Trapped (Caged #2)(60)

“I could kill Baynor,” I muttered as I stared at her backside while she collected the dishes from the nightstand and smoothed out the blanket on the bed.

“Why’s that?” she asked. “I thought you two got along great.”

“Whatever,” I shrugged. We had, actually, but I wasn’t going to let on about it. “His little ongoing list of shit to do and not do…*.”

“Why?” Tria asked. “What did he say?”

I looked at her and then toward the window. I really wanted to go out for a smoke—I hadn’t had one since before I went into the hospital. Glancing back at Tria, I smiled sheepishly.

“He said no sex,” I told her.

“Oh,” she replied as she looked away from me. “Um…for how long?”

“Until after my next checkup,” I told her. “Two weeks.”

Tria sat on the edge of the bed and fiddled with her fingers in her lap.

“It’s because…you know…the thrusting and shit. Might do some damage or whatever. I’m not supposed to move like that.”

“Right,” she said quietly as she continued to play thumb-wars with herself. A minute later she looked up at me quizzically. “What did he say exactly?”

“No intercourse until I clear you at your next visit,” I quoted.

“No intercourse?”

“Right.”

“So…well, what about…you know…other stuff?”

“Other stuff?”

She flicked her tongue over her lips as she reached over to my thigh. She moved her hand slowly upward until her fingers traced the edge of my dick.

“There is something I kind of wanted to try,” she explained softly.

“There is?” Apparently all I could do was blather in short questions. My body was starting to feel warm all over as she moved her fingers up my thigh.

“I would think that as long as you were lying still, it would be okay, wouldn’t it?”

I swallowed hard as my cock took very close notice of just what was being said. I nodded once, and Tria got a sly smile on her face as she pulled back the blanket.

“Stay still,” she commanded.

All I could do was stare as she quickly pulled down my sweats and freed my cock. She wrapped her hand around the base as she knelt down next to my legs and stroked me once. She moistened her lips once more as she started to move closer.

Like some chivalrous knight, I had to say something.

“You…you don’t have to do that, you know.” I forced another lump down my throat, trying to figure out why I had to go and say something that stupid.

“I know,” she said. She looked up at me through her lashes, and I nearly came on her hand. “I want to.”

“Fuck me, Tria…Christ…”

She smiled and tilted her head back down, leaned in, and took the end of my dick in her mouth. My body tensed at the wet warmth of her lips, mouth, and tongue as she took me in, and I let out a long groan. She backed off me entirely, and I could have cried.

“Stay still!” she told me again. “If you move around, I’ll stop.”

“God, no.” I didn’t even care that I sounded like I was begging.

She ran her tongue along the head, and all I could do was moan as she smiled with self-satisfaction. She positioned herself more comfortably, then slowly wrapped her lips around my cock and sucked until half of my length disappeared in her mouth.

“Oh yeah,” I groaned, and she looked up at me through those long lashes, backed off, and kissed the head of my cock while she looked in my eyes.

I felt like a god. An injured god, but a god all the same.

She surrounded me with her lips again and leaned over to take as much of me in her mouth as she could. I felt the head of my dick brush against the back of her throat briefly before she halted, blinked a couple of times, and then tried again. She gagged once or twice but never stopped—she just kept working on it until she seemed to figure out her limit.

It was f*cking fine as far as I was concerned.

She was getting maybe two-thirds of my cock in her mouth as she went down deep, and it felt so good I was having trouble not grabbing her head and thrusting into her mouth a few times. I was quite sure she meant what she said though, so I kept myself as still as possible. I didn’t even dare reach up and put my hand on the side of her face.

“You look so good with my cock in your mouth,” I told her. “Fuck, that’s beautiful, baby. Damn!”

With the hospital stay, it had been days since my cock had been near her. The sexual drought combined with the warm wetness of her mouth and her hollowed-out cheeks was more than I could take. It wasn’t long before I was fighting to keep my hips against the mattress.

“Fuck…Tria…baby, I’m gonna come…”

Her gaze met mine briefly, but she didn’t stop. If anything, she sucked harder. I didn’t have a chance to warn her again.

“Oh f*ck…oh God, Tria…”

I dug my fists into the sheets next to my legs as I clenched my teeth and released into the back of her throat. Tria backed up almost immediately, swallowed hard, coughed a bit, and then looked up at me with wide eyes.

I couldn’t figure out anything from her expression. It could have meant anything from shock and surprise to disgust, horror, or exuberance. My heart felt like it stopped in my chest while I waited a moment to see if she was going to give me some sort of sign. When she didn’t, I was just about certain it was the last blow job I was ever going to get.