Chapter Seven
Jill
Being told to go to the owner’s office at work feels a lot like being called to the principal’s office, and I don’t like it. When I walk into Gage’s office to find him waiting for me with that fucking grin of his, I want to slap it right off him.
And rip his clothes off.
The tension in the air that settles in the room around us feels electrified, sparking my defiance. I don’t know what he called me into his office for, and I don’t care. Because now that I’m here, I’ll be running the show.
“Why are you following me?” I demand, crossing my arms over my chest and glaring at him. A pleased smirk appears on Gage’s devastating face as he leans forward in his chair and places his clasped hands on the desk in front of him. The pure self-satisfaction in his expression confirms that this is what he’s wanted all along—my attention.
No, not just my attention.
Me.
“Because when I’m not with you, there’s an itching in my veins that only the sight of you can fix.”
I blink at him, processing his words. That wasn’t the answer I was expecting, and I’m not sure how to feel about it.
“You’re not just trying to get into my pants?” I ask skeptically. I’m not buying it.
“I never said that.”
“You’re attracted to me,” I state as his hungry gaze sweeps over me.
“Like you wouldn’t fucking believe,” he says, standing from his chair. The sexual desire radiates off him and thickens the air around us. “If you don’t have a god complex, I’ll give you one.”
“What do you want? What are you getting out of this?”
I don’t trust a single word coming out of his mouth. If he wanted to fuck me, why hasn’t he done it already? I’ve had plenty of men desire me before, but this feels different—amplified. It’s hard to wrap my head around.
“Isn’t it obvious, Jill?” He steps from behind the desk and walks over. “I want you.”
“You get off on watching me, don’t you?” My barb of accusation hits Gage without inflicting any damage. Instead, a wicked smile crosses his face.
“Yes,” he states, stepping closer to me. “Yes, I do. Watching you was my favorite thing to do in the entire world. It was my reason for existing.” His words douse my body in gasoline, his dark eyes promising to set me ablaze.
“Was?” I ask, desire itching through me until I’m overtaken.
Gage’s passionate gaze on me is intoxicating, and I can’t seem to get enough. There’s something addictive in the way he looks at me, like I’m the only thing that keeps his heart beating—a being looking at its life source.
A man looking at his god.
I like being his deity.
“It was,” he confirms, taking another step towards me. He’s waiting for something—a sign? “Then I kissed you. Kissing you will be my reason for living until I fuck you.”
Those words are the spark that has me going up in flames.
“Fuck me,” I repeat, making his eyes flare. “You really think I’m going to let some psycho stalker fuck me?”
“I know you are.” There isn’t a drop of doubt in his voice. “You like that I follow you, watch you, want you. You feed off my attention, my need. It makes you want, makes you hot—makes you wet. And I’m the only one who can give you what you need. Isn’t that right, little devil?”
“You think you can handle all of me? I’m a lot of woman.”
“Let’s get one thing clear.” He inches closer to tower over me, his eye contact deeply intentional. “You’re my warmup weight, Jill, so watch that pretty little mouth of yours and remember who you’re talking to. We’re made for each other. I’m the only man who will ever be able to handle you the way you deserve to be handled.” His eyes dip lower, trailing down my body like a caress. “All of you.”
My breath catches in my chest and arousal pours through me until I’m throbbing for him. Gage doesn’t miss any of it.
“I bet your pussy is throbbing and needy for what only my cock can give you. You’re wet for me right now, aren’t you?”
“I’m soaked.” The words come out breathless.
“Show me,” he commands, coming closer. He’s just inches from me now, his eyes latched onto me like he won’t ever look away. Like he can’t.
“Come find out for yourself.”
That’s it, the sign he’s been waiting for. Those four words, and he’s been unleashed.
In the blink of an eye, he’s on me, his lips descending on mine as one of his hands slides down into my shorts. When his fingers find my pussy—drenched and without panties—an animalistic groan sounds deep in his chest. “Fuck, baby.”
“I’m no one’s baby.” I gasp as his lips trail along my jaw, his teeth tugging and nipping against my skin. My hands grasp his broad shoulders, clinging to him as his hand toys with my pussy lips. He runs his fingers through my arousal, teasing my swollen clit until I’m squirming, begging for more.
“Is that right, Menace?” he murmurs deeply in my ear. Two of his fingers sink into me, making me arch against him.
“Mmm, much better,” I sigh, falling back against his desk. Gage follows me like a magnet, his unrelenting body pressed to mine. His lips leave mine briefly as he uses the hand that’s not playing my pussy like a violin to swipe everything on his desk out of the way, sending papers and books flying. His fingers withdraw from inside me to pull off my shorts until they’re falling down my legs onto the floor, leaving me naked from the waist down.
“If I were a patient man, I’d feast on your pussy like it was my last meal,” he growls as I pull him closer by the waistband of his jeans. “But I’m desperate to be inside you, to finally have what’s mine. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life, Jill.”
“Then don’t make me wait,” I pant. My hands make quick work of his pants and briefs as he reaches behind his head to pull his shirt off, his muscled torso rippling beneath dark ink. Reaching for the condom he pulled out of his pocket, I take it out of his hand to rip open the package and roll it down his stiff cock. His impressive erection stands tall, already hard as steel—all for me.
“Take it off,” he demands, his voice rough with barely bridled need. Tugging at my halter top, I pull it over my head. My strapless bra is last to join my clothes on the floor, allowing my heavy breasts to fall free.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Gage’s all-consuming eyes devour me from head to toe, the muscle in his angular jaw ticking.
The admiration in his eyes as he takes in my fully naked body does nothing to detract from the dark desire swirling around him. There’s a split second of hesitation, a moment of indecision—should he fall to his knees and worship me as his idol, or ruin me until I’m so stained by his touch that no man will ever stand a chance to see my full beauty again?
His hands fondle my large breasts, kneading them roughly with a groan before trailing down to caress my soft stomach, palm my thick thighs, then cup my fupa.
“Christ, you’re a fucking dream. My walking wet dream.” My pussy throbs with desire, already so wet and swollen, more than ready for him to fill. “Look at this pretty pussy, already crying for my cock.”
“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll go find someone who will,” I threaten, impatient and horny. I can’t wait any longer. I need him to stop playing with his food and fucking eat it. A shadow crosses Gage’s face, anger darkening his eyes. A tattooed hand circles my throat, pushing me back on the desk as the broad head of his cock presses into my pussy.
With one rough thrust, he’s inside me—filling me, stretching me to capacity. I hiss out a breath at the twinge of pain that radiates through my body, not fully prepared for his girth. The discomfort mingles with an undeniable pleasure, making me moan.
Holy shit.
“Is this what you wanted, little devil?” Gage growls, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting in to the hilt, making the pain melt into pleasure.
“Yes,” I moan. “More.” The hand on my neck adds pressure as he pulls out and slams back in again and again. His pace is punishing, overwhelming my body until I’m delirious. His free hand palms my ass, pulling my thighs to wrap around his waist to hold me closer. He lowers his lips to my right breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth. I gasp as his tongue circles me before his teeth clamp down roughly. The bite of pain flares through me like a fuse, igniting a breath-stealing orgasm.
My back arches off the desk, my mouth parting as a helpless cry escapes me. The aching bliss that tears through my body has me gasping for air against Gage’s hand. His assault on my senses is unrelenting and unrepentant as he drills my greedy pussy with his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, my thighs clamping around him. His mouth moves across my chest, sucking and biting until my skin is tender and raw beneath his lips. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“I’m just getting started with you, Menace.” The hand necklace around my throat releases me to wrap my arms around his neck, and I’m being lifted. He carries me like I’m light and dainty, but his touch is anything but gentle. His cock pulses inside me, making me so overcome with need that it doesn’t even register that he’s walking us across the room until I’m being lowered onto the sofa, and Gage’s body is covering mine.
I rock against him, chasing the friction that’s building between us. Gage looks down at me, his eyes blazing over my skin until I’m singed. “You are so fucking gorgeous, it’s unreal,” he murmurs deeply. “I’m going to mark every inch of your glorious body so there won’t ever be a question about who owns it.”
“You talk too much.” I tighten my inner muscles to clamp down on his cock, making him grunt. “Words mean nothing.” His mouth lowers to capture mine, kissing me deeply as he moves inside me with short, deep thrusts.
There’s a wave building inside me, climbing higher and higher with each stroke of his cock and graze of his teeth. The sound of his hard panes meeting my soft curves mingles with the moans and sighs filling the room.
I run my hands up his solid torso, feeling his muscles ripple with each thrust. My fingernails dig into his broad shoulders as the passion takes over my limbs, scratching the inked skin. Gage’s grunts and moans feed into my veins until I’m dizzy from the pleasure.
His lips are everywhere, latching onto every inch of skin he can reach. He sucks on the side of my neck as he explores me. His left arm supports his weight while his right hand grabs greedy handfuls of my ass, thigh, fleshy waist, and palms my breast to fondle it roughly.
The wave grows stronger, the current threatening to steal me into the undertow as he plunges into me so hard and deep I struggle to take air into my lungs. I’m getting so close. He can feel it.
“You want to come, don’t you?” He reaches between us to rub my clit, making me tremble against him. “You want to come all over my cock.”
“Don’t play with me,” I warn him. I swear if he decides to stop now, I’ll gut him like a fish. I’m sure he can read it all over my face, and he grins down at me—a smile of deep satisfaction, his movements never faltering.
“I like playing with you, little devil. But not about this, because I like pleasing you so much more.” His hand on my clit gives a sharp smack against my swollen flesh—once, then twice—and it’s all I need.
“I’m coming,” I cry. “Oh yes, Gage.” The floodgates open, and the tsunami pounds through me until there’s no chance of survival. I writhe against him, his name leaving my lips over and over as the pleasure carries me away.
“That’s right, Menace. You’re coming for me.” His eyes are fixated on my face as I fall apart around his cock, and it’s his undoing. Gage is at the point of no return, his grunts growing louder and heavier as he pistons in and out of me. “Fuck, Jill.”
His dark eyes never leave my face as he explodes inside me, pumping roughly through the power of his own release. His arms shake above me, growls turning into guttural groans. He slams into me once, twice, three more times as he rides out his climax before he finally stills inside me. His arm gives out, and he collapses on top of me, completely spent.
Laying crushed beneath this tattoo god, I can’t wrap my head around what just happened between us. I’ve never come so hard in my fucking life—it’s almost as if he read a manual on exactly what to do to my body to maximize my pleasure. But this wasn’t practiced or calculated. It was instinctual. He didn’t need an instruction manual because he read me and knew exactly what I needed. And he sure as hell gave it to me.
Goddamn.
Neither of us move for several long seconds as we recover enough to regain brain function, our panting and sighing the only sounds filling the room. I can feel the erratic beating of Gage’s heart against my chest, and I know he can feel mine. Gage’s nose presses into my hair with a deep inhale, nipping lightly at the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, then soothing it with his tongue.
“I knew it.” His deep voice vibrates in his chest and into my bones. “Fucking you is the reason I’m on this earth.” When he lifts his head to look down at me, the gratified look on his face tugs at my soul and threatens to steal it.
What am I supposed to say to that?
When he leans down to capture my lips with his, I’m relieved. It’s not often I’m at a loss for words, but I can’t seem to scrape together a full sentence. The man has thoroughly fucked my brains out, leaving nothing but mush.
Our mouths move together in a languid kiss, this one more slow and sensual than before. He brushes a strand of dark hair away from my cheek before cupping my face. Pulling back to look down at me, his gaze is intense and his tone turns contemplative. “The plans I have for you, Jillian Hart.”
That snaps me out of it.
“The only plans I have are to go home and shower you off me before my dinner plans.” I finally got my voice back. Gage smiles at my words like he finds them flattering.
“No amount of showering will ever wash me off of you, little devil. I’m permanent.” He pulls out of me, leaving a satisfying ache. When I move to get up, his hold on my jaw turns possessive. “Threaten to let another man touch you again, and I won’t let you come,” he says, and I know he means it. Defiance trickles through me, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“Bold of you to assume you’ll ever get the chance.” I’m bluffing, we both know it. But I can’t let him have the last word. He chuckles darkly, like I’m a child who’s in way over her head. But he lets me get up anyway.
Gage remains lounging on the couch when I stand, and I feel his eyes on me as I reach up to run a hand through my tangled hair—I hate to think what my bangs look like right now. When I turn my back to him, he reaches out to grab a handful of my ass before giving it a smack and watching it jiggle. “Soon, I’m going to be inside this gorgeous ass of yours.”
I bend down to pick my clothes up off the floor, looking at him over my shoulder. There’s no denying this will happen again. His big dick energy actually matches his cock—and he knows how to use it. But I’m not about to stroke his ego.
“You’re a decent fuck, Gage. Don’t ruin it with your mouth.”
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do.” The dark promise in his voice sends a shiver through me. “I’m going to ruin you with my mouth. And my fingers and my cock.”
I slip on my shirt before stepping into my shorts and tugging them up my legs. It takes a few bouncing hops to get the fabric over my hips and ass so I can button them. I grab my shoes and bra off the floor before heading towards the door.
“I’m leaving,” I say over my shoulder. “Don’t follow me.” I spare him one last glance as I reach for the doorknob.
He lays on the sofa completely naked, his gorgeous tattooed body on full display. The wicked expression on his face makes it look as if Satan himself is planning to make me his queen of the underworld. Our eyes clash in a silent conversation. Flicking the lock, I yank the door open and strut out.
It doesn’t matter where I go. He’s always following.