Trapped (Caged #2)(51)

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.

“You’re mine,” I growled into her ear as I slammed into her again. “Only mine…”

“Yes,” she whispered back to me as she moved her arms around to hold my head to her shoulder as I screamed against her skin and thrust deeply into her, holding my body flush to hers as I emptied into her.

I sank to the floor on my knees, taking her with me. My breath warmed her skin as I panted. I realized my body was shaking a little, and I couldn’t understand why. Images of Tria being held by my father kept flashing through my mind, trying to drive me insane.

“What did he say to you?” I asked quietly.

“Who?”

“My father.”

“Oh,” Tria replied. Her grip tightened in my hair.

“Tell me,” I demanded…or asked…or pleaded.

“He didn’t say much,” she said. “He didn’t have much of a chance. He said you looked happy, and he was glad for that. He asked me if you were doing well—if you were really happy or just putting on a show for the sake of the event.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I said we were happy together,” she responded.

I swallowed hard. I was glad I was already on the floor because I thought my legs might have given out on me otherwise. Tria’s hand ran up the back of my head, fanning my hair out.

“Was that okay?” she asked. “I mean…I didn’t really say anything to him.”

“It’s okay,” I murmured.

A long pause followed, but I still couldn’t manage to get my breath back. With forced determination, I counted my breaths instead, anything to keep myself from thinking, considering, or remembering.

“Come on,” Tria said quietly. Her fingers ran up the sides of my head. “Let’s get into bed.”

My head swam as I backed away to allow her to stand up. She grabbed my hand and steadied me as I stood beside her, yanked up my pants just enough to allow me to walk, and followed her into the bedroom.

“Sit,” she said, still using the same quiet voice. I sat on the edge of the bed as she removed my shoes, pulled my pants off, and started unbuttoning my shirt.

“I can do that.” I looked into her eyes but didn’t move to stop her or anything. Tria just smiled as she continued slipping buttons through their holes. She deposited the cufflinks on the nightstand and pushed the shirt off my shoulders.

I took a long look at the plywood and cinderblock nightstand and the small, round, platinum cufflinks sitting on top of it. I laughed once.

“What?” Tria asked. She rubbed her hands up my arms and rested them on my shoulders, close to my neck. She reached up with her thumbs and rubbed the edge of my jaw.

“Nothing,” I responded. “Just the ridiculousness of all of it.”

“Hmm.” She stared at me for a moment, her brow furrowed, before coaxing me to lie down. I complied as she quickly hung up my tux, then removed her dress and hung it up as well. I watched her move around the room, tidying things up before she climbed into bed with me. I moved close to her immediately, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her against my chest.