Trapped (Caged 2)

Damon glanced up at her and then at me.

“She’s the neighborhood welcoming committee,” I told him.

He gave me a strange look and smile to match before holding out his hand.

“It was good to see you again, Mr. Teague,” he said. “I hope you won’t stay away quite so long again.”

“It was good to see you, too, Damon,” I replied as we shook hands. I didn’t say anything about how long I might be staying away because forever sounded about right to me, and Damon didn’t have anything to do with that. “Thanks a lot for the lift.”

“Anytime,” he responded. He looked over to Tria and reached for her hand as well. He held it gently in his and patted the top of it with his other hand. “A true pleasure to have made your acquaintance, Miss Lynn.”

“Thank you,” Tria stammered out through a blush. “It was nice to meet you, too.”

Though we walked at a normal enough speed into the building, as soon as the door was shut behind us, I reached out and smacked Tria on the backside.

“Move it!” I commanded. “Get up those stairs!”

She squealed and laughed as she started to run with me at her heels. At least she remembered to have her keys out these days, because I might have busted down our door otherwise. That would have given Krazy Katie something to yell about!

True to my word, as soon as we were inside the door, I kicked it shut and grabbed Tria by the waist. She cried out again as I lifted her and shoved her against the wall between the kitchen and the living room. I yanked up her flowing skirts as she held my shoulders and tried to keep her balance. Under her skirt, I grabbed hold of the lacy panties and tore them off.

“Liam!” Tria complained. “I liked those!”

“They were in my way.” The button and zipper of the tuxedo pants were quickly undone, and I shoved down my boxers just enough to pull out my cock. “Hold on.”

She tightened her grip on my shoulders as I positioned the head of my cock at her opening. She was as wet as I had expected her to be, and I wasted no time reaching around to use her ass for leverage as I shoved deep inside of her.

It was like life and heaven and chocolate. It was like being in the cage but a thousand times more. The truth was, I had no idea what it was like, because it was unlike anything else in the world.

I kept my hand right at her lower back so I could slam into her as hard as I wanted without her hitting the wall that hard. I held her between my hand and the rest of my body as my cock impaled her over and over again. My hips rocked as my glutes clenched. I could feel my pants starting to slide off, but I didn’t care. I just let them fall around my ankles as I kept moving inside of her.

It wasn’t enough. It felt like it would never be enough.

I tried not to think of my father’s hand in hers or his arm around her waist as they danced. I forced away thoughts of his voice in my head as I plunged into Tria’s body—my temple, my salvation.

“Fucking perfect,” I panted into her ear. “That’s what you are. God…Tria…”

I didn’t stop or slow down. If anything, I picked up the pace a little. Tria gripped my shoulders as she just held on tightly. Her heels pressed against my lower back, and she gripped my waist with her legs. I leaned back and looked down to where we were joined, watched my cock move in and out of her, and wondered if anything could be better than this.

“Touch yourself!” I told her. “Reach down there and rub that clit.”

Tria hesitated slightly.

“Do it!” I snapped. “I want to feel you come on me.”

Tria whimpered as she ran her hand down the buttons of my shirt until her fingers reached between our bodies. I watched her first two fingers circle around and around.

“There ya

go,” I said. I leaned back a bit to give her better access and me a better view. I had to bend my knees a little more to ram into her from that angle, and it was a strain on my thighs, but I held steady and refused to alter the rhythm.

I could feel her tensing around me—her legs around my waist, her heels at my back, and her body clenching my cock.

“That’s it—yeah, baby…”

“Ungh!” she cried out as she moved her fingers faster and then pressed down. Her legs shook around me, and her head dropped to my shoulder.

I leaned forward, bringing my chest to hers as I began to thrust into her as hard as I could. I could feel tension building in my legs and my balls as I bottomed out, making her body jump each time.