Authors: Dee Ellis
“How am I going to be different?” Charli’s eyes were smoky, needy and hungry but still waiting for more.
“Because I won’t touch another woman now. Never. I am yours and yours only. I expect you to be mine and only mine. I will take you to my place tonight if you want. Tomorrow. Whenever you want. I will kiss you until we can’t breathe and I will say your name every time I’m inside you. I will fuck you. Every. Single. Day.” Charli moaned into my hand because I covered her mouth and thrust hard three times.
“Cage...promise me. I can’t.... if I thought it was just casual between us I might not care but....” Charli lifted on her elbows, her breathing coming quick as she waited.
“I swear to you, Charli. No one else. You are all I want now, Sugar. I promise you. We aren’t casual, baby. You and me is as serious as it gets, Sugar.” Then I covered her mouth with mine, my hands gentle around her throat again.
Charli kissed me back, teeth and tongue and lips and I loved it. My hands moved to tangle in her hair, wrapping the thick waves around them. I loved her hair, and I loved that she wore it down. I thought many times of it spilled over my pillows as I buried myself inside her. Soon. Now I yanked hard and she cried out, but I knew she liked it a little rough.
Tipping her head back, my mouth moved down her jaw, licking and kissing her until I reached her ear. I found a spot there yesterday that made her tremble, so I found it again, licking and biting and her hands held me to her. Moving my teeth to her throat, I bit at the pulse that thrummed there, loving that it was so worked up because of me. Because of what I did to her body and soul.
“Tell me baby, do you need me to make you come before I go? I want to, Sugar. So bad. I think I might need to make you come every day, it feels so fucking good.” Charli moaned so loud I had to clamp my hand over her mouth.
Saying nothing, she leaned back again, spreading her legs and hitching her skirt up. I kicked her legs open wide and stepped back just enough to grab her ankles.
Lifting one foot, I pressed my lips to her ankle, watching her as I drug my lips over the shape of her calve, the back of her knee. Then I set her foot on the table. Repeating this with the other, Charli was restless on the table, her breathing fast and her eyes wild.
Dropping to my knees, my eyes never left her face as I moved my lips over her knees, the inside of her smooth thighs. I bit at her left thigh and she squealed, bucking off the table. Smiling against her skin, I worked my mouth over the right thigh, nipping again.
Charli’s hands laced at the back of my head, her eyes on mine as I grabbed the hem of her skirt. Shoving it up past her wide hips, I caught my breath because she was bare to me now.
Jesus Fuck
, she was perfect.
Her pretty pink pussy was wet and shiny, swollen with need. For me, because of me. I growled and leaned forward, taking a deep breath and tasting her warmth and her sweet citrus scent. Charli moaned, her hips still dancing back and forth until I hooked my arms beneath her thighs.
“Fuck baby your pussy is so pretty,” The vibration of my voice made her squirm, “I can’t wait to feel your pussy in my mouth. Can you be quiet for me while I make you come for me?” Charli whimpered but I knew she couldn’t be quiet and fuck I didn’t really want her to be.
“Yes...please....Cage.” Hushing her with a smile, I leaned forward once and pressed a kiss just above her cleft.
Then, flattening my tongue, I moved down to her opening and pressed against her, dragging my tongue all the way up to her clit. Charli bucked off the table and I had to pin her down with my arms. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth as she let out a strangled sound. Smiling into her, I did it again.
Fuck she tasted good, the citrus taste bursting on my tongue. Again and again I drug my tongue over her lips, teasing her without giving her the pressure she needed. My arms hooked tight around her thighs, bringing her long legs over my shoulders as I delved into her sweetness.
“Oh god.” Charli murmured this four or five times when I plunged my tongue into her pussy.
“No, baby.
Me
. If you want to let everyone know who’s eating you up, say my name.”
My tongue fucked her slow, her hips rocking until we got a rhythm that had her thighs trembling. Then finally, I drug my mouth up to her clit and sucked it into my mouth. Jesus Christ, the scream she gave me had my dick rock hard. Sucking hard then biting gently, then hard, I devoured her pussy.
I watched her pleasure build and roll through her and it felt better than the last time I made her come. I wondered if it would get better every time. Shifting a hand between her, I spread her with two fingers, suckling at her clit as if seeking my own release.
It felt that good to make her come. When my fingers slid inside her, she cried out long and loud. Pressing both hands to her mouth, her eyes watched mine as I pumped my fingers inside her.
“Baby you taste so good,” I murmured as I sucked at her clit, “I want you to come for me so I can taste how good I make you feel. Fuck your pussy is so tight. When I get inside you finally, it’s going to be heaven, Sugar.”
“Cage,” Her voice was husky and raw and her eyes were so frothy and gray, her legs trembling, I knew she was close, “please...god it’s like magic what you do to me. God it’s so good, baby.” I growled and pumped faster, deeper, curling my fingers to hit that sweet spot.
“That’s it, baby. Tell me who this pussy belongs to, Sugar.” I suckled harder, then flattened my tongue and licked her from bottom to top, my fingers till pumping.
“Oh fuck,” Charli arched off the table, her hips bucking as her fingers grew rough in my hair, holding me to her, “baby, it’s so good. God it’s yours, baby. It’s yours. I’m so close, Cage. Please.” Nothing felt as good as her saying she belonged to me.
“Fucking right, this is mine,” Curling my fingers, I sucked harder and harder at her clit, “only mine. Your orgasms are mine, Charli. You don’t come for anyone else. Not ever again. You come when I tell you to, Sugar. Fuck I want to be buried deep inside this pussy, feeling you come around my cock. That’s it, baby. Come for me, Sugar. Say my name, tell me who makes you come, Charli.” Feeling her nearing the edge, her walls going so tight it was hard to fuck her, I ordered her to come.
“Fuck! Cage, baby.... oh god. Yes....oh.... Cage.” Charli came long and hard, her tight pussy closing around my fingers, sucking greedily.
“Shit, yeah baby. Come for me.” My cock was aching and I wanted nothing more than to let my zipper down and sink inside her tight, wet heat.
I wouldn’t fuck her for the first time here, though. I wanted to take my time and taste every inch of her, let her taste me and know nothing could stop us. We were lucky to have gotten twenty minutes alone here. Charli deserved a bed and romance and me to please her all night. Which is exactly what the fuck I was going to do.
Once more I lapped at her sweet pussy, sucking at her come and groaning because it tasted so fucking good. Charli was flushed and trembling as I fixed her skirt and drug her ass to the edge of the table. Instantly she lifted her legs at my hips and hooked her arms around me and let me hold her.
I loved touching her and tasting her and seeing her bare and making her come. I was certain I was already insatiable for her pussy. What I loved more was her letting me do it, letting me have her, both of us knowing no one else had her this way.
The man in her life before me hadn’t made her come. He hadn’t seen her the way she looked when she was like this. If I had my way, no other man would get to see it either. No fucking way. Charli was wild and sexy and so fucking beautiful when she was pleasured. I wasn’t about to let someone else experience her. If I had to bury my face between her legs every day, then so be it. I craved these moments after when she was so soft and warm and open to me.
“Cage,” Her mouth was at my ear, kissing and biting as she whispered, “you know I’ve had six orgasms because of you, in as many days.” My brow quirked because I remember only five of them.
“Six. Was I not present for the sixth one?” Charli laughed and nodded.
“Oh you were present, trust me,” Leaning away, letting her arms loosen on my shoulders, she was lit up and beautiful, “the night you kissed me. I barely got inside before....” My eyes widened and she looked embarrassed.
“Don’t lie to me. Look at me,” My fingers gripped her jaw, “you came when we kissed that first time?” Fuck it almost made
me
come.
“Mmm,” She rubbed herself against me and I growled, “I did. Then I tried to do it again because it was amazing. It wasn’t the same.”
“So then I made you come, how many times,” I tipped my head as my hands slid beneath her bottom, “twice with my fingers, once with my cock. Today with my fingers, now with my mouth. Once with nothing.” Charli giggled and rolled her eyes, shoving me away and clearing her throat.
“That doesn’t count. How many times have you come for me?” Well shit.
“Hmm, I’ve thought of you every morning in the shower, so....at least that many. Helps me come quick to think about this,” I trailed my fingers over her swollen mouth, “mouth around my cock. Or this.” Swiping my fingers over her soaked pussy, I watched her gasp before I buried my face in her neck.
“Cage....” My teeth and lips were at her skin again, my hands moving to cup her tits through her sweater.
“Charli,” My thumbs swiped over her nipples and she gasped again, “fuck I need to go. My shift started like half an hour ago. Can I see you tonight? Like...it might be late. I can wait...” Charli shoved at my chest gently, pressing her forehead to mine.
“Cage...yes, please. I want to see you too. I don’t care what time it is. We better go, before Sara sends a search party.” She was right and I knew it but I wasn’t ready to go.
“I know. Shit. I hate this part. Come here,” My hands lifted to cup her jaw, “fuck you are so beautiful. Takes my breath away, Sugar. Give me some Sugar so I can go. Even though I can still taste you on my tongue.” Charli turned pink but tipped her head back, accepting my kiss.
It was sweet and full of everything we couldn’t say yet and fuck it made it harder to go. The only thing that made me able to go was knowing it was just the start. So one more kiss later, I turned and left before I couldn’t leave her at all.
Before I did, I dropped another book with Lola, with another note. This time, I put my number on the bottom and hoped I might hear from her before the night was over. Talking to her would certainly make my night go faster. Then again, it was a Friday night so I might not even have time to talk.
When I made it to the station house, Finn was the only one who noticed I was forty-five minutes late. Mostly because he was full of probing questions. I refused to answer any of them, of course. Charli was something I wasn’t ready to share yet. That woman was mine and mine alone and I was greedy as fuck with her.
I knew eventually I’d have to answer questions. To Finn and Sara and of course my sisters and parents. In fact, I was looking forward to bringing her home as my girl. Gwen would lose her shit. I knew without a doubt my mom would adore Charli.
I also knew I had to take it slow. Didn’t matter that she said she was mine, and I knew it in my bones. Charli had ghosts I still had to battle and I knew her family was some of them. I wasn’t about to shove my family down her throat when things with hers weren’t exactly crimson and clover at the moment.
For now, I was hoping to start with us. It was enough for now. I didn’t know how long it would be enough because I was fucking stupid over her. I loved her and I knew it, even if it didn’t make sense. I knew it would grow and change and become something different with time.
Right now, I was okay knowing I loved her and she was mine and maybe, she loved me too.
1
Charli
Two hours after Cage gave me the best orgasm of my life and I bared some of my soul to him, my feet had barely touched the ground. Sara knew something was different when I came back flushed and thoroughly pleased. I was embarrassed for about five minutes until I thought about what he said. I was his and he was mine. We said it, and we meant it and I was fucking elated.
I was so crazy about him. It scared me more than anything else had but I didn’t care. I wanted what Cage did to me; not just to my body but I had to guess that was enough if we were weighing skill sets. What Cage did for every part of me is what I craved and I wasn’t giving it up because of fear.
When I got to the reference desk, I had another book waiting for me. Lola was absolutely enamored with Cage, although not in a way that made me want to cut her. Because I kind thought I might have to those first few days.
Lola saw his focus was me; her words not mine. She thought it was the cutest thing since baby pandas. Her words again, not mine. So when she produced a familiar looking book, I didn’t even have to ask where it came from. Halfway through I found another note and just about swooned.
Now I was in the comfort of my office, my notes on the next mentor for next week and even the week after all ready to go. I had put off reading his note long enough. Sinking into the soft leather couch, I curled up and opened the book again.
My fingers traced over his writing and I wondered about the note.
When had he written it? Did he sit at work at night and think about me and write me these sweet notes? Why not call me or text me?
It was so easy that way and I thought maybe that’s why. Cage didn’t do anything easy. It was sweet and romantic and I think he knew my love of books just meant bonus points for him.