16. Gage
CHAPTER 16
Gage
M y eyes narrow. “You aren’t very experienced. Are you, baby?” I ask her, but I already know the answer. I can plainly read it on her face.
For a moment, she looks away and to the side, one of her small soft hands distractedly stroking my chest over the white cotton that’s even more plastered to my skin now since I feel like I’m running a high fever or some shit.
I turn her face back to me.
She sighs and finally meets my eyes. “Not very,” she mumbles so softly I can barely make out the words.
I stare down at her and get lost in her beautiful eyes for a moment. They are such an incredible light shade, a cross between soft ice blue and pale gray. I didn’t even know eyes could be this color, and they are so bright right now, with lust and curiosity, I think, and so open that I feel like I’m spying down into her very soul through them.
She’s so damn gorgeous lying all sexy and well-pleased under me, with those pouty lips reddened by my kisses, tendrils of white-blonde hair have eluded the scrunchie keeping her ponytail together and are now framing her flushed cheeks. Fuck, she looks so fucking fuckable that I can barely form a thought for wanting her so much!
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything in my life like I want her right now.
“Gage? You didn’t answer my question,” she whispers, suddenly looking insecure. Her eyebrows furrow, and the sight of the cute little frown that appears between them makes me want to just lie down my heart at her feet. My cock lurches painfully in my wet sweats at the whole picture. Bastard seems to love every little thing about this one woman.
I realize I haven’t answered her question yet and set about doing just that. “No, baby… I don’t need for business to be all the way funny to come, if that’s what you mean… what you’re offering,” I murmur.
She shrugs. “I am… I want you to feel as good as you made me feel… that was… that was incredible.”
I smile down at her. It was incredible, all right!
She came all over my dick. Multiple times.
She’s so sensitive, such a firecracker!
I’m pretty sure there’ll be fireworks between us once I really fuck her if she could go off like this from such a simple form of contact and fabric still separating us.
I study her lovely face, cupping her chin in my hand and stroking her silky soft jaw with my thumb. My mind is fucking racing with the possibilities.
There are definitely several degrees of funny when it comes to the business of sex, and I can't wait to try them all with her.
Still, there's something in the way she's looking up at me, something in her expression, a fragility that makes me think twice about having her touch me or putting my cock in that spunky mouth of hers until I come.
I see myself peeling the tiny pale pink tank off her large firm tits and sliding my aching erection over and over between them until I come on her nipples.
The vision is so powerful it literally bathes the crown of my dick with even more pre-cum and nearly makes me shoot off.
Fuck!
I lower my face into the crook of her neck, breathing into her fresh sweetness to try and calm myself, but the way she gasps at the added nearness between us only makes me want to mount her more.
And all these little sweet, sexy kitten sounds that she makes… they are bound to frazzle the little control I have left! They make me think about the kind of noises that would escape her lips if I flipped us around until she was on top of me, ripped the flimsy excuse for shorts that she’s wearing along with the panties she has underneath off her delectable body, spread her soft thighs over my hips, and then slammed her pussy hard down my big hard waiting cock.
Shit! I need to stop picturing this dirty stuff, or I’m going to go off in my fucking pants without having to do a single thing to help my orgasm along.
I’m pretty sure that, by now, my balls must be past blue already.
Easy. I need to go easy on her. I made her a promise.
I take a deep breath. I need to keep my wits about me as much as possible.
She might have lots of grit and can definitely hold her own in conversation fearlessly and fierily even when being confronted with a scowling, big motherfucker like me, but right now, it seems like all her courage and her surety have left the building.
I close my eyes, trying not to think about how much I want to sink myself deep inside her. I clench my jaw until my teeth hurt attempting to focus all of my energy on my ability to restrain myself.
Petting.
Just some petting and maybe another nice dry-fuck to get us both off, only with fewer clothes separating us so I can feel her more.
Also, I fucking need to get a look at her tits so I can see what color her nipples are before the trying to guess on my own drives me all the way insane.
That’s it. Nothing more than that.
Make her feel good will be more than enough to make me feel good if I don’t try to hold back.
But I need to keep my head on straight before I fuck up and do more than she wants me to do.
“Piper?” I murmur into her neck and then pull back slightly so I can look at her face.
“Hmm?”
“Can I take some of your clothes off?” I ask her, and I smile when I see that she’s started to nod her assent before I am through speaking.
I stroke the side of her face. “Good… that’s good, baby. I need you to listen to me now, okay?”
She nods again. “Sure, Gage…”
I let go of a shaky exhale.
Fuck, I love how she says my name all breathy and shit!
“I’m not going to break my promise to you. In fact, I need you to make me a promise of your own right now.”
She blinks several times, looking confused.
Good, at least I’m not the only one climbing the walls here to try and understand what the fuck I’m feeling.
“Anything,” she replies softly.
I press my forehead down to hers.
How is she so trusting?
Is she this trusting with everybody, or is it just me?
“You shouldn’t ever give a man carte blanche like this, baby doll.”
She gives me a full-on grin, some of her timidity gone from her eyes. “I know that! I wouldn’t promise anything to just about anyone .”
I stroke my thumb over her lower lip and gasp when she nibbles on it.
“Just me?” I ask.
“Just you… what do you want me to promise you?”
She kisses my thumb, eyes on mine, the simple gesture so innocent and yet so fucking sexy it makes my cock jolt and weep some more.
I sigh, stopping myself from pushing the tip of my thumb past her plump lips, but just barely.
“I want you to immediately stop me if I do anything at all that makes you feel in any way uncomfortable or unsure, okay? You can trust me, baby. I would never hurt you.”
“I will, and I do. I don’t know how it is possible, but I trust you,” she whispers on my cheek and gives me a kiss there.
I do know how’s possible. I’m the most paranoid bastard out there when it comes to people, and yet, for some reason, I know I can trust this one curvy little beauty with my life.
“Thank you, baby,” I say, looking straight into her eyes, hoping to convey how much it means to me that I have her trust.
“You’re more than welcome.”
Her little arms shoot out and suddenly go around my back as she hugs me tight to her soft, curvaceous body, stealing whatever was left of my heart.
This is the moment my mind clears all the fucking way, no matter how fucking horny I feel.
This is the moment in which I really understand that I’m holding my future in my arms.
I give her some more of my weight, trailing my lips up and down the slender column of her silky, soft, sweet-smelling neck. My hands roam her waist and her upper thighs, making sure she’s not too tense, and then they meet at her front.
I start rolling her sleep shorts off her hips, slowly pulling them down her legs to give her time to stop me if she wishes to.
She just looks up at me with an expectant look on her face.
I kiss the tip of her nose, and she twitches it at me and smiles.
So fucking cute! How can she be this cute and yet this fucking hot all at once?!
She starts to remove her glasses, but I push them back on her nose. “Let’s leave them on for now, baby.”
Her smile grows more prominent. "You like them?"
I nod, slipping her shorts all the way off. I bunch them up in a ball and throw them behind me, barely resisting the urge to bring them to my face first to get a whiff of all the sweet wetness that was covering the crotch.
I’m so fucking aroused right now I’m not sure that merely breathing her secret scent in wouldn’t be enough to make me go over, and I’ve got too many way nicer projects for the load I’ve been working on since she opened her door to me to simply let it go to waste in my pants in an anticlimactic solo orgasm.
I stare between us at her cute little purplish pink panties, biting my lower lip to keep the growl bubbling in my throat behind my teeth at the sight of the wet spot spreading over their center. The cotton is soaked through to the point it's practically molded to her chubby pussy lips. I can make out their shape to perfection, and I can even see the slight indentation made by her little clit into the fabric since her lips are so swollen they've started to pull farther apart already.
For me. For my cock.
Shit, I better jump off this train of thought as well before I embarrass myself!
My hands slide under her back, rolling the material of her tank upward as I start to take it off of her as well.
I manage to roll it to just under her breasts, leaving her cute little belly naked when I see one of her hands come down and start to reach for the hem of her panties, and I nearly swallow my tongue when I realize what she’s doing.
“Whoa there, baby! Don’t do that…”
She frowns up at me. “Why?”
Oh God, give me strength ‘cause I’m about to lose it all here and now. “Because, little doll, if you take them off, I’m going to really blow a gasket here, alright! You said you want business no to be all the way funny, so it’s best if they don’t come off, for now, baby. I’m only so strong…”
For some reason, that shit makes her giggle, and I shake my head, smiling down at her.
This girl!
I reach between us to lower my sweats, keeping my hard cock still trapped behind my boxer briefs. The painful compression over my shaft lessens a bit like this, and I breathe a sigh of relief now that my erection finally has added space to grow.
I’m so fucking hard right now that just the thought of touching my dick to her pantie-covered wet pussy makes pre-cum free-flow from my tip at an all the more alarming rate, making an even wetter mess of my underwear.
My eyes fall on her pussy again, and I lick my lips.
I’m fucking dying for a taste, but I know what would happen if I were to put my mouth on her cunt right now. Having her essence on my tongue would make me want to fuck her even more.
Fuck!
I give Piper more of my weight, pressing down on her and letting my still-covered cock hump back and forth between her plump pussy lips through her panties.
I close my eyes when she gasps my name and I slowly rock my hips into hers while I slide my cock against her as if I’m fucking her, the heat of her wet panties making my balls draw up as the feminine scent of her arousal rises between us, teasing my nostrils.
My body is overheated, so I stop all movements for a moment and reach behind my back to pull my tee over my head before I fall on Piper again.
She’s clutching me to her again, her thighs are thrown over my ass, and she’s using her feet to move them higher over my back as she spreads herself even more open for me.
I kiss and lick into the soft crook of her neck and fucking growl when I feel her short, rounded fingernails dig into my shoulders.
Soon, she’s cresting again, her sweet little moans of pleasure bouncing off the walls while I grind against her, my hips pistoning harder and faster now.
I feel my cock jerk almost entirely free of my boxer briefs.
I look down between us and see the near-purple crown of my swollen erection push past my waistband. The bastard’s been fighting to come out and play since I first laid down on Piper’s supple body.
A trembling breath leaves my lungs. I know I should reach down and put my cock back into my boxers, but I’m not that strong.
I want to feel Piper’s pussy more, so on my next thrust against her hot cunt, I pull my underwear back a little and let my dick do the rest and work itself free of its confines until the full, naked weight of it is slapping against the crotch of her sopping panties, the head hitting her just right on her clit and making her cry out.
I grab my cock at the base, guiding the crown where I think her slit must be, my eyes widening at the sight of my pre-cum leaving a trail on the wet fabric of her panties and marking her.
Visions of rubbing skin to skin on my baby doll with not a stitch separating us any longer fill my brain and nearly make me go off.
I give myself a squeeze to stave off my impending climax. This feels so fucking good I don’t want it to stop so soon.
Just humping her, just watching my cock slip and slide in the furrow of soaked cotton created by her engorged lower lips, feels better than any other sexual experience I’ve ever had in my life.
Which tells me two things.
One, fucking her for real is going to be mind-fucking-blowing.
Two, she’s got to be my One.
There’s no other explanation for the things I’m feeling.
She calls out my name again, and my cock twitches and lurches harder against her. My hands shake as I force them both away from between us and onto her spread thighs before I do what my every instinct is begging me to do.
Getting my cock fully into the open was a risky enough move, but if I did what I want to do right now, I would really be in trouble, so I try to squelch that little wicked voice telling me to reach between us again and move her little sodden panties to the side. Not pull them all the way off, no, but just push them to one side a little bit so I can feel her pussy lips on my cock without any hindrance.
This is definitely dangerous territory because on the back of that thought, I have another, and then another, as my mind fills with even more dirty things that I’m dying to do to her right now.
Pushing her panties to the side would be just the tip of the iceberg. I know myself. After that, I wouldn’t be content just to rub my hard cock up and down from her clit to her slit like I’m picturing now.
No. I would want to have her hole kiss the tip of my dick then, and once I did that, I would want to slide it inside of her.
I would tell myself that I’ll just tip-fuck her, but then, once I wet my monster in her cunt, there would be no fucking stopping me anymore, and I would just want to fuck myself balls deep into her, and that would break my word.
So this will have to be enough for now.
In fact, I should pull my boxers back over my dick.
I slow my thrusts just enough to do that, and then resume rocking against her cunt, a wild need that I’ve never known in the entirety of my life, battling with my will to keep this as tame as I can.
My motions grow harder and harder. My eyes are riveted to her panties and the wet spot on them that’s getting bigger and bigger as her mewls get louder, her body tensing in pleasure while mine shakes in restrain.
“Fuck, baby! You coming again?” I ask, my voice nothing but a husky hiss.
She nods her head, hands reaching up to caress my chest, her fingers stroking the inked wings on my pecs as she bites her lower lip.
“I’m… close…”
Shit, she sounds just as tortured as I feel!
I need to speed things up for both our sakes, make her feel good again, and then let go before I end up rupturing something vital.
So, maybe I can take this a bit further and keep my sanity if I only do it for a little while.
I lower the waistband of my boxer briefs once more so that the tip of my swollen erection can have free reins again.
I hold her thighs above my hips and slide her a bit higher so that I can make sure to hit her button with every upthrust. I resume humping against her, the crown of my cock bumping against the upper cleft of her pussy lips and making her clit feel good with every stroke.
Every time I thrust against her and my crown thuds against her needy pearl, she mewls louder and loses her breath.
I love every second of it and every cute little fuck-me-please sound she’s making, even if this is pure torture at this point.
I make the mistake of glancing down on my next upstroke and nearly fucking lose my shit and every bit of what little control I have in my possession right now when I see the whitish line of thickened pre-cum I’ve left in the groove between her cunt lips, marking her panties from slit to clit.
My cockhead pulses and jerks against the little bump her clit has left on the soaked cotton, and I surrender a few more drops to the beautiful, sexy as fuck sight.
“Gage! I need… I need… I–” Piper moans, throwing her head back and closing her eyes, and then she hisses my name again through clenched teeth as she nearly comes off the sofa, her back arching deep.
She’s overstimulated right now, so needs a little bit more this time to reach her climax.
“I’ve got you, baby. Don’t worry…”
If I don’t do something, she’s going to end up frustrated by the time I’m done, and I don’t want that for the world.
Once again, many filthy things flash through my mind as I think of ways to please her without going too far and then discard them.
In the end, my hand moves on its own accord, my brain taking second place to my body as I reach between us.
My fingers shake while I slowly push the drenched cotton of her panties to one side, finally granting me a look at her pussy.
My eyes widen at the sight of her secret beauty.
She’s a looker, even between her legs. I shouldn’t be surprised.
Her puffy slick pussy lips are naked, and the only hair on her is a landing strip capping her clit with a fine smattering of blonde hair that looks as soft as peach fuzz. Her folds are a gorgeous mesh of silky-looking shade of pinks, her slit is so tiny I can barely see it, and her clit is so aroused right now that it has overgrown its hood. And she's wet. So fucking wet! Drops of moisture are seeping from her center and clinging to the darker pinkness surrounding it.
The sight of her is so powerfully exciting that I have to grab my cock and fucking squeeze it none-too-gently at the base to try and buy myself some time while I barely hold myself back from falling face-first between her luscious thighs and see if she tastes as sweet as she smells.
Damn, I need a taste!
Even if it’s just a little one to hold me over.
I reach between us with my thumb and slide it in a slow upward motion from her slit, where she’s wettest, to her clit, where she needs me the most, and I press down on it with the tip of my finger, making Piper come off the sofa again before I bring my thumb to my mouth.
I lick my fingertip clear of her sweet juices, and as soon as her taste hits me, I fucking growl, my cock jerking painfully and spitting more pre-cum, making it drip in an opaque string down onto her belly.
Shit, I need to make her come soon before I pass the fuck out!
Again, I see myself just diving into her pussy and licking every inch of her, inside and out, but I rein the impulse in as best I can.
So instead of doing that, I guide my cock between her lips and push my head against her clit, kissing it with my weeping slit.
She moans my name again, her hips starting a new, even faster rocking motions against my own to counteract my movements, adding to both of our pleasures.
I can fucking feel her pussy as it breathes against my erection as little shockwaves of bliss run through her.
The sensation is so minute and yet so exquisite it brings me once more dangerously close to the point of no return.
Piper is rocking her hips in an unmistakable fuck-me motion now.
I’m hanging onto my sanity by a thread, and she’s threatening it as she tries to work the tip of my cock inside her heat.
I speed up my movements to give her what she needs, what we both need, without losing myself to the imperative instinct that’s screaming at me to just slam my erection deep inside of her.
I press one hand to her hip to hold her down and stop her from taking me inside.
I rub my tip and then the ridge of my cock back and forth over her clit, leaving another trail of pre-cum in my wake, and that’s when she finally goes over again and screams, as what sounds and looks like a massive orgasm hits her body, making her buck against me and nearly unsaddle me.
Fuck!
By now, she’s as tense as a guitar string, her back in a beautiful bow, her limbs shaking.
I slide my hard dick faster between her lower lips, never stopping my stimulation of her clit by continuously bumping against it.
It’s on my last upstroke that she screams my name, losing her voice to a gasp of pleasure before the second syllable is out of her lips.
The breathy sound is what finally does me in.
I look down between us as she desperately rocks against me, riding every last bit of her orgasm on my cock while I unload all over her cunt lips, mound, and lower belly.
My eyes widen, and my breath falters, and a veritable roar leaves my throat at the sight of the thick white ropes of my cum as they mark her immaculate skin.
That’s when I go slightly insane and throw years of responsibility out the window by grasping my still-spewing cock and guiding my crown to her tight-looking opening so I can release whatever’s left of my load past her entrance as well as all over her pussy, marking her as mine inside and out.
I sneak one hand between her spread thighs and pull her wet panties back in place, giving her pussy a little pat for good measure, the material sticking to her lips.
She whimpers softly, pushing her legs together and trapping my wrist between them.
My fingers make a splatting sound that gives me far more pleasure than such a thing should offer to any civilized man.
If I can still call myself that after the way I’ve been acting since I first saw Piper.
There’s another thought that’s pleasing me more than it should any sane person. I love the idea that my cum is coating her pussy lips behind those wet panties now.
I love that I’ve marked her with my seed, and I love that our combined juices are spread all over her cunt and inside it, too, just as much as I love the fact that my cock is covered in her cream from tip to balls.
It doesn't make any sense, but then again, nothing about the way Piper makes me feel does.
Maybe it doesn't have to.
Things don't always have to make sense to feel right, I guess.
This is when my body just gives the fuck out on me, and I collapse on top of Piper, my much bigger frame smothering her soft curvy one.
When my brain fires up again, I start to roll away from her, but she fastens her arms and legs around me, a moaned sound of protest softly leaving her lips.
I grin, kissing her shoulder. “Not going anywhere, baby doll. Just trying to give you space so you can breathe…”
“I want to stay like this… just a minute longer,” she begs, and whatever snippet of my heart that she hadn’t already managed to snag from me just gives the fuck up and falls at her feet, squeezing into my chest in the sweetest kind of ache I’ve ever felt.
“Okay, baby…”
I cuddle her to me, trying to take most of my weight off her body with one arm, but I feel too sleepy after my orgasm, and I know I can’t hold on for much longer. When I can’t resist anymore, I roll us to our sides and then drape her body over mine.
She nuzzles into my chest, her hands clutching at me as mine run circles over her lower back.
“That… that was… amazing. I had no idea,” she muses aloud.
I kiss the top of her head as I nod my agreement.
That was amazing. She’s right.
I feel like a train just ran me over, though. I’ve never come so damn hard in my life, and I wasn’t even inside her when I did!
Fuck. Inside her …
Just the thought of being inside her makes my cock that, for all intents and purposes, should be taking a nap for at least the next ten minutes, twitch hard.
This one little girl is going to kill me.
“Gage?”
“Hmm?”
“What… what do we do now?” Piper asks, her voice suddenly a little unsure.
I hug her a bit harder to me, trapping her legs with mine, wanting to comfort her, needing to.
“Now, we take a nice little nap here, then we clean up, and we go out to dinner. What do you think?”
She hugs me back, squeezing me just as hard, her body shaking with silent laughter.
I frown, slightly pulling back so I can see her face, which is currently buried in my chest. "Why are you laughing?"
She looks up at me with tears in her beautiful eyes.
She fucking cries when she laughs. That’s too fucking cute!
I reach down to kiss the top of her head, waiting for her to explain.
Finally, her shoulders stop shaking, and she grins up at me. “It just struck me funny that you would ask me out on a date after we…”
I shrug, smiling at her. “Well, we have already established we are doing things a bit out of order here. But it doesn’t matter as long as we do all the right things.”
She runs her hands over the angel wings inked on my chest. She really likes my tats. “And going out to dinner is the right thing?”
I pull her upward, sliding her onto my chest until I can reach her lips with mine. “The best thing, baby,” I whisper on her mount before I take it with mine in a deep, hard kiss.
She breaks the kiss, eyes on mine. “Let’s make it a home-cooked meal, though. Okay?”
I grin at her. “You want to cook for me?”
She nods. “It’s the least I can do after making you sick last week. I need to make amends,” she says, her voice so earnest I just want to kiss her all over.
How adorable is she?!
I kiss her temple. “You don’t need to make amends, baby. We’re past all of that.”
“Thanks to all the funny orgasm-inducing business?” she teases.
I chuckle. “Amongst other things… anyway, if you want to just stay in, that’s fine by me. I would love for you to make dinner for us, but only if you let me help you. Deal?”
“Deal.”
The pull between us activates again, and before I know what hit me, I’m kissing her again, hard and fast.
This time, I’m the one who breaks our connection. I don’t want her to think that this is all about lust.
I need to pull the breaks here and go back to the business of getting to know this woman without business being funny every hour on the hour, no matter how much I want to put her under me because, being with her always and in every possible way is what I want the most.