Chapter 17
17
TAYLER
I glanced over my shoulder.
Gage was still behind me.
As far as I knew, nothing prohibited us from exploring our sexual attraction. A relationship wasn’t in the cards at a time like this, nor was there a need to be buttoned up and reserved as if a society existed to judge me for my sexual decisions.
I burst through the storage room door.
He entered behind me.
The door swung shut, and he turned the lock.
I grabbed one of the condoms I’d stashed in the room right before dinner. He crossed the room in two steps, removing his shirt. I pounced on him, and he tugged on my pants until I was naked from the waist down.
I needed him.
He wanted me.
After this, there would be no guilt. I wouldn’t have to battle with shame over smiling in Ari’s face while fucking her husband behind her back.
He wrestled the foil packet from my grip.
I fumbled with the button on his jeans, silently cheered when I felt it pop, shoved down both waistbands and wrapped my hands around his dick.
“You want me?” he asked.
I bit down on his bottom lip. “Yes...”
“What do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me, Mr. Wolfe.”
He tore at the packet with his teeth, tossed the wrapper, and before I could blink, his thick head was slowly making its way inside me. I wrapped my fingers around his erection, guiding him in, and he hissed the moment my hand made contact with his hot shaft.
My body greedily sucked him in.
“Gage, you feel so good already.”
“Keep doing that,” he grated out. “Keep saying my name.”
“It’s been a while for me.”
“For me too, love. We’ll manage somehow.”
I laughed.
Smiling himself, he primed me with a series of small thrusts until my body opened up for him. Then, he went still, and my walls gripped him of their own volition. Once we were both acclimated, he started to withdraw.
“By the way, Allen and I never had se?— ”
He thrust. “Don’t say his name, ever again, while I’m fucking you, sweetheart.”
“Yes, sir.”
“What’s that, love?”
“I mean, yes, Gage …sir.”
His lips brushed mine. “That’s my girl.”
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as our bodies moved together in concert, my hips rolling in response to his thrusts. He kissed me again, and as his tongue slid between my lips, I questioned my decree to keep things purely physical.
Fuck that.
This man felt so that I was ready to kill Dana for propositioning him. No one else was allowed to be on the receiving end of his pleasure or the slow, deep strokes of his tongue.
He was mine.
Only mine.
“What if…we kept doing this?” I asked, sucking on his top lip.
He kissed me again, deeper, matching the kiss to the rhythm of our bodies. When he pulled away, I could still taste him. My lips throbbed. My nipples pebbled against his chest.
“You thought we’d stop?” he asked. “No, ma’am. I’ll keep having you. In fact, I plan to keep you.”
I tightened my legs around his waist, my back sliding against the wall. Then, he stopped, pulled out, and set me on my feet. He grabbed an empty crate and flipped it over.
“Stand on this and bend over for me, sweetheart. I want to get deeper.”
I did as I was told.
He’d positioned the crate so that I could brace my palms against the door. Then he entered me again, and I barely squelched a cry in the crook of my elbow.
He hit spots I forgot I had.
“Deeper” was an understatement.
Even the sound of our bodies slapping together added to my desire, which mounted higher and higher with each strike.
“Fuck, Gage…”
My moans grew louder, longer.
“You feel it, sweetheart?”
“Uh-huh.”
I lowered one hand to play with my clit, and the combined sensations soon had me racing toward climax and crying his name each time our bodies connected.
“That’s a good girl, love. Play with your pussy and come for me.”
I bit down on my arm as I came, gasping and shuddering. He groaned and went motionless, and I felt the moment he released, pulsing against my orgasm-sensitive flesh, our harsh breaths replacing the rhythmic slap of our bodies.
Once our heartbeats returned to normal, he pulled out to remove the condom. By the time I found the strength to turn around, he was on me again, grabbing my ass with one hand while dropping a kiss on my lips. I returned the kiss, knowing it wouldn’t be long until I was ready for him again.
“You enjoyed yourself?” he asked, his lips brushing mine.
I nodded. “Very much.”
“So, who told you? How’d you find out about me and Ari?”
“When I was coming to check on Ari that first day, I overheard your conversation.”
“And you made me wait that long to have you?” He squeezed my ass cheek and kissed my forehead. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you, love?”
The growing erection between us was evidence enough.
“Just so you know, we can leave this as it is,” I said.
He eased back. “No. As a matter of fact, I plan to fuck you again in about five minutes.” His dick slapped my stomach. “Or less.”
“No, I mean that we can leave things purely physical. No strings attached. Too much shit can happen, and I don’t think it makes sense to get attached.”
“Is this because of your fake boyfriend? Because you might have noticed—I don’t give a fuck about his feelings.”
“I have noticed, but I don’t mean that we have sex with other people,” I clarified. “There’s no one at this camp I want more than you, and I don’t want anybody but you. But I’d prefer it if we didn’t do the public displays of affection thing. No falling asleep together, no holding hands. Nothing outside of…this.”
He smoothed my brow with his thumb. “So, you want us to fuck in storage closets and, occasionally, in a room if we can get away. But outside of that, no touching in public. No,” he lowered his head and brushed his lips over mine, “kissing in public. Only behind closed doors.”
“Yes.”
He pulled my shirt off and drew in a sharp breath when my naked breasts popped out. I started to give him my usual spiel about not being well-endowed up top, but he dipped his head and sucked.
Moaning, I gripped his shoulders.
“Okay, Doc.” He grazed my nipple with his teeth. “That’s fine with me.”
Disappointment smacked me in the face.
Although this was what I wanted, I couldn’t figure out where the disappointment was coming from. It wasn’t as if I’d expected him to fight me on the issue, and I wasn’t wrong; a relationship would be pointless. Death was too close at hand. Then, keeping things physical would help to stave off jealousy, with one exception—if I caught Dana flashing him her breasts again, I would throw her to the wolves.
“This crate was one of my best ideas yet,” he said, lowering to his knees. “In my dreams, you always suddenly became tall enough for me to carry out all of my filthiest desires. Put your leg on my shoulder.”
Again, I obeyed, and at the first flick of his tongue, I reached toward the drawer where I kept my secret stash of condoms.