17. Lily #3
A little frisson of pleasure runs down my spine.
I snap out of my lust-filled stupor and remember how incensed I am by his over-the-top display of masculine power.
“You’re taking this bodyguard role way too seriously,” I say, coating my words with an extra layer of annoyance.
“You’re right.”
That isn’t the answer I expected.
His big body is standing right in front of me, vibrating with… with… with… I’m not sure with what.
Argh.
“I was supposed to stay away from you?—”
“Why didn’t you?”
He steps up to me, clamps a hand behind my neck and pulls me towards him, and I stumble on my heels.
My breath catches.
My flight or fight mode kicks into high gear.
“Because I couldn’t.”
My brain doesn’t have time to compute his admission. Gage’s mouth crashes against mine.
Oh.
My.
God.
I moan into the kiss.
My insides flutter as if a swarm of butterflies were taking flight.
My hand lands on his muscular chest.
His lips grow more demanding by the second.
He forces his tongue inside my mouth. I welcome the intrusion.
His tongue swirls with mine in a passionate dance—you’d think I’ve never been kissed before.
I match his ardor, tongue stroke for tongue stroke.
The taste of strong liquor indicates he’s been drinking tonight.
How long was he at the club before approaching Cesar and me?
With each heartbeat, the fieriness of the kiss creeps up to dangerous levels, threatening to scorch my body.
I lose my balance, as my legs go wobbly, heat swelling between my pussy lips.
He tightens his grip around my waist, fusing our bodies together as he deepens the kiss.
An intoxicating charge shoots straight to my clit.
“Fuck, Lily.” The gruff voice I’m used to is as soft as a caress. “Do you feel how hard you make me?” He tilts his hips up, pressing his impressive bulge into me.
Mother Mary.
The man is huge.
“Oh.” That’s the most I can muster up right now. My mind is racing, trying to piece together how we went from duking it out to him pressing his cock against me.
He’s unrepentant when he takes possession of my lips again.
His first kiss was intense, but this smoldering-hot make-out session threatens to make me lose my freaking mind.
What a departure from what I’m used to.
Our tongues tangle and swirl, intertwined in a sexy tango.
It’s as if his mouth is savoring mine.
It’s hot as fuck.
I hold onto his arms to avoid drowning in his kiss.
With a hand pressing against the small of my back, he brings my body flush to his. With a feral grunt, he grinds his rock-hard cock against me.
Heated lust rushes through my veins .
My clit tingles with need.
I tilt my hips, seeking salvation.
The height difference makes it awkward, but that doesn’t stop me.
Gage’s lips flirt with mine. “What do you want?”
His voice is a drug.
“I––” I want you to make me come.
It’s on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t bring myself to let the words leave my lips. Too many years walking a straight and narrow line will do that to a girl.
Unwilling to admit I can’t find my lady balls, I shake my head.
The last thing I want is for him to see I’m a little wet behind the ears.
“No, that’s not an answer,” he says.
I clench my fingers around the fabric of his shirt, bunching it into my fist.
“What do you want from me?” The gruff undertone in his voice returns.
“Gage…” His name comes out in a breathless plea.
He leans into me until his lips are flirting with my earlobe. “These shorts will haunt my dirty wet dreams for years to come.”
Me? His dirty wet dream?
His admission has the same effect as a bush fire blazing across its path.
He reaches out and brushes his knuckles over my breasts, eliciting a shiver that runs from the top of my head all the way down to my painted toes.
Since the design of the silk top doesn’t allow for a padded bra, my lacy bra does a shit job at hiding my arousal.
Even a blind man could see my hard nipples scratching against the fabric, puckering with need .
“Fuck, those protruding peaks are so fucking beautiful.” His fingers caress my swollen nipple over my top, and tweak it.
I let out a high-pitched sound.
“Shhh,” he says.
I nod, my head bobbing in a jerky movement.
“Good girl.” His eyes are hooded beneath his thick, dark eyelashes.
His hands travel down my body until his fingers close around my thighs.
I gasp.
With a feathered touch, his fingers caress my thighs until they’re nestled between my legs.
I hitch a breath, but I don’t ask him to stop.
“You make it impossible for me to stop thinking of you, Lily.”
I’m so turned on, I’m dripping.
He leans close, his hot breath feathering across my lips. “Tell me if this is one-sided?”
“I thought you didn’t like me.”
He removes his hand from between my legs and presses his hard cock against me. “Does it feel like I don’t like you?”
Holy shit, he’s even harder now.
This man is impressive all over.
I’m glad it’s dark because my face is on fire.
His hands travel down my back before cupping my ass cheeks and squeezing hard.
My eyes roll into the back of my head.
The sensory stimulation is dizzying.
“Fuck, your ass feels so good in my hands.”
Granted, this is a little Jekyll and Hyde, but holy fuck is it ever hot. “You—you’re confusing me.”
“You took me by surprise last night, when I dropped you off and again with that text,” he says.
“The one you never answered?”
He takes a step forwards, forcing me back against a wall, pinning me there.
Shit.
He places two fingers underneath my chin, forcing my attention to him. He leans into me, his mouth flirting with mine, sending my pulse leaping at the base of my neck.
“I can assure you, I wanted to do a hell of a lot more than answer your text. I wanted to get behind the wheel of my car and drive to your hotel, bust down the door, and wish you sweet dreams in person with my mouth on your pussy.”
“Oh.”
“I jerked off in the shower with that blatant invitation on my mind and visions of doing dirty things to you as punishment for taunting me. I came so fucking hard, I thought I was going to pass out.”
I’m so shellshocked by his lewd admission, I can only stare in disbelief.
“Am I still confusing you, angel?”
“Err…”
“What was that?”
I open and close my mouth like a fish.
He ducks his head, locking his eyes with mine. “That text was a tease. You know it. I know it.”
Answering would incriminate me.
“You wanted to poke the bear, Goldilocks? Game on. Now you’re going to live with the consequences.”
With his gaze fixed on me, he unbuttons my shorts
He waits for a beat, as if waiting for me to protest.
When I don’t, he proceeds to lower the zipper.
In the emptiness of the room, I can hear the illicit sound over my ragged breathing.
His hand snakes inside my panties until it’s nestled between my pussy lips. Long fingers explore my wetness, teasing my clit, causing my core to clench, and my thighs to tremble.
My mouth drops open, my eyelashes flutter, and my fingernails bite into his forearms, as if that’s all it takes to contain this blissful sensation.
This is so lewd.
So wrong.
So unlike me.
Yet, it’s so, so good.
He growls in a low, deep voice. The rich timbre is enough to make me shudder.
“You’re so fucking wet for me.”
It’s not a question.
Not that I’d waste my time denying how my body is reacting to him.
I added a new chapter to my LA adventure by being here tonight, surrounded by all the celebrities. Getting down and dirty with Gage Hollingsworth in a storage room when his friends are only a few feet away, is a finale I never saw coming.
Evidently, I’m tapping into the badass that materialized herself yesterday in my hotel room. The one that pushed me out of my comfort zone when I was giving myself pleasure, thinking of Gage. And now, she’s the one taking over as this gorgeous man does naughty things to me.
I’ve never been this promiscuous. Ever.
I’m the girl who colors inside the lines.
I’m engulfed in a hedonistic bubble of his making and I have no intention fighting it. That, and the excruciating ache between my legs is unbearable.
I give myself to him without an ounce of shame.
The giant of a man towering over me makes it impossible to want to put an end to a good thing .
His masterful fingers never stop teasing me, taking me higher and higher.
A freaking tsunami of pleasure washes over me.
Gage is working my clit with the same dexterity as a talented musician plays an instrument.
A throaty, pleading sound I don’t recognize leaves my lips. “You’re going to make me come.”
“That’s the plan.”
In an attempt to slow things down, I reach for his cock.
“Tsk.” He brushes my hand away. “Did I give you permission to touch my cock?”
Holy shit.
I’m taken aback by the question. And the authoritative tone.
I’m an unruly student, being chastised by the principal.
I hesitate. “No.”
“This is about you. I want to make you come and I want my name on your lips when you do. Got it?”
I nod.
“I’m not a mind reader. Words. I want words.”
“Yes,” I say in a faint voice.
“We’re on the same page.” His fingers keep moving on me, rubbing circles around my clit before he sinks them deep inside me.
My eyes slam shut, as an explosive sensation of pleasure bursts through me.
“No, angel. I want your eyes on me.”
Mr. Grumpy Pants is commanding as fuck.
I open them, meeting his gaze.
“Good girl,” he says.
I’m no match for this man.
“You’re going to be fucking beautiful when you come for me. ”
His words detonate something in me.
His fingers alternate between teasing my clit and filling my pulsing pussy.
I’m so close to the edge, I can’t think straight. Let alone breathe.
My core clenches with such force, I swear, I see stars.
“You’re close.”
“Yes.”
He picks up the pace.
Goosebumps pebble up and down my body as shockwaves of heat zip through me, threatening to make me dizzy.
“Don’t stop.”
My legs are wobbly as he skates over my clit again, and again, and again.
My hips tremble.
I’m there. I’m so there.