The Jock by J.L. Beck Page 0,57
through me, and when he pulls out and away, I wince, both at the pain and the loss of his body. Shoving off the bed, he walks to the door across the room that I thought was a bathroom or closet. A light comes on, and I push up onto my elbows and look into the room, it’s a bathroom.
Cage reappears, climbing back onto the bed a moment later. There is blood smeared on his cock, and when I look up into his features, I find him peering down at me with remorse.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly. I didn’t want to go too fast, but once I was inside…” he says with a look of shame as he gently parts my legs.
“You were perfect, Cage. It was great.” I give him a soft smile.
He cleans between my legs, wiping the blood and cum from my folds and thighs before cleaning himself off. Then he tugs on his boxers and climbs back into bed. My body stiffens. I’m not sure what to do? The aftershocks of pleasure are no longer messing with my thinking, reminding me that I just slept with a man I was supposed to be just friends with.
Rolling over, I scoot to the edge of the bed and sit up.
“What are you doing?” Cage’s thick voice reaches my ears, and even though I don’t want to, I turn and look at him. He’s lounging back against the pillows, looking utterly fuckable, and my ovaries scream at me to stay.
“Uh, going back to my room. I… I don’t know how this works. Do you make them leave afterward? Do I…” My cheeks start to heat. I should’ve thought this through better.
Cage runs a hand through his midnight back hair, and I stifle a moan. “First, I don’t fuck chicks in this bed, you’re the first and last. Second, you’re not them, and I actually enjoy your company. Third, if you try and leave this bed before I have thoroughly fucked you, I will drag you back in here, kicking and screaming and fuck you until you can’t walk, move, or think without remembering what I did to you.”
My core clenches, and I rub my thighs together, wincing at the uncomfortableness that has formed there. “Pretty sure I’m already going to remember what you did.”
His features soften. “Stay, please. I… I want to hold you.”
Chewing on my lip, I know I can’t leave, not when he offers to cuddle me. He’s so big, and when he wraps his arms around me, I feel protected, secure, and safe like nothing bad in the world can get me.
Making up my mind, I roll over and snuggle against him, burying my face into his naked chest. The warmth of his body radiates into me. He’s like fire, melting away at the icy exterior of my heart. Grabbing the comforter, he tugs it up and over us, holding me tightly to his chest while moving his arm beneath my head, making his bicep my own personal pillow.
“Do you do this with all the girls you sleep with?” I ask openly, yawning.
“No, Nerd. Only you,” he replies softly.
He strokes the side of my face with his fingers, tracing the contours of my face as if he’s preparing to sculpt me. His touch is intimate, searing, and I never want him to let go. I know I’m becoming attached, already wanting more from a man that won’t be able to give me what I want most, love and still, I can’t bring myself to pull away.
“You’re everything, Blair…everything,” he whispers before placing a feather-light kiss against my forehead. I slowly fall asleep in his arms, his warmth and scent surrounding me.
Cage Wilder is home to me, and that scares me more than anything ever has. Even though he promised he’d never let anyone break my heart, I just know, somehow, someway, he’ll be the one to do it. He doesn’t love, he uses, and by giving myself to him, I’ve become another girl in a long line of women who fell hard for him.
18
Cage
I can’t stop thinking about sex with Blair. Fuck, it wasn’t sex. It was something else, making love, becoming one. There aren’t words to put it into a sentence. Being inside her, touching her, knowing that no other man had been there before. There was nothing like it. I’ve been with many women, but nothing compared to Blair.
As I walk up the library steps, I do my best to think