Trapped (Caged 2)

“I bet you’re wet right now,” I whispered in a low voice. Even if Damon was listening, he wouldn’t have been able to hear me. I ran the tip of my nose up her neck until I reached her earlobe. Still holding her knee, I felt her legs clench and squeeze together, capturing my fingers between her thighs. “I bet you’re thinking about my cock right now, aren’t you?”

Tria let out a little whimper as she glanced toward the front seat.

“You just lay back,” I told her. “Lay back in that seat and think about my cock sliding up into you.”

I drew a little circle with my finger on the inside of her knee, which elicited another whimper as Tria closed her eyes. She clasped my forearm but didn’t push me away. In fact, she pulled me closer.

“You want it, don’t you?” I hummed into her ear, blowing warm breath down her neck. “You want my cock buried in you as much as I want it. Want to feel me over you, pushing you down against the back seat and spreading your legs…”

“Liam,” she moaned with her eyes closed, “please…”

“Please what? Please do it? Please fuck you right here?” I moved my hand partway up her thigh. “What happened to Damon hearing you scream out my name?”

Tria shifted in the seat, rocking her delectable backside back and forth to find some kind of relief, but it wasn’t going to be enough. I grinned, unable to help myself even though my straining cock wasn’t any more comfortable. I moved around a bit as well and let her feel how hard I was against her thigh.

“You do this to me all the time,” I whispered. “Every time I think about you, I get hard.”

I flipped my hand over and grabbed her fingers. I placed them over my crotch and was pretty happy with the pressure she applied against it.

“You want it,” I murmured to her. “You can have it…right now.”

“Not now,” she said again. “When we get back to the apartment.”

I pulled air through my nose, then huffed it back out sharply.

“As soon as we get there,” I said.

Tria nodded vigorously.

“The moment we walk in the door,” I pressed. “Not a second later.”

She nodded again.

“I hope that dress comes off quick,” I said, “because I’m going to grab you and fuck you against the wall.”

“The wall?” she whispered.

“The same wall I wanted to fuck you against since the first time I kissed you,” I confessed. “This time I’m gonna do it, so you better get that dress off as fast as you can, because I’ll rip it up if you take too long.”

“Okay,” Tria said. I watched her throat bob as she looked up at the front seat again. Damon continued to stare straight ahead.

“Actually, forget it. It’ll take too long. You better just plan on getting it out of my way.”

She glanced over at me with wide eyes, and I stared pointedly at her until she nodded. She slid her finger down my shaft as her tongue darted out over her lips.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, too.”

She responded with another stroke down my dick, and I had to brace myself just to keep from coming right in the tux pants. I glanced out the window and noticed we were actually pretty close to our neighborhood, which was a very good thing. I only had to hold my composure for a few more minutes.

When Damon stopped in front of our building, Tria placed all the jewelry she was wearing into the little clutch purse and gave it to Damon to return.

“I’m sure you could keep the purse,” I said with an internal snicker.

“Then I wouldn’t have any place for the jewelry,” Tria replied. “Besides, the only thing I could fit in that tiny purse was my driver’s license and lip gloss. It isn’t good for much of anything.”

I held in a laugh—I didn’t think she would appreciate my commentary, and I had much more important things on my mind anyway, like getting my cock in her.

“The redcoats are coming! The redcoats are coming!” Krazy Katie screamed from the fire escape.