Trapped (Caged #2)(50)

“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 f*ck 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 f*ck you against the wall.”

“The wall?” she whispered.

“The same wall I wanted to f*ck 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 f*ck 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.

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.