going to win? The naughty devil on my right shoulder or the good angel on the left?
The right.
"I know I shouldn’t but I can’t help myself," I say and launch myself at him, my legs wrapping around his waist as my lips land on his. He catches me, not even staggering a bit, then walks slowly backwards until he hits the bed and sits down.
My fingers thread through his hair and his tongue slides out against mine. I moan aloud and he cups my breasts through my thin t-shirt, my nipples instantly hardening.
I pull back, gasping for air.
"I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me, but I can’t—it’s just... I need ," I tell him as he kisses along my neck.
He pulls back to meet my gaze.
"Then take."
I don’t hesitate, I can’t. I rub myself against his hardening erection and let out a long, frustrated groan. It’s not enough.
As if he senses it, Cage slips a hand between us, between my legs, and his fingers tease the edge of my panties. I whimper against his lips and he slides his finger underneath the barrier and over my slit, slowly working his way downward to where I’m hot and needy.
"You’re so wet, Fee." He circles my opening with a finger then slowly works it inside me, thrusting forward and withdrawing in small movements.
"Oh, God, that feels so good," I gasp, then bite his earlobe. He lets out a groan and shifts beneath me so he can add another finger to the first.
I moan into his neck and lick, then inhale his scent.
"God, Fee. You’re so close already."
"I know, I don’t know—it’s you."
"Me?" he asks with a chuckle.
"Your scent," I pant out.
"My scent?" I hear the grin in his voice but I don’t care. It feels so good. His fingers sliding in and out of me, getting me closer to where I need to go.
"Yeah, I don’t know what—it’s driving me crazy."
"Jesus," he says when I start moving against his hand.
"This shouldn’t happen—but I just, I need—"
"Fee," he says in a tone that has my eyes opening to meet his gaze. "Just take."
I reach up and cup my breasts, pinching my nipples through my bra and shirt.
"That’s so hot."
I start moving faster against his hand, not caring that this can’t be smart because I start to feel the tingles. He thrusts his fingers faster and harder, his thumb reaching up to circle my clit lightly.
"Oh yes, just like that," I whisper.
"Jesus, Fee," Cage moans when my pussy starts tightening around his fingers as the first twinges of my release begin.
Wave after wave of pleasure rush over me, each one stronger than the last, so strong I can’t hold myself up. I lean into Cage’s neck and bite down. He lets out a grunt when I finally stop coming.
He’s hard beneath me and how shitty would it be for me to leave him like that? I reach down between us and he stays my hand.
I lean back and meet his gaze. He lifts a brow and I shrug a shoulder.
"Fair is fair. I’d feel like an asshole if I left you hanging."
"I’ll be fine. You don’t have to—"
"Shut up," I say, cutting him off then dropping to my knees before him.
"Fee."
I ignore his warning I know I should heed, but my hormones have the best of me right now. I unzip his dress pants and reach inside to find him hard and silky and hot. Just as I remember.
The reminder of him inside me has me clenching my thighs together again.
I lean forward and lick the head of his penis, taking in the precum beaded there as I do. He hisses out a breath and his hands fist into the comforter beneath him. It won’t be long and those gorgeous, talented hands will be in my hair, tugging and pulling and turning me on even more than I already am. I’m not sure what it’s going to take to satisfy the lust coursing through my veins, but I need something—anything.
Leaning in further, I slide my lips over his cock and take him into my mouth. He lets out a pleasured groan and his fingers thread through my hair. I nearly grin, but I don’t. Memories of the consequences of last time slowly filter in but I