Beyond The Cage (4 page)

“Good. I had a delicious chicken Caesar.”

“Spill the beans, Carter. Did you…?”

“No, we didn’t. Well, I did…he didn’t.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

When I tell her what happened, she grins at me. “Well, now you have to! Can you imagine what the real thing will be like?” she squeals.

“I don’t have that luxury right now. I have to study…and so do you.” I give her a pointed stare and she rolls her eyes at me.

“Okay, Mom.”

As I walk to my room, I pull my phone out of my pocket and text Cameron.

Jasmine: Don’t think you’re off the hook, mister. You owe me some info. I deserve to know something about the man who just gave me the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had ;).

A few minutes later, a reply comes in.

Cameron: 34, July 25, Leo, mixed martial artist, blue. I like fighting and…you.

Wow! Just…wow! He likes me. Well, I knew that, but at least now I have some sort of acknowledgement. And he’s a Leo – a lion, just like I thought. Great! Leos and Libras are very compatible. Thirty-four…that’s quite an age gap. Well, what does it matter, anyway? It’s a little late. I’m hooked. I’ll have to wait and see if he can reel me in.

Jasmine: Wow…actual words!!! Thank you. I guess you already know that I like you, too :).

Okay, enough. I silence my phone and try to get into a studying mood. Grabbing my Physiology textbook, I put him out of my mind and get down to business.

The mark of a true crush…is that you fall in love first and grope for reasons afterward. – Shana Alexander

I pick up my vibrating phone and try to hide a giddy smile when I see the name of the person texting me. Cameron. We’ve been texting every day this last week, but he’s been out of town so I haven’t seen him. He returned late last night, and I woke up to a text saying he was back. Professor Walton’s voice becomes background noise as I read his message.

Cameron: Hey, pretty lady.

Jasmine: Hey, handsome :). What’s up?

Cameron: Up? You really want to know?

Jasmine: Yes, please.

Cameron: Only if you promise to put it down.

Jasmine: I’ll try my best.

His next message is a picture of his crotch with a mammoth-sized bulge in his shorts.
Holy shit!
It’s like there’s a snake lying on his thigh. The phone falls from my fingers and clatters on my desk noisily. Everyone’s eyes turn to me in annoyance.

“Sorry,” I announce to the
entire
lecture hall, embarrassment almost crippling me.

Jasmine: My phone just fell on my desk and disrupted my entire class.

Cameron: I’d send you the uncensored version but then you’d REALLY disrupt your class.

Jasmine: I think you’re right. Maybe we should continue this later.

Cameron: Ok. Can I come over?

Jasmine: Sure. 8 ok?

Cameron: See you then. Pay attention!

Yeah, right.
That’s
going to happen.
I look around to make sure no one is peeping over my shoulder then go back to the picture. Goddamn! ‘Blessed’ doesn’t even begin to describe what my eyes behold. My body is tingling just looking at it. By the time my class ends, my mind is totally fucked. I walk through the doors in a lust-filled haze, staggering through the halls. I don’t understand this effect he has on me. No one and nothing has ever distracted me like this before. I’ve certainly never even thought about having sex with anyone this quickly. It’s a constant struggle to
not
throw myself at him. Sure, he’s hot, but it’s more than that. I just can’t explain it. I better head home because I won’t learn a thing for the rest of the day. I wonder what he’s doing…

Jasmine: I’ve decided to play hooky. What are you doing?

Cameron: I’ll be there in 15 minutes.

Well, damn. At least I’m not the only one who’s eager.

Jasmine: Ok.

I hurry home so I can freshen up a bit before he arrives. As I step into the apartment, I receive another text.

Cameron: Put on your bathing suit.

It
is
a nice day. The beach sounds like a great idea…if that’s where we’re going. Who knows? He could have a pool at his house. I think I’ll wear my blue bikini since that’s his favorite color. While I’m changing, there’s a knock on the door.

“Coming!”

I throw on my matching cover-up, then answer the door to find him standing there looking like an oasis in the desert. Man, am I parched. I lick my lips as my eyes rove over his chest and the way his blue T-shirt hugs his pecs.

“Hi.”

He smiles, steps inside and closes the door, before taking my hand and tugging me to him. As his hands curl around my waist, I place mine on his chest. Our gazes meet and suddenly, I can think of nothing but his eyes.

“I love your eyes,” I hear myself say. I didn’t mean to; it just popped out.

His smile turns into a smirk and he leans in, gently brushing his lips against mine. I slide my hands up his chest and around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. He regains control, forcing my lips apart with his tongue. I moan, fisting my hand in his hair. Molding my body to his, he grabs my ass and squeezes the cheeks. God, I wish there weren’t any clothes between us. We seem to be thinking the same thing because I feel my cover-up sliding slowly up my thighs. My body screams for me to rip his clothes off and drag him to the bedroom. The thought resonates in my head as I swat his hands away and step back.

“I’ll, uh…be ready in a sex…I mean sec.”
Shit
.

He chuckles, dropping down on the couch. I move shakily to my bedroom and toss my beach essentials into a bag. Resisting him is becoming quite a task. We’re both adults, so why am I even denying myself? Because I know I’d feel like a slut afterwards. Or would I? Maybe I’ll enjoy it so much it won’t even matter that I’ve only known him a few days. Somehow I doubt there’ll be any ‘maybes’ about the situation. I
know
I’ll enjoy fucking him. What I don’t know is how I’ll feel afterward, so I’ll keep my hands to myself. For now.

He hops to his feet when I rejoin him, motioning for me to walk ahead of him.

In the parking lot, he directs me to his motorcycle, where I see two helmets. The new one is identical to his except for the color. His is black and blue while the other is black and green. He turns to me with the green one, clearly intending to fit it on me.

“You got me my own helmet?”

He nods, smiling as he pushes my hair out of my face. It seems there are more bike rides in my future and my heart jumps at the prospect. He even got my favorite color. How sweet!

“But I like yours. It smells like you.”

He switches them, placing his on my head and mine on his. With a giant smile he can’t see, I take his hand and climb on behind him.

At the end of a very short ride to Lighthouse Beach, he pulls into a parking space and I climb down. While removing my helmet, I watch him dismount and do the same. I fetch my sunglasses from my bag so I can ogle him the way I really want to. The sleeves of his T-shirt are stretched to their limits and may rip at any moment. When he breathes in, his chest expands, further accentuating his defined pecs. I lower my gaze, taking in his narrow waist and the way his shorts hang on his hips. Licking my lips, I drop it lower, remembering the picture on my phone. I cross my legs, trying to contain the twitching between my thighs. He is sin incarnate, and I do believe I’m going to Hell, happily.

He reaches for my hand and I thread my fingers through his. “You come to the beach a lot, don’t you?”

He nods.

“I figured. I really don’t see you in a tanning salon.”

He looks at me like I’m crazy, shaking his head in a firm ‘no’. I did say I
don’t
see him in a tanning salon. What’s with the look?

“You probably wouldn’t fit on the tanning bed anyway.”
So
there
.

I stick my tongue out at him and he throws his head back, laughing. When his laughter dies down to a chuckle, he releases me to pay for our passes. With that taken care of, he reaches for my hand once more.

“You’re getting pretty good at this hand-holding thing,” I observe.

He smiles and gives my fingers a gentle squeeze as we head for the beach. It is
beautiful
. The waves of Lake Michigan ebb and flow, caressing the white-sand shore. The smell of sand and sea tickles my senses as I focus on the Grosse Point Lighthouse standing in the distance, once a beacon for ships sailing to Chicago.

It isn’t crowded but he still picks an isolated spot, far from the other patrons. After I spread a blanket on the sand, he removes his shirt and drops it there. While he unbuttons his shorts, he jerks his head toward the water.

“Sunblock first.”

I reach into my bag and pull out the bottle while I watch him undress. Under his shorts, he’s wearing blue Polo swim trunks that land a few inches above his knees. Nothing like the trunks Daniel Craig wore in
Casino Royale
. Darn it.

While I apply sunblock to my face and arms, he stands there with his hands on his hips, watching and waiting. Apparently, he’s decided he’s not going in without me. I stare at him pointedly.

“You, too.”

We can’t afford to get that beautiful body sunburned. There’s a glint in his eyes as he drops down between my legs, facing away from me.
Holy Mary, Jesus, and Joseph! He wants
me
to do it? Okay…deep breath…I can do this.

“It’s quite a lot of ground to cover.” I giggle.

He smiles at me over his shoulder as I squeeze lotion into my palm. I hand him the bottle and tell him to get his legs; there is no way I could go that close to his crotch and not touch it.

Tentatively, I place my hands on his shoulders. He goes taut and the muscles bunch in his back. I rub the lotion in slowly, making small circles. He passes the bottle back to me and I add more to my palm. I move down his back, feeling his corded muscles and the way they move beneath my touch. Unwillingly, I stop at the waistband of his shorts and move to his huge arms. To get a better angle, I move around him and straddle his hips. He watches me with hooded eyes as I massage the lotion into his skin. Lord, he feels amazing! I wonder if he can feel my pussy twitching.

I move to his face, tracing the contours of his perfect features. He closes his eyes and leans back on his hands. I swallow hard as I look down at his chest, my hands shaking a little as I refill on lotion. He lies back on the blanket, offering himself up to my roving hands. I start at his stomach, running my fingers across his six-pack, watching with glee as his muscles jump.

“Okay?” I ask.

He dips his head once in acknowledgement, but I notice the strain on his face. I know I’m playing with fire here, but hey…YOLO. I pull my cover-up over my head and toss it aside. His eyes open wide and his hands move to my hips.

“You like? A little birdy told me blue is your favorite color.”

He zeroes in on my breasts and bites into his bottom lip. I can feel him hardening, and I shift my position so I’m sitting directly on his crotch. He sinks his fingers into my hips as I move up to his pecs, continuing my sunblock mission. As my hands move over his chest, his left pectoral jumps. My eyes widen and I clap like an exuberant child.

“Do that again.”

He gives me a sexy smirk and it jumps again. It’s followed by the right, and then both of them simultaneously.

“Ooh…I like that! I wonder if I can do it.” I stare down at my breasts, putting all my concentration into getting them to move. Nothing happens. “Oh, well. I’ll just be content with watching you do it.”

I return my gaze to him and his is glued to my breasts again.

“I’m up here, mister.” His eyes slide lazily up to mine and I shake my head. “Have you even seen past my rack yet?”

Slowly, his hands slide to my ass and he gives my cheeks a squeeze.

“Pervert.”

He chuckles and gives them another.

“So, boobs and ass…is that all you like about me?”             

Tilting his head to the side, he studies me before tapping my temple with his index finger. My mind.

“Good answer. Want to know what I like about you?”

He nods, giving me a huge grin.

“Eyes, lips, arms, chest, abs…” I reel off the list. “And this…” I slide down his legs and gently trail my finger down the groove of his V-line. “Right here.”

He grabs my hand and I gasp as he tugs me toward him. I fall on his chest, my breasts crushed against the hard surface. In the next instant, he flips over and I’m beneath him.

“Whoa!”

Kneeling between my legs, he throws one over his shoulder. I watch with bated breath as he reaches for the sunblock. It spurts out of the bottle and he rubs his palms together. Starting with my ankle, he works his way up, his thumbs making circles on my calves, massaging the cream into my skin. I squirm beneath him as he moves to my thighs. His touch is doing things to my body I can’t even explain. I watch his eyes, which grow darker the closer he gets to the junction of my thighs. My breath catches in my throat as his thumb hovers at the edge of my bikini bottom. He looks up at me and I swallow hard. This heat between us is indefinable but cannot be ignored. I’m wound so tightly, I’m sure I’d have him inside me right now if we weren’t in public.
Public. Shit.
I grab his hand as he moves to my other thigh.

“Maybe I should take it from here.”

He gently pulls his hand from my grip, but his expression says he will not be denied. Shifting my leg from his shoulder, he quickly does the other one, then pulls me closer, hooking them around his waist. With a smirk, he positions the bottle between us, holding it like he would his dick, and squirts the lotion on my stomach. It makes me laugh, but the sound is cut short when he begins rubbing it on. My stomach muscles jump first, then every sensory nerve in my body begins to fire. Splaying his hands at my sides, he uses his thumbs to turn my body into a quivering heap of flesh. They move up, finding their way beneath my bikini top, brushing the undersides of my breasts. My lids flutter closed and I moan, arching my back. A small—insignificant, really—part of my brain is nudging me to stop him, but I ignore it. I desperately want him to keep going. Instead of advancing to my nipples, he bypasses them, applying lotion to the exposed portions of my breasts, sternum, and neck. I gaze up at him, disappointed but grateful he understands I’m not ready.