Page 45 of Rattle the Cage

Her head bobbed with each long stroke of her tongue, and watching her fervor, a part of me thought I might have died and gone to heaven.

Just when I thought that I’d reached the brink of ecstasy, though, Blade tightened her grip on my hip. Tilting my ass away from the trunk, she angled my pussy closer to her face. I leaned into her direction, letting her do what she did so well: take complete and utter control of my pleasure.

And as her left hand tightened, gripping my cheek firmly, the right hand slipped between the cheeks, teasing my hole with a furtive fingertip.

“Oh!” I gasped, hips bucking under her touch. But she just pressed firmer, sinking the tip of her finger in with soft, quick thrusts.

Her lips lifted from my center just long enough to hit me with a ravishing grin. “Do you like how that feels, Trinket?”

The initial shock quickly gave way to a thrumming ache deep in my core. My mind was entirely overwhelmed, hardly able to process what was happening to me. But my body craved more. Everything eased as I swayed back and forth between her fingers and her tongue, experiencing a different kind of pleasure with each rock of my hips.

“Good girl, Tess,” she smirked, half mumbling into my center.

With my approval, she began to move her fingers more ardently, pressing deeper and more confidently into me with each pass. The fullness of her fingers paired with the buzz that her tongue produced over my clit was enough to make me see stars.

My head rolled back hard against the tree trunk as I submitted to her. I was far past trying to reason with myself. Frankly, I didn’t give a fuck what Blade did to my body if it felt this good.

Without her shoulder to bite into, there was no controlling my whimpers — my own grip was too weak to stay firm over my lips. Instead, I tilted my neck back, lips lifting to the open sky as an animalistic orgasm crested through my body.

“Ohhh! Ohhhhhh! Oh!” I grunted, gripping her hair, the tree bark, my own skin — anything that might keep me tethered to this fucking planet as Blade gave me one of the most mind-blowing orgasms of my life.

“Fuck,” I whined, legs trembling where they extended past her iron-clad grip. The word passed through my chest like a dagger, cutting sharp through the tightening ball of energy that made a home in my lungs.

With one final grunt, I thrust hard against Blade’s face, nearly knocking her back with the force of the movement. But she just gripped me tighter, holding me in place past my orgasm while she finished licking up every last drop of my pleasure.

Between the orgasm and Blade’s continued feasting, the sway of the treetops overhead was enough to make me dizzy. Collapsing fully into her grasp, I pressed my back into the tree bark, fighting hard to catch my breath when I saw her buzzed black hair and an equally dark glower.

“Cyrus!”

Blade pulled back, brow furrowed with offense. “Wrong name, Trin⁠—”

But I smacked her shoulder, struggling to pull my leg off of her shoulder. “Cyrus, is right…” I couldn’t breathe enough to finish the sentence.

A few yards away, she stood with her shoulder pressed to a tree, quietly taking in the scene. And quite a scene we were: my leg slung over Blade’s shoulder, her fingers playing in my tight hole, her face absolutely slick from my center.

The set of Cyrus’ jaw conveyed anger, but there was something about her eyes and the tense line of her arms crossed over her chest that betrayed her.

Is she… jealous?

She must have been. To not say a word, to watch for who knows how long. It wasn’t like Cyrus to hold her tongue unless she was keeping a secret.

And apparently, this was one she was intent on hiding. Before I could get a word out of her, Cyrus turned on her heels, disappearing back into the woods.

“What a weirdo,” Blade shrugged, ducking her head to go back in for seconds.

“Blade!” I smacked her shoulder.

“No dessert?” She pouted, but at my frown, she let my leg down from her shoulder and helped me tug my underwear back up. “What’s the matter?”

“Cyrus was watching! Does that not concern you?”

“Not really,” Blade shrugged as she eased my pants back up around my hips. “I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time.”

Shaking my head, I pointed across the leafy ground. “Go get my shoe. She’s going to kill us if we keep them waiting.”

“She’s not going to do anything. She doesn’t want to end the free show,” Blade laughed, digging my sneaker out of a leaf pile. “It would kind of be worth it though. For me, anyway.”

I couldn’t help rolling my eyes as she slipped the sneaker back onto my foot. “You’re a menace. You know that?”