Grip firm on her hips, you thrust, repeatedly impaling Mira as she lifted herself with hands braced on your shoulders. “Hmmm, this… is probably the last time we’ll fuck…”
“I… I feel like I could spend the rest of my life inside you…”
“Well, most of it!” Mira laughs, matching her pace to yours. “Even an early dinner is probably a ways away, though.”
“Will it hurt?”
“Hopefully not too much…”
“Just need me to hurt a little, huh?”
“Well… I have to make you squirm a bit… that’s half the fun…” she teases, suddenly clenching around you and twisting her hips as you gasp for breath and blow your load. You try to catch your breath as you let your arms flop down to either side, Mira rolling onto the right as she dismounts you, still laughing.
“…”
“What… what am I supposed to do the rest of today…? Just sit in the cage? Until you eat me?”
“Probably…”
“You can’t stay…?”
“Max, we’re not exactly supposed to be doing this…” Mira looks at you, face reddening, though probably still less so than your own now that you’re reminded of what exactly you’ve done. “Actually, I should probably sneak back to my room now. People will wake up soon.”
“Wi—Will you come back to talk some more? Before… you know…”
Mira stops, half risen to her feet as she looks back to you and squeezes your shoulder. “Of course, Max. I do love you, you know. We all do… It’s just…”
“Yeah… yeah… boys are food…”
“Here! Take your cellphone,” Mira hands it to you after fishing it out of the pocket of your jeans from where Carrie had tossed them into the corner. “You can chat with me… or Rudy… friends… whoever. No reason for you to just sit here staring at the wall…”
“Thanks… uh, the battery is almost dead… I didn’t think to charge it after… well…” you blush again, Mira grinning somewhat impishly at you before easily lifting the steel cage that must weigh a hundred pounds and placing it on the bed beside your nightstand. “Well, here, now you can have it plugged in at least… and you can throw some pillows in…”
“Uh, yeah…” you answer, staring into the cage. Three feet by three feet by three feet. Bare still. A couple of pillows and a blanket. Your entire future. Until you found somewhere even more cramped to spend the last of your life.
