17. Gage
CHAPTER 17
Gage
I blink at my laptop screen and huff out a breath, leaning back in my swiveling chair and bending my arms behind my back.
It’s no use. I've been reading the same sentence of the report in front of me for at least the past five minutes without understanding a single word of it. As soon as thoughts of Piper gain a toehold in my brain, it spreads from there and work stuff that is usually child's play to me, suddenly might as well be written in ancient Greek for all that I can grasp of it.
I’m about as efficient in my role of CEO now that we’ve found each other, as I was while I was searching for her, but I don’t have it in me to feel peeved about it.
Which in and of itself is weird enough.
My company is extremely important to me. In fact, up until last week, only my family mattered more to me than it, but now… now things are different.
My priorities have changed so suddenly that I’m still trying to make sense of it, but it’s all good.
I will find a balance again soon, I’m sure of it. It will take time, but it will happen.
My business is healthy and I’ve never so much as taken a day off except from family birthdays and Christmas days in the past five years, so I can stand to take a week or two partially off.
The new offices are well on their way to being completed, and to be honest, my being here is primarily due to the fact that I’m a micromanaging workaholic more than to an actual need for my presence in this phase of the set-up process.
Other than hiring the upper execs, which is something I want to do directly, there isn’t much I can’t delegate to my PA or manage myself remotely.
After all, we’re down to outfitting the office spaces and decorating and they can certainly spare me for this stuff.
Besides, it's Sunday, so I shouldn't be working anyway.
My mom and grandma have been hounding me for years to start taking it easier, at least on the weekends. I never listened to them, though. I've always been too preoccupied with the growth of my company and of my investment portfolio and with my need to make sure we would regain our standing in society and in the business world.
I have more than accomplished all three of those things already, and while being successful at doing so has fed my pride, it’s never made me feel happy in the least.
But my baby doll does that, and so effortlessly, too. The joy she brings, the effect she has on me are beyond incredible.
So, I can well afford to put all my focus on her now.
The past seventy-two hours have been the happiest of my life.
In the past, I never believed something like this could happen, let alone happen to me and I always thought that spending this much time with a person would soon grow boring and stale –not to mention get in the way of my routine and my work– but Piper and I have been together almost every hour on the hour, and I can’t get enough of her.
And I’ve actually managed to get work done when she’s around, and so has she.
It’s when we’re not in the same place that I can’t fucking concentrate for shit, and my brain is all on going to get her, not to mention that greedy son of a bitch of my cock that hasn’t so much as gone down to sleep once since I first saw her. When she’s with me, I’m hard and ready to go, and when she’s not around, my cock is on a low-throb that never goes away.
But even with all the sexual tension and the attraction between us, we have gotten shit done, which is amazing to me.
We've been working in tandem at her desk in her apartment or at my own in mine. She, writing on her laptop, and me, reviewing spreadsheets or reading reports on mine. I've managed to get a lot of stuff out of the way, and just last night, she finished another chapter of her book.
I mean, we just fucking work together in every aspect. It’s as if we’ve known each other all our lives. We just… fit , I guess.
We've shared every meal and slept in the same bed, either at her place or mine, because we couldn't bear to be apart.
When we tried to go back each to our routine and said goodnight at her door last night, meaning to each go to our own bed alone, I ended up staring grumpily at the ceiling for the better part of an hour, my hands hitching to hold her and the mattress feeling about as comfortable as a morgue steel slab without her cuddled onto my chest.
I forced myself to resist, though.
I knew she needed some time to herself to write and that she was probably typing away at her laptop instead of lying in bed as I’ve come to know her habits pretty well.
Around midnight I said fuck it , threw some sweats over my boxers, and went to get my woman.
I didn’t even have to knock on her door.
She opened it before my fist even touched the wood paneling. There she was in a cute little pajama and robe set, phone and keys in hand. She smiled so big when she saw me standing there that to me it felt like the fucking sun itself was bursting inside my heart.
The thought that she had been on her way to my own door made me so damn happy I just had to pick her up and plant one on her.
As usual, from there, things… developed quickly, and we didn’t get much sleep until the sun was peeking in the sky.
It’s remarkable how much hot stuff we have been able to get up to without going all the way. And there’s still so much we haven’t even gotten around to trying yet. The list of shit I want to do to her and let her do to me is growing every fucking minute of every fucking day.
The first order of business —of funny business, I mean –is going to be finally going down on her. I’m tired of only tasting her arousal on my fingers while I get her off against my cock. I want to drink her dry and take it from the source.
My dick jumps and starts to swell even more at the thought, and I reach down to give it a firm squeeze.
Down boy.
I've never been so eager for foreplay and never indulged so much in it in my life, not even as a teen.
I had no idea two people could have this much fun in bed without actually fucking, which I'm still looking forward to. Still, I'm sensing she needs more time to get to that, and whatever my baby doll needs, my baby doll fucking gets, even if it happens to be something that keeps me hard as fuck and with blue balls 24/7.
Now, that’s another thing I don’t really know how to explain. I should feel way mellower than I do.
After all, I’ve been having more orgasms in the past four days than I’ve had in the past four years, alone or otherwise. I should feel pleased with all the sexual gratification in my life, but that’s not the case.
I guess nothing other than putting her under me for good and fucking the daylights out of both of us is going to do it for me.
I’m dying to get inside of her!
But I’m not about to make her feel bad about it by complaining since I could never hurt her like that, so I’ll keep on waiting.
I just hope she doesn’t make me wait too long.
Which is another strange thing because, for one thing, I can’t really say I’m going without since I’m more than loving our petting and not-so-dry humping sessions and they are all ending happily for both of us —even though I’m worried one of these days one of us is going to fuck around, pun intended, and really end up with my cock doing more than tip-fucking her little pussy since we both seem to lose all reason when we’re in bed together. For another thing, I know that it’s been only a matter of days and I shouldn’t be nowhere near at the end of my endurance.
I’ve never been into one-night stands, and even if previous girlfriends never came to mean to me what Piper managed to in a matter of seconds, I never forced the issue of sex with any of them, and I know there have been occasions in which I have waited far longer to do the deed.
But I guess I shouldn’t even try to make comparisons between this thing with Piper and whatever arrangements or entanglements I’ve had in the past with women that either meant nothing to me other than a quick release —a thing that I was always upfront and honest about— or short-terms girlfriends of which I grew fond of at the most before they either got tired of pointlessly trying to change my mind about the importance of the relationship and ended things, or before I was the one cutting them lose having grown bored of their company.
With Piper, everything is better and different.
I don’t have the words to even attempt to explain the way she lights me up inside with a kiss or a hug.
The things she makes me feel are out of this world to the point that I’m struggling with keeping my promise to behave more than I could ever have believed possible.
As soon as we're close, I feel myself slipping under her spell, and I just want to get her naked and under me.
She's not making things easy on me 'cause as soon as we're skin on skin, she loses it just as much as I do, and it's up to me to keep a cooler head which is a near-impossible task considering how damn hot she makes me.
I hear a knock at the door, and this time, my heart is the one that jumps.
It’s Piper.
I quickly glance at my watch. She’s a bit early, but I, for one, am not going to fault her for it since I was two minutes from popping my leash and going to get her myself. It’s almost nine and a half, and we’re supposed to go out and have breakfast together.
I’m the one who suggested it because behind closed doors, we haven’t had much luck keeping our hands off each other when we are together, and I don’t want her to think I only want one thing from her.
So now, it’s showtime!
No matter how much she pushes me, no matter how much she tempts me, I’m going to get us both out of this building and to that damn restaurant if it kills me. After all, three times is the charm, right?
I open the door, and she flies into my arms like a little soft bullet, her curves molding to all my hard edges as I squeeze her into me.
My cock, which got to full hard as soon as I my eyes met hers, starts pulsing with need.
Fuck!
“Morning, Gage!”
“Morning, baby doll,” I pluck her entirely off the floor, making her giggle.
"So… we going?" she asks, her hot breath fanning against my neck as her sweet fresh perfume of mint and strawberries envelops me, making my hard-on distend all the way down my jean leg to the point that I nearly pop a fucking button off. I wince as my zipper digs into the hard ridge of my dick.
Double Fuck!
She feels my erection rubbing onto her lower belly and fastens her legs around my hips to amplify the friction.
Triple Fuck!
Before I know what I’m doing, I’m bringing her away from the threshold and into my apartment, and I’m kicking my door shut as my mouth falls on hers like I’ve been starved of her taste for years instead of mere hours.
I guess four times will have to be the charm ‘cause sure as fuck we’re not going anywhere right now other than straight to my bedroom.
I break the kiss long enough to apologize to her on my way to the nearest flat surface.
We have too damn much fucking chemistry. I never knew that could be an issue.
“Sorry, baby. Rain check on the breakfast, okay? We’ll go… after.”
She gives me a little kiss on my shoulder as I keep on striding down the hall and then reaches down to fucking pinch my ass!
This girl!
“Fine by me. As long as I get my morning orgasm, breakfast can wait!”
“Fuck!" I falter and almost lose a step at her words.
How the fuck am I supposed to function like a normal rational human being around her if she keeps saying dirty shit to me?
By some miracle, I reach my bedroom without breaking my neck or dropping her on the floor, even though my lips are once more glued to hers, and our tongues are swirling around each other and battling for supremacy in leading this kiss as if our lives depended on it.
I pull my mouth from hers with a growl, and she whimpers.
I gently lay her over the still-unmade bed.
Something sweet and powerful seizes my heart and squeezes it hard at the sight of her head of blonde-purple strands spread over my pillow.
I fall down on her like I’ll die if some part of me doesn’t start touching some part of her soon.
My hands get busy pulling the half-sleeved linen shirt that she’s wearing open over a thin top off of her. The cute little light purple tank that she has on underneath matches her hair ends to perfection and smells of her sweet, sweet skin and it follows the same fate as her other garment before I attack her knee-length denim shorts, pull down their zipper and then start to roll them over her ample hips.
Piper’s hands keep just as busy as mine as she pushes my tee up and over my back and then starts to tackle my belt.
I can practically sense the heat of her gaze branding my skin as she runs her eyes over my chest, and my cock punches behind the closed zipper, making me grunt in pleasure-pain as I feel pre-cum wetting my crown.
I still wonder at the power this one little lady has over me. I’m such a goner over her that it’s practically insane. No other woman I’ve ever met has ever been able to make me feel this much and to move me so profoundly with so little effort, but she does it in mere moments, almost like magic.
A magic that I know could never be recreated with anyone else in the world.
No other female could ever make me want them as much as my baby doll does. Not ever.
I give her a slow once over, loving what I see.
Her magnificent breasts are encased in a champagne-colored sports bra, and one of her pale pink nipples has already escaped its confines. She says that regular bras are not enough to keep her girls in check. She can't even go to sleep without some extra support, or her back hurts, so that’s why someone who’s practically allergic to exercising is more often than not wearing a jogging bra. She has a whole collection of the things dyed every shade of pastel color ever invented and has been repeatedly torturing me with them since day one.
I look down at her and bite hard on my lower lip when I feel my cock jump. Every time she’s under me like this, I know where to stop since fucking is not on the table yet, the problem is that I don’t know where the fucking start!
I want to do everything to her all at once.
Her tits call to me, and so does her pretty little cunt.
I look down between us, expecting to see fabric covering her there, and my eyes widen when I see she is now completely naked from the waist down.
I frown, I’m pretty sure I only pulled down her shorts and when I threw them behind us there were no panties caught in them.
I gulp loudly. My eyes were on hers all the time I was disrobing her, so I didn’t realize that she… that she…
“Fuck, baby doll! Where are your panties?” I ask, talking with difficulty around the lump lodged in my throat as my cock starts to misbehave more strongly behind the tight denim of my jeans.
Piper arches one eyebrow as she reaches up to caress my now naked chest, her fingers playing with my ink.
“In the laundry hamper in my bathroom. I thought I’d spare them from the fate their predecessors met at your hands since you’re always ripping them off me and I was pretty sure that some funny business would go down before breakfast, so...” she trails off, shrugging.
I slide one hand behind her back to unhook her bra. “Good thinking, babe!”
She gives me a brilliant smile that makes me chuckle.
I didn’t know I could laugh and be this fucking hard all at once, but I guess with Piper, everything is possible.
My eyes zero on her nipples, and I grunt at the sight of them as my cock gives a mighty jerk, fighting to get upright in the tight space it's being held prisoner in.
“Fuck, baby! You are so pretty all over…”
Her breasts alone could entertain me for a full day or more!
I could spend hours licking and sucking them.
Visions of me reaching down to pull my cock out and slide it between her creamy tits until I come all over them fill my mind, but I kill that shit quick.
She’s not ready for that. Yet.
Nevertheless, I do reach down to undo my button and lower my zipper.
I’m not going to free my ill-mannered dick yet, but I do need to give it some room to breathe at the very least.
After I’m done, I fall on her, kissing first her soft, plump lips and then licking my way from her jaw to the crook of her neck and then to her lovely breasts.
Shit, her silky skin feels too good for words!
I nibble and suck on her sweet-looking areolas and her pale pink nipples until they turn a darker shade under my tongue as they harden for me.
Then I move lower, gently nipping the undersides of her large breasts with my teeth until she's squirming under me and gasping for air as she starts to crest. She's so fucking sensitive! I fucking love it!
If I play with her breasts in the right way, she goes off just from it, and it looks like that's what’s happening now.
One of my legs is resting firmly between her spread thighs as I suckle at her breast, and I feel her starting to move her hips under mine faster and faster in a needy fuck-me motion that drives me crazy as she rubs her pussy against my thigh. I redouble the efforts of my mouth and she begins to feel very good and in a matter of moments, she’s moaning my name and mewling in pleasure as she goes over.
I rest my chin in the smooth valley between her pillowy breasts and look up at her. To say it like Steven Tyler would, I don’t wanna miss a thing.
When she comes she looks too damn beautiful and I need to have eyes on her face. Right now her head is thrown back over my pillow, her eyes are tightly closed, and her kissable mouth is parted in a sexy little 'O'.
Just the sight of her makes my cock weep harder.
Shit!
I reach down to give myself a punishing squeeze to get my dick to behave some, but in doing so, I lower my head a bit, and that’s when the spicy-sweet scent of her arousal wafts up to my nostrils, and my eyes nearly fucking cross.
Fuck, I’m dying for a taste of her!
I slide my index between her soaked pussy lips, and she moans my name, her eyes flying open and scorching me with the intensity of their heat.
I bring my finger that’s coated in her shiny juices to my mouth and lick it clean, holding her eyes with mine all the while. She begins to writhe under me, her whole body undulating as if a live wire were running under her skin.
Meanwhile, as soon as her flavor hits my taste buds, a sound akin to a fucking animal growl leaves my lips.
“Fuck me! You taste so good, baby… so good!”
I can’t wait to go down on her fully.
It’s been the only thing in my brain since I got that first taste of her last Thursday.
I want to lick in and out of her until she passes out from an orgasm-overload and runs totally dry. I want all of her cream. I want it down to the last drop.
But first, there’s something else I need to do.
I could feel how fucking tight she was on my tip the few times she tried to take it in while we were fooling around before, and I need to check what I’m dealing with before things can go any further between us.
She did mention being inexperienced that first day, and ever since then, she shies away whenever I address the subject.
My impression is that when she said she was very inexperienced, she really meant that shit because everything I do to her has her reacting and looking as if this is all new to her.
Which can’t be, right?
I mean, she’s twenty-four!
But, still. I need to make sure.
And beyond her level of experience, there’s also the fact that I don’t pack light, and even grown women way taller and bigger than my baby doll usually had trouble taking my cock, and she’s so damn tiny for all that she’s all soft curves!
A thing that, for some reason, I fucking love, but that I do realize might also end up being cause for trouble down the road.
Piper’s the shortest girlfriend I’ve ever had. I’m basically double her size in every particular. I mean, I can pick her up one-handed, for fuck’s sake!
I really did it once because she dared me to. She had a grand time of it, giggling and laughing while I lifted her up.
Still, the fact remains that she’s small and cute, and I’m one big motherfucker all over.
We held our palms flat against each other yesterday, and her hand looked like that of a little girl compared to mine, her fingertips barely reaching my first knuckles with her nails.
She’s curvy and cushioned, that’s for sure, but she’s still more than a hundred pounds lighter than me and over a foot shorter.
And then there’s the fact that if I rest my cock against her, I fucking cover her from her slit to her belly button and then some.
Experienced or inexperienced, I’m going to have to prepare her well before I try to give her even half my cock let alone the whole thing, which is my end game anyway.
She's my woman, the only woman I want to be with for the rest of my life. I'm sure of it, and I want– no! Need… I need for her to be able to take my whole cock.
Today is going to be all about this.
She’s going to get all the orgasms she can take and then some more before we finally go out for breakfast, and I’m going to take the time to gauge her tightness and depth to see what I’m working with because the last thing I want is hurting her in any way when we start having sex.
“Baby?” I ask, raising my head a bit to look at her while one of my hands kneads her left breast and the fingers of my other pluck at her right nipple to keep her primed as we talk.
Her eyes flutter open. “Hmm?”
“I want to do something else today.”
“What?”
“I want to finger-fuck you and make you come on my tongue after,” I deadpan matter-of-factly.
My girl does love her dirty talk just as much as I do, and she too is a pretty direct person who doesn’t appreciate when people beat around the bush with her, hence my directness.
Piper noisily drags in a mouthful of oxygen and then looks me straight in the eye. “Okay,” she whispers, sounding a bit anxious.
I smile down at her. “We can always stop if it becomes too much for you,” I reassure her.
She lets go of a shaky breath and nods.
I reach down to cup her cheek and caress her there.
“Has someone ever…?” I start to ask, and then I trail off, feeling confused at the rush of displeasure overwhelming me.
I squash it and look at her.
What the fuck is wrong with me that the mere thought of some guy touching her, touching what’s mine , can piss me off this much?
I’ve never had this problem in my life. I’m not the jealous type.
She shakes her head ’No’ and I release the breath I had not realized I was holding in a tattered exhale, feeling suddenly better that I’ll be the first to have her on my tongue.
Not that her nodding instead of shaking her head would have changed things. She would have still been mine for always and I would have done everything in my power to obliterate that kind of experience from her memory, until she only remembered my tongue on her pussy, but I’m pleased that there’s going to be no need to go down that road.
I slide down her body after pecking her lips and giving one last suck to one of her nipples.
“Okay, baby doll. Lie back and relax. You are going to love this…”
She gives me a little unsure smile, and I beam at her to try to put her at ease.
I keep on lowering my head until it’s hovering over her belly button.
I dip my tongue in it, and her stomach concaves as she takes a gasping breath.
I lick lower and lower until I reach the fine little blonde curls covering the center of her mound in a teasing strip and then I run my tongue over it, looking up at her.
I wink at her to make her smile when I see how nervous she seems.
She grins at me, one of her hands coming down to rest on my head, her fingers sifting through my short locks.
I slide my body further down until my face is between her things and throw them over my shoulders to keep her open for my ministrations.
I start to lower my mouth, not stopping until my lips are touching her warm, plump pussy lips that by now are soaked through with her need for me.
Her feminine scent alone, so very strong here, is enough to make my balls start to draw up, and I have to reach down again to give myself another punishing squeeze. I don’t want to come like this. I’ve got other plans today.
I part her cunt lips with my fingers and give her one slow lick that goes from her clit to her opening. Then, I tap her little bud with my tongue a couple of times, making her jump under my mouth before doing the opposite and licking from her clit to her slit and then lower to her pink puckered rosebud.
Damn, she is like fucking ambrosia in my mouth!
I groan at her delicious flavor, my hands gripping her thighs far too tight as her taste hits me hard again.
"Gage!" she screams, her tone surprised as she comes off the bed.
I press one hand down her hip to lower her back onto the mattress.
“Fuck, baby doll! You taste so fucking good! I could live on this sweetness alone!”
I give her another long lick, the tip and then the flat of my tongue reaching all her important bits, and she moans, throwing her head back.
“Oh, God!”
“Easy, baby… I’ve got you. Just relax,” I say, my mouth millimeters only from her cunt that I’m still keeping open with my fingers. She reacts to my breathing on her as I talk, and so I blow air over her heated, wet center on purpose, and she starts to arch against my face, hips pushing away from the bed again.
“That’s easy for you to say! You’re not the one being tortured!”
I give her a kiss on the clit and look up at her, smirking. “You can do all the torturing you want on me later, doll, but now it’s my turn to play…”
I go back to giving swift little side-licks to her pearl, and she nearly crushes me between her thighs as she gasps in pleasure.
I grab her legs and fix them back over my shoulder blades. "Keep your legs open for me, baby," I murmur on her cunt lips and then start to French kiss them as if they were the sweet lips on her mouth, sliding my tongue against her clit like I would her own tongue and she goes off like a shot in a first fast baby-orgasm.
She moan my name, both of her hands clutching fistfuls of my short hair and pulling it at the roots. “Oh, my! Oh, oh, Gage!”
I struggle to rip my mouth away from her sweetness, but I need to stop right now if I want to keep in control.
Her taste is getting to be too much to handle for me, and if I keep licking her pussy I’m going to fucking come in my jeans before funny business even has a chance to begin.
I give her one more long lick, swiping my tongue around her clit and then down and down until I’m pressing the flat of it to both of her holes, and her legs start to shake as she tenses all over.
“Gage, don’t,” she scolds, tapping my shoulder with a trembling hand.
I kiss the inside of her thigh and look up at her. “What, baby?”
Her face is as red as a ripe strawberry. “Don’t… you know… not there.”
I frown, then grin at her when I finally get her meaning. “Don’t worry, baby. You taste sweet all over… There’s no need to be embarrassed. Now, if you didn’t like that, then I won’t do that again, okay?”
She lets go of a shaky breath. “It’s not about liking… it’s just… too dirty.”
I nod against her mound. “So you did like it?” I tease, and she reaches down to slap my arm.
“Stop it! Behave!”
I tickle her waist, making her giggle, and work my way up her body again, hugging her to me. “I will behave. For now. But you’ll do well to keep in mind that dirty things are the best things, baby. I mean, you should know you write your romance steamy, no?”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Not this steamy…”
“That’s because you lacked the inspiration material, doll. That will no longer be a problem with us being an item.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “I would never write something we shared in a book, Gage! Never! All the things we do are too precious for me to use like that.”
I hug her to me. Could she be any more perfect?
There are words stuck in my throat right now. Words that I know would be too soon to pronounce in front of her, but the fact remains that they are in my mind and in my heart. They are there for her. Just for her.
I smile down at her, kissing her and sharing her own sweet taste with her. Another dirty thing she doesn’t seem to mind.
Good, I’ll bring her to my way of thinking soon enough. I’m sure of it.
I reach between us to rub circles into her clit with my thumb, and she gasps into my mouth as we keep on kissing while I play with her lush, sweet pussy.
I move one finger lower, keeping my thumb at her clit, and start to tease her little opening with it.
She breaks the kiss, tensing all over as she tries to look down between us to see what I’m doing to her.
“Baby, what’s the matter?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “Nothing. I’m fine. Just… keep doing what you’re doing… but… but go slow, okay?”
I kiss her forehead. “Sure, Piper. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you…”
Why is she so damn worried today?
She wasn’t this worried when I had my cock between her pussy lips or even my tongue right now until I started with the too dirty stuff , that is, so why is she so anxious over a little fingering?
I kiss her little face all over, trying to calm her down, and then, keeping my eyes on hers, I resume my caresses.
I circle her slit with the tip of my finger, and then I start to penetrate her with it. She immediately tenses all over again, and her pussy immediately clamps around my fingertip so tight that my eyes widen.
How the fuck is she so damn snug?
I mean, she said she’s inexperienced, and she hasn’t had a boyfriend in a long time, but even so… how long has it been for her that she’s so fucking tight?
I study her face and see an expression of discomfort furrowing her brow.
What the fuck?
She said no one has ever put her mouth on her, but now I’m wondering because she’s acting like she’s never been touched at all like this by a man before.
I try to push my middle finger further inside and feel her wet, hot walls gripping it like there’s zero give to them.
I gently pull the finger out of her and look up at her again.
I can’t even fit my finger to the second knuckle in her, and she said she’s inexperienced…
I cup her face and make her look at me. “Babe? When you said you were very inexperienced, what did you mean exactly? How very is very ?”
She swallows hard and blushes even more. “ Very is really very as in… I’m a virgin.”