Chapter 91: Naive Child *
Chapter 91: Naive Child *
[Warning: This chapter contains smut/snu snu. Read at your own risk.]
At first, he would be puzzled about why she was not coming out. Was she regretting her decision to come over or was it something else? These thoughts would course through his brain, but he would tell himself to calm down and wait for her.
It would be then that he would hear her sing a song from inside. He would feel his member stir at the noise, growing harder again after it had subsided while she was in the bathroom. She would emerge out with a cloud of steam from the bathroom—wet, clean and naked under the thick towel wrapped around her.
For a moment, she would stare at him in silence before breaking into a seductive smile. All his worries would fly out of the window seeing it, knowing what she wanted. She would pounce on him, chanting what sounded like ‘off’ under her breath and he would oblige. They landed on the bed, a mess of limbs, grabbing at each other, their hands and mouths and tongue in sync, feeling as if they would combust from the heat between their bodies.
He would kiss her neck and her taste would go straight to his cock. He would oblige to her wish and shed his shirt, pants, and socks, leaving nothing but his sanity and control behind. She would tremble underneath him, gasping as his hands ran over her body. He, on the other hand, would pray that he could have her that very instant.
“Oh god,” she whimpered as he slipped a finger between her legs, and dear lord she was wet. So wet and ready that he knew instantly what had taken her so long in the shower. She had indulged in some recreational activities in the shower before she came out and faced him.
How her face would have looked, he could only imagine.
She gasped as he pinned her against the bed. He took a second to breathe, drawing air from her lips as she stared in shocked pleasure. She was stunning with her mouth open in shock and her hair sticking to her dewy face. She gasped when he pushed into her, balancing herself on the fancy memory foam he had bought. She thrust her hips upwards, trying to impale herself further on his cock.
It would feel so good to be buried inside her.
She clings to him, digging her nails into his back as he plows into her at a mad pace. He starts on her rock-hard nipples—sucking, tugging, and licking as his teeth scrape over it. He squeezes her other breast and feels how beautiful they are. He would love them in his mouth.
“You taste wonderful,” he would find himself saying, praying that he gets an opportunity to taste her between her legs, and good god he can’t wait for that to happen. “I want you so bad,” he would say, but he was already inside her. He wanted to stay there forever, be with her through thick and thin, and be joined with her in every way possible.
“Cage,” she would moan as she bucked her hips, swirling her hips to his rhythm, tightening herself around him as she found release. He followed close behind, feeling the rush of ecstasy course through his veins. He shuddered inside her, growing limp but still keeping them joined.
He pressed his forehead against hers gently and kissed her cheek.
“Good?” he would ask and she would only grumble. Her eyes would be droopy with exhaustion and she would let his shoulders go and lay her hands limply on the sheets.
– – –
It was two days before they had decided to meet. He was beyond excited until Stephen called him.
“Your tuxedo for the awards has been tailored, you need to come in to check it,” his manager informed. Cage sighed. How long had it been since he had actually gone out of the house? Award ceremonies meant lots of cameras and speculation, newspapers, and online publications writing thousands of stories about him, starting from his dress, to his acting to how his life was.
“I almost don’t want to go,” he confessed.
“But you need to,” Stephen said firmly. “You are nominated for two awards and you are going with Julia.”
“Julia Williams?” he said, surprised. “Very interesting.”
“She needs someone to go with and you two have been friends for a long time.”
“It’s going to create lots of rumors, but the media will hopefully be careful about what they say about my love life after the whole Keira thing.” He thought for a minute. “I can imagine that she wants to go with someone she knows after what that boyfriend of hers did to her.” Julia Williams had entered the industry at the same time as him and they had crossed each other due to work.
They were not very close but had hung out enough times to be called good friends. She had dated her boyfriend since she was eighteen, until recently when he cheated on her with a younger girl he had met at a party. The media went wild and Cage had felt horrible that she was going through this. He hadn’t been dumped but the media speculation had been bad; he couldn’t imagine how she felt, actually loving the guy and being betrayed by him.
“You’re a good guy,” Stephen said. “Well, I am also a good guy, considering I was the one who made this happen.” ‘This narcissist,’ Cage thought in amusement.
“How is Katherine?” he asked suddenly.
“She’s good.” Cage was surprised at the sudden change in topic. He wasn’t ready to tell Stephen about his planned date with Katherine. His manager would never allow it. He would just tell her after everything happened, Stephen wouldn’t have anything to say then.
“Well, good. I was calculating the chances of things still being good if she finds out who you are.”
“I am going to tell her… soon.” He said automatically.
“Well, I hope it works out and she understands why you hid this for so long.” It sounded ominous. “Oh, also, think about explaining all the drama you went through and the gossip.”
“I’ll just explain everything to her. She is intelligent and understanding; she’ll understand.”
“Didn’t you mention that she was cheated on, as well?” Stephen asked. There was silence from Cage’s side. “You are pretty clueless for someone who has been working in this industry for so long. Good luck, naive child.”
“You should do your job and make sure all media outlets know that we are just going as friends and nothing more. Make sure there is no mention of secret relationships and future possibilities. I don’t need that in my life.”
“How I would like if you dated a celebrity, but you are taken and I am going to accept that.”