31. Gilli #2
I circle my hips and he grinds against me, pushing deeper until I moan and cling and arch and ache. Craving everything.
“What do you want, Tase?” I breathe out his name and lock my ankles behind his back.
“I want you. To fuck, to laugh, to smile at me in the morning. Every. Fucking. Day.”
He grabs my ass and fucks me harder, watching my breasts bounce, drinking in the sounds leaving my throat. I meet every thrust with one of my own. Giving in to him until we find a harsh rhythm that works for both of us.
I want to shatter.
I’m shaking, my breathing harsh and ragged, but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
I can only hold on, crying out his name as he reaches between us to tease my clit in time with the rocking of his hips. Every part of me draws tight as he takes me to the edge, stopping just before I go over.
“Let me come. Please.” I’m not above begging.
He grabs one leg, hauling it up to his shoulder to drive even deeper. “Not yet.”
“No?”
“I’ve spent too much time without you to have it done soon.”
I clench tight around him, so close to finishing, but he prolongs the moment. Drawing it out. Taking me right to the first blissful tastes of the orgasm before drawing back, making me shiver with pleasure.
Tase laughs darkly. “There are so many things I want to do to you, Gilli.”
At last he allows me to come, the orgasm shuddering through me. He grinds against my clit with his pubic bone, slowing the rhythm only to lock his gaze with mine.
Slowing from his frenzied thrusts to something forceful and hard that makes me pant.
He stretches me with every drive of his cock and he doesn’t let me rest. Not until he’s done using me This is less about release and more about greed.
The one time I’ve seen him be selfish.
My muscles tense at the flash of darkness over his face before he kisses me, owns me down to my bones, and the door I’d glimpsed earlier, of a life with Soren and Aiden, widens to give me a better understanding of the fantasy inside.
Tase is there, too. How it would feel to love him too. All of them.
He comes without warning, thrusting to the hilt and finishing inside of me, keeping me still. It takes him a moment to return, but when he does, his attention is all for me.
I melt into his kiss and his weight settles comfortably over me.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers against my lips. “I should have been gentler with you.”
“It was perfect.”
Tase hauls me off the tabletop, his cock still buried inside of me. He cradles me to his chest and stalks out of the room, growling when his pants trip him up. He pauses only to kick them aside.
I kiss the side of his jaw. “I don’t want to go to bed.”
He chuckles lightly. “What about sleeping?”
“I’m not ready to sleep. Not yet. The day’s still young. ”
I feel him twitch inside of me at the idea. I clamp down harder as he switches directions away from the staircase and into the living room.
“If you’ll give me a minute, I’ll start a fire. Then I’ll fuck you sideways in front of the flames.” He nips my earlobe and I shiver. “We have all night.”
“The others will wonder where I am.”
The thought is half hazy under the sweet and velvety heat of sex. The afterglow, the haze, where the mind fogs and nothing else matters.
Except the boys do matter. To me.
“They know you’re okay because I texted them. They also know you’re not coming home tonight.”
Tase sets me on the couch and I get a glimpse of his half naked body, with his glistening cock now limp.
He grabs some wood from a carrier and carefully arranges the logs in the fireplace.
Then he fills in the gaps with old newspapers.
It takes less than ten minutes to get the flames stoked high, and with the dwindling light from outside, I capture the image in my mind like a snapshot.
Recording it for the rest of my life with a mental click .
The man is charming, his tall frame bent over the grate as he studies his work, his shirt askew and his hair standing on end. But the best part of it is his naked lower half and his ass hanging out. Just for me. My own personal peep show.
Once he’s got the fire roaring, he turns to me, the light reflected in his eyes.
“The things it does to me when you look at me that way,” he mutters.
“Look at you what way?”
Adjusting myself on the couch, I spread my legs, showing him my shaved pussy. I slide a finger toward my throbbing clit and the wetness still pooled from our first round.
Tase’s expression goes hungry, his eyes narrowed. “Like you’re just as needy as I am. You look at me like I mean something to you.”
“Because you do.” I maintain eye contact as I dip the first knuckle of my index finger inside of me as he watches.
“Not even my wife looked at me the way you do. It makes a man feel powerful.”
Tase stands up, towering over me. His cock gets harder with every step he takes and when he stops in front of the couch, the glistening tip bobs right in front of my face. I take the shaft in hand and work it up toward the tip.
“I’m too old for you,” he grunts out.
Still holding eye contact, I bend my head and swipe my tongue across the head.
His hips jerk when I take his dick in my mouth.
“You’re young and beautiful. You could have anyone you want.”
I suck Tase deep until he hits the back of my throat. My gag reflex is strong and I swallow down over it, holding him there for another long second before I release him and draw in a breath.
“But your mouth,” he groans, “is so sweet.”