Chapter 18 #3
“What the fu–” The word chokes off as Gage drives into me.
His cock stretches my walls and I take a deep breath, trying to relax my body as he drops one hand over my head. “That’s it, Lily, you can take it.” He claims my lips, grinding against me, filling me until I can’t even think.
Then he pulls out.
I growl against his mouth, my walls clamping around him in protest, and I swear he smiles.
The vibrator clicks on and he pushes it inside me, teasing my entrance as he kisses me. I rock my hips, driving the vibrator deeper. When I do that, Gage takes it out, the tip barely touching my entrance.
“Please,” I rasp, breaking away from the kiss.
“Not yet,” he sits back on his heels, hands on my hips. “Turn over.”
“Are you going to let me come?”
“Eventually.”
I scowl.
He bites his bottom lip to keep from laughing.
Desperate to finally come, I roll over and get to my knees, dropping my chest to the mattress and arching to give him a better view. “Come on, Gage, you know you want to fuck me.”
The vibrator pushes into me again. “Baby, I don’t want to fuck you.
I want to own you.” To prove his point, he clicks the vibrator three times, putting it at the highest setting and driving it in and out of me.
I pant, the clit teaser making my body spasm, and pinch my eyes closed, praying he’ll finally give me what I want.
But somehow, like every time before, he knows right when I’m at that point, and turns off the vibrator.
I slap my palm against the sheets and glare at him over my shoulder. “You’re really starting to make me mad.”
He sets the vibrator aside, positioning himself behind me. “Is that so?”
“I want. To come.”
“I know.” He slots himself at my hole, gliding one hand up my back and taking a fist full of hair. He tugs and slams into me so hard a cry tears from my lips. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
He sets a punishing pace, hips slapping against mine, a firm grasp on my hair to keep me right where he wants me. I have no control, and I’ve never been more okay with it because finally, fucking finally I’m closer than I’ve been all night to coming. This is it. He’s going to give it to me.
Only he doesn’t. He waits until I’m out of breath, trembling, so close to the edge, and slides out of me.
All I can do is whine. “Please, Gage.”
“Not yet.” He turns me over, sits on his ass and helps me straddle his hips. I reach between us, lining him up right where I want him, and glare at him as I slide down his length.
“You’re going to let me come.”
“No, I’m not,” he rasps as I circle my hips.
“Yes,” I say, grabbing his throat and dragging his mouth to mine. “You will.”
“No.”
I bite his bottom lip, and he groans. “Yes.”
“No, baby, you’re going to make yourself come.” He slaps my ass. “Ride me.”
Not quite trusting him to let me find my release, I waste no time doing as he says. I bounce up and down, finding my rhythm, holding on to him as I fuck him. My head falls back and Gage kisses and sucks on my throat, a deep throated hum rumbling against me as I grind with him deep inside and gasp.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Gage’s dick pulses, nearly making me come, but it’s out of reach. Too far from all his teasing. Gage grabs the back of my neck and slams our mouths together.
“You can do it, fuck me, Lily.”
“I-can’t,” I say, completely out of breath, though I keep trying. I ride him hard and fast, and he helps me keep the pace, tugging me down harder and harder until I’m sure one of us will break.
“Right there, Lily, you’re almost there.”
How can he be so sure? I do as he says anyway, pushing myself until my thighs burn and beg me to stop, until every muscle tightens and sounds spill out of me.
The world narrows to a singular point. Me and Gage.
His cock deep inside, hard lower stomach pressed against my clit.
Anticipation shoots through me. My core clenches.
My mouth parts, and euphoria crashes into me.
I bite his shoulder to soften my scream as I come harder than I ever have before. Gage groans and tries to push himself deeper, his muscles trembling too.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come.”
My walls clamp around him, and I hum, still reveling in the aftermath of my orgasm. He practically whines, and I do it again, deciding to play nice and let him come too. For all his torture, I’m not mad he made me wait.
“You’re a fucking goddess,” he tells me as he grinds up and releases a strangled sound, cock pulsing as his hot cum sprays inside me. The warmth has me crying out again, coming for the second time from his release alone.
When we finally recover and fall onto the bed, he pulls me back against his chest and kisses my shoulder. “Are you mad?”
“No,” I confess.
His lips kick up against my skin. “Good answer.”
“Don’t do it again.”
“Have you learned nothing?” he asks, kissing up my throat.
Oh, I’ve learned plenty. The best way to get a mind-blowing orgasm is to boss him around and I plan to do just that. I keep that part to myself for now as his fingers glide between my slit, smiling into my pillow as he starts another round of edging.