12. Gage
CHAPTER 12
Gage
A s soon as I’m done talking, I see the blush that was already tingeing her cheeks flush a darker shade of pink while she flounders through an apology, looking cute as fuck.
I find myself falling deeper for her, as crazy as it may sound, considering I’ve only been in her company twice in my life. Yet the way she makes me feel is as undeniable as it is inexplicable. She slipped under the walls that have been guarding my heart for ages and found a place within it where I didn’t know there was any room left, not for someone who isn’t family at least.
I can't even say that I was remotely looking for something like this when I stumbled into her. The possibility of being with someone for something more than a tumble in the sheets wasn't on my radar at all until my eyes zeroed on her. Now she's all I can think about, and being this close to her makes me want things, crazy things that I've never thought about before, things I didn't even know I could have wanted, not even at some point down the road.
I’ve never thought of myself as the settling-down type.
Not that I’m a player or anything like that. I don’t like games, and I’ve always been straight with any past woman I’ve seen. After being made aware of what my father was putting my mother through, I swore to myself I would never for the world treat a woman in such a demeaning way. So, whenever I’ve had my sights on someone for purely physical reasons, I never once lied to them and put everything on the table, making sure they never misunderstood my passing fancy for actual interest.
I figured that at some point, I would meet someone who would make me feel different and want the types of things Piper has managed to make me want in a nanosecond. But then it never happened and after years of being perfectly content on my own, I no longer thought it ever would, and yet here I am now, feeling all the feels for this one tiny woman.
My head is spinning out of control, my body is a mess of sensations I don’t understand, and a riot of emotions is running through me as I stare at her lovely face. Right now she looks like a baby bird trying to disappear into herself or a little kitten that I just want to wrap up in cotton balls and keep safe from everything and everyone, me included; a wave of tenderness like I never knew I even was capable of feeling envelops my soul.
I really like her.
I don’t know everything that there is to know about her, but it doesn’t matter. What I’ve seen, I like. And What I like, I keep.
Both sides of her do it for me. I want her. All of her.
I want to possess every inch of her, every nuance. The disarming sweetness that she’s exhibiting now and the spunky sass she showed me before while we were bickering.
I’ve never been in the presence of a woman who was able to make me feel such contrasting emotions all at once. She’s hot as fuck, and there’s no telling what I’ll do to her if she lets me; her vulnerability makes me feel like picking her up in my arms and never putting her down again, and the way she can banter with me, and that mouth on her lightens my heart and makes me smile.
I mean, she fucking does it all!
In fact, right now, I both want to kiss her senseless and keep on talking to her because just being near her and, listening to her trying to cut me down to size has put me in a good mood. And fuck if she doesn’t have guts and a fiery temper to go with them!
Up until today, I had yet to meet someone that had enough balls to softly scold me about anything, let alone reprimanding me with such fierceness.
I’ve gone from infuriated to hard as fuck in moments, and at the same time, there’s this warm glow in my heart and deep in my belly, this fuzzy, nameless sensation that makes me feel almost high.
It’s sheer insanity, and I don’t want for it to ever end.
I take a step forward, and she takes one back.
The irritate sparks that were lighting up her beautiful big eyes have left her gaze, and she looks downright mortified right now, just like I feared she would, and this, I don’t like. I want the spunkiness back.
I want that fire, not this meekness!
I break free from my adoring trance when I see that she’s really starting to look insecure now. I want her to be brave and give me shit once more. I want to find myself on the other end of her impudent tongue again –and in more than one way.
I know exactly what to do to stoke the flames back to life.
I grin down at her, and she stops walking backward.
"Apology accepted, Piper. That's definitely all water under the bridge as far as I'm concerned," I tell her, watching a grin slowly appear on her gorgeous lips and lighten up her face.
The sweetest squeezing sensation I've ever felt clenches like a band around my heart. You’d think this shit would be painful, but the feeling is surprisingly pleasant instead.
Piper’s shoulders relax, and she pushes her glasses back up the ridge of her cute little nose. “Is it?”
I nod. “It sure is, baby doll…”
I didn’t realize that I had kept on walking as I spoke, and now I’m standing past her open door, a hairbreadth away from her luscious body, and everything male in me reacts to her nearness by hardening further.
I hope she doesn’t look down because she’ll be in for quite a shock if she does.
I take another step forward, and my hands shoot up. I gently place them around both of her shoulders to keep her from retreating again.
God, she feels so damn soft under my hands!
I slowly stroke circles into her silky, warm skin with both of my thumbs, and Piper gasps.
“What? What did you call me?” she asks, gulping down air.
I smile down at her. “That’s your nickname. I told you I also had one for you. Baby doll were the first two words that came to mind when I originally saw you, and since I didn’t learn your name until much later, it kinda stuck.”
She frowns. “It… it did?”
I pull her into my arms. “Yes, and I still think it’s quite fitting. You definitely are a baby doll, and a feisty one at that, but I like it. And, by the way, you can make all the noise you want, and listen to all the rock music you want from now on, you only have to do one thing first…”
I see and feel the steel returning to her back as she looks up at me. “And what that might be?”
There’s very little space between us now, but it still manages to bother me, so I pull her body against mine and finally feel something deep inside my heart settle down after days and nights of disquiet.
“I want you to sing for me first.”
“What… what do you mean?” she asks, and her glasses fall down the bridge of her nose.
“Oh, you’ll see for yourself in a minute…”
I let go of one of her soft shoulders and cup her chin in my hand before moving one finger up her nose and sliding the frames back where they belong. She blinks up at me, her breathing becoming as erratic as mine.
Our lips are an inch away from each other now.
“How do you know my name… what did you mean those two words came to you when you originally saw me? Isn’t this the first time you see me?”
I bend a little closer to her and I can feel her hot breath on my mouth; the sensation is so damn arousing that all the hairs on my body are standing the fuck up, along with my hardening cock.
“I’ll tell you all about it in a moment, Piper, but first I’ve got to do something…”
“What… what do you have to do?” she asks, her eyes dreamy as she looks up into mine.
My hand is still stroking her face, and I move it to the back of her head until our lips are touching. “I think I’ll just have to show you,” I whisper on her mouth and then I’m kissing her. Hard.
I feel her hands on my chest, but she doesn’t use them to push me away.
She clings to the wet cotton of my shirt, her fingers digging into the fabric as she stands on the balls of her feet while I deepen the kiss, searching out her tongue with mine.
She’s kissing me back just as hard.
Before my thoughts catch up with my actions, I’m lifting her clear off the floor and winding her soft, naked legs around my waist as our kiss grows hot and heavy.
Her little hands are clutching my shoulders now, and mine are spread under her magnificent round ass as I keep her heat pressed against my aching erection, wishing I had the power to do away with her tiny flirty shorts and my sweatpants without having to let go of her.
Fuck, I love holding her like this!
She’s so plush and curvy, and she’s cushioning all my sharp edges, including the one that’s smashed against her pussy.
I’m not one for cuddling, normally, but this woman is just made for this kind of snuggly stuff as much as she’s meant to be fucked often and hard.
I want all of that and more.
I want to spend hours just kissing her all over and cuddling against her softness, and I want to spend just as many hours fucking her hard and deep on any available surface until we both pass out.
I go after her tongue again and feel her fingers burrowing into my shoulder blades as she rolls her cunt against my cock, making my legs go so weak I have to take a step back out of the apartment and push her against the nearest wall so we don’t end up tumbling onto the floor.
I tighten my hold on her, gripping her lush butt in both of my fists, and she gasps into my mouth, bucking up against my groin to get more friction.
My whole body is buzzing with sensations, and all I want to do is rip her shorts off, push my sweats down a little, and sink my cock deep inside her, but I know I can’t take her like this.
Not yet, not here and not now, and not when there’s so much stuff left unsaid between us. And, most assuredly, not for our first time together, at least.
I need to rein this ravaging need in. She’s too important to fuck things up between us before they even start to develop.
I settle my hard dick better against her until I can practically feel the shape of her swollen lower lips on either side of it through the wet cotton of her little pink shorts and I start to drive her up the wall with my hips to give her what she needs. She throws her head back, breaking the kiss as her body begins to shake and convulse, and that’s when she does just what I hoped she would in my arms, and little mewling sounds escape her lips as I nibble them while she sings for me.
My body is reacting to hers like it's never done before to the touch and feel of any woman. I didn't even know a kiss, if what we're doing could be even called a mere kiss, could make me feel this much.
I swear I only meant to take a quick taste of her lips and nothing more.
God knows I've been dying for one since the first time I saw her, but things are rapidly slipping out of my control.
She's rocking her hot little pussy against my hard bulge, and if it wasn't for the constant pre-cum that I can feel steadily drip from my tip and the fact that I can also practically smell the thick scent of her wetness mixing up with the mint and strawberry perfume that's coming off her pores, I would call this a dry hump.
And fuck, it feels like she’s enjoying this little dance as much as I am!
In fact, if we don’t stop soon, she’s gonna go over, and I’m going to come in my pants like a horny teen.
Shit, I thought I had more control than this, but I can’t find it anywhere in me to stop.
I want to keep feeling her rolling those sexy hourglassed hips of hers against my rock-hard cock.
I want to feel her get off all over me, and if it means I’m going to unload in the process and make a mess, so be it.
I don’t give a fuck.
I just want to hold this one beautiful little creature in my arms, get lost in her, and never let go for the rest of my life.
I break the kiss off so I can lick down her throat, and she moans my name, shivering all over. I mash my chest to her tits, and I’m so aware of every inch of my skin and hers that I can feel the studs of her hard little nipples as they drag against my wet T-shirt, just as her hands slide down my back and dive under the fabric to touch my skin, the contact so pleasurable that my mind just shuts the fuck off.
“Fuck, baby! You are so hot!” I groan on her throat as I clutch her to me like I’m afraid she’s about to escape or something, punting my hips and grinding against her harder, reveling in her coos and mewls of pleasure.
I recapture her lips just as she starts to go off, wanting to swallow her climaxing moans, and I fucking growl on her lips when I feel her little tongue push into my mouth.
My whole body goes as rigid as my shaft. Then Piper goes off and I feel my cock jerk painfully in my now damp sweats as my balls get ready to shoot, the basest part of me becoming aware of the fact that my sweet little baby doll just came by rubbing her delectable soft body all over mine.
It's gotta be the hottest thing I've ever done and felt in my existence.
I keep humping her against the wall as she comes down from her high, wanting to give her more pleasure, and all I can think about is that if this already ranks higher than any other sexual experience I’ve ever had, how amazingly good will it feel being inside of her when I actually fuck her?!
Her legs slide off my hips as she lolls backward against the wall.
I’m seconds away from my own orgasm when she suddenly pushes against me to be let down completely, and before I know what hit me, she’s gone, and then the door to her apartment is being slammed shut in my face.
I’m breathing like a fucking locomotive and shaking all over by now as my brain tries to play catch up with this new, unexpected turn of events.
I look at the closed door, stunned as my whole being deflates.
Well, that’s not entirely true.
Not my whole being: my cock, that bastard, is still hard and hungry for her and a bit angry, too.
My downstairs pal is not a fan of frustrated desire.
I feel a tremble run through my body.
Fuck, I was so close!
If I reached down right now and gave myself a good tug, I would go the fuck off like I geyser, I just know that. But I don’t want to. Not like this. Not without her.
What the fuck happened?
Did I scare her or something?
I thump a fist against the door, willing myself to just knock and stay calm and not fucking break this thing down with my shoulder instead. I feel akin to a caveman right now, and acting like the rational man that I usually am is not an easy thing to do after a denied orgasm, but I’ll make do.
It seems there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for the little lady who just disappeared behind this door.
“Baby doll, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Open the door, please! Piper!”