21. Lily #3
“You know how to laugh?” I shake my head. “Wow. I didn’t think it was part of a curmudgeon’s DNA.”
“What’s a curmudgeon?”
“A bad-tempered geezer,” I say. “Who are you, imposter?” And what have you done with the real Gage Hollingsworth?”
“Smart ass.”
My grin is epic.
He lifts me from my seat, placing me between him and the table so I’m standing in the V of his thighs.
Okay, that was impressive.
God the man is strong.
With rough hands, he rips open the robe I’m wearing, leaving my body bare, save for my blush-colored panties.
I gasp.
His green eyes lift to meet mine before lowering to my body.
He growls, drinking me up. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
I blush. “You keep saying that.”
“Because it’s true.”
My blush deepens, turning my whole face as hot—and I’m sure as red—as a stove burner .
He reaches for my underwear and bunches the lacy fabric in a large fist.
I expect him to tug aside the strip of material that shields my pussy, but that’s not what happens.
Rip.
Holy. Hell.
“Those were new.”
He checks the label. “French Appliqué. Noted. Don’t worry your pretty little head. I’ll replace them so I can rip them off your sexy body again, and again, and again.”
When he puts it that way, who am I to say no?
He run his finger down my slit until it glides between my pussy lips.
I gasp, folding over, using his broad shoulders for support.
“Since I’m the first cock you’ve ever had, I need to fuck you hard, in every position, multiple times so you never forget me. I want to ruin it for all the fuckers that will come after me.”
His filthy promise resonates all the way to my clit.
“So far, it’s been easy for me to put blinders on my needs—fucking my fist for salvation—that’s until a sexy little thing with raven hair and big, beautiful blue eyes the color of gemstones, came crashing into my life.
My cock wanted to come out and play with the sexiest woman on the fucking planet. ” He’s not done rocking my world.
If I thought I was wet before, now, my inner thighs are turning slick with my own juices.
“So, we’re gonna play some more?”
I nod, as if in a trance.
He leans forward and nips at my sensitive nipple with his teeth.
I let out a sound I’ve never heard slip from my lips before.
“Words. If I have to ask again, I’ll have to bite harder.”
“Yes. ”
“Yes, what?”
“I want to play some more.”
“Better.”
My whole body is buzzing.
As if things weren’t too hot to handle, Gage wraps my shredded lacy panties around his cock. With his eyes on me, he strokes himself up and down in a tight fist.
Stunned, my mouth drops in an O.
Oh. My. God.
For a long moment, I forget to breathe as I stare wide-eyed at him working his cock.
When his other hand cups his big balls, I press my legs together, in the hopes of alleviating the aching need.
“Did I give you permission to do that?”
I stop all movement. “Err… No.”
“Then, don’t.”
He lets go of his balls and swipes the tip of his fingers over the wet head of his cock.
My mind is blown into smithereens at the raunchy sight.
“Open up.”
Huh?
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
I open wide.
“Clean my fingers with your tongue.”
My eyelashes flutter in surprise.
He cocks an eyebrow.
I hesitate at first, but stick my tongue out.
I run the tip along his fingers.
His saltiness hits my taste buds full force.
“Good girl.” He brings my panties to his nose and inhales. “I can’t wait for my face to smell like your tight little pussy. Have you ever sat on a man’s face, Lily?”
I frown. “I don’t understand. ”
“You sit on my face, and I gorge on your pussy. I might even reward you by finger fucking your ass. If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you ride my face reverse cowgirl style so I can stroke your G-spot and make your pussy gush like a fucking waterfall.”
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
My mind struggles to compute what he said, but my body reacts favorably to the possibilities.
“You’ve never tried that before?”
That would be a definite no. “Never.”
“We’ll have to try it…”
Yes, please.
He taps his thigh. “Straddle my legs.”
I don’t move.
I’m paralyzed.
His long legs are parted wide.
How the hell is this going to work with my short legs?
He brings his legs closer together, as if he’s able to read my thoughts. “You’ll use my shoulders for support.”
I’m a little awkward, but I assume the position.
We’re so close. I’m sure he can hear the frantic beating of my heart.
“Lower your hips for me. I want your pussy hovering over my cock.”
“Aren’t you going to use a condom?”
“I’m not going to fuck you yet. I want your clit to get acquainted with my tip.”
Jesus Christ.
Jean-Philippe’s bedroom vocabulary extended to a few go-to phrases.
“Tu me suces ma bite géante et tu me lèches mes couilles.”
Translation: Suck my enormous cock and my balls .
His cock wasn’t enormous, but I never pointed that out.
“Je veux une branlette espagnole ce soir.”
Translation: I want to fuck your boobs tonight.
“J’aime jouer avec ta petite chatte.”
Translation: I love playing with your pussy.
For that last one, he’d add disturbing meowing sounds.
Compared to the Frenchman, Gage holds a PhD degree in dirty talking.
Come to think about it, it was all about Jean-Philippe.
Selfish asshole cheater.
“Is that okay with you?”
Gage’s question forces me back to the moment.
If my clit getting acquainted with his tip results in me having another core-shaking orgasm, I’m all in. “More than okay.”
He places a hand on my hip, positioning me the way he wants.
When his slick tip glides over my clit, I let out a long moan.
Granted, his head is much wider than the tips of my fingers, I was unprepared for the flurry of new sensations.
I relish them all.
He does it again.
Good God.
My fingers claw their way into his thick, silky hair, and my head lolls back.
The lewd sound of his slickness circling my clit is so hot.
Round and round.
With each revolution, he takes me higher and higher.
I curl my arms around his head, plowing my fingers in his hair, drawing him closer. If I don’t, I’m liable to tumble backwards.
This is too good. Too sinful. Too hedonistic.
All movement stops .
“What’s wrong?”
“Do you want to come?”
I’m a bit taken aback by the question.
“Answer me.”
“Yes.” The word rushes out of my mouth.
“In that case, don’t let me do all the work.”
Holy hardball. “I didn’t know I could be turned on by this level of dominance.”
“You were waiting for me.”
Horror washes over me. My inner voice wasn’t as quiet as I would’ve hoped.
I blush from ear to ear.
“I wasn’t supposed to hear that?”
I shake my head.
He drops a tender kiss on my lips. “I’m glad I did.”
I smile.
I can’t take it back. And even if I could, I’m not sure I would.
“That means we’re on the same page,” he says. “You surrendering so beautifully to me turns me on because you trust me enough to let go.”
Slap!
“What was that for?”
“Back to work, dirty girl.”
Gage picks up where he left off.
My hips rock back and forth as the tip of his cock grazes my clit.
This is beyond naughty.
“Please don’t stop. Please. It’s perfect. It’s... oh God, oh God, oh my fucking God.”
His lips split in a cocky grin. He knows I’m on the verge of delirium, and he’s enjoying every sinful second of it.
He inserts a finger inside his mouth and licks it. Without warning, he slides his digit inside my sacred place. A place where no man has ever been before.
I’m so stunned, I’m rendered speechless.
“Don’t freeze up on me,” he says. “Keep working your clit on my head.”
My hips sway.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
My whole body shakes as I chase after my orgasm.
The intrusion of his finger is foreign and pleasurable at the same time.
My pussy’s practically weeping, desperate for release.
“Use my cock.”
Dear God.
There are no words.
Gage alternates between dragging his swollen tip through my slickness and skating his head over my clit. His bare, tattooed chest heaves, a fine sheen of sweat coating his divine muscles.
What a sight.
My clit hums and it’s a struggle to breathe.
“I want you to come so fucking hard all over my cock, you’ll forget how to say anything but my name.”
I’m nearly there.
He accelerates my climax when he gropes my breast before closing his mouth over my nipple and biting hard.
“Oh, Gage?—”
I dive off the cliff into an abyss of pleasure.
I’ve traveled to a distant magical land where men are sworn to oath and face death if they don’t always make their sexual partner come so hard, they momentarily black out.
I never want to leave this fairyland.
Heck, I don’t even want to leave LA at this point .
When I go back to New York, this transcendental experience will only be a memory. What are the chances of finding a lover that matches Gage’s prowess?
“You’re still with me, angel?”
“I… I’m not sure.”
He chuckles.
I untangle myself from his body so our eyes meet. Since my disheveled locks are obstructing my view, I brush my curtain of hair away from my face.
Gage’s handsome face is almost unrecognizable.
The hunger I read in his eyes burns hot and wild and causes my pussy to pulsate. Again?
A horrible thought hits me. “You didn’t come?”
His huge cock is still nestled between my pussy lips.
“I always take care of you first.”
A warm smile splits my lips. “That’s so considerate.”
His expression changes.
“Let me guess. Mr. Cheater Douchebag made sure his needs were satisfied before yours.”
I respond with a one-shoulder shrug.
“Not with me. You always come first.”
I’m at a loss for words.
In case there weren’t enough reasons to like this man, he gave me an extra one.
Gage Hollingsworth is setting the bar too high.
He’s fucked me once so far, and he’s ruined it for all others.
The realization smacks me hard in the face.
I’m so screwed.
A pang catches in my chest.
This attraction is ill advised. Dangerous, even.
I try to slide off him.
His eyes narrow as if he senses my mounting panic, his hands closing around my hips. “Where are you going? ”
“I should reciprocate. You know… a blowjob.”
“Baby, a blowjob is supposed to be pleasurable for you and for me. You’re as tense as a politician on election day. What happened?”
I shake my head. “Nothing.”
“What if I don’t want a blowjob?”
I roll my eyes. “Every man wants a blowjob.”
“How many guys have you been with to entitle you to make such a blanket generalization?”
Ouch.
“Don’t you dare put me in the same category as Mr. Cheater Douchebag. I’m not a selfish asshole.”
I’m stumped.
He brings a hand to my face, cradling my jaw, his wintergreen eyes searching mine. “I can’t wait to fuck your pretty little mouth, but only if you want to suck my cock, and not as a way of deflecting whatever it is you’re hiding from me.”
Busted.
A few long seconds tick by.
“You make me feel good.” You also make me feel good about myself. Men in my life tend to do the contrary.
“And that’s a bad thing?”
Yes, because our time together is limited. “No.”
“I didn’t think so.”
Gage’s hard mouth crashes over mine, his tongue delving deep, dancing with my own, quieting my mind with thorough strokes. I let go of my insecurities and give in to the kiss, matching his fervor.
A low groan of satisfaction simmers in his throat.
When he pulls back, he stares at me with half-lidded eyes. “I’m not done making you feel good, Lily. Not by a long shot.”