Gage’s fingers slip between my legs to play with me and make my lips part, panting as steam holds us in its warm, ever-changing embrace. He takes me to and over the edge, tickling and teasing my pussy into fiery submission as I hold onto his slippery shoulders, knees no longer strong.
Tender kisses rain down my neck, my collar bone, my breasts, until Gage kneels down to kiss my belly button, and even further, the soft auburn hair that covers my sex.
Watching him, I’m stroking his head, and that feeling takes over again where I’m here.
Really here.
Just here.
In The Now.
He stays under the cascade of hot water, tenderly kissing and touching me.
Finally standing up, Gage meets my eyes and reaches around my drenched body to turn off the faucet. “You’re staying the night, right?”
A smile spreads. “Yes.”
“Good.”
He reaches for the towel rack. A whoosh of cotton, and I’m wrapped in a blue bath sheet, much bigger than a normal towel. “I’ve gotta get another one.”
“Wait.” I open mine, step close, and press our bodies together, “Stay,” wrapping it around us as I lay my cheek on his chest, just listening to him breathe. “Just stay here.”
Chapter Fourteen
LEXI
G age awakens before me, getting dressed again, but this time when he rouses me from my dreams I know where I am. On Sunday I saw his room come into focus through the haze of an emotional hangover. This morning the black leather winged headboard, charcoal grey walls, and thriving cactus in a four-inch black pot on the nightstand closest to his door, don’t make my head spin.
Rolling onto my back to look up at Gage standing over me, I smile, “Morning.”
“You said you had to work at seven.”
Dragging my hand down the cotton blue jeans of his inner thigh, I murmur, “Do I have to?”
A low chuckle is my answer as he grabs my hand and pulls it to rub his crotch, releasing me a disappointing moment later.
“Afraid so, Cherry.”
I roll over, shoving my face in his light gray pillowcase. “No!!!”
He lays on me — I win! — and buries that talented mouth in my neck, gnawing on both sides before brushing his lips along the baby hairs where my spine begins. That’s nice and all, but Gage’s powerful erection is against my ass, coaxing me to get wet fast…or else. And I’m totally into whatever it’s got planned.
I arch to seduce him, moaning as he grinds in response.
His body shifts, weight smooshing me into the mattress as he reaches into an industrial metal nightstand, pulling out the necessary condom, teeth tearing it open.
I turn my head, cheek smashed on the pillow as I smile. Gage dips down to kiss it away, his tongue searching for mine and finding it willing. With the beast behind me, jeans around his thighs, cock quickly protected and rubbing up and down my pussy, I let out the happiest moan.
“You’re really wet.”
“Uh huh.”
“I’m going to get you off in under a minute.”
I smile, “Time is of the essence.”
Gage’s enormous shaft slowly slips into my cave, stretching my throbbing walls tighter inch by inch.
He grunts, slowly fucking me and biting my neck, teeth rough.
A hot twist lights a match inside us, and Gage moves with it. We’re totally connected, our hips knowing when to rise and fall. There’s a sweet fire licking my pussy now, teasing me with each grind.
Gage’s breath warms my ear.
I’m panting.
He is, too.
The fiery licks sting a little I’m so close to cumming on his huge cock. Sensing it, Gage lets out this primal growl before seeking out my mouth, shutting up my moans with a kiss that welds us together.
A contraction tenses my body, legs suddenly like a statue’s as my gasp gets muffled by his lips. He slides in and out of my sopping wet pussy, panting a hungry, “That’s right, give it to me,” stripping me of my mind.
A thick heartbeat pulses down below. There is only the heavy weight of this clothed man on my naked body, the pleasure of his cock’s immense size. He roars as we cum, primitive patterns of movement throwing me into a spiral of needs met.
Gage’s face is buried in my neck as he catches his breath, “Fuck, Cherry, wow.”
I grin, seek out his left hand and lace our fingers. “I’ve gotta go, huh?”
“You want me to drive you home or to work?”
“I don’t think I have time for home.”
He murmurs, “Work then,” kissing my neck before getting up and carefully pulling off the condom. “Where am I taking you?”
With a long, grinning, lazy stretch, I give him the address for the studio I’m opening today so that Paige can sleep in.
Throwing my legs over the side of his king size, I catch sight of a clock and see it’s only five-after-six. “Oh nice! You gave us plenty of time!”
“Wasn’t sure if you needed to go home first.”
“No, that’s cool. I threw my jeans and T on right before I met up with you. When Wyatt texted I was in my pjs.”
Gage reminds me with a smirk, “And we showered.”
I plant a quick kiss on his gorgeous face, “See? Perfect!” while strolling to the bathroom. “Only one teacher has the keys and she’s off ’til Saturday, so the responsibility lies on my shoulders.”
He follows me. “You say that with pride.”
Glancing back with a shrugged, “Of course,” I catch him checking out my ass, spin around, walk backward, and point to my auburn trim. “How about this? Like this, too?” Gage laughs, and I press two fingers into his work-shirt, “I need a private moment,” disappearing into the bathroom before swinging the door open and pointing to his trash bin. “You want to throw that out first?”
He strolls by me, disposes of the protection, and washes his hands, smirking through the mirror’s reflection to where I’m leaning on the doorframe. “Nice manners.”
“I look out for you.”
“And you look good doing it.”
“That’s right.”
Snatching a hand
