Gage, p.8
Gage, page 8
I do exactly what he wants. His lips slowly, almost like a whisper, glide across my skin. My body shakes and jolts with every single touch by him.
He’s teasing me as he moves closer and closer to where my body is craving for him to be, but he stops inches away.
His lips are inching their way up my arms, stopping where our fingers are laced together until his face hovers above mine.
His lips so softly glide over mine. I try to lift my head wanting him to deepen the kiss.
He pulls back over and over not deepening it, just kissing me so sweetly. Not able to help myself, I lift my legs, wrapping them around his hips pulling him down hard against me. I lift my head at the same time, taking over the kiss.
I can feel his body shaking with laughter as he smiles against my kisses. He lets my hands go and my hands wrap around his neck, before burying them into his short hair.
His hand grips my thigh, lifting it higher on his hip. I can feel him even harder pressing against me as he shifts his hips just enough for him to rub against me.
I break my lips from his, gasping at the sudden pleasure.
His lips drag against my throat and I fist the back of his hair, overwhelmed with all of these new feelings.
He sits up suddenly, his hands gripping the bottom of my shirt like he is wanting to take it off me, but he hesitates like he is waiting for my permission.
I nod without an ounce of doubt. I lift my arms and he pulls it off of me taking my sports bra with it.
I freeze at being suddenly naked in front of him.
His hands come up to his mouth, looking at me like he is in disbelief. “Fuck, I’m almost afraid to touch you. You’re a fucking angel.”
I reach out and take his hand, bring it to my bare breast. The difference between me and him is so hot. The way his hands are huge, dark with the tattoos, the muscles ripping along his arms and body.
God, he is so hot.
He doesn’t hesitate, his thumb strokes against my nipple. My back arches at the feeling, shooting straight to my pussy.
“Oh God.” All my trying to be quiet goes right out the window. He grins, seeing me squirm.
“Oh, the things I am going to do to you,” he growls, his thumb moving across my nipple then slightly plucking it, giving a slight sting.
I grip the sheet, trying to ground myself. “So, fucking responsive.” He slides down the bed until his face is hovering above my breast.
He winks and slowly licks his mouth before he laps at my nipple, then gently sucks it deep into his mouth.
I clench my eyes closed, lost in the feeling. “You know what you taste like, River?” he asks me, sitting up.
I open my eyes, looking at him, seeing how hard he is. I fight the urge to reach out and touch him.
“What?” I ask, I barely recognize my voice.
He drags his hand down my sides until he touches my shorts. “Mine.”
Oh shit.
His fingers grip the edge of my shorts, and he slowly pulls them down my body, leaving me completely naked in front of him.
He sits back and stares at me like he is starving and I’m the last food on earth. “Baby, are you sure you’re okay with this? You’re okay with me pleasuring you?” he asks.
I nod. “Yeah, I’m fine with that, baby. As long as I can return the favor?” I ask, my hand hesitating from touching him.
His face softens. “Darlin, this is about you, making you feel good.” His hand touches my thigh.
My face reddens as he stares at my naked body and that is something no one has ever seen before, until him.
He slowly runs his hand along my body, creating a path from my thigh to my boob, over and over driving me mad. “Mine,” he growls, sliding off the bed until he is on the floor on his knees by the edge of the bed.
What is he doing?
He reaches forward, gripping my legs and pulls me down the bed until my legs are dangling off the side of the bed.
I sit up confused to what he is doing.
He lifts my legs until they’re on either side of his shoulders leaving his face right between my legs.
I gasp in shock when I realize what he is doing.
“Gage, what are you doing?” I ask, trying to pull back.
He looks at me confused. “What do you think I’m doing, Sugar? I’m going to eat your pussy until I am content with how many orgasms I give you,” he says so plainly. He points at me, grinning sinisterly. “Now, lay your ass down and let me take care of what is mine.”
I take my lower lip between my teeth, turned on because of his demands.
He runs his nose along my inner thigh. I reach behind me and grab a few pillows, stuffing them behind me. “That’s right baby, watch me make you fall apart.”
He licks his lips, his eyes staring into my soul as he ducks his head. I hold my breath waiting.
He licks along my lip and he closes his eyes. “Fuck,” he moans, spreading my lips and running his tongue along my clit to my opening.
“Oh God, Gage!” I cry out. These feelings are completely new to me and so intense.
His eyes are watching my every move. He puts a hand on my lower stomach holding me down, while sucking my clit like he is starved.
I throw my head back, the pillows already falling off the bed. I have heard that this is great, but this is unlike anything I have ever felt before.
“Fuck,” Gage growls, sucking my clit harder into his mouth. My body stiffens, my back arches and I come hard, my legs shaking from the power of it.
“Oh God! Oh God!” I repeat over and over as he continues his movements, slipping a finger inside of me gently curling it and touching my G-spot. “AHH!” I scream at the unexpected powerful orgasm.
He doesn’t stop, moving his finger in and out of me, curling it and hitting that spot in me.
My breathing is labored and I’m lost in the feelings he is bringing from me. He slips another finger inside of me and I clamp down hard onto his fingers. I freeze, chasing my orgasm.
“One last one.” His voice is rough, ragged. My body instantly responds to him, to his demands. I clamp my legs together as he pulls his face out from between my legs and just uses his fingers to draw out my orgasm.
I let out a deep breath trying to breathe and stare at the ceiling. I hear Gage moving around in the room and he comes back with a washcloth. He pulls my legs apart gently and cleans me, leaving the warm cloth on my opening for a moment. “I don’t want you sore.”
My nose burns from the thoughtfulness of this. I lean forward and kiss him hard, overwhelmed with all I am feeling.
“Now, can I take care of you?” I ask, my hands at the top of his sweatpants. He is straining through his pants and I want to help relieve him.
He takes a hold of my hand gently at his waistband. “Darlin, I don’t want you to feel obligated. I wanted to take care of you, that was just for you.”
“No, I want to.”
I take his hand and pull him onto the bed, until his back is at the headboard. I grip his sweatpants and pull them down his body until he is naked before me.
My eyes go to his dick and I swallow hard. I knew he felt big when he was pressed against me, but he is huge and it’s intimidating.
He notices me watching. “Sugar, you,” he starts but he stops the second I take him in my hand, stroking from the tip to the end. “Fuck.” He swallows hard, lifting his head back to rest against the headboard.
Holy shit, this is empowering knowing that with just my hands I am pleasuring him. My heart is beating so fast and I’m so nervous that I won’t do it right.
Feeling braver, I blow across his tip, before I open my mouth running my tongue across the head and running my hand long the bottom part of his dick.
“River,” he growls, his hands burying in my hair.
I smile, taking him in mouth as far as I can go, running my tongue along the underside all the way down.
His hands tighten in my hair. I look up at him, sucking his tip while stroking the bottom.
“Fucking beautiful,” he groans and he throws his head back when I suck him as deep as I can, gagging when he hits the back of my throat. I keep going, shaking my head side to side to take him as far as I can.
His whole body stiffens and I pull back gasping. I stroke him, running my hand up and down him, loving the way his body is bowed.
I take him back in my mouth, running my tongue along every vein that’s protruding from his dick. “Hmm,” I moan, my jaw starting to hurt from having to keep my mouth open so wide.
“If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you better move,” he grinds out between his teeth.
I take him deeper and deeper until he’s at the back of my mouth. I swallow and he slams his hand on the bed as I swallow every drop.
I run my tongue across the tip and lick my lips. His nose flares watching me wipe my mouth with my thumb making sure I get every drop.
He grips the back of my head, slamming his mouth onto mine. This isn’t a gentle kiss. No, this is one where he wants to eat me alive.
I crawl onto his lap, my legs on either side of him, my pussy dragging across his dick. I shiver all the way down to my core at the feeling of him against me.
God, I want him.
I can’t resist the urge to drag myself gently across him. I pull back shaking at the desire I feel.
He puts his hand on my face, stroking my cheekbone. I want him and I’m more than ready for him. “Gage, I want you,” I tell him breathlessly; I want him to bury himself deep inside of me.
He sits up, holding me tighter. “Darlin, are you sure?” he asks, holding my face. I know that he is making sure that I don’t have any regrets.
I smile. “I am without a doubt. I am so sure about this, Gage. I am sure about you. I have waited my whole life for you, I want all my firsts to be with you. You are mine, like I am yours.”
He shakes his head; I know my words had meaning for him. “Fuck, baby. You are mine. You have me fucking insane when it comes to you.” He kisses me, pulling me up and moving until I am on my back, with him between my legs.
He moves his hand between my legs, his fingers rubbing my clit. I soak his fingers from being so sensitive.
“God, that feels good.” I lean my head back, lost in the way he is making me feel.
He lips move across my throat and he slips one finger inside of me, then a second. He lets me adjust, rubbing my clit and slowly working his fingers in me, slipping in a third. I am drenching his hand.
He replaces his hand with him pressing himself against me. I can feel how huge he is compared to me, it’s intimidating.
His face is so soft looking at me. I drift my hands up his arms to his neck. “Darlin, are you sure about this?” he asks me.
He captures my hands placing them by my head, our fingers intertwined together. “There is not one doubt in my mind about this, about you.” I lift my legs, resting them against his hips giving him full permission.
“I am yours, remember?” I whisper.
He closes his eyes for a moment, resting his forehead against mine. “Okay, baby,” he says so sweetly.
I feel him shift and he presses against me a little harder and I relax my body. He lifts my arms above my head holding them both with one hand and he cups my face with the other.
I let out a deep breath, our eyes locked together. He lets go of my face, reaching between us, his thumb rubs gently across my clit, soothing the burn.
“Oh God,” I moan, feeling how full I am. He slides a little further inside of me, his fingers working in small, short strokes to get me adjusted.
He grins, kissing my cheek. Slowly, stopping the second he feels me tense up, working my clit to make sure I don’t feel any pain.
Finally, he is fully inside of me, and the feeling is so intoxicating, feeling so full of him. Having this moment with him? It's amazing.
“God, I feel so full, Gage,” I moan and shift my hips wanting him somehow deeper when that’s not even possible.
He kisses me, tenderly. I can feel the emotion in this. He pulls back and gently slides back inside of me. There is a slight pinch, but the burn is addicting. You want more and more.
This isn’t fucking. No, this is him worshiping my body. He is so in tune with everything, with making sure that I’m okay.
Soon the burn is gone and all that is left is the feeling of pure rapture. The way his body moves as he makes love to me, the way his eyes look at me. The way he touches me.
Everything, I am feeling everything.
I suck in a sharp breath, digging my hands into his back as I come so hard. I clamp down onto him, milking him, pulling him further and further into my body. I bite his shoulder trying not to scream.
He moves faster, lifting my legs so he can go deeper. I throw my arms above my head bracing myself. He is fucking me up the bed, pushing me to the headboard. My knees are pressed against my chest.
“AHH!” I , gritting my teeth as another orgasm hits me hard. His thumb is on my clit drawing it out further and further until he falls with me, filling me.
I let out a deep breath. His arms give out, and he falls onto my chest, his head tucked in the crook of my neck. “That was...” I let the sentence hang off, unsure I have the words to even describe such a thing.
He laughs, kissing my neck and then my cheekbone then my lips sweetly. “Did I hurt you?” he asks me, taking my hand kissing the back of it.
“Honestly, no.” I snake my hand in his hair, rubbing his scalp. “It was amazing; you took care of me.”
He sits up on his elbow, looking down at me. “I will always take care of you.” He gently slides out of me and I try to hide my wince from him.
His jaw clenches in anger. “Fuck, I hate that I hurt you.” He slips his arms under my body, lifting me out of the bed, and carrying me into the bathroom.
He sets me on the counter while he turns on the water in the bathtub. I watch as he gathers some towels, washcloths, and body wash.
I take the moment to admire his amazing body. I bite my lip loving the way his ass cheeks flex with every movement.
He looks back at me, my head tilted to the side, catching me. “What are you looking at?”
“I’m looking at that amazing ass that you have.” Now that he is turned around facing me, I look him up and down.
“Like what you see, huh?” He smirks, walking to me, gripping my thighs, and pulling me to the edge of the counter. His hands snake under my ass lifting me off the counter and I wrap my legs around him.
He steps into the bathtub with me wrapped around him and I groan when the warm water surrounds us.
He turns me around in the water until I am sitting between his legs. He pulls my hair tie off my wrist, gathers my hair and lifts it in a bun at the top of my head, so it doesn’t get wet. I smile at the thoughtfulness. He reaches over to a small little table that is beside the tub and pushes a button on the remote turning on some music to fill the silence around the room then turns the lights lower, giving the room a soft glow.
I sigh and relax into him, his arms wrap around me holding me. “I could stay right here forever,” I confess.
He rests his head against mine. “You can.” He kisses my cheek, running his hands down my arms.
“I waited for you. I knew the second I met my person, everything would just click together.” I tilt my head back so I can see his reaction. “I’m glad I did,” I say in a softer voice. I turn around in his arms until I am between his legs with me facing him.
His jaw clenches. “Fuck, you undo me, baby.” He cups the back of my neck, pulling me to him, kissing me. “I hope the fuck you know you’re stuck with me and there is no leaving. I will chase your ass down,” he says after he lets me go.
I laugh. “Who says I wouldn’t do the same thing?” I wink.
He grins showing that beautiful dimple of his. “I love when you’re vicious,” he chuckles.
He takes a washcloth and my body wash off the side of the tub. He wets the cloth and pours body wash onto the cloth. He drags it along my arms, chests, neck, belly, and then slowly between my legs. He gently washes me in my most private part.. “Do you hurt?” he asks.
I shake my head no. “No, I’m fine.”
I can see him visibly relax; he made my first time amazing. I take the cloth and I wash him with the same amount of care that he has given me.
He pulls me into his arms, resting my head on his chest. His hands run up and down my back, pulling me closer.
“Are you on birth control?” he randomly asks and I almost fall into the water in shock.
“Oh my God, no! We didn’t use birth control!” My eyes are wide with shock at how stupid I was for not thinking of that before I practically begged the man to rail me.
He grins wickedly. “I was hoping you weren’t.” He reaches out and runs his hand across my stomach. “I can just imagine the day when you’re swollen with my baby in your stomach.”
I stare at him like he is totally insane. “Are you serious?” I ask him.
He chuckles. “Dead fucking serious.”
My mouth opens in disbelief and shock. I must be crazy because I am not having any negative feelings about this. If anything, I’m flattered.
What is wrong with me? What is wrong with both of us?
I burst out laughing and practically face-plant into his chest. The warm water is soothing my sore muscles, as I feel less sore than yesterday. I wonder how my bruises are looking.
The water starts to cool and goosebumps break out across my skin when I shift slightly out of the water.
Gage notices and lifts me out of the water, wrapping me in a towel. “Let me get you some clothes.” He walks out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him to not let out the warm air.
My bruises have faded some, the swelling is virtually gone. The bathroom door is swung open dramatically, banging against the wall aggressively.
I jump back in shock, and I see the guy, the prospect who tried to smell my underwear, standing in front of me, glaring at me and holding a gun in his hand.
What the fuck?
He looks me up and down and I wrap my towel tighter around me. “What the fuck are you doing? How did you get in Gage’s house?” I ask angrily at his gawking.
