26. Gage
Gage
I t’s another excruciating ride up to Lily’s suite, crammed in an elevator with a bunch of animated Italians.
I thought it was going to be the two of us, but at the last second, a hand slammed against the rubber, preventing the doors from closing.
A flood of smiley faces poured into the car.
I wasn’t planning on fucking her in the elevator, but I was hoping for a repeat of yesterday––her in my arms, rubbing her pussy over my jeans covered cock.
Now, I have to wait.
It’s only a few minutes, but even that is too long.
All the blood in my body has rushed south. To say my cock is rock hard would be an understatement. The fucker is so swollen, it’s jammed up behind the zipper of my jeans, I have to grit my teeth during the ride up.
Jesus Christ, I have a pulsing trunk between my legs.
Lily is a sexy submissive.
She could’ve balked in protest at my demand, but she didn’t.
Watching her finger-fuck her pussy in my car while we were cruising down Santa Monica Boulevard nearly had me coming.
I will never be able to drive down that major artery again without thinking of Lily.
The sight of her stripped of all shame and willing to submit to my dominance was as mind altering as a drug. And I need another dose.
When we hit her floor, I thank all the angels up above.
I exit the elevator and drag her by the hand behind me as my long legs eat the carpeted floor.
Something potent surges in my blood with each step.
I’m horny as fuck. My balls are about to explode.
She’s to blame, and she needs to fix it right the fuck now.
I’ve never felt this level of raw desire before, and it’s driving me out of my damn mind. One dose of Lily Schuyler and I’m being led around by my dick.
When we arrive at her door, I extend a hand.
I don’t even have to say a word.
My docile pet hands me her key card.
I swipe it over the keypad and open the door.
I let her in first and follow right behind her.
The door closes, locking us inside.
Let the games begin.
She drops her designer handbag and the freezer bag containing the ice cream on the console, and makes to enter the suite.
No, you don’t, princess. “You stay where you are.”
Her step halts.
She turns around.
A flash of worry gleams in her eyes.
“Bad girls who disobey, get what’s coming to them.”
Her pupils dilate, the blue darkening to an intense, dark sapphire shade.
“I want you naked. ”
Her eyes bounce around the entrance before fixing her gaze onto me. She wrinkles her adorable nose at me. “Here?”
“Here.”
“Why don’t we go to the bedroom?”
“You’re in no position to make demands.”
She bites her bottom lip, and it has my cock swelling.
I lean against the door and cross my arms, waiting.
She stares at me.
I stare right back.
I’m not standing down.
She lowers herself to the floor and undoes her shoelaces.
She steps out of her silver Converse, her bare feet touching the white tile floor. She wiggles her toes painted in a pretty shade of pink.
“I’m not a patient man, Lily.”
Her eyes snap up to meet mine.
Her arms fold behind her and her mid-leg skirt drops to the floor, pooling around her ankles. Crossing her arms in front of her, she pulls off the white top that’s obstructing the view of her delectable body.
I stop breathing.
I was expecting sexy lingerie. I wasn’t expecting her to pull out the big guns.
Lily selected a mouth-watering combo in the same shade of vibrant blue as her skirt.
The color against her milky skin is striking.
The design is intentional, with a precise mission––bring a man to his knees.
And goddammit if that’s not what I want to do––drop to my knees and worship this woman.
The bra is a bewitching combination of sheer mesh and lace underwire cups with cutouts and bow details.
And there are the panties…
Be still my beating heart.
Lily is wearing a pair of all-lace high-waisted panties. I’m used to seeing women clad in thongs and bikini underwear. Many prefer to go commando. What she’s wearing is a blatant invitation for misbehaving.
“I’m going to need the name and address of the shop where you bought that mouth-watering lingerie.”
Her eyes drop down to her body before meeting my gaze. “Why?”
“Because I’m going to have to buy that combo in every fucking color.”
She laughs. “You like it?”
“It looks fucking hot on you.”
“It comes with a garter belt, but I thought it was a bit much for a picnic. Not to mention, stockings in this heat…? I’d melt. But if you want me to wear them for you…”
I narrow my eyes at her.
Before I have time to answer, she gives me a twirl.
Jesus Christ.
What she’s wearing is as cock-hardening from the front as it is from the back.
She faces me again. “Are you still sure you want me to strip?”
I push off the door and stalk towards her, the beast inside me roaring to life.
To her credit, she doesn’t back away.
“You’re a feisty little one today. So defiant. So cocky. So brazen. The more sass you throw my way, the harder I’ll fuck you.”
Lust flashes in her eyes.
“To answer your question, either you remove the expensive lingerie, or I do. Fair warning, if I get my hands on what you’re wearing, I’ll tear it to shreds. The decision is yours.”
It doesn’t take her long to get naked, the underwear discarded on the floor. She brushes her cascade of black, silky hair that hangs all the way to her waist behind her shoulders.
My heated gaze caresses her sensual, slender curves.
This woman is a goddess.
With my eyes holding hers, I unbutton my shirt, remove it, fold it, and drop it on the floor in front of me.
Puzzled eyes stare up at me.
“On your knees. Use my shirt as a cushion.”
“My punishment is to give you a blowjob?”
“No. Your first punishment is me fucking your mouth.”
“How many punishments do you plan on administering?”
“As many as I see fit.”
“All because I came?”
“All because you disobeyed me.”
“All this is new to me. Don’t I get a pass for being an innocent virgin?”
“That was yesterday’s news. You ceased being innocent when you came all over my cock. You don’t get a pass anymore.”
“Tyrant!”
I lean into her. “Do you want me to go?”
She tilts her chin up. “Whatever you have in store for me, I can take it.” Blue eyes gleam with determination.
“You’re not afraid I’ll push you too far?”
She worries her lower lip. “I trust you.”
Fuck, she’s perfect.
I point to the floor.
She drops to her knees.
The hint of vulnerability I read in her eyes is intoxicating.
I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
“Seeing you on your knees… it’s yet another image for my spank bank.”
“You make me feel so sexy. ”
I shake my head. “I don’t do shit. You are sexy. Own it.”
She responds with a shy smile.
I reach for her face and glide a sensual finger along her jawline, letting my hand trail behind her neck, until I fist her hair and tug at it hard.
She gasps, staring up at me, her delicate throat exposed. Her eyes are glassy, her pupils dilated. She’s so fucking turned on, the smell of her sweet pussy fills the space.
“I can smell how ready you are for me.”
She lowers her eyes.
“No, Lily. Eyes on me.”
She obeys.
“Your headiness is intoxicating.”
Her perky pink nipples harden to pebbles under my heated gaze. Unable to contain myself, I pluck a peak between two fingers, flicking the tip with my thumb.
She groans.
Her hand cups her other tit, her pink nipple poking between her fingers. It’s a mirror image of what I’m doing to her, which makes the visual even more erotic.
Fuck.
I pinch her nipple so hard, she squeals.
“That’s your punishment for pulling the innocent card. You know what you’re doing.”
She flashes me a wide grin.
With my free hand, I stroke my lengthening cock through my jeans.
She reaches out, but I swat her hand away.
“I didn’t give you permission to touch me.”
She responds with a pout.
I have to hold back a chuckle.
Until last night, a woman kneeling at my feet was the only pleasure and intimacy I’d allow myself with the opposite sex. Guilt has a way of souring pleasure.
“You’ve sucked off a guy before?”
“Yes, but it’s the first time I’m on my knees.”
My eyebrows hit my forehead.
“My ex had this weird fixation about blowjobs,” she says. “He only wanted them in the morning, and it always happened in bed. Once he came, he’d rush us to the shower. He wanted to be certain I brushed my teeth and used mouthwash, citing he didn’t want to taste himself on my tongue.”
Fool.
Moving right along.
I let go of her hair. “Unbuckle my belt.”
She does as she’s told.
“Unzip me.”
Her eyes are on me as she inches the zipper lower.
My cock throbs hard through my boxer briefs, begging to be freed of its confinement.
Soon.
“Pull my jeans down to my knees.”
Her hands grip my jeans and with one swift movement, she lowers them.
My cock springs free of my boxers, snapping against my stomach.
A low growl escapes me.
Her eyes grow wide. “You’re bigger than you were this morning. How is that even possible?”
“It’s all your fault. I’m in a permanent state of arousal when I’m around you.”
“You are?” She’s unconvinced.
“I can’t fake this.” I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke it a few times. “This is all for you.”
She licks her lips, her eyes fixed on my stroking hand.
“I don’t know how much restraint I’ll have, angel. If I’m too feral, tap out.”
She frowns.
I demonstrate.
“Got it.”
She’s ready to play.
I present my cock to her like an offering.
She reaches out, but I angle my body so she can’t touch me.
“I don’t want your hands on me.”
“How can I give you a blowjob if I can’t hold your cock?”
“This isn’t a lazy morning blowjob. I’m going to be fucking your mouth. No hands required. I need you to open wide, wrap your pretty little mouth around my big fat cock, suck me dry, and make me come so hard, I forget which coast I’m on. Then, and only then, will I allow you to come.”
Her mouth opens in shock.
“That’s it.” I grin. “Arms behind your back and open wider for me.”