15. Piper
CHAPTER 15
Piper
I point at his chest and then at mine in a back-and-forth wave.
“This… this thing that’s happening right now between us, this thing that I didn’t think could happen, and I can’t explain any better than you can even though I am a romance author, well, lots of my colleagues have dedicated tons of stories to it, it’s a favorite trope of many. Boy meets girl. And boom! All the feelings are just there from the first look. In an instant, basically. You know… love at first sight.”
He smiles. “And you, who, for all intents and purposes, should be a romantic, didn’t believe this stuff could really happen?”
I shrug one shoulder, playing with one lock of hair that has escaped my ponytail. The ponytail that Gage’s is still absentmindedly teasing with his large, tapered, sexy-as-hell fingers.
“Not really. I’m more into slow-burn stories…”
Gage gives me a squinty look, narrowing his eyes. "You mean in those insta-love stories that you don't write and that we might be living right now, the characters… they sleep together pretty fast? While in your slow-burn romance, stuff heats up slowly between them?"
I tap accusingly at his hard pec. “You would, of course, pick up on this one aspect. Men!”
He laughs. “Yeah…”
I can’t help it. I laugh with him, shaking my head.
He squeezes me to him, and I feel his hardness jump under my ass. I gasp mid-laugh, flushing once more from head to toe.
“Gage,” I murmur.
He grips my ponytail in his fist and brings my lips close to his, so close, in fact, that I can taste his hot, minty breath. "What is this going to be, baby? Slow burn or insta-love?"
“Both… neither … a good writer would never give such a detail up to a captive audience so soon,” I say, my voice all breathy and soft as my heart thumps away in my chest like a trapped bird and my legs turn to melted jelly.
His nostrils flare, and his jaw clenches when I stroke my fingers through his sexy dark beard, following his sideburns on both sides behind his ears until they disappear into his hair. Then I gulp down air and put my lips to his, loving the pressure his hand is exercising on my head as he firmly pulls at my ponytail, rolling the strands of hair around his fist to bring us even closer.
Our kiss grows until we can barely breathe, our tongues battling first in my mouth and then in his, his teeth nibbling my lower lip and mine doing the same with his pouty upper one.
He breaks the kiss as we both gasp for oxygen. “Fuck, baby doll! Can business be funny now?” he asks in a very stimulating low growl that makes me shiver all over.
I should tell him to stop, right?
He is giving me the green light to do so, putting everything in my hands just like he promised me he would, but I can’t.
I don’t want to. I want to take the risk. Now. With him.
I look into his eyes. “Yes, it can… but Gage?”
“What, baby?” he asks, his big, rough hands stroking down from my back to my hips in slow, maddening parallel caresses that light a fire under my skin.
"Just a bit funny, okay? N-not... you know... all-the-way-funny …"
He nods, his hands clutching both of my hips as he pushes my suddenly very needy center down against his hardness in a rolling motion that makes us both gasp and moan.
Then he's kissing me again, and my mind just switches off altogether as I float in a sea of sensual sensations while he holds me tight in his strong arms.
I timidly push my tongue past his lips again, touching the tip of it to his own, and I feel his grip on my hips tighten. I run a finger from the back of his ear down to his neck and then slide it to the front, tickling under his bobbing Adam’s apple and lower until I’m stroking it down between his hard pecs and over his sternum and his body goes completely still and rigid as he moans into our kiss.
I relish the fact that he seems to have as many buttons as I have all over his body, and it appears I can make him feel good and go crazy just as quickly as he can, even with the simplest caress of a single finger.
There's such lust between us, such passion!
It all makes my head swim. the pull between us is so strong right now that I can't think straight, and my mind and senses are full of him.
I've written this kind of feeling into my stories and read about it a thousand times, but I've never experienced it myself, and I can only say I had no idea what I was talking about.
Gage’s hard erection is surging upward in the cradle of my thighs, turning my panties into nothing but a wet rag plastered to my lower lips.
And, God, it feels so good, so, so good…
My body is being bombarded with pleasurable sensations wherever his hands touch my skin, even if it’s just a touch to my lower back as he pushes me down onto his straining cock to make me grind against it.
It feels like I have thousands of burning, electrified wires running just under my skin, and all of them seem to be somehow connected to my nipples and my clit. Every roll of his hips against mine, every touch of his fingers on my body, makes my core painfully clench and release around a phantom fullness that I’ve never been so eager to really feel in my life with anyone else.
I can't get used to one thing before he springs something else on me. When I feel his hands stroke the sides of my breasts, I nearly come off his lap as I break our kiss to moan into his powerful neck, breathing his manly, woodsy scent into my lungs as if the only thing producing oxygen in the universe and keeping me alive right now is him.
He swears under his breath, both of his hands clutching the globes of my ass as we rock together. His head is thrown back and lying against the headrest. His eyes are at half-mast and looking lustfully into mine in a way that makes my heart jump into my chest. He looks so damn hot I can’t look away.
Before I can make sense of all the feelings running through me and of the massive amount of pleasure he’s able to make me feel even though we still have all our clothes on, he makes me lose my bearings altogether by turning us around until I’m lying flat on the sofa and he’s looming over me.
His eyes are flashing with sparks of desire so hot that is gaze is almost enough to make me go off again even if the pressure against my core is gone in this new position.
I chance a look down and gasp.
He also glances down. His entire face changes, and I see a slash of red graze his cheeks just over his dark beard. He suddenly looks pissed off. But I know he’s not. He’s just feeling as crazy aroused as I do.
“Fuck, baby!” he swears softly, his fingers coming between us to pluck at my unbearably hard nipples, making me scream his name.
I look first at him and then back down between us.
My pink shorts are so wet I can see my darker fuchsia panties through the stretched lighter material as Gages pulls my legs open and throws them over his hips, and I see that there’s a large wet spot on the obscenely tented front of his gray sweatpants that I’m sure we’re both responsible for.
For some reason, the vision makes me so hot that I start to clench and release as pleasure swamps me again, my climax so close I can practically taste it now.
I cant my hips in an upward motion, and he immediately gives me what I need, pressing his hardness back between my thighs, and that’s when I just go off like a shot.
“Just like that, baby! Rub your little pussy on my hard cock and come all over it,” he growls into my neck, his hot breath tickling my damp skin.
The feel of his large frame pushing down my smaller one, the roughness of his voice, and the dirty stuff he keeps whispering to me all combine to make my body just explode again.
I feel my orgasm soar and wash over me again, stronger now, and I moan louder, my hips still rocking against him as I seek more friction.
Both of his large hands come down to grab my ass again, raising me into his hardness as he fully smashes my core into it, stimulating my clit further and making me see stars as I keep on coming, the pleasure running through me peaking and then peaking higher still but never crashing, never slowing down.
I tense all over as I feel him kissing and licking up my neck, his tongue and teeth gently playing with the lobe of one of my ears, his beard scratching me there in a way that makes me want to scream in pleasure as he marks my skin.
I shatter once more, and then I start to come down one last time as my back finally goes back to touch the sofa.
He follows me down, his lips moving from my ear to my jaw and to my chin, and finally capturing my own in a deep kiss that starts already breathless and nearly fries what's left of my brain by the time he breaks it off.
“Oh… damn!” I murmur, and he chuckles, giving me a kiss on one shoulder.
I’m clutching him to me like he’s my lifeline and maybe he really is because right now I feel like I’m lying on the edge of a cliff rather than that of a sofa.
It’s crazy, but I feel like if he lets me go right now, I could fall and never find my way back. I need him close.
I take stock of my body to make sure all parts are working and accounted for.
I smile. Wow. This is really nice!
I've never reached such a peak on my own!
I'm still gently buzzing all over with little aftershocks of the pleasure he wreaked upon my senses, and I feel all mellow and relaxed.
Gage, on the other hand, doesn’t feel relaxed one bit.
His body is all tense and shaking, the muscles of his arms are bulging as he uses them to keep his body suspended over mine, his eyes are still burning, and —I sneak a look down— yes, he’s still sporting a very prominent erection.
He looks almost as if he’s in pain.
I guess he didn’t…
I reach up to caress his cheek. “Gage? You okay?” I ask, barely finding my voice since I’m still breathing like I run the Boston Marathon.
He nods, then shakes his head, then nods again, looking so damn cute all of a sudden, I feel my heart clutch in my chest.
Finally, he drops his forehead against mine, and I reach around his back to stroke his nape.
“I’m good… don’t worry about me, baby. I just… need… a minute,” he says, his voice strained.
I scoff at him. “You don’t need a minute… you need to come,” I tell him matter-of-factly.
He pulls back to look at me and gives me a pained smile. "That, too, but you said no all-the-way-funny business."
I study the hard line of his jaw, and while I'm touched by his control and will to honor my wishes, I don't want to leave him like this.
In fact, I need him to feel just as good as he made me feel.
For some reason, the fact that I'm the only one who's come is detracting from my pleasure.
I bite my lower lip, taking a fortifying breath.
"Does business have to be all-the-way-funny for you to… you know… enjoy yourself all the way?" I ask, looking up at him.