Free RattlingtheCage by Ann Cory

breached the nothing of a space between
them. Her nipples pressed against his chest. Forceful. Demanding.
    The word “mistake” flickered in his mind right before he
enveloped her damp flesh and crashed his mouth against hers.
    He gripped her ass and hoisted her up, bringing her thighs
around his waist. With one eye crooked open, he carried her to the truck and
pressed her against its side long enough to pry open the door.
    “Mind your head.”
    In one fluid move he brought her inside with him onto his
lap, peeled off her top and buried his face between her breasts. All attempts
by his brain to reason with him, ignored, masked by his rapid pulse.
    “Every hard inch of you feels so good,” she murmured.
    His cock throbbed beneath the denim. Any sense of control,
lost. He reached across to the glove box and grabbed a condom.
    Her fingers scraped at his buttons. “Get these off.”
    Even his fingers fumbled as if they were swollen sausages.
    “Hurry,” she cried, stress apparent in her voice.
    “Trying.” Christ it was hot. Sweat trickled along his face.
    Cursing, he tackled the ridiculous amount of buttons. He
considered ripping the damn things off the moment she hiked her skirt up and
pushed her panties to the side. With one last pull, he freed himself of the
denim and briefs.
    Using his teeth, he tore open the foil wrapper and sheathed
his erection. Montana grabbed hold of his cock and slid down on him.
    He snarled at the wetness of her, groaning as if she was a
drug that he knew he shouldn’t take but tasted too damn good to refuse.
    Her eyes flickered beneath her lashes.
    “Is this what you want?”
    “Yes,” she sobbed. “Oh god, yes.”
    His fingers dragged through her hair, taking a clump in his
fist and forcing her seductive eyes on his.
    “You’re no good for me. Do you hear?”
    Biting her lip, she nodded.
    He cupped her ass and helped propel her up and down his
cock. Montana kissed at his lips savagely, her hands hot and all over his face
and head.
    He slipped his pinky along her tight little hole. She
gasped, her eyes wide and curious.
    “Ever been touched there before?”
    “No,” she whispered.
    “It’s wild.”
    He slid his finger in a fraction of the way and she tossed
her head back, exposing her neck.
    “Like it?”
    “I like everything you do to me.”
    She clung to his body, her nipples hard along his chest. She
moaned. “Deeper. More.”
    He slid a second finger inside and she whipped her hair, the
dark strands falling around him like eagle wings.
    Thighs squeezed tight, she rode him hard and fast, soft,
breathy words flowing from her lips, her face warm and flushed. He groaned into
the sweet friction. He brought his hands to her hips and pulled her into him,
fast, fast, deep. They stayed locked in some rapid-fire movement, his body a
slave to the driving rhythm. Through cracked eyelids he noted the windows
coated in wisps of white as if to hide their indecency.
    “Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, please, please, right there.”
    He ignored the burn, the stabbing of pain in his shoulder,
and focused on the edge.
    “Now,” she cried.
    Her body trembled in his grasp, the contractions of her
climax pulling him off the edge with her. Head back, muscles strained, his body
shuddered. A guttural cry burst from his throat and a rippling of satisfaction
spilled forth.
    Lawson pulled her into him, her body alive and writhing
against his chest. Her bubblegum breath came short and fast against his cheek.
She murmured his name and cradled his head. Face smashed against her breasts,
he breathed her in.
    In the space of time with her he’d forgotten the darkness
that motivated his actions. The demons that drove him back to a place he woke up
screaming from most nights. The black hole that had sucked away his life and
that of his family. A welcome reprieve, but one he knew was short-lived.
    He breathed her in again, one more moment of heaven, before
it faded and he re-entered the darkness. Where