Released (Caged #3)(42)
“It was before we were together,” I said, “but I knew you. I already…well…I think…”
I sighed again. Whether she had seen my worst or not, talking about another woman to Tria was awkward to say the least.
“What?” Tria demanded.
“I saw her at the bar. She came on to me, and I took her into the locker room to f*ck her. My dick was already pretty much obsessed with you and wouldn’t even consider giving her a chance.”
I looked her in the eyes.
“Nothing happened,” I told her. “My cock is a moody little bastard, and even back then, he only wanted to work for you.”
“Little?” Tria raised a brow.
I copied the motion and added a smirk.
“Figure of speech,” I said.
Tria shook her head but didn’t seem pissed anymore. I scooted over to her again and tossed an arm around her shoulders to pull her close. I trailed my fingers over her cheek, and Tria’s slipped her hand up my arm to grip my bicep. Our lips met briefly and softly, and when we parted, our eyes remained locked for some time.
The moody little bastard must have heard us talking about him because he thought it was a pretty good time to make himself a little more conspicuous.
“It feels like it’s been forever,” I said quietly.
“It has been forever,” she agreed.
“Michael and Chelsea won’t be back until later.”
I was surprised we didn’t knock over anything expensive in our rush to the guest bedroom where we were staying. Tria was lucky she was quick in removing her clothes—I might have just torn them out of my way if she wasn’t. As it was, they ended up all over the floor between the door and the bed. I tossed my jeans and shirt to the floor next to the bed as I pounced on her.
Other times I would have waited and savored the moment with extensive foreplay but not this time. The need I had for her was too much, and considering how she reached down and grabbed my cock to position it, Tria must have felt the same way.
“Oh f*ck, baby…” I moaned as I sunk into her. “Almost forgot…how good…”
“I didn’t,” she breathed into my ear. “Missed this…so much…”
“Ugh!”
“Oh, God!”
I started to pull back and slam into her, but I paused as I suddenly panicked.
“What about…what about the baby?”
“I read it was okay,” Tria said.
“You looked that up, did ya?” I might have sounded unconcerned, but I was breathing a huge sigh of relief.
“It was one of the first things I researched,” she giggled. “Later on in the pregnancy, the movement can actually rock them to sleep.”
“Well then,” I said, “goodnight, baby.”
Deciding caution was still a decent idea, I didn’t plow into her like I wanted to but opted for long, deep strokes, which had her moaning and thrashing under me within a minute. I used my mouth to give each of her nipples some attention with my tongue. I growled into her skin as she dug her fingernails into my shoulders. Pleasure mixed with the pain.
“Liam…please…more…”
“Anything you want,” I replied.
She pushed against my shoulder, and I took the cue to roll over until she was on top of me, straddling my cock and moving at her own, faster pace. I covered her breasts to keep them from bouncing all over the place, and her fingers moved between us. She circled herself with two digits.
“That’s so f*cking hot,” I told her. “Rub yourself more. Fuck, baby! It’s so beautiful when you do that.”
She let out a long groan but didn’t say anything. She preferred to keep the talking to a minimum even though she loved listening to my dirty mouth.
“Ride me. Ride me hard, baby.”
She obliged, placing her hands on my chest for a little more leverage as she moved up and down over me. I just watched my cock moving in and out of her and wondered if there was anything better than this.
Needing the control, I sat up and flipped her over. I made trails of kisses from her throat and over her jaw as I went back to slower and deeper thrusts. She wrapped her legs around my waist and cried out as she pulled me down into her with her feet.
“Nothing else feels like this,” I whispered against her ear, and she moaned again in response.
I didn’t think she really understood what I meant, but it didn’t matter. This right here—being inside of her—was far better than heroin. If I could just have this, everything would be fine. I only had to keep myself from doing anything else stupid.
The heat from my breath fanned out over her shoulder as I rocked against her slowly and gently. I ground down against her hips and listened to her soft moans as she came apart around me, moaning my name.
I didn’t increase my pace but kept it slow and steady. I didn’t want to rush through this even though I knew she had already been satisfied. I didn’t want it to end—not ever. Maybe it was possible to keep this single moment alive forever. If I could only do that, I wouldn’t have to worry about all the other shit that went on outside this bed.
Naturally, it couldn’t last forever—not when it had been so long since the last time I had been inside of her. Trying not to be too loud, I whimpered into the skin of her neck as my balls tightened and my cock shuddered. Tria dug her heels into my backside while holding me against her body, and I filled her.