Page 18 of Caged By the Stranger (Bad Decisions #1)

“I know, but…I thought it might be a bit presumptuous of me, and part of the experience is the wait. I figured you should have the chance to see if you preferred pleasure elsewhere.”

Elsewhere? How could I have gotten pleasure elsewhere?

“You went back, after all. Silas told me you stormed out, though. What happened?”

Silas? That must be the bald prick at the door.

A hand runs down my arm and stops at the underside of my wrist, but after the touch has left a trail of gooseflesh in its wake. “Hands on the bed, please,” he whispers.

I’m about to argue when that warm palm lands on the small of my back, making me feel like warm molasses.

Blinking stupidly like I’m in one of those Halloween fun houses, feeling for the walls, I touch my palms down to the bedding and tilt my head to track his movements as I try to keep my breathing under control.

“He…they laughed at me,” I confess, hoping it hurts him to hear that as much as it hurt me to be left disappointed that night.

He doesn’t deserve an orgasm from me, not after what he did.

I want to shout at my body to stop responding to his little touches and grazes, but I’m determined to be the victor this time.

I need those four fucking numbers, so he can’t keep me under this strange spell he seems to cast whenever I’m around him.

I can’t believe he was going to give me the promotion.

Was he serious about that, or was he just telling me what I wanted to hear?

He knows I’ve been the best performer for five years?

That means he…noticed me. Noticed my work.

I shouldn’t take so much pride in that fact.

It shouldn’t make me feel so warm inside to have possibly been on his radar for so long.

“It was horrible,” I mumble.

I’m not sure if I do it to make him feel bad or if the words just tumble out like he’s opened some fountain of truth in me with his hot breath and the cloak of darkness.

His palm slides across the small of my back.

His hand is a little rough, but his touch is gentle.

It’s oddly soothing and yet lights my flesh on fire at the same time.

It doesn’t stop, though. The mattress dips behind me and his palm continues over the curve of my ass and down the outside of my thigh.

I suck in a breath when I feel the full weight of him on the bed. His leg hair brushes against my skin, and I knead the comforter in anticipation.

What is he doing back there? I told him he’s not fucking me, and for some reason, despite all his mind games, I believe he’d actually respect that.

His leg presses against the inside of mine, nudging mine outward. On instinct, I move it. His other one brushes over the back of my other calf, painting a clear picture of him settling between my legs.

Jesus. Thank God he can’t see my exposed ass. I’ve never shown that view to anyone, too mortified of feeling so…open.

“I’m sorry, Charlie.”

His other hand connects with my hip, the same light touch. The same soothing warmth. He glides it down the outside of my thigh and then runs it back up in unison with his other hand until they both stop on the top of my ass.

The touch and the apology unlock something in my breathing, allowing my air to come more freely. It’s a modicum of the comfort I’ve yearned so much for over the last week and a half. It grips my heart with a squeeze of sadness that has me nearly wanting to cry.

How bizarre is that? It has to be this fucking cage. It’s plagued my emotions for far too long.

His hands move again, trailing down the back of my thighs this time.

I’m about to squirm and tell him I’ll need much more than that if I have the slightest chance of coming.

One of his hands slips in between my legs, though.

His palm glides over the underside of my balls, stealing my breath once again.

“Truly…I am,” he whispers, his lips dusting the flesh at the small of my back.

I feel those lubed fingers now as they delicately start to trace the circumference of the cage’s cable. But that’s not the worst of it. A soft, wet kiss touches my skin right above the cleft in my ass. I shudder so hard that there’s no way he didn’t feel it against his lips.

“I wouldn’t have laughed,” he murmurs, moving his mouth to my right cheek and placing another kiss there.

I…he never said anything about…about kissing.

No one’s ever…kissed my ass. I don’t know what to think.

It’s not something I ever thought I’d like, but as his fingers slink up the underside of my cage in a gentle massage of my tender flesh, the combination seems to work.

I can feel blood pulsing to my shaft, making the confines even smaller now.

All the while, his palm brushes my sac. It forces an awareness over me of just how heavy it feels right now.

I do need to come. Need to, despite anything to do with being granted four little numbers.

I know I’m supposed to be pissed off right now, but for the love of God, if he can actually make me come, I don’t think I’d be mad about it.

I grunt, suddenly frustrated. All that this stroking and the unexpected kisses to my ass are doing is making me harder. It’s not like either of us could work my cock right now.

“What is it, handsome?”

My face blooms with heat over the unsolicited compliment. Does he actually think I’m handsome?

Fuck. Focus, Charlie.

“I…I can’t come. This isn’t going to work.”

His hand retreats from between my legs. I feel the loss instantly, even though I basically requested it.

All he’s doing is getting me hot and bothered.

I had no problem feeling like that already without his hands on me.

If he’s fucking with me again so he can get away without giving me the damn combination, I’m going to resort to physical violence.

The next thing I know, his chest presses against my back, a blanket of fleshy heat. His nipples flattened against the back of my ribs, his soft chest hair. His arms cage the outsides of mine and the fabric of his Speedo brushes the back of my ass.

Right at the center of my seam, something thick and solid nestles against me behind that spandex fabric. He’s hard. So hard it has me sucking in a breath.

His lips brush against the back of my ear and soothe, “Hey, hey… shhh . Patience. We’ve just started.” When his nose makes a playful nudge against the skin behind my ear, I gasp like a damn virgin. “I’m not going to let you down again. I promise.”

He lifts one of his hands off the mattress. I feel it on my chest and wonder if he can tell how fast my heart is beating. It doesn’t linger long, though, instead moving slowly down my stomach and to my abs.

I’ve never felt so surrounded by another person.

I’m used to blow jobs or topping someone from behind against a wall.

Is this what it feels like for a bottom when you fold yourself over them?

It provides its own unique sense of fulfillment.

So I stay put, comforted by the promise of not being let down again, which I probably shouldn’t have any faith in.

With this full-body blanket hug, complete with his dick still nestled in my seam, I’m reminded of the deep exploration I made with my fingers earlier in the week when I was trying to get off. It was the wrong memory to recall. My hole spasms and my ass clenches.

I freeze. There’s no way he didn’t feel that. I don’t dare move a muscle, not even when he moves back.

His hips retreat, bringing me both relief and further convincing me I’m never going to come.

A moment later, his hands are back on my ass, though.

They glide back down the outsides of my thighs.

I’m about to roll my eyes and tell him that starting back at square one won’t produce the results we both want.

Ass play isn’t my thing, and he’s locked up the one place that always produces results.

I can’t believe I even got into this position for someone, let alone allowed everything to happen so far that has.

I’m quickly learning, however, that Rory is a master of the bait and switch. As soon as I fixate too long on or panic about one thing, it’s like he knows and changes tactics. His lips dust the back of my ass cheek this time, very, very close to my cleft.

“Are you ready?” he murmurs, sliding his hands around my waist and down to the juncture of my hips.

I let loose some unintelligible sound, frozen again. He’s…not going to… Is he?

It starts with another kiss. A soft, innocent kiss near the seam of my ass.

What follows is a mapping of its entire height all the way up to the top of my cleft.

Something wet swirls a circle over the vertebrae right above my ass, leaving me gasping in a rush of shivers.

And then…he sucks the sensitive skin there.

Sucks on it! My eyes may have just crossed.

It’s ticklish, and my toes curl as more blood pumps to my already strained balls.

H-how…how is that…an erogenous spot?

“Mmm,” he hums.

Did I shudder again? Or make some embarrassing noise? What was the hum for?

I don’t have time to analyze it. He moves lower with that wicked mouth of his. Straight down.

I’m honestly concerned for my brain because of how many times I’ve held my breath tonight. When his hot breath ghosts slowly down the length of my seam, though, I can neither get any air to come in nor out of my lungs.

He pauses at my taint. If someone dropped a pin, I’d hear it. I wait, suspended in place by those hands that are stroking my juncture, making my cock bob with each drag of his fingertips. Wet and soft…I feel it first at the tender flesh behind my balls.

“Uhn!” I bark out a groan and jolt against his hands when his tongue paves a path between my cheeks.

It stops right on my ring and withdraws, allowing me to suck in a gulp of air. And then…there are lips.