Chapter 15I like the weight of her over me. #2
Instead, when I drive away, waving to Art, who stands with his second spiked tea on the porch, I feel emotionally sated in a way I didn’t know was possible. Something about spending time with Art filled some of my empty bucket, and that has me smiling.
Then I head home, feed Salsa, and flop down across my bed, cold and tired. That’s the thing about being single with no family.
You have a lot of time for naps.
My phone vibrating against my thigh is what wakes me. While my brain is groggy and slow, I look at my phone to discover it’s only been about forty minutes. I open the text message that woke me, already smiling because it’s from her.
Delane
Thank you for helping my stepdad.
I didn’t do it for her, but I would’ve done it for her equally. I text her back.
No big deal. I had a good time.
Can I come in?
I sit up in bed, my heart racing. Come in? Throwing off the covers that I’d somehow tugged over myself in my hasty nap, I pad down the hall, still a little groggy. Salsa skitters away as I jerk the chain from the door and twist the deadbolt.
Pulling the door open, she’s there. Delane. Curls tucked into the scarf wrapping her neck, and coat zipped, nose pink, eyes bright. “Hi,” she says, a smile in her expression as her greeting hangs between us.
Pulling the door open wide, I step aside.
“Get in here.” I smile at her. She smiles back.
And the chill of winter melts away as she steps inside, tugging at the scarf as soon as the door is shut.
Without talking, I stand behind her, feed my hands into the scarf, the backs of my knuckles grazing her neck.
She turns her head, exposing the smooth slope of her shoulder as I remove the scarf completely.
“Now, your coat,” I say, the three words coming out in a raw whisper. She shimmies her shoulders after one long unzip, and I take the coat off of her, hanging it with her scarf.
Standing in my apartment in jeans and a hoodie, her hair wild from the cold weather, Delane smiles at me. “What you did for Art today was really sweet, Miller.”
“I like Art,” I admit, “I always have.”
She sticks out her tongue, showing me how vibrantly red it is.
“Thanks for the Cherry Bombs too.” Closing the two feet between us, she rocks onto her toes and kisses me, looping her arms around my neck.
The taste of sour cherries floods my tongue, and my cock stiffens, my instincts pushing me back from her.
Her arms fall to her side as she tips her head, trying to understand my reaction.
Feeling embarrassment color my cheeks, I laugh a little in an effort to diffuse the situation. “Can I admit something?”
She nods, still looking a bit confused as to why I’d stop such a great kiss and perfect embrace. “Of course.”
“Well,” I step apart, the wide stance working to hide my growing erection. And is it ever growing. I’m turning into a steel rod from a single kiss and arms around my neck. “I’m getting… aroused. And I’m still not used to being comfortable feeling that while around someone else.”
Without hesitation, her eyes drop to the crotch of my sweats. She studies the area for a moment before looking back up at me with a salacious grin. “Miller, it's hot to know that hugging and kissing me makes you hard.”
I nod. “Just not used to all of this yet.” I swallow, almost unbelieving of what I’m about to say, but in an effort to be honest and real with her, I ask. “Do you think I could go back in the, uh, cage?”
“Really?” She can’t hide the shock in her tone. But I wouldn’t want her to. I guide her to the couch, where I attempt to get her to sit next to me, but instead, she sits in my lap. Which feels indescribably good. Yet, my cock is thickening at her core, and I know we both feel it.
“So, I don’t worry about everything when I'm in it. It’s…
strange. I mean, I know it relieves me from worrying about him,” I say, alluding to my cock.
“And that relief like… diffuses through me, and I just feel so much more at ease.” Feeling embarrassed, I slide her off my lap, drop my elbows to my knees and catch my face in my hands. “God, this is so embarrassing.”
She leans her face on my shoulder, weaving our fingers together. Squeezing my hand, she says, “it’s not embarrassing. It’s real. And I am so happy you told me.” She strains to reach my cheek but does and leaves a soft kiss there, one that worms down my spine and lands right in my dick.
“Go put the cage back on.”
I look over at her. “Seriously?”
She nods with a grin. “Yeah, tonight we can try something… new.” Getting off the couch, she heads toward the hooks by the door, grabbing her coat. “I have a bag in my car that I need but I’ll be back. While I’m getting it, you get in the cage.”
“Why didn’t you bring the bag up with you?” I ask, getting to my feet to help her into her coat.
“I didn’t know if we’d be… I didn’t know if we were lesson swapping tonight.”
I cock an eyebrow as she zips her coat, facing me. I smooth her hair around her face down, tucking the ends into her coat. She smiles. “I like it when you touch my hair.”
“I love your hair.”
Our eyes lock, and everything about this moment feels genuine and real, not like a formulated scene born from our arrangement. But it has to be. This is all just part of it, right ?
“Let me get the bag; it’s cold.”
“Fucking freezing,” she agrees. “But no. I’ll get it, and you get yourself locked up.
” And without another word about it, she slips out the front.
I waste no time digging the cage out of my bathroom cabinet, adding some coconut oil to my cock, and sliding it in.
I’m already battling a hard-on because Delane is here, but I grin and bear it as I twist the lock and force my cock inside the cage.
When the key is free and in my palm, I stare at my locked cock in my reflection. There is something about being unable to get hard unless she frees me or allows me that is really fucking hot.
I didn’t know giving your orgasms to someone–or giving your cock to someone–was a thing, but it’s yet another reason why I feel like Delane is meant to be mine. She knows just what I need before I do.
The front door closes, and I hear her slide the chain through the course, then twist the deadbolt.
When I step out into the hall, I see her at the end, coat off, bag at her feet.
It’s a small bag, a little black duffel, enough to keep items for a night or two I’d guess.
But the dark circling her eyes and the way she drags the hoodie off slowly, revealing nothing but a sheer white bra beneath, I don’t think there’s clothes in that bag.
“Are you–” she starts, but her words drop off as she walks closer to me, the hallway enveloping her bright eyes in the darkness. She cups my caged cock, and I can’t help but groan. I missed her touch. I missed her.
“Oh yeah, you’ve got it on.” She smiles as she brings her mouth to mine. Our kiss is slow and tender, and I grow into the edges of the cold cage. “Do you feel better?”
Being honest, I say, “actually, I do. Now I can enjoy you without worry. ”
She takes my hand without permission, guiding me to my room like it’s ours. I get a flash of what that would look like.
Delane taking us to bed after staying up too late binge-watching a show together.
I’d lie with my head in her lap as we watched, she’d stroke her fingers through my hair, and occasionally, I’d steal her hand for a kiss.
Then after I’d dozed because her lap was the only place I ever wanted to rest, she’d nearly drag me down the hall.
“Come get in bed, baby,” she’d purr to me as I sleepily trailed after her.
Because no matter where she heads, I’d trail behind her the entire way.
I like that idea. Delane and me… together.
“Take off your clothes, then get on the bed, on your back.”
I do it as she dims the lights to almost dark, and once I’ve positioned myself how she likes, I find her peeling off her pants.
Standing before me in a matching white sheer panty and bra set, Delane takes the elastic from her wrist and ties her curls on her head. A few strands fall free, and it’s the sexiest look on her ever, I swear. A beautiful smile on her face, she walks slowly toward the foot of the bed.
“What are you going to teach me after I get done with you?”
From the partially open blinds adjacent to us, soft moonlight litters the floor, traces of it melting across her breasts and face.
“You are so beautiful,” I whisper, completely in awe.
She stills as if the compliment came at her like an unexpected slap. “Thanks,” she mutters shyly.
“I, uh, thought maybe you could learn how to change tail lights.”
Dragging her pointer finger up and down the sole of my bare foot, she says, “I already know how to do that, though.”
“What about,” I groan, feeling my balls tingle from her subtle teasing.
“What about spark plugs?” She crawls onto the bed, her body swaying over mine as her knees tighten around my hips.
Leaning back, her center grinds against my cage as she rests above me.
“Spark plugs are more complicated than most people think,” I say, my mouth drier than dry.
“Spark plugs it is, then,” she whispers, bringing her hand to my pec, the other gripping the side of my abs tightly. With her thumb and forefinger, she rolls my nipple between the pads of her fingers, making my spine hot and my core flex. It feels… different but surprisingly good.
“I like that,” I tell her, and I wonder if I wasn’t in this cage, would the truth be so easy?
She told me when we started this that overcoming my biggest insecurity would make me confident in all walks of life, and I don’t know if I believed her.
It made sense, sure, but I don’t know if I believed that type of mental accomplishment was possible for me.
Now I know that she was right. Because my biggest hang-up has always been worrying about my lack of experience, but with my cock locked, I am without worry. Just here to enjoy.