7. Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven
Eden
G age freezes, his breath hot on my inner thigh.
My confession hangs in the air, a secret whispered into my father's best friend's ear.
His grip on my hips tightens, fingers digging into soft flesh. He's a man at war, torn between desire and restraint. Looking down at my exposed body, I can see it in his eyes, a storm of primal possessiveness and sudden caution.
"Eden," he growls, the word a low rumble against my skin. His lips brush my thigh, a gentle kiss, a final question before that line is crossed forever. "Are you sure?"
I prop myself up on my elbows, looking down at him.
His hair is a mess, dark strands streaked with silver, grazing his forehead. His eyes, storm-gray and intense, lock onto mine.
I nod, no hint of uncertainty. "I'm sure, Gage. I've never wanted anyone like this."
His gaze drops to my breasts, heaving with each breath. I cup them, thumbs brushing over nipples hardened with anticipation. His cock twitches, growing impossibly harder. He's trying to hold back, to take his time.
But I'm impatient, eager.
I want him. All of him.
I spread my legs wider, giving him the invitation. His eyes darken, pupils blown wide with desire. He leans in, pressing a trail of kisses up my inner thigh. Each touch of his lips sends a jolt of electricity through me, igniting a fire that burns hotter with every second.
He pauses at the apex of my thighs, his breath hot on my pussy.
"Once I taste you, Eden, there's no stopping me."
His breath fans against my slick heat, and I swear to God, I could combust from the anticipation alone. My hands fist the cushions, my body arching in silent plea. But he just stays there, staring.
Waiting.
A strangled sound escapes my throat. " Gage— "
He groans, a deep, guttural noise vibrating through his chest. His fingers flex on my hips. Then, he leans in, inhaling deeply, like he needs to memorize the scent of me. My thighs tremble, my core tightening as need coils impossibly higher.
Then, finally, finally, his mouth claims me, his tongue sliding through my folds like he’s been starving for this moment.
His tongue glides through my wetness, slow at first, a teasing stroke that sends a shiver racing up my spine. The first touch of his mouth is too soft, too careful, and I whimper, hips lifting, chasing the pressure I need.
That’s all it takes.
A growl rumbles deep in his chest. Rising on his knees, he pins my hips down, his grip bruising, his tongue delving deeper into my hot core.
"Fuck," I pant, looking down my body at the huge man between my legs. "Yes, Gage."
He growls and the vibrations hit my right on the clit. Hot. Wet. Sinful. He finds another level, his tongue sliding into me like a man starved, like he’s been craving this moment for years.
“Jesus, sunshine,” he rasps between strokes, his lips brushing against my swollen clit. “You taste so fucking sweet.”
I shudder as he flattens his tongue and drags it up my slit, swirling over my clit before sucking it into his mouth. Pleasure slams into me, my entire body tightening under his relentless mouth.
I fist his hair, pulling at his scalp, begging for more. He groans into me, like he loves it. Like I’m his favorite fucking meal.
His stubble scrapes my thighs as he devours me deeper, tongue fucking into me, lapping up my slick heat.
The filthy sounds of his mouth—wet, greedy—fill the cabin, mixing with my helpless moans.
“Gage,” I gasp, back arching, body coiling tight. “I—oh, fuck—I’m gonna—”
He growls against my clit, sucking harder, driving me to the edge.
My fingers tangle in Gage’s hair, pulling him closer as his mouth moves against me. I can feel the pressure building, coiling tighter and tighter with each passing second.
His stubble scrapes against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, adding a delicious roughness to the sensation.
"That's it, sunshine. Take what you need."
I grind against his face, desperate for more, needing him to take me over the edge.
“Oh! Gage,” I pant, my voice trembling with need. “Please—”
He growls in response, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through me. His tongue moves faster, swirling around my clit. The pressure inside me builds until I feel like I’m going to burst.
“Oh god,” I moan, my hips bucking against his mouth. “I’m so close—”
And then it happens.
A strangled sob rips from my throat as the pleasure crashes in waves, one after another, rolling through me like lightning splitting the sky.
I feel it everywhere—every nerve ending, every cell, every heartbeat—pulsing, contracting, sending my body into helpless, uncontrollable tremors.
"Oh, Gage—oh god!" I cry, my hips bucking against his mouth, helpless against the storm tearing through me.
My head falls back, mouth open in a silent scream, eyes unseeing as the pleasure drags me under, so fucking deep I don't know if I’ll ever surface again.
My back arches off the couch, my fingers gripping Gage’s hair so tightly it must hurt. But he doesn’t stop—if anything, he doubles down, growling into me as he rides out my orgasm with his mouth.
As the waves of pleasure slowly subside, I collapse back onto the couch, panting and trembling. Gage lifts his head, his lips glistening with my arousal, and looks up at me with stormy gray eyes filled with satisfaction.
“Damn,” he murmurs, his voice rough and low. “You’re incredible.”
I can only nod weakly in response, still reeling from the intensity of what just happened.
Gage rises from between my thighs, his dark eyes locked onto mine, pupils blown wide with a savage hunger that would send a normal woman running. His lips glisten with my release, his stubbled jaw slick from where he just devoured me.
But now?
Now, his attention is elsewhere.
His thick, calloused hand wraps around his cock, stroking slowly, deliberately, like he’s savoring every goddamn second of watching me tremble beneath him.
And fuck, he’s big.
So fucking big.
The purple tip glistens, a bead of precum catching the firelight as he pumps himself from base to tip, the heavy weight of him resting against my soaked slit.
"You see this, sunshine?" His voice is a deep, gravel-rough snarl, his breath coming in heavy, controlled pants. "You feel how fucking soaked you are for me?"
I shiver, my thighs instinctively pressing together, but he catches my knee and spreads me wide, exposing every swollen, aching inch of me.
"You’re dripping all over my couch, baby," he murmurs, dragging his cock through my wetness, the thick head rubbing against my sensitive clit. "So fucking messy."
A whimper leaves my throat as the hot, velvet-smooth weight of him slides against me.
He grips himself tighter, dragging his fist up his length, hissing through his teeth as the thick veins pulse beneath his calloused fingers.
"Look at you," he groans, watching me, watching him. "You scared, sunshine?"
I bite my lip, my pulse hammering. "I—you're just… you're so… big . I've never done this, remember?"
Gage chuckles darkly, stroking himself faster, the tip of his cock nudging at my entrance, testing.
"Yeah, baby," he growls, dragging the head against my slit, coating himself in my slick. "Gonna ruin you for any other man. Gonna make sure you never want another cock but mine."
A desperate, needy sound escapes me, my hips arching toward him, toward more. But he holds back, pressing one big, warm palm to my belly, pinning me down.
"Shhh." His voice is like gravel and honey, smooth and dangerous all at once. "I’ll take care of you."
I nod frantically, fingers twisting in the sheets. "Please, Gage."
His jaw clenches. Something dark flickers in his gaze.
"You don’t beg, sunshine." His cock nudges against me, stretching me just a fraction, just enough to make me gasp. "Not for anyone."
His fingers drift down, rubbing soft, slow circles over my clit as his other hand presses his cock just an inch inside me.
"Fuck, baby," he groans, his breath ragged as he watches me take him. "You’re so damn tight."
The stretch is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Too much. Too good. My body is trembling, overwhelmed with pleasure and pain, with the way he holds me, guides me, like he knows exactly how to take me apart.
He moves so slow, so careful, so deep, giving me time to adjust. His cock pushes inside another inch, another, thick, impossibly hard, making me feel everything.
"You were made for me," he rasps, his forehead dropping to mine, his lips brushing against my gasping mouth. "Say it."
"I—I was made for you," I whisper, my walls tightening around him, pulling him deeper.
His control snaps.
Gage growls deep in his chest, his mouth slamming over mine as he buries himself deeper, and then he starts to move against the resistance until… finally, it snaps.
Gage moves slowly, every thick inch of his cock stretching me in ways I never imagined. The burning ache is so much, but the way he strokes me, whispers to me, makes it feel so good at the same time.
"Jesus, sunshine," he groans, his lips brushing against my temple. "This pussy is so fucking tight. So good."
I whimper, arching into him, my nails digging into the hard muscle of his back as he sinks deeper. My body stretches around him, the slight burn turning into something hotter, something deeper with each slow push.
"Tell me how it feels, baby."
His cock throbs inside me, stretching me open, filling me to the limit.
"I-It’s so big," I whisper, breathless, overwhelmed, lost in the feeling of him. "You’re so deep, Gage—oh, god—"
I let my hands wander, tracing the solid planes of his stomach, feeling the tight ridges of muscle shifting beneath my fingertips.
His skin is hot, smooth in some places, rough in others. My fingers find a scar near his ribs, then another slashed across his chest, faded but still there.
It's a reminder of the battles he's fought, the ones that still haunt him.
My touch slows, reverent. “Gage…”
His breath shudders as he grips my thigh, the muscles in his forearms flexing under my palms.
"Don’t look at me like that, baby," he warns, voice wrecked, like he’s barely holding on.
But I do look. Because he’s beautiful. Because he’s real, and raw, and mine .
He groans, pressing a hand between us, fingers seeking out my clit.
He drops down, kissing my jaw, his tongue flicking over my racing pulse. "This pussy was made for me. You know that, don’t you?"
I nod frantically, my breath coming in gasps, teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain, of something too big to contain.
"Touch yourself for me," he rasps. "Feel where I’m inside you."
I hesitate, overwhelmed by everything, but then his large, calloused hand finds mine and guides it lower, down my belly, between my legs.
The moment my fingers brush against my clit, I shudder, my hips jerking.
"Oh, fuck," I whimper, stroking myself as he moves deeper, his cock coated in my slickness. "Gage, I—oh god—"
My breath catches as I feel the thick base of his cock, slick and hot, sliding in and out of me with every pump of those powerful hips.
I’ve never felt this full, this stretched, this owned.
"That’s it, baby," he groans, his pace slow but devastating.
I can’t think, can’t breathe—it’s too much and not enough all at once.
My fingers move faster, rubbing tight circles over my clit. Every thrust pushes me higher, the pleasure curling tight in my belly, spiraling toward something dangerous, something explosive.
"Come for me," Gage orders, his voice pure dominance. "I wanna feel you come all over my cock, sunshine."
I gasp, my entire body seizing up, my back arching as the pleasure hits like a lightning strike. It crashes over me in waves, wild and unrelenting, stealing every last breath from my lungs.
"Gage!" I scream his name, my walls clamping down around him, milking his cock as he slams deep, burying himself to the hilt.
"Fuck," he snarls, his hips stuttering as his body tenses beneath my grip. "That’s it, baby. Take it. Take every fucking drop."
His body shakes as he thrusts once, twice more, then lets go, groaning deep and filthy as he spills inside me.
I feel it—hot, thick ropes of his cum filling me up. I've never felt anything like it. So hot. So wet. So good.
"Mine. All fucking mine."
Gage presses his forehead to mine, breathing ragged, shattered, his big hands gripping my hips like he’ll never let me go.
I swallow, body still trembling, utterly wrecked.
"Gage, I’m all yours," I whisper. "Forever."
A dark, satisfied growl rumbles through his chest.
"That was only the beginning, sunshine. I'm nowhere near done with you yet."