Chapter 66 #2
Gage groans. The delicious kind of groan that I love. It’s a plea for more. A needy little sound.
Then, he’s dragging me toward the bedroom. I don’t put up a fight until I remember something that lights a spark of adrenaline.
“What about Axel?”
Gage slows. There’s a weird look on his face before it disappears. “What about him?”
“What if he’s… here?” I look around, but the house seems quiet.
Gage stops fully. “He won’t do anything. If that’s what you’re wondering.”
I’m not sure what I’m wondering. Is he here? Will he hear us? Would he beat his dick like he did while we were on the couch? For some reason, my pussy pulses at the thought. Then, I shake my head. Why do I care?
“Let’s go.” I move toward the bedroom, thinking we’re going to go to Gage’s, but then he pulls me toward the spare room I’ve been staying in.
“You’re the one who took me on the date,” Gage says, a teasing arch to his eyebrows. He looks so different like this. Not the stuffed-up Gage I first met. Actually, he’s a lot more like Axel. I’m not sure how that makes me feel.
“You’re right. Time to give up your holes as payment.” I motion at the doorway with my sword.
I expect a teasing response, but Gage’s pupils grow. He takes a step closer, his voice going low and husky. “Yeah?”
Suddenly, I imagine what Gage would look like tied to the bed, spread out for me to do whatever I wanted to. Or on his knees so I could straddle his face and make him eat me until I came.
I feel myself grow wet, and I shove Gage into the room. “Take your clothes off.”
Gage does, stripping out of his shirt so quickly I would have missed it if I blinked. Then his pants go, and I’m staring at his gloriously naked body. I realize I’ve never seen him fully naked. But he is, in fact, hot as hell, and his dick is already hard.
Then he’s stalking toward me, grasping my arms and lifting me up effortlessly.
I squeak, and then Gage throws me on the bed. I just have a chance to scramble up before he’s there, pulling down my pants. All kinds of thoughts rush through me: lust, anticipation, fear, condoms.
“Just a taste. Please?” There’s a desperate look in Gage’s eyes. The desperation makes me feel hot all over.
“You can ask nicer than that.”
There’s a moment where Gage just watches me, and his gaze softens. “Please. I’ll… I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?”
He swallows, and his Adam’s apple bobs. “I just, I want to… to make you…”
I watch him struggle. It gives me a rush all the way up my body. I grab his hair, pulling his head down to my crotch. “Make me feel good.”
That’s all the permission he needs. Gage pulls my pants the rest of the way down and off before diving back down, spreading my thighs with his massive hands.
I brace myself for the aggressive assault, yanking his hair up and away from me.
Gage listens, slowing his movements, then his hot tongue meets my pussy in a slow, sensual lick.
He lets out a sound that’s a mix between a rush of air and a moan that makes my clit tingle.
I loosen my grip, and Gage immediately drops his head, moving his hands up to spread me open.
Then, his tongue is there, hot and firm, stroking my clit in small circles.
The sensation that hits me is immediate. I’m already turned on, and this is like a shock to the system. I arch into him, but Gage just lays one heavy arm across my waist and pins me down. In response, I yank his hair again.
He glances up at me once, but he doesn’t stop tonguing my clit or holding me. The eye contact shoots a bolt down my spine. He looks like he’s looking into my soul. The look is passionate and hungry, and… affectionate.
I suck in a breath and look away, the eye contact too intense. This is just a hookup. Just a hookup, Raven.
Then, Gage moves his other hand down, and I feel his fingers against my opening, pressing in slightly.
“Fuck.” I arch my back, waiting for him to push them in. Only he just lets them sit just inside me, not going any further.
“More,” I gasp.
When he doesn’t do anything, I look down, and there’s a teasing look in his eye.
“Gage,” I growl.
He pulls away from me for a second. “As you wish.” Then his fingers press into me and brush against my G-spot. Sparks flash across my vision, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
He presses into me and eats, getting me so close to my orgasm. Every time I’m almost there, he backs off just the slightest bit. After the third time, I realize he’s doing it on purpose.
I sit up. “Get up here.”
Gage looks up at me, his gaze hazy.
I pat the bed beside me. “Hurry.”
Gage hesitates but does as I ask.
“Flip,” I demand, so he’s lying on his back. His eyes widen as he realizes I’m about to straddle his face. Then, I settle down on his tongue, and he lets out a vibrating groan. I lean into it, feeling the groan get me right up to the edge of an orgasm again.
I lean forward toward where his dick is hard and throbbing against his stomach. “Were you being a tease?”
Gage can’t answer ‘cause I’m on his mouth, but then I grab his dick, and he grunts. He stiffens in my hold, hot and throbbing.
“Couldn’t be you, right?” I stroke him up and down, smirking at the way his dick jumps in my hand.
Then Gage attacks my clit harder, sucking on it and pulsing his mouth. I hiss, frozen in pleasure for a second.
No. I renew my efforts on his dick, stroking it up and down, cupping my hand over the tip, and spitting on it. Then, I take him into my mouth.
Gage’s whole body locks up, and his mouth freezes on me.
I let go of him with a pop. “I’ll teach you to edge me.”
I set to do just that. I suck Gage with a fervor I’ve never sucked before, enjoying every slight movement that he gives.
Every sound, every gasp for air around my pussy.
I hold myself over his face longer and longer, cutting off his air while I stroke his dick with my mouth.
Every time I feel his balls draw up, I back away.
After the third time, Gage is sputtering.
“Please,” he says, but it’s muffled.
I snort. Please is so uncreative. Boring, almost. I just tickle my finger down the underside of his shaft, feeling goosebumps perk up on his thighs.
“Make me come, and this wouldn’t have to happen.”
Then he brings all his attention to my clit, licking and sucking it until I’m right at the edge, shivering. Then, with one powerful pulse of his mouth, I fall over the edge, coming on his face.
Gage groans into me, vibrating my orgasm higher, longer. I shake with pleasure, exploding on his tongue, stomach clenching in waves.
Finally, when I come down, I pant onto his dick, which is throbbing in my hand. When I stroke him, Gage whimpers, “Raven, please,” he pants.
“Please?” I’m still trying to catch my breath.
“Fuck, I—fuck!” His voice changes as I stroke all the way to his tip.
I place my lips on him. “Hmmm.”
His hips shift. “I’m gonna…”
“What? You’re gonna come?” Immediately, I freeze all of my movements. Gage groans, body trembling.
“You haven’t gotten permission yet.”
His plea is immediate. “Please. I need to.”
I lean down to breathe on his dick, hoping it’s enough to keep him right on the edge.
“Oh god,” his fingers are in my thighs, and they’re digging in. I shiver with the bite of pain.
“Don’t move. If you move, I won’t let you come.”
I wait for him to acknowledge what I said. I hear blankets rustle and feel him nodding against my pussy. Then, I drop my mouth onto his dick and hold it steady.
Gage jerks the tiniest bit, then stays still, just like I asked. I wait for him to move. To shove up into me and take what he wants from my mouth. But he doesn’t. He obeys with a fine trembling in his thighs.
I suck as a reward, holding suction and massaging my tongue along him.
“Oh fuck, oh my god, fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m going to come.” There’s a constant stream of words behind me, but I ignore them. I just wait for the throbbing to pass, then slowly move my head up and down. It’s too slow, and I know it. Again, I wait for Gage to disobey.
He doesn’t. He holds still just like I asked, even though I feel he’s a stroke or two away from coming, his balls up tight.
I feel like I’m going to come myself, reveling in Gage’s restraint.
Then, I let loose. I suck him, running my mouth up and down his dick. I feel the throb and keep going.
With a shout, Gage comes in my mouth. I suck his cum down, pulsing my mouth around him. His hips make little jerks, but he holds himself still.
When I pop off his dick, both of us are panting. The only sounds in the quiet room are our breaths. Then, I crawl off Gage. For a brief moment, I want to lie next to him. Snuggle up, close my eyes, and just soak in the feeling.
Then I remember that this is just temporary. I remember how much it’ll hurt later if I do that.
But I want to. I want to so badly I can feel it like a pressure in my chest.
What will it hurt?
But if I stay here, I’ll fall asleep, and I absolutely cannot fall asleep next to Gage. So, in a motion that makes physical pain fill my chest, I slip off the bed, grabbing my clothes.
“Raven?”
I make a noise.
Gage rolls to his side. He looks handsome and sated, and he is stunning lying there. Curse him.
“You good?”
“Yep.” I hold my shirt to my chest. “Just, uh… gotta pee. You know. UTI.” Then I walk to the bathroom.
The little moment of hurt in his eyes is almost enough to get me to go back. To crawl into bed with him and lay there until we both fall asleep.
Almost.
It’ll be easier this way in the long run.