Chapter Fifteen
Gage
Cutting the rumbling engine of my motorcycle does nothing to quiet the energy coursing through me. Parking is tight, so I walk the block and a half with powerful strides until I see the building come into view.
She left her fucking blinds open.
Jill stands in her living room in full view of where I stand on the street, looking into her apartment. She’s looking into the full-length mirror she has set up in the corner of her living room, admiring herself from different angles in a sexy new black lace bodysuit.
Her ample body is fucking banging, perfectly showcased by how the lace cuts high on her full hips, and her generous ass swallows the thong back. This must be a new work outfit. She’s a showstopper. Even with a skirt or shorts on top, every man in the city will be bricked up the moment they lay eyes on her. They can look all they want, can desire her all they want.
They’ll never get the chance to touch.
Jill disappears into her room for a few minutes, and I consider rounding the side of the building to her French doors. But when she emerges after a few minutes, my entire body stands at attention—especially my cock.
She’s wearing a red mesh lingerie set, the tiny little thong sitting high on her hips, covering nothing but a tiny triangle between her legs. The scarlet bra top has lust ripping the air from my lungs. The underwire cups her big tits perfectly with a big satin bow tied across the front to keep them in. All it will take is the tug on a ribbon to have her nipple in my mouth. I’ll unwrap her like the gift she is.
My cock is so hard it almost hurts.
Pulling out my cell phone, I dial her number. I watch her grab the phone and answer it without looking to see who’s calling.
“Hello?” Even distracted, her sultry voice is alluring.
“You better be wearing that for me,” I say deeply, reaching down to adjust the raging boner in my pants. She freezes and looks around her apartment like I might be standing right behind her.
Soon, I will be.
“Maybe, maybe not.” The way she smiles into the phone, a playful smile that spells trouble, has me taking a step closer to her window.
“No one else will ever get the chance to see you in it.”
“I don’t know, we’ll have to see. Won’t we?”
“I’ll make sure of it.”
“Oh, will you?” She’s teasing me, and her taunting has me making a beeline to the door of her building. “And how do you plan on doing that?”
“Let me in, little devil.”
“What are you, the big bad wolf?” she asks as I stalk towards her front door. I could go around back, but I don’t need to give away those secrets—yet.
“If you don’t open the door, I’ll huff, and I’ll puff and find my own way in.” Either way, I’m going to devour her. There’s a moment of silence on the line, and for a split second, I wonder if I’m going to have to use the side entrance after all. But then I hear the slide of her chain and the click of the deadbolt on the other side of the door.
As soon as the doorknob turns, I’m crowding the door. I storm into the apartment, meeting a stunned Jill standing just inside the entryway with the phone still pressed to her ear. I pluck the phone from her hand, drop it on the entryway table to my left, and kick the door shut behind me.
Jill gazes up at me with those striking green eyes of hers, full lips parted. I take a step towards her, and she takes a responding step back, making me grin. She wants to play? I’m up for a little chase.
“You look—” My eyes travel over every inch of her in the little red set. She looks even better up close, my mouth is watering, and my dick aches. “Edible.”
“What are you doing here?” The question falls flat as she takes another small step backward. Her gorgeous pupils are dilated, and the way her breathing changes tells me just how turned on she is. When I rip those little panties off her, her pussy will be drenched for me.
“I’m here for you.” Pulling off my leather jacket, I toss it onto the floor beside me. “And you opened the door.”
She’s gonna run.
Jill turns on her heel and darts across her kitchen. A primal sound rumbles in my chest as I run after her. I let her stay a step ahead of me for a second just so I can watch how her ass bounces. It only takes a few strides before I’m right on top of her.
A strong hand around her throat tows her body towards me until I can pin her between the wall and her kitchen counter. She stares up at me, her breasts pressing against the big red bow with every excited breath, just begging for me to set them free.
When I lower my head to kiss her, her hand rears back to slap me across the face. Hard. My head whips to the side, completely taken by surprise, just as her favorite switchblade clicks open. When I turn back to look down at her, I feel the cold metal where she’s pressing the sharp tip to my throat.
I gaze down at her, a smile spreading across my face as she drags the sharp edge across my skin, both teasing and threatening. “A knife,” I’m so fucking turned on. “You don’t have to flirt with me, Menace. I’m right here.”
“You’re everywhere,” she says.
I’m everywhere she is.
“And I always will be. You were created just for me, Jill. There’s no escaping me, escaping this.”
“Who says I’m trying to escape?” She drops the knife, letting it clatter onto the floor, before wrapping her arms around my neck to pull me down for a kiss. Our mouths clash, lips devouring each other greedily, furiously.
I thread one of my hands through her thick, dark hair, fisting at the scalp and giving it a sharp tug. Jill lets out a breathy little moan that begs for more, driving me wild. My tongue dives into her mouth to invade and conquer, drinking her in like a man dying of thirst.
Our mouths move together, hers letting me take the lead. She allows me to dominate, and her submission buzzes over my skin like a newfound sense of power. Keeping my hand fisting her hair, my other hand moves down her luxe body to slip under the scrap of fabric covering her perfect pussy.
Jill’s breathless pants turn to moans as I stroke her, reveling in how drenched she is. All for me. A wave of hunger hits me, and I’m ready to eat. I want to lay Jill out like the feast she is.
Jill’s cry of surprise when I turn her around and lift her up onto the kitchen island melts into a moan when my mouth latches onto her neck. Sinking three fingers into her perfect pussy, her hips move to meet my thrusts as I taste her skin. Her every amped breath powers through me like wildfire until I’m nothing but smoke and ash.
Jill’s hands claw at my clothing, grabbing and scratching in search of my skin. Her nails dig into me, raking across my naked chest and shoulders until she draws blood. The rough desperation as she marks me has every one of my nerves standing on end until my entire body is electrified.
With the tug of the ribbon, the offensive bow keeping me from Jill’s gorgeous heavy breasts falls away. Her perfect dusty rose nipples greet me, begging for my lips until my mouth waters. Leaning forward, I don’t hesitate to take a taste. My lips are greedy against her skin—licking, sucking, and biting like I’ll never get the chance again.
I feel as the orgasm builds inside her, the walls of her pussy fluttering around my fingers. I want her to come, I need to see her fall apart for me. Then I’ll suck every last drop from her gorgeous pussy.
Curving my fingers to touch that magic spot deep inside her, Jill’s enchanting eyes roll back in her head. She’s so beautiful it hurts to look at her, delirious with pleasure, but I’ve always been a masochist.
“Gage—” She gasps, sending primal satisfaction coursing through me. I’ll never get enough of my name on her delicious lips, especially when she’s chanting it like a spell.
“Say it again,” I demand.
“Gage, I’m…I’m coming.” Jill’s body writhes against me as the pleasure overcomes her. Her pussy clamps around my fingers so tightly it makes my cock jump. Her cries as she’s tumbling over the edge carry my name over and over. It’s music to my fucking ears.
I want more.
Pushing her back on the counter, I pull her hips until her ass is all but hanging off the edge. Dragging the tiny little panties down her legs, they’re thrown over my shoulder before I’m diving in between her thighs face first.
A growl vibrates through me as her arousal coats my tongue. She tastes so damn sweet I could get a sugar rush. Her hips buck against my mouth as I taste and explore every delectable inch of her. My lips latch onto her clit, sucking on the swollen bud like it sustains me, making her squirm and sob in ecstasy. Keeping the bundle of nerves in my mouth, I give a low hum—the vibrations make her thighs quake, her hands threading through my hair desperately. When my teeth nip at her swollen flesh, it’s all too much.
Jill’s back bows off the counter as the euphoria steals her breath. Her hands in my hair fist painfully, egging me on as I ride out her orgasm. I drink her in, savoring the honey as the delicacy it is. My lips don’t leave her until she goes limp against the counter. When I finally stand, I can feel her dripping down my chin.
Stepping around the island, I brush the hair from her flushed face before leaning down to kiss her. She moans against my lips softly, and I know she can taste herself on my lips.
“You taste that?” I ask, making her nod against me. “That’s how good you taste.”
“No wonder you were enjoying yourself so much.”
“Almost as much as you were.” She turns her head to look at me, eyes bright against the sated expression on her gorgeous features. “I bet you’re going to be looking at this counter differently from now on.”
“It’s making me hungry.”
“You want something to eat?” She nods again. “What do you want, pretty girl?”
“There are some snacks in the fridge.” Walking over to the fridge, I ignore the rock-hard boner begging for relief against my boxers as I pull out a cheese tray and some chocolate-covered strawberries. Stepping back over to the island, I gently help Jill off the counter before taking a seat on one of the stools.
Jill walks over to her fridge, grabbing a knife on the way over. Opening her freezer, she reaches into the ice bin and pulls out a large chunk of ice made of several cubes melted together. Placing her glass on the counter, she plops the ice on top of the cup before she starts stabbing. The solid mass splinters and breaks until the pieces are small enough to fall into the glass without protest.
Pouring in sparkling water, she adds a packet of electrolytes. Taking the knife, she uses the blade to stir the powder until it’s dissolved. Looking over at me, she brings the knife to her mouth and runs the flat of her tongue along the blade to lick off the drops of liquid before taking a sip of her drink.
If I didn’t already have a boner the size of a baseball bat for her, that would’ve had me bricked up immediately.
She’s so fucking hot.
Walking back across the kitchen, drink in hand, Jill sits on the stool next to me. She reaches behind her back to unhook the red bra before tossing it on the counter, and when I look at her in question, she simply shrugs. “It served its purpose.”
“It definitely did.”
“You going to take care of that?” Jill asks, eyeing my erection. As she pops a cube of cheese into her mouth, I can see her considering wrapping her lips around something else instead.
“When I’m ready.” And I’m not ready for this to be over yet.
“What’d you do to Dane?” Jill asks curiously, her lips wrapping around a strawberry in a way that heats my blood.
“What I’ll do to anyone who touches you. Something he’ll never recover from.” I swipe a drop of the red berry juice from her full bottom lip with the pad of my thumb. Sticking my finger in my mouth, I suck the juice off with a groan.
“Pity,” she says, her tone saying she feels anything but. Her bedroom eyes lock with mine as her expression turns heated. “What’re you going to do to me?”
Leaning in, my hand grips beneath her jaw to pull her in closer. “Something you’ll never forget.” I need to teach her a lesson she’ll never want to learn again.
My hand beneath her jaw slides lower to circle her throat, giving it a firm squeeze. Jill’s eyes meet mine with a sinful smile and a breathy laugh that has awareness trickling through me.
I hold the power, but I’m not the one in control.
Not by a long shot.
“Take your last bite,” I instruct her, allowing her to snag one last square of cheese before I’m hauling her into my arms with a surprised squeal. My steps are large and fuelled with purpose as I take us into the bedroom. I’m not gentle when I toss her onto the bed.
I’ve been thinking about this from the moment she stepped into the confessional with Dane.
Grabbing her ankle to drag her down the bed, I flip her over onto her stomach and yank her hips up until her sexy dimpled ass is in the air. One of my hands tangles in her hair as I press her face to the mattress, leaning down to growl. “Don’t move. Your ass is mine.”
Jill lets out a muffled moan, making me fist my already aching cock. I’m hard as fucking steel. Pushing down my boxers, I kick them to the side as my cock springs free. Reaching for the drawer in her bedside table, I find the lube she keeps there. Opening the bottle, I spread Jill’s cheeks and let a generous amount pour out onto her dusty pink little hole. She moans when I run my thumb over the entrance, pressing the tip of it inside her briefly before reaching for my cock.
I’ll lubricate her, but that’s as gentle as I’m going to be.
She let another man touch her glorious body—a body that isn’t hers to share. Not anymore.
It’s time to remind her who owns it.
Drizzling lubricant into my palm, I run the slickness down my length and toss the bottle back in the drawer. Standing beside the bed with Jill’s ass waiting for my cock, I take a moment to soak in the sight. Her delectable asshole glistens at me, begging to be filled, her pretty pussy already dripping and swollen in anticipation.
Bringing my hand up, I give her ass a hard smack, watching how the ample flesh ripples and bounces before grabbing another rough handful. Jill moans loudly beneath me, making lust burn through my veins. She is so goddamn beautiful, her body is pure sin.
Looking down at her—at how deeply perfect she is—has a fresh wave of anger surging through me. Another man put his hands on her, thought he could have her. Dane thought he could sample something that’s only for me.
And she fucking let him.
“You did a bad thing, Jill,” I say darkly, my voice rumbling deep in my chest. “You let him touch you. You let him put his greedy hands all over this beautiful body. A body that belongs to me.”
My hand connects with her ass again firmly in another harsh spank, the skin turning pink. “There are no more warnings, Menace. No one else gets to touch you. No one.” Pressing the head of my cock to her tight bud, cruelty takes over. There’s no patience or gentleness in me as I slam into her with one hard thrust. Jill cries out, her breathing turning heavy as I shove past any resistance her body puts up until I’m balls deep inside her.
Holy fucking shit.
She’s so goddamn tight, so hot. My eyes roll back at how good she feels, squeezing the life out of me. “This body doesn’t belong to you anymore. It’s mine. I decide who gets to touch it, enjoy it. Let someone touch it without my permission again, and I won’t hesitate to put a bullet right between his eyes. Then I’ll tie you up so you can’t even touch yourself.”
Pulling out and thrusting into her again, I start moving inside her roughly. Jill’s cries are an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure. My hands sink into her generous thighs for leverage as my cock pistons inside her.
“Oh god, you’re so big.” Jill all but sobs, her pussy dripping down her thighs. “So fucking deep.”
“That’s it, take it. Take every inch of my cock with your greedy asshole.” Reaching down, I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her up onto all fours. She looks back at me over her shoulder, tortured pleasure overtaking her expression.
Perfection.
“You should see how your gorgeous ass is taking my cock, Menace.” I use my grip on her hair to leverage myself even deeper with every thrust. Her lips part, eyes closing, crying my name as her orgasm builds. “Oh, you like that. You like having my cock destroying your asshole. Don’t you?”
The desperate cry I get in response isn’t good enough. Not nearly. “Say it.”
“I like your big cock in my asshole,” she gasps, and I can’t help but growl. Her ass pushes back to meet me for every stroke, begging for more.
“That’s right, heathen. Just like that. Fuck my cock with your tight ass. Ride me.” Electricity collects at the base of my spine, building and growing like nothing I’ve ever felt before. “You want to come so badly, don’t you? I can feel just how close you are. Jesus, you’re squeezing me like a fucking vice.”
“Gage, I’m—” Jill cries, barely able to form a word as I pound into her. “I’m gonna come.”
“You haven’t learned your lesson, Jill. Who does this flawless body belong to?”
“Gage—”
“Who?”
“You.” She’s completely breathless now. I can feel her body quaking with the impending orgasm she desperately needs. “It belongs to you.”
“That’s right. You don’t decide when you come. I do,” I state darkly. “Ask me nicely.”
“I’ll kill you,” she snaps sharply, biting her lip against the withheld pleasure that continues to grow. I chuckle, I can’t help myself. She’s so fucking perfect.
“Try again.” I slam into her to the hilt and leverage my hips to force myself so deeply inside her that I’m sure she can feel me in her throat. Jill cries out again, her hand fisting in the bedsheets. She doesn’t just want to come, she needs to.
And so do I.
Then those pretty words come from her beautiful mouth. “Please let me come, Gage. Pretty please, I need to come.”
I love her sharp tongue, but fuck I’ll do anything if she asks me nicely.
Anything.
Still moving my cock inside her ass, I wrap my arm around to find her swollen clit and give it a firm pinch. “Come for me, little devil.”
Like I held a match to a fuse, Jill’s entire body bows as her orgasm tears through her like a bomb. Every muscle shakes with the force of it, her asshole clamping around my cock. Her helpless cry of bliss is music to my ears.
“Jill, holy fuck.” The words are ripped out of me as my own climax strikes like lightning. The sparks collecting in my balls explode, pleasure whipping through me like a live wire. I move through my release, powering into Jill as I empty into her.
When I finally slow to a stop, I sway on my feet, my grip on her hips tightening to steady myself.
“Damn you, Gage Lawless.” Her voice is breathless and soft, her body completely spent and pliable.
“Jesus, Jill, you’re exquisite.” Pulling out of her, I spread her ass cheeks and watch as my cum drips out of her tight bud, branding her as mine.
Her body is built just for me—every cute dimple, delicious crease, and generous curve divinely designed to take my cock, fill my hands, and sustain my mouth. She couldn’t be more devastating, more perfectly tailor-made if she had stepped out of my own fucking fantasies.
Jill is the whole package, and now that I’ve had her, I’ll never crave anything else like I do her. There isn’t anything to want with her, she’s all I need. All I’ve ever wanted.
“Don’t move, baby.”
I walk to the bathroom and grab a washcloth, running it under warm water, before returning to the bedroom. Jill hasn’t moved an inch, it doesn’t look like she can. Her body is a sated puddle melting right into the mattress. Her eyes are heavy-lidded as they track me, and I can tell she won’t last much longer before she passes out.
A deep sense of pride spreads through my chest at the thought.
I wore her out.
With gentle hands, I tenderly clean her up—wiping her clean of her arousal and mine. “You can’t stay unless you make breakfast in the morning,” she says, the defiance in her voice seeping away as the exhaustion overtakes her.
“I’ll make you whatever you want,” I inform her. Hell, I’d hire Gordon Ramsay himself to cook her breakfast in bed if she wanted me to.
Reaching up to the head of the bed, I pull back the covers to make room for my Jill. “Come here,” I say, helping Jill roll over so I can wrap my arms under her knees and around her back to scoop her up. With one large step, I’m able to lay her down on her pillow and pull the blanket over her.
“Get some rest, you’re gonna need it.”
“I’m still not sorry,” she murmurs, her blinking slowing as sleep threatens to drag her under. She’s about to lose that fight.
“Sweet dreams, baby,” I say softly, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. Her eyes slip closed as she falls into unconsciousness. And just like that, she’s completely dead to the world.
Exhaustion creeps into my body, fatigue dragging at my limbs. I need to sleep, and I’ll be in bed with Jill wrapped around me very soon. But not yet.
Grabbing my discarded jeans off the floor, I pull my cell phone out of the pocket. Falling heavily onto the vanity chair beside the bed as I press the contact and raise the phone to my ear, my eyes trace Jill’s sleeping form while it rings.
“You wanna tell me why you’re calling at four in the morning?” Anders answers on the third ring, his voice rough with sleep.
“Dane is out, tell everyone. He doesn’t step foot into a game or a casino in this city ever again,” I state.
“Shit. What did he do?”
“He touched Jill.”
“Alright, he’s out,” he agrees without hesitation with an adamance that reminds me why he’s my best friend. “I’m assuming he doesn’t have that hand anymore?”
He knows me so well.
“Not the use of either of them, probably ever again. Unless he figures out how to tattoo with his toes, his career is over,” I state, making him chuckle. “Oh, and I cut his balls off.”
“Goddamn,” Anders mutters in surprise. “You cut his balls off? That’s intense.”
“Dane’s lucky that’s all I cut off.” The darkness creeps into my voice. “He touched her.”
“He had it coming.” There’s movement on the other side of the line. “I’ll start making calls. Do you have footage you need wiped?”
“Nah, I got it covered.”
I’ve done my due diligence to cover my tracks. After today, the grabby little weasel doesn’t exist to me, and he’s no longer welcome in my city.
Goodbye, Dane Presley.