp hair back, “you are a fuckova lot more than a number to me. I don’t want any other numbers, Charli. I wish I didn’t have the ones I did have. I know it hurts you; fuck it would kill me. I’m a selfish dick and love that it’s just been one man.” The feral possession that laced his words, that lit his beautiful eyes burned through me. I was sick.

“There...I mean there was one more.” It was petty to mention but I was jealous of his past truth be told.

“What? Who? When?” Cage’s hands went tight in my hair, at my throat. Desire ripped through me, soaking my thighs. I was fucked up.

“Later. I am hungry. It’s late. You need to go soon.” Now I wasn’t being mean.

“No I don’t. You said my weekend was yours. That started,” He peered at the wall clock, “one hour ago. Not getting rid of me so fast. Feed me. Then fuck me. Then tell me. Everything.” Something bubbled up inside me, wild and uncontrolled, making me light with hope for this. For him.

After reheating the chicken and sauce, I made us both plates of chicken pasta, pouring myself some wine and grabbing Cage a beer.

We settled into the table like we had that first night. Cage close to my side, heavy hand at my thigh. Except now we were half naked and my pussy was freshly fucked by his magnificent cock.

As we ate, Cage yanked me close, kissing my neck, my ear, my shoulder. Complimenting me on the dish I made, asking how much I liked to cook, he was all smiles and laughter.

Cage was so full of light and I wanted to drown in it. To let him chase my ghosts away and burn me to ash in his warmth. I needed him more than I had expected. After he finished, and went for seconds, I pressed my face into his neck.

Hooking my arm around his big bicep, I rested my feet on his chair and watched him eat. Held onto him tight as if refusing to let him go. As if that would be enough to fix my issues with running, with fear, with the truths we had yet to learn about one another. For tonight, maybe all weekend, I didn’t want to let any of that encroach on this.

Cage let me hold him, his hand gripping my thigh tightly, moving slowly as he ate and told me about his night. It felt good to share time with him, to think about how many nights I might get to share with him like this. Him coming here or my maybe seeing the fabled condo he had mentioned. That was a goal, to get him to take me home.

“Sugar,” Cage spoke softly, fingertips working in hypnotic circles at my skin, “I like this. I like being here with you like this. Coming...here knowing you were here, wanting to see me. Made my night, Sugar.” Smiling into a bright colored tattoo at his shoulder, I bit into it playfully.

“Me too, Cage. It... feels natural. Is it weird that it feels so natural?” Cage leaned over to press a kiss to my temple, smirking.

“Yeah, it might be. Should it not feel this way? Who knows? I don’t have a single thing to compare what this is like to, Sugar. I know it feels fucking good knowing I can,” Catching my chin in his large hand, he kissed me, sending a flare of need right to my core, “kiss you or touch you or just watch you smile or laugh like I want to. No bullshit or pretense or games. Just us starting a relationship.” My eyes watched his as he trailed his thumb over my mouth.

“So....all the
“your mine, I’m yours talk”
is more about literal ownership, a relationship as you call it, than about dirty talk to make us both hot, yes?” Cage threw his head back and laughed, hand tightening at my thigh, and I just watched because I fucking loved it. Warmth bloomed in my chest and I knew I was falling different ways, for different reasons, over and over.