Chapter 28 A sexy warlock #2
“Good plan,” I said as a delicious shiver worked its way up my spine.
Gage went back to my breast while his fingers busied themselves at my thong. In no time at all, he’d pulled the fabric covering my crotch to the side and freed his cock. “Condom?”
The two wet spots against my nipples were driving me crazy. And my vagina was straight up begging now. I could barely think straight.
“I have some in the bedroom. But I have a clean bill of health, and I can’t get pregnant. Sooo…”
His eyes glittered beneath his lashes. “Say it.”
I bit my lip. Why was it so scary to admit? “I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel it all. But I’ll understand if it’s too irresponsible,” I added quickly.
I definitely wasn’t thinking. I wasn’t even breathing. Not with the crown of his erection leaking precome an inch from my bare sex.
“If you’re sure, I’m sure,” he said.
“Really?”
He kissed me then. Long and deep. Each thrust of his tongue a promise. “Really,” he said finally.
“Oh thank God. Fuck me, Gage.”
I didn’t have to ask him twice. With one arm wrapped around my waist, he guided me down onto his cock so slowly it felt like the sweetest of tortures as he penetrated me.
“Gah!” I gasped. If our first time had been heaven, this time was the apocalypse. I wasn’t going to survive, and I didn’t give a damn.
“Fuck,” he murmured roughly as my wet channel took him deeper.
My brain ceased to function. I was only a body with one goal: orgasm before I died from pleasure. I made a move to rise onto my knees, but he gripped my hips.
“Slow,” he ordered.
I scoffed. “Pfft. Yeah okay.” I had no intention of following that command and he knew it, but I’d at least let us both pretend for a second or two.
When I got to his tip, I hovered there for a moment before gliding back down, taking more of him this time.
My core was already pulsing hungrily around him.
I lifted again, loving the slick slide of his shaft.
I was in love with the feeling of taking Gage Bishop as deep as he could go.
His control unraveled as my inner walls gripped his cock.
He yanked down the neck of my top, exposing one breast and closing his mouth around the nipple to feast. He sucked hard, and the sensation on my already sensitive flesh unleashed my need for more.
I slammed down on him, impaling myself until I could feel that blunt heat meet the end of me.
“Goddammit, Zoey. Slow the fuck down.”
But I was already lost, riding him like I was charging into battle. Hard and violent. He wrapped his arms around me and adjusted the angle, thrusting his hips to meet me.
“Oh God, Gage. You feel so fucking good,” I murmured. Every drive had him nudging some sweet spot inside me, and I was afraid it was going to make me come apart. But it was too late to stop. I’d lit the fuse, and now the only thing I could do was hold on for dear life.
“Ride me like a good girl. Harder.”
I followed his cues and let biology take over. I slammed down on him over and over again, each time getting that magnetic nudge deep inside me. “It’s too much,” I whispered.
“Finish what you start,” he said, cupping the back of my neck and holding me to him.
His arm tightened at my back, urging me down harder and harder, everything inside me coiling tighter and tighter until it broke. I came…or detonated. I’m not sure which. Each wave shook me to my core as pleasure electrified me.
Gage let out a guttural groan, and I wondered if it was possible that my vagina’s stranglehold was hurting him.
But I was too busy coming to apologize. The tremors were still racking my body when Gage flipped me over on my hands and knees.
More gently, he grasped my elbow above my wrist brace and stretched my arm onto the couch cushion.
“Don’t put weight on this,” he said while stripping me of my thong and freeing my breasts.
He angled me ever so slightly to the right.
When I looked up, I caught sight of us in the mirror I had propped up in the corner.
Gage was behind me, yanking his shirt over his head, me with my thong down my thighs, breasts out, eager to be fucked.
He’d done it on purpose, I realized when his eyes met mine in the reflection.
There was a deliciously wicked gleam in those green eyes when he lined himself up with my entrance.
I’d just had the orgasm of a lifetime, and I couldn’t wait for him to be inside me again. What weird good-guy spell did he have me under? How had I ever thought I could survive this fling? I’d underestimated him…and his spectacular penis.
He slid a hand up my back and gripped my shoulder.
I pressed back into him, telling him with my body that I was ready.
“Tell me to stop if I hurt you,” he said on a rasp, and then he rammed himself into me to the hilt.
I cried out, needing to release the sound to make room for his invasion.
“Too much?” he asked through clenched teeth.
I met his eyes in the mirror. “Again,” I demanded.
I watched him fuck me from behind. Abs rippling, biceps bulging. His sweat-soaked skin sliding over mine. His thrusts were merciless. My breasts bounced every time he bottomed out in me. And he didn’t miss a second of the tableau we made, keeping his gaze riveted on our reflection.
I bowed my back and began meeting his thrusts. He powered into me again, and my arms gave out. I dropped to my forearms, angling to accommodate his mad drives. One hand left my hips, and I watched him draw it back and let it fly, landing a stinging swat to my rear end.
I let out a breathy little moan of delight. Gage Bishop was full of naughty surprises.
His hands were on the move again. One found my breast and tugged rhythmically on my tender peak.
The other slipped between my legs to find the swollen nerve that controlled my existence.
His thrusts were punishing, but the pads of his fingers exerted the perfect amount of pressure in exactly the right direction.
His heavy sack slapped the backs of my thighs every time he slammed into me.
I sobbed out his name and felt his cock swell impossibly bigger inside me.
“Come for me, Zoey. Milk my cock with those tight little squeezes.”
I was about to inform him that women didn’t just spontaneously orgasm when ordered to, but I was interrupted by a surprise shattering release. I pitched forward, collapsing against the couch as I convulsed in catastrophic pleasure.
Behind me, Gage gave a triumphant shout, and I felt the first hot spurt of his release in my very depths. I quivered around him, my orgasm becoming his, the clenching ripples from my core forcing his climax to go on and on as he branded me from the inside.
Neither one of us took our eyes off our reflection.
“Well, that was…something,” I mused several minutes later when I managed to peel my face off my yoga mat where we’d collapsed.
Gage grunted. He was still behind me, still inside me, still half-hard, because the man was obviously inhuman. We were a sweaty, sated tangle of limbs on the floor.
“Are you a sexy warlock?” I wondered.
His laugh was hot breath on my skin. “I think you’re going to have to back up a few steps so I can follow you.”
“Oh. Yeah. Forgot to take you with me. I was thinking you were obviously inhuman because you’re still hard.”
“Obviously,” he teased dryly.
“So that means you’re paranormal. I couldn’t decide between vampire or warlock. Vampires are sexy, but they’re cold, and you’re clearly an inferno. And I’m definitely under your spell. So warlock it is.”
“Your mind is a wonder,” he said. On a reluctant sigh, he pulled out of me and then rearranged us so I was wrapped in his arms, my head on his chest. “If you freak out about cuddling and try to run away, I’m going to be pissed.”
“Too exhausted from orgasms to run away,” I murmured against his very nice pectoral.
“So that’s the secret? Just tire you out?”
I shrugged. “You still have to deal with me when I wake up. Are you hungry?” I asked, circling his nipple with my index finger.
He covered my hand with his own. “Starving. I want to eat on the floor and watch TV until I have control over my body again.”
“I have no food or cable.”
He groaned, then shifted me off him.
“Where are you going?”
“We’re going to my house. Nana needs her dinner. And I have actual human food in the fridge. Bring your laundry. I assume you have a mountain of it. Might as well get it done.”
“And just like that, you got even sexier. You’re so bad at this one-night-stand thing.”
“We’ll just have to keep trying until I get it right.”