Chapter 21 - Carissa #2
“Stop.” With a firm grip on my shoulders, he pulled me off his cock so fast a dull ‘pop’ echoed in the empty space of the gym. My chest heaved as my lungs fought to even out my breathing, my mouth and chin slick with him. “You need to stop, or…”
“Or what?”
He hooked me behind my knees again, but this time it wasn’t to pull me close.
He lifted them up, high enough that the force pushed me onto my back.
My head hit the firm cushion of the weight bench with a thud.
And then he was bearing over me, frantically groping at my shorts.
They were down and flung aside in a flash, but that was where his urgency stopped.
Or at least, where it paused. He rocked back on his heels to take in the sight of my pussy, soaked and swollen with want.
Without need for his guidance, I nudged my knees wider apart, opening myself even more for him. Gage let out a thick, hoarse groan that reverberated through the bench and into my bones. Fresh arousal trickled out of me, sliding over my bare ass.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I thought about the mess we’d have to clean after, but it was only a fleeting fragment of common sense. Gage made sure it didn’t last longer than that.
He settled on the bench again, my legs sprawled over his shoulders.
This whole time, his gaze was transfixed on my pussy.
One hand stroking his cock, he reached out and dragged two fingers through my wetness, parting my folds as he went.
First circling and nudging my entrance, then sliding up, over my clit, and back down.
He repeated the motion a few more times, totally entranced, his focus etched into the lines of his face.
I writhed under his touch, lifting my hips whenever he got close to pushing inside me.
It never happened, though, he just kept me wanting, throbbing, aching for it.
I was fascinated by it. By him. How he seamlessly blended all his rough edges with the most tender parts of himself. To culminate in an experience that had me dizzy with how much I wanted him.
He inched closer on the bench, and I could feel his cock brushing against me.
I rolled my hips, but all my intentions of moving things along got tangled up when he lifted his two fingers to his mouth and, keeping eye contact, sucked them in.
His lids fluttered closed and he moaned deeply as he cleaned every last drop of my slick from them.
When next he looked at me, his pupils were blown out, and that careful uncertainty from before was gone.
“I’m going to fuck you slowly.” His voice was so choked with desire it was barely a whisper.
I shuddered with the thrill of it. “I’m going to take my time with you.
Slow. Until you can’t take it anymore. Until you’re begging me to fuck you hard.
And when that happens, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be screaming my name. ”
I bit back a long, drawn out moan. It was as if I could already feel what he was describing.
“Don’t worry,” he went on, taking hold of his dick and guiding it toward my pussy. “We’re far enough from the bedrooms, so you can be as loud as you want.”
He made contact, sliding his shaft between my folds with just enough pressure.
With one hand to keep it steady, he worked back and forth at a painfully slow pace, paying extra attention whenever he reached my clit.
At that specific point, he’d angle the tip of his cock so it pressed into the tightly coiled bundle of nerves, flicking over it before the rest of his shaft followed.
The sensation drove me wild.
I clawed at his chest, his shoulders, the underside of the bench. Anything I could sink my nails into. Anything that would help me keep it together while he had his way with me. For someone who’d been holding back this long, he showed an impressive amount of patience. It was so fucking hot.
As he continued stroking me with his dick, my hips found the rhythm all on their own, rolling with his movements.
The throbbing in my clit intensified, and my pussy clenched dangerously.
Another stroke, his tip flicking over me, another stroke, again and again.
My head thrashed from side to side, and I bit the inside of my lip to keep from crying out.
I wasn’t bothered with being heard. Gage was right about the gym being a safe distance from everyone else.
I just desperately needed to show him the same level of control.
He made it damn near impossible though.
“Have something to say?” Another stroke, flicking over me.
I shook my head, breath coming in hot, shallow pants.
“Well, I do.”
A small grunt broke from deep in his throat, but it didn’t change what he was doing to me. It did, however, make me feel a little better to know he was exerting some effort to keep himself together.
He kissed the inside of my knee where it trembled beside his head. “I forgot to tell you…” Another stroke, the tip of his cock driving harder into my clit. “...You don’t get to come until I say so.”
“Wh— what?”
The stroking stopped. Now he put all his attention on my pulsing clit, swirling his tip around and around.
“You heard me.”
I clenched my teeth so hard it hurt, back arching off the bench as I tried to squeeze my legs closed. But Gage blocked the movement by simply leaning forward, his broad shoulders bracketing my knees apart. Just how he wanted me.
“I— I can’t.” Already, my climax pressed down on me, no longer a whisper or a distant promise. My entire body shook with it.
“You can. And you will.” He switched up again, slapping my pussy with his dick. The crude sting in my clit was scorching hot, and I squirmed for more.
Which is what he gave me.
A series of quick slaps, then he soothed it over with a long stroke of his shaft again.
“There you go,” he said. “See how well you’re doing?”
The sound I made fell somewhere between a moan and a pathetic whimper. I was his. And he knew it.
“Just a little longer, babe. Think you can hold on?”
Thinking was a luxury for people whose brains hadn’t been turned to fuck-sludge by insanely hot and commanding hockey players with beautiful dicks. And as of a few minutes ago, I’d stopped being one of them.
The stroking stopped again, and I braced myself for that exquisite sting. But it didn’t come.
Gage had another switch in mind. He teased my entrance with his tip, barely pressing himself against the tight throbbing there before pulling back, only to do it all over again. On the third nudge, he slipped the head of his cock inside. And stopped.
“Easy… Breathe.”
The instruction was likely brought on by the way my pussy had instantly clamped around him, walls fluttering toward my inevitable annihilation.
But he didn’t want me there, although it was where we were both heading.
No, he wanted to fuck me slow and I wasn’t allowed to come until he told me to. So, I breathed.
The tension thrumming in my stomach barely eased, but it did help the painful ache in my pussy to recede a little. I took one more slow, deep breath, and let it out, my eyes finding his.
“There she is.” He pulled out, and gave me his tip again, repeating the movement once, twice.
“Oh, God. Please, Gage. I need to feel you. I want y—”
“Shhh.” He stilled my horny rambling by bringing his cock between my folds again. “You’ll feel me, babe. I promise. You’ll feel all of me.”
Then he was back at my entrance. Teasing. I could no longer control what my hips were doing, going all out in search of him. He’d said before that I’d be begging for it, and I figured if I maybe did more of that, he’d have pity on me and stick it in.
“Please… fuck me. I don’t want to wait anymore. Please, Gage. I want your dick in me.”
There was definite progress after that. I was sure he’d gone a little deeper.
But he pulled out before I could be sure, his firm grip on his dick the only thing keeping this slow dance going.
“Promise you won’t come?” I nodded sharply, and he edged inside again, giving me more.
“Promise you won’t come once I stretch your tight little pussy with my throbbing cock? Hm? Answer me.”
The last of his words was punctuated with the agonizing slide of his dick. I bit down hard on my lips and nodded again. His eyebrow quirked, he pulled out.
“I said answer me.”
“I promise I won’t come.” It came out sounding like one long word instead of five, and my head fell back on the weight bench. I was a fucking mess, and there was nothing I could do about it.
“That’s it,” he said, and slowly pushed into me again. “You only come when I tell you to.”
A strangled moan clawed its way out of me. “O— only when you tell me.”
“Good. Now let’s see how well you take me.”
He leaned forward, my legs firmly locked on his shoulders so the motion folded me in half.
Opening me all the way. And the thing I’d been begging for finally happened.
Gage slowly slid his dick into me, the muscle in his jaw twitching dangerously as he fought for control.
Inch by inch, my walls accommodated him with a sensual stretch until there was nothing left to give.
“Breathe,” he reminded, clearly feeling the pulsing inside me intensify.
But how the fuck was I supposed to breathe my way out of this when I was more turned on than ever? Hornier than I’d ever been? Desperate for him to fill me exactly like he was doing.
Holding onto my thighs for support, he started pulling out just as deliberately as he’d entered. Two more just like that, finding his rhythm, and then he was fucking me slow, like he said he would. I shifted my hips again, and he watched himself disappear inside as I took him in, from tip to base.
“You’re so. Fucking. Tight,” he said, finally losing some composure. He let go of a groan he couldn’t hold back, while I fought to hold on to the waning shreds of my control.
One steadying breath, and Gage renewed his thrusts with more confidence, moving his hips so meticulously I was sure the pace would drive me to insanity. After a minute or two million, his movements became faster, breaking free by degrees.
Which turned out to be perfect timing for me, because I’d exhausted all of the ducks on all of the ponds. No amount of breathing was going to save me. I was going to come, and I was going to come hard.
Sensing my hurtling approach toward oblivion, Gage did the impossible. He slowed down. Bracing himself to my vocal protests, he straightened enough to bring his hand between us.
“You’ve been such a good girl for me,” he said, touching his thumb to my clit as he thrust into me. Hard. “Now I want you to come for me.”
Stars burst behind my lids as I dug my nails into the taut flesh of his shoulders, head thrown back in ecstasy.
He drove into me again. The weight bench shifted precariously, but not enough to ward him off.
Because, God help me, he did it again. Slamming into me, hard and fast, his thumb coaxing the throbbing tension in my clit to unravel.
“Fuuuck.” The word was carried out on a choked-up gasp of hot breath, my lungs emptying themselves. “Oh, my God, Gage. Gage… Oh, Gage…”
“That’s it. I want to feel how you squeeze my cock. I want your tight pussy to clench around me and take everything I’ve got.”
He added more pressure with his thumb, sweaty skin-on-skin slapping sounds filling the air around us.
Evidence of just how badly we both wanted to send ourselves over the edge.
A warm, tingling rush shot through my body.
He tensed at the same time, balls tight.
And together we shattered into a thousand pieces, floating on breathless grunts and moans as Gage buried himself deep inside, his hot, sticky come filling me up in bursts.
With his dick still in me, he gripped my waist and lifted me so I’d follow him as he flopped back to sit, his back resting against the bar of the weights.
Our breath mingled, faces almost touching.
He caressed my cheek, gazing into my eyes.
I held my breath, heart stuttering at everything unspoken suddenly laid bare.
There were no words I could find that would live up to how I felt in that moment, and the way he smiled at me proved he understood.
“How about a shower?” he asked, and placed the softest kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“Only if you swear you’ll do that again.”
He kissed the other corner so it would be balanced. “Which part?”
“All of it,” I said, and took his mouth with mine.