Let It Burn (32 page)

Charli:
Cage...I want you. Tonight. Tomorrow. Every. Single. Fucking. Day. All of you. You have all of me.

“Fuck, I love you Charli Dixon.” 3:00 Am never looked so good.

A bright green 3:15 am glared at me in the moonlight. Wide awake and anxious, I stepped from the steam billowing out of the bathroom. My hair was dry and I had spread my bright citrus scented orange lotion everywhere at least twice.

Anxious excitement flooded through me after I sent that text. Then he didn’t respond, and I figured he was on a call. When he did respond a little more than an hour later, it woke me up. That response and the photo he sent with it brought me to the second orgasm where he wasn’t present.

Cage:
Five hours, baby. I’ll be in that bed. Inside your pretty little pussy. Look what you do to me, Sugar.
A shot of his beautiful hard dick woke me up and the orgasm that followed let me sleep for a while.

After waking up hungry for Cage and realizing I was actually hungry, since I hadn’t bothered with dinner, I took a quick shower. Knowing he would be here soon, I started the pasta sauce I was famous for back home. Since I knew what was coming, I was lit up, excited but so damn nervous I couldn’t stop pacing.

Since I met Cage I had been wild and wanton sexually. Before him I had one night with Tucker that left a lot to be desired. Oh sure we made out and he tried to finger me a few times at the dunes. I might have given him a few clumsy hand jobs. I knew it was never enough for him, that I would never be enough for him.

Cage made me feel like I was more than enough. I was closer to a size eighteen than an eight, with all the curves that people here didn’t appreciate. Cage didn’t seem to mind those curves and in fact, they seemed to drive him crazy.

When he was with me, it wasn’t long before his big hands were all over me. Grabbing my ass, sliding up my thick thighs, curving over my wide hips. He made me feel sexy, something I had never felt before him. It wasn’t about confidence, because I had always been comfortable with my size and quite liked my curves. Before this man, though, I never felt so feminine and desirable.

Changing into the baseball tee he had found me in that first night, and 86’ing the panties, I waited impatiently for him to show up. By 3:30 the food was ready but no Cage so I convinced myself he was backing out.

Pain cut through me, so raw and intense I actually winced. My chest burned with it. I was very aware I was falling for him.
Had fallen
. Until I considered what I might feel if it wasn’t the same for him, I didn’t know how real this was. Pain stung my eyes and I knew I was being ridiculous but it hurt nonetheless. Then a soft knock rapped at the door before it pushed open.

“Charli,” Cage whispered loudly, the key I didn’t know he had stuck in the lock, “shit, this stupid fucking key.” I laughed out loud with relief and his head shot up.

“Cage.” My voice was needy and raw and he seemed to know just what I was feeling.

“Hey, Sugar.” Cage smiled that startling smile, his dimple flashing and making my chest ache.

We watched each other from across the room, the anticipation making the air between us feel electric. Cage looked huge in my living room, all sinew and muscle and dark tattoos and need settled deep in my belly. Cage was a beautiful creature. Those warm honey hazel eyes, a strong jaw and that beautiful full mouth. He exuded a warmth I had never known.

Like the sun on a July day, touching all the parts of me and setting them ablaze. I felt alive and like I belonged to him. Like he completed some of the parts of me I had been seeking and the missing parts was what he was here to help me find. Watching him, I felt exposed and raw and knew Cage was the balm that could soothe the ache coursing through me. Only him.

Before I could mention dinner, or ask about how late it was or ask about that key, he dropped his things at his feet. Then he was across the room and on me, lifting me atop the island. The pasta and chicken were forgotten on the stove behind me.

Shoving between my legs, his hands circled my neck and his mouth covered mine. Jesus it felt like being set ablaze every single time he touched me. The briefest touch of his full lips at mine started heat low in my belly that spread like needy fire through my limbs. Always it settled in my pussy and I wondered if it would always burn so hot for him.

My legs wound around his waist, my fingers threading in his hair as he pressed into me. I fought to be closer to him, needing to feel him and know he was real. Real and right here and mine. Cage’s tongue slid over the shape of my mouth, teeth coming out to bite at my bottom lip. As his tongue plunged into my mouth, I arched into him, tugging hard at his hair as need coiled through me.

Cage’s large hands slid up my thighs before slipping beneath my backside. Yanking me roughly to the edge of the counter, his hips settled against my center, his cock hard and throbbing. The seam of his jeans pressed the sweetest friction against my own aching arousal and I moaned.

“Cage,” My head dipped back as his mouth worked down my throat, “I made dinner.” Cage bit at that spot on my neck that made me whimper his name.

“Fuck dinner. I’m only hungry for you, baby. Fuck you feel so good.” My fingers yanked at his hair roughly and I was kissing him and he tasted like cinnamon and smelled of smoke.

One hand slid down his neck, shoving at the leather jacket that he looked fucking sexy in but I needed off. Stepping back, he let it fall to the ground, eyes never leaving mine as he tore his t shirt off too. His eyes were wild and molten gold and my pussy ached when he wet his lips, biting his full bottom lip. He was so fucking beautiful. Tattoos spread from the curve of his shoulder, over one pec and down his arm. I wanted to touch and trace every inch with my tongue.

“You are so beautiful.” I murmured as I reached out to let my fingertips trace the tattoos he still owed me stories about.

“Jesus, baby,” He growled when I bit into his neck, sucking the pain away, “you and your pretty words. I have been thinking about this all night. All week. I need you Sugar.” To prove this, his hand shoved mine to cover his hard cock. 

“Sweet Jesus.” I whimpered, stroking him through the worn material of his jeans.

“I need to be inside you. Take them off. Touch me, Charli.” I obeyed, my hands making quick work of his belt and zipper.

Cage braced an arm at my back and tipped me back on the island, mouth working at my neck. Biting and licking a path along the pulse that was thrumming with need for him. For him to claim me and make me his. When my hands shoved at his jeans, they reached for his boxers but he stepped away again.

I growled in frustration then realized he wanted me naked too. My shirt was up and gone before he hauled me against him again, my nipples pebbled as they rubbed against his chest.

Cage wrapped my hair around his hand and tugged hard, moving his mouth everywhere at once. Over my throat, across my shoulders, between my full breasts.

“Cage! Oh, baby...yes. I love your mouth.” I gasped when he suckled a nipple into his mouth, pulling hard at it.

Teeth sunk into my breast, marking me before he suckled hard again. Mixing pleasure with pain. It was so filthy and sexy; my pussy flooded. At his hips, my knees shimmied to shove at his boxers. His cock sprung out into my hands and we growled in unison.

He was huge and smooth and silky and I suddenly wanted to drop to my knees and worship at the altar of his cock. Just when my hands started to stroke him, his chest rumbling against mine with a growl that let me know I was doing it right, I gasped. Cage had two fingers between my legs, slipping up roughly over my swollen, wet pussy and his thumb flicked over my aching clit.

“Fuck baby you’re so wet. I fucking love how wet you get for me. Every. Single. Time. I know just how to touch this,” His fingers went from stroking to plunging inside and I moaned his name, “tight little pussy. Don’t I, baby?” My head nodded as I fell back, my hips bucking to his hand.

“Yes. Yes, baby. Oh....please. Cage!” His fingers pumped at a pace that had me cresting an orgasm within seconds.

“Mmm, don’t you come yet. Not this time. I want to be inside you when you come for me. Come here, baby. Fuck I want you so bad I can’t wait.” Cage hooked his arms around my thighs, yanking me to allow him to settle his cock between my legs. God, he was so hard and huge and my pussy ached to welcome him home.

“Please, Cage. I need you inside me.” Pressing his forehead to mine, he slid the head of his cock up and down my throbbing pussy.

“Fuck yes. I don’t.... I don’t have a condom,” He growled, the swollen head pressing to my entrance, his entire body tensing suddenly, “fuck I didn’t...”

“Cage, I’m on the pill. Please...” A scream tore from me when his fingers dug into my thighs and he thrust once.

“Fuck...oh Sugar. Charli....fuck it’s so tight. Hold on to me baby. Look at me. Keep those eyes on me while I fuck you, baby.” Easier said than done, his cock was working some kind of magic on me.

“Cage...yes.” Cage touched his forehead to mine as he began to thrust, my arms locked about his shoulders, body arching into him.

Cage thrust against me hard and fast, his cock chasing away the ache that threatened to drive me mad. One hand tangled in his thick hair, watching his eyes, as the other dug into his muscled ass, urging him on. My eyes fluttered because he was hitting some spot deep inside me that had pleasure clawing up my spine.

Cage looked away only to watch his cock plunge deep inside me over and over. His mouth moved all over as he pounded into me, sucking at my neck, biting, bruising my mouth with needy kisses, sinking teeth marks into my shoulder. When his hands slid beneath my ass, he lifted me against him again and again and I threw my head back, crying his name over and over.

“Fuck yeah baby. You feel so fucking good. Tell me it’s good baby.”

“Yes, yes, so good Cage.” My teeth caught his earlobe and tugged hard as I lifted against him as he pumped his hips over and over.

“Tell me this pussy is mine. Tell me you belong to me.” I managed a nod before I clutched at him, pleasure cresting through me.

“Yes. Yes. Fuck me. I belong to you, Cage. Fuck me, baby.” Cage growled and did just that, his hips crashing into mine again and again.

The delicious beginning of an orgasm tore through me as his cock sunk deeper with every thrust. Hitting my clit just right as he slid out just to dive back in, harder and deeper each time. Tugging at his hair, I brought his mouth to mine and slid my tongue into his mouth, needing his taste.

My ass would have the imprints of his hands but the bruising pain of being claimed by him was well fucking worth it. My legs ached being wrapped around his huge body, my arms struggling to lace about his massive shoulders. It felt so fucking good though. All the pain of him consuming me felt so good.

“Sugar, I need to come inside you. Can I come inside you?” I whimpered and nodded, wanting him to lose himself deep inside me.

“Yes. Please, I’m so close. Harder. Harder, it’s so good Cage.”

“Fuck,” The word was drawn out and rough against my ear, “fuck yes baby. Come for me baby. Let me feel you come around my cock.” When his hand pressed between us, flicking furiously at my clit, I obeyed.

“Cage! Oh shit! Fuck,” I whimpered the filthy words, biting into his shoulder hard, “yes!” Cage growled and brought me roughly against him, lifting me on his cock roughly a few more times.

“Oh shit baby. I’m coming. Fuck, Sugar. Charli!” Cage thrust a few more times before I came again, shuddering all around him.

Cage pressed me into the island, laying me flat on my back as he emptied inside me. I felt the jerks of his cock and shimmied my hips, wanting him to stay buried deep inside me. Trailing his hands up my arms, he found my hands and laced our fingers together.

Peppering my face, my neck, my breasts with kisses, he pressed close. Our laced hands dangled off the island, the marble cool against my heated flesh. I kept my legs wrapped tight about him, holding him to me. When he finally shifted his hips to slide out of me, I hated the loss of him. Lifting away, Cage stared at me with a look I couldn’t decipher, his skin dewy from exertion.

“Jesus, fuck,” He smirked and I realized it was satisfaction in his eyes, “that was fucking amazing.
Baby!
I wanted to do it right in a bed. I didn’t...”

“Hush. Now, are you hungry, baby?” The need to take care of him, to do for him any way he would let me flooded me.

“Hmm, I’m hungry for more of you, Sugar,” He kissed me again, long and sweet and I pressed against him, “pretty sure I won’t ever get enough of you now. I did want to take you upstairs. Break in that beast of a bed.” Cage lifted me against him and I yelped, both of us laughing.

Sweet Jesus
, I was crazy about him. I read all the books about instant love and need that consumed lovers until they grew obsessive. I never thought it was real, thought I wasn’t one of those women. Apparently, I was absolutely wrong. I was terrified of him, of this power that he could wield however he chose.

Didn’t mean I was smart enough to run when my triggers were telling me to. For a brief moment as he clutched me to him, sighing in post coital bliss, I considered it. Running away; either back home or worse, doing it right here. Shutting him out, letting fear of pain and loss consume me instead of his warmth.

Physical pain gripped me at the thought of being without him. My limbs closed tight around his huge body, as if my own body refused to let him go. Cage was busy kissing and nipping at my skin, building up my need for him all over again. As if he hadn’t just given me a powerful orgasm. Or two more earlier. Or three yesterday.