Chapter 21
Holy fucking penis
Gage
We made it to my house in record time. I left my SUV in the driveway, not willing to waste the time it would take to park in the garage. Zoey seemed to share my sentiments as she was already opening her door before I came to a complete stop.
“Hazel is going to laugh her ass off when I tell her you made me ride in the back seat. Oh! Speaking of Hazel, is Cam going to kick your ass for this? Because Hazel won’t be able to keep her mouth shut,” Zoey announced breathlessly as I grabbed her hand and towed her up onto the porch toward the mudroom door.
“How about we not talk about my brother when I’m five seconds away from taking your clothes off?” I suggested, ushering her inside.
“Right. Of course. Focusing on the impending nudity,” she said.
She made it two whole steps before spinning around and launching herself at me. I caught her mid-leap and had my mouth on hers before I’d even managed to kick the door shut.
I dropped her on the mudroom counter, muffling her yelp with my mouth. She tasted like fucking dessert. And I was a starving man.
“Are you definitely sure about this?” I demanded as I helped her wrestle free of her shirt. God, only Zoey Moody would be wearing a hot-pink push-up bra fit for a burlesque show under a fucking sweatshirt. My mouth watered as I unhooked it.
“Tell me you’re not one of those ‘I need your verbal consent at every progression’ guys, or if you are, lie to me because I want it fast and dirty, not gentle and boring,” she complained, shrugging out of the bra with a sense of urgency I appreciated.
I sank my teeth into her shoulder.
“Ah! Okay. Biting. That’s cool and fun and unexpected. Yes, I am giving you verbal consent to give me one hell of an orgasm. Now hurry the hell up!”
“Only one?” I repeated, brushing my mouth over the curve of one perfect breast.
“I really hope for my vagina’s sake that you’re not just a big talker,” she said breathlessly as she clawed at my chest through my shirt.
Her breasts were full and warm in my palms, and I wished I’d thought to snap on the light when we’d walked in. “This isn’t going to end well,” I predicted between hungry kisses.
“Yeah, but think of how much fun we’ll have in the middle.”
If this was what I’d been missing out on by sticking to the plan, always pursuing the goal, I was changing my middle name to Fun.
“I don’t know what it is about you, Zoey, but you sure take up a hell of a lot of real estate in my brain,” I confessed as I started to work her leggings down her thighs.
“Why didn’t I wear sexier-to-remove pants?” she grumbled, flinging her sneakers in different directions. One landed with a clang against Nana’s food bowl.
“I don’t know if I could survive sexier pants,” I said, finally wrestling one foot free.
She was naked in the dim light except for her leggings, which now dangled from one ankle, and her disco ball necklace.
I knew I wasn’t going to make it all the way to the bedroom without at least a taste.
I slid my hands under her perky ass and pulled her to the edge of the counter.
Zoey hissed out a breath, delight flashing in her eyes.
“Laundry room oral, Bishop? I’m impressed.”
“Hold your applause until the end,” I advised before lowering myself between her spread thighs and finally, finally stroking the tip of my tongue through her slit.
“Oh fuck,” we both groaned in unison.
Her taste was a goddamn aphrodisiac. It took my cock from hard to granite as I sampled her again and again. Zoey’s fingers found my hair, sank, and gripped.
I was mindless with the need to touch and taste every inch of her body. Everything else disappeared, leaving behind nothing but the desire to fuck.
“Hey. How funny is it that I keep getting naked in your mudroom?” she asked breathlessly.
“Hilarious,” I murmured against her clit as I sank two fingers into her wet heat.
The strangled sound she made was more cry than laugh. I wanted to hear it again and again, I decided as I pumped my fingers in and out of her quaking pussy.
“Okay, you’re much better at this than I thought you would be.”
“Do you always talk this much when someone goes down on you?”
“I don’t know. Can’t remember. Maybe you should go down on me five or six times. For science.”
I decided to shut her up the old-fashioned way and lavished her clit with my tongue in rhythmic circles.
Her slick walls quivered around my fingers as I pumped them into her, and her hands tightened their grip on my hair. I could feel her orgasm start to build, her whole body shaking with the need to come.
“Gage!”
Her shout echoed in my ears as I felt her muscles contract with a powerful climax.
I didn’t just feel her release, I tasted it.
My cock reacted as if it was inside her, precome welling up and out.
I had never wanted anything in life as much as I wanted to be inside Zoey Moody when she came.
It took every ounce of my self-control not to bury myself in her right then and there.
“Okay. That was”—Zoey panted—“nice.”
“Nice?” I nipped at her inner thigh, then soothed the spot with my tongue.
She rose onto her elbows. “Sorry. Brain. Fried. Stupendous. Tectonic plate-shifting. Five stars.”
“I suppose that’s better.”
She sat all the way up and sucked in a breath. “I’d like to pretend I’m not a greedy person, but since this is going nowhere and I don’t have to worry about making a good first sexual impression, I’m just gonna be honest.”
“By all means.”
She grabbed my face in one hand and squeezed. “I want another one of those. And I want it with your cock inside me.”
Fuck yes.
“I think we can come to an agreement,” I managed out loud.
She reached for my zipper, and just the graze of her knuckles across my erection was enough to almost kill me.
“Bedroom,” I announced, plucking her off the counter and wrapping her legs around my waist.
“Why are you not naked?” she murmured against my mouth.
“I got distracted by your nakedness.”
“Well, catch up,” she demanded.
“In the bedroom,” I promised.
“God, you’re hot,” she said between kisses as her fingers grasped the lapels of my sweater.
“I was just thinking the same thing.”
“Narcissist.”
I pinched her ass. “About you, Disaster. You’re fucking beautiful.”
“I rescind my narcissist comment. Your bedroom’s so far away. Why don’t we test out the resilience of your dining room table?” Her mouth skimmed over my jaw to my neck, and the hot little flicks of her tongue were driving me to the brink of sanity.
“I don’t want to break my table fucking you.”
She grinned at me, and I felt everything go lighter and brighter.
“Practical and confident,” she observed.
“It’s not so much confidence as I’ve planned out every single possible scenario with you, and the best ones require a mattress.”
“You’ve been busy since I made you touch my boobs.”
It had started way before then, but I didn’t feel like I was bound to our disco ball agreement in the moment. I booted the bedroom door open and crossed to the bed, dumping us both onto it. She giggled as I ripped off my sweater and T-shirt.
The laugh turned to a moan when I ranged myself over her body and ran my hands over her. Her reddish-blond curls were spread out like a fiery halo. Her lips were swollen, cheeks flushed. She was the picture of carnal sin.
“Two quick things,” she said, pressing a hand to my chest.
“I’m all ears.” And throbbing need.
“I have a birth control implant, and…shit. I forget the second one. You’re very distracting when you’re shirtless.”
“Said the woman with the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen.”
“I’m really enjoying making this huge mistake with you,” she whispered.
“Me too.”
“Awesome. Now let’s lose the fucking pants,” she said, again reaching for my zipper.
“No offense, but I’ve seen you try to remove a sports bra. Let me handle the zipper.”
“Fair enough.” She wriggled up against the pillows and stacked her hands under her head like a goddess of temptation.
Creamy skin scattered with freckles, hypnotizing curves, and eyes that glittered with emerald fire.
She was utter perfection. “You may now entertain me…with your penis. And no, I’m not embarrassed that I said that, because none of this is real. ”
“I’ll be secondhand embarrassed for you,” I joked.
She hit me in the face with a pillow, startling a pained chuckle out of me. I had never in my life been on the receiving end of a pillow fight during sex before. This was yet another first when it came to Zoey. “Are we fighting or fucking?” I demanded.
She clapped her hands imperiously. “Pants! Now!”
I obliged, losing my shoes, jeans, and underwear. I knelt naked on the end of the bed and held my arms open, cock bobbing. “Well?”
“Holy fucking penis,” she whispered. “You’re…wow. Just wow.” Her gaze seemed to be glued to my cock, and it liked the attention, flexing greedily toward her.
She reached for it, but I was faster. I’d wanted this—her—for so long I wasn’t taking any chances. I captured her wrists and shackled them over her head, covering her body with mine.
The groan that clawed its way from my throat was inhuman as my skin skimmed over hers.
“Chest hair, abs, thighs, and the hard-on of the Greek god of debauchery. You, Gage Bishop, are an excellent surprise,” she said, arching under me.
I’d gone as long as I could without using my mouth on her. With teeth and tongue, I worked my way down her neck, across one clavicle, to her breast. When my mouth closed over the already straining peak, Zoey bowed off the bed, levering her hips into me on a gasp.
I teased her nipple with a few strokes of my tongue before giving in to both our desires and suckling hard. It was an instantaneous chemical reaction. Her nipple pebbled against my tongue as I sucked harder, deeper. Her whimpers were music to my ears.