20. Gage
Gage
I ’m not sure how I made it through our first encounter without slamming my cock inside of Lily, but I’m not going to make that same mistake tonight. Not when this wild beast is howling inside of me, commanding me to stake a claim.
After three years without fucking, I’m going to make this woman mine.
The hold she has on my resolve is unsettling.
If I was gifted with the superpower to teleport, I wouldn’t be in this predicament. Since I’m only human, I had to rely on my wheels to get us to her hotel.
It turns out, you can drive a car with a cock so hard, it’s like a third leg.
That would explain why I burned rubber to get to the Pompadour in record time. That, and because I was losing my goddamn mind. The arousing combination of the floral note of Lily’s perfume and her heady scent lingered in the car during the drive.
It was excruciating.
The longer it takes me to get inside of her sweet pussy, the more feral I become. I wanted to pull over, unzip her shorts, and dive between her legs to eat her out like a famished man. My only consolation was knowing with each mile, I was getting closer to the hotel.
As hot and sinful as that make-out session in the storage room was, I need more.
Finger-fucking her pussy wasn’t enough. I need my mouth on the woman who consumed my dreams last night. I’m desperate to feel the swell of her clit against my tongue and taste the sweetness of her slick juices.
I didn’t expect the dirty action in the elevator.
The fact she was willing to let me make her come in public made that little episode hotter than hell.
I didn’t peg Lily as an exhibitionist.
She may come across as sweet and innocent, but she’s open to me corrupting her.
I like her even more.
When we reach her floor, I grab her hand, and exit the packed elevator. I grasp her around the waist and drag her with a determined step to her room.
We come to a stop in front of her door.
I extend a hand. “Your card key.”
She rummages through her clutch, produces it, and drops it in my expectant palm.
I swipe it, and let her in, following right behind her.
She drops her clutch on the console near the door, turns the light on, and dims them low.
Good girl.
I scan the room. “Where’s the bathroom?”
Confused blue eyes stare up at me. “You need to use the bathroom?”
“That wasn’t my question. ”
“There’s a small bathroom in the corridor, but there’s a larger one with a hot tub near the bedroom.”
“That’ll do.” I sweep her off her feet.
“Gage, I can walk.”
“I know, but this is much faster.”
“I can remove my heels and walk barefoot.”
Hell no. “The heels stay on.”
I march us through the dimly lit suite and into the bathroom, kick the door shut, and set Lily down on her feet.
She turns on the light. “You have something against beds?”
I do.
Opening that can of worms would kill the mood.
I busy myself undressing, avoiding her questioning gaze.
“You’re not going to answer?”
She’s not going to let this go. “Why be predictable? I don’t do vanilla. Not to mention, you deserve so much better than boring.”
She doesn’t have a comeback.
End of discussion.
I unbutton my shirt. I’m about to remove it, but the way she’s eating me up pushes me to put on a show for her. Slow and easy, I peel it off my body.
Her breathing roughens as her eyes roam over my naked chest.
Under her lustful gaze, my cock hardens.
“Good God. Your body…”
“You like what you see?”
She approaches me.
“It’s one thing to have a handsome face, but when you combine that with…”—she waves a manicured finger up and down the length of my body—“wow.”
Her reaction is amusing.
“Are you buttering me up, Miss Schuyler, so I make you come again?”
She shakes her head. “You have that rugged gorgeousness I’ve never seen before. And you’re built like an Olympian god.”
My brows hike up to my forehead, surprised by her compliment.
“The tattoos…” Her eyes move around my chest and arms. “The muscles…” Her gaze bounces from my biceps to my legs, before settling on my stomach.
“I’ve heard of a six-pack, but you’re sporting an eight-pack, or is it a ten-pack?
” She’s on a roll. “You’re even more intimidating half-naked than you are all dressed-up in a power suit. ”
“Are you done objectifying me?”
Her eyes grow wide.
I wink. “I’m pulling your leg. You can drool as much as you want… as long as I get to cast my eyes on your heavenly body.”
A beautiful rosy shade creeps up her cheeks. “You want me naked?”
“How else am I going to get my mouth on your pussy?”
The crimson shade coloring her cheeks deepens.
“Strip for me.” My tone brooks no argument.
She does as she’s told.
She reaches around and unzips her top, before pulling it over her head, exposing beautiful creamy, pale skin.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
I should remove my jeans, but I’m so fascinated, I can only admire the show.
She’s about to toss her top on the floor, but I take it from her and hang it along with my shirt on a hook on the back of the door.
She unzips her shorts, shimmies them past her ass, and bends over to push them down her legs. In doing so, she flashes me in the mirror.
My exhale comes out hard, thanks to all the blood in my body rushing south to my cock. The arousing wet spot between her legs makes my mouth water, eager to taste her.
She straightens and steps out of the shorts to pool at her feet, kicking them to the side.
A carefree move that surprises me.
I don’t have time to dwell on it.
She’s down to her underwear.
I almost swallow my damn tongue at the sight of the sexy blush-colored bra and panties combo.
God knew what he was doing when he created this woman.
Lily’s natural beauty is arresting.
Her eyes drop to her feet, forcing my gaze to her dainty toes painted in a bright pink shade.
She bends over.
“What are you doing?”
“Removing my heels.”
“I said, those stay on.”
“Oh—okay.” She blinks. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“You mean, take a hookup back to your place—in this case your hotel—keeping your heels on while you’re naked, or forfeiting the bed for something less vanilla?”
“All of the above.”
I nod.
Welcome to the jungle, princess.
She pulls her lower lip between her teeth and stares up at me from underneath her long, dark lashes. She’s vulnerable, sweet, and feisty. A trifecta that’s irresistible.
“Aren’t you going to remove your jeans?” she says.
“You want me naked?” I borrow her words.
She laughs.
The most wonderful sound in the world .
Without breaking my gaze with hers, I toe off my shoes and remove my socks. I unbuckle my belt, unzip my jeans, and push them down my legs. Stepping out of them, I snatch them from the floor and place them on the hook behind me. I keep my boxers on because I need to ease her into this.
Lily’s eyes drop to my crotch before bouncing up to meet my gaze.
She does that a few times.
I’m sure the outline of my hungry bulge can be seen from Pluto.
She blinks. “Wh––what about your boxer briefs?”
“You show me yours, and I’ll show you mine, princess.”
“Tit for tat?”
I shake my head. “I’m being a gentleman. Ladies first.”
I’m rewarded with a cocky smile.
She unhooks her bra, slides it down her arms, and tosses it at me.
I catch it.
She wiggles her sexy little body out of her panties and throws them at me.
I catch them as well, but I’m too distracted by the vision in front of me to bring them to my nose to enjoy her heady scent.
I suck in a shallow breath before a rough sound drops from my lips.
Feeling her well-groomed pussy hair as I played with her is one thing. Seeing the neat landing strip of dark pubic hair is another. Her breasts are a work of art. They’re not enormous, but they’re perfect.
And those taut, pink nipples…
Damn.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” I say as if in a daze.
She blushes.
“Your turn.” She gestures a finger up and down my body.
“Not yet.”
“Not fair.”
“Remember what I said, ladies first.”
I lift her off her feet, walk us to the counter, and drop her fine ass on the surface.
I place my hips between her parted legs.
Those beautiful sapphire eyes drop to my chest, taking in my tattoos before meeting my gaze.
Under the light, her eyes sparkle.
“Do your tattoos have a significance?”
Fuck. That subject is a guaranteed boner killer.
I fold my lip between my teeth.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”
I exhale. “Most of my tattoos are intricate custom designs—art I like—but a few have a personal significance. Like the tattoo of the cross, rosary, and rose.”
“What does it mean?”
“It’s…” …to remember someone I lost. I let out a breath.
“I’m asking too many questions.”
I can’t handle the answer to your question.
She shrugs. “It doesn’t matter. Your tattoos are pretty badass.”
“None of the guys you’ve been with before have been inked?”
Her eyes widen. “No.”
“You disapprove of tattoos?”
She shakes her head. “Not at all.”
“You’re stepping out of your comfort zone with me?”
“Way, way out.”
“I’m good for you.”
“That still remains to be determined.”
I’ll show you, little one.
My hand skims up and over her rib cage. Her skin is smooth and baby-soft. I grope her tit, wedging her nipple between my fingers before pulling.
She shivers.
I hope you enjoyed the warmup.
I change things up.
I twist her nipple hard.
She lets out a sharp breath and folds over.
I sooth my sweet punishment by circling my open palm over her nipple.
“You’re a cruel man.”
“Let me make it better.”
I lean forward, my tongue fondling her tits with avarice. I want these in my mouth every fucking day. Needing more, I pull her pretty little nipple between my lips and suck on it like I’m trying to draw milk.
She moans and her hand snakes in my hair.
Dammit.
It’s been a long time. Too long. In the past few years, adulting and tragedy have done a damn good job at fucking with my desire for pussy.
My hand slides down her stomach and slips between her pussy lips, encountering her slick wetness.
She’s so fucking ready for me.