Chapter 15 #3
With a groan, he dives down and places his mouth there, where she most needs him, his tongue and lips becoming busy. Minnie cries out, desire reaching new heights. Up and down his tongue moves, delving into her, tasting her wetness, fucking her with his mouth.
Every sound he makes reverberates inside of her, making her clit rise up, hard and ready. He worships between her legs, making a mess of her.
“Please,” she begs, trying to pull him away from where he suckles at her aching sex. “I need you. Your…your…”
He sits back, mouth glistening. “Say it.”
Red suffuses her face. “Your cock. I want you to…to…fuck me.” The curse feels odd coming from her lips, but she knows he likes the sound of it.
“Fuck,” he growls, climbing over her again, his hard cock slapping against her lower stomach. He rolls the mask down, covering his mouth once more. Minnie wonders if her juices will soak into the fabric. That feels like a victory.
Her legs shake with anticipation now, her blood hot and ready for what she knows comes next.
With large, tattooed hands gripping her thighs, Gage pushes forward, sliding his erection against her slit, reveling in the sensation of hunger growing between them. Need, rising higher. The hardness of him thrills her, and she loves the slide of his erection between her lower lips.
Up and down he goes, stroking his sex against hers, making them both cry out with need. More precum gushes forth, dribbling down his erection in rivulets.
Then, he angles himself and pushes forward, making Minnie gasp soundlessly, eyes closed.
The stretch of him joining his body to hers is ecstasy, augmented by the feel of the piercings on his large endowment.
Each nub presses against her, tingling her senses, pressing her sweet spot deliciously.
Fire roars through her body without pause.
She can almost hear the bells of heaven, somewhere in the distance.
It won’t take Minnie long tonight, no indeed.
She’s so close already, and he’s barely inside her. Her insides quiver around him, clutching hungrily.
Wordless but for his name on her lips, Minnie sighs, eyes fluttering closed. “Oh, Gage.”
It’s the first time she’s said his name since he first walked in the door, and he has a visceral reaction. His voice softens measurably as he leans down to say her name with more adoration than Minnie can fathom. “Minnie. Baby.”
It’s like the first time she ever gave herself to him.
Perfect. Thrilling. Exhilarating.
When he finally begins to move within her, pleasure compounds.
The sound of her wetness around his length is lewd, bringing a flush to Minnie’s cheeks. Chasing her desire, she rolls her hips eagerly against his, taking what she needs, owning this scene. The Skull Mask isn’t in charge of her anymore; she’s reclaiming her confidence.
Minnie is reclaiming herself, and she’s claiming this man for her own.
“Oh, mhmm,” she moans, just at the edge of oblivion.
“Yeah,” he grunts, thrusting deep. “So fucking good.”
Gage grips her hips with both of his hands, changing her angle just so, his piercings nudging against a sensitive place within that makes Minnie gasp and see stars. Again and again, his body crashes into hers, the ocean of desire rising higher.
“I’m, oh, gosh,” Minnie whispers, clutching at him as though he is her last lifeline. The edge is so close, she could simply tip into oblivion.
“I’m close, too,” the Mask tells her roughly. The firm length of him seems to throb with each sound she utters. “Wait for me, princess.”
There is no waiting, not when the bell of surreal desire finally rings true.
Without warning, Minnie’s release comes like a shockwave, slamming through her as she gasps his name, clutching at his broad shoulders.
He is all that ties her to earth. The Skull Mask is looking down at her, blurring into what she knows to be Gage.
She’s taken her fear and turned it into something else.
She’s taken charge of it.
The sound of her name on his tongue is heavenly as he groans, his head coming down to the crook of her neck as he spills inside of her, his hips grinding against her own.
It’s as if he cannot find a way to be close enough.
“Princess,” he croons into her ear, his arms encircling her in a cocoon of safety. “Oh, baby. So good.”
The mask of her nightmares might be beside her in the sex-mussed bed, but the man within it belongs to her.
Minnie closes her eyes, feeling near to peace, and enjoys the warmth of his body against hers.
When the sound of their heavy breathing begins to fade, the Skull Mask asks dryly, “Not to ruin the mood, but can I take this damn thing off now? I’m sweatin’ like a pig.”
No longer is there any difference between him and the mask he wears. His voice is Gage. He’s wearing a mask, and Gage is in love with her. He’s not who he was in the past.
Minnie sighs and says, “Yes, please.”
When he takes it off, Gage tosses it across the room haphazardly.
The sharp lines of his profile are striking, proud.
The twist of his cruel mouth, the one that brings so much pleasure to her body.
The very same mouth that speaks words of adoration.
“Of all the kinky things to do, only you would come up with doing it in that mask. God. You are somethin’ else. ”
Minnie fusses with her hair, trying to get it piled up on the top of her head. “It was a mad plan, but I needed to see you in it again. I needed to have a positive experience to erase the old one haunting my memory.”
Still lying on top of her, Gage cracks a smirk as he nuzzles her nose. “I get wantin’ to see me in it again, but fucking in it? Minnie, you’re a savage.”
“I’m glad you think so!” Minnie beams.
He laughs and kisses her, noting how pleased she seems by the comment. His gaze becomes serious, and his kisses slow, lingering against her lips as he takes his time tasting her. Minnie sighs, enjoying the sweet attention. She can smell herself on him.
After enjoying a slow kiss, Gage pulls back. “Seriously. Are you really alright?” He sounds worn, weary. Unsure. “I didn’t…I didn’t scare you too much, did I?”
She helps him take off the hoodie, the one he claims he’s sweating in.
Runs her palm over his chest, across his tattoos and his muscles.
Admiring the strength in him. She presses her tongue against his skin, tasting the salt of his sweat as he stifles a groan of desire.
“You were suitably terrifying…but…I’m fine.
It was…” she trails off, not certain she should say it out loud.
His eyebrow quirks curiously. “It was what?”
Her face feels hot. “It was cathartic. I liked it. I wanted you. Even with the mask on.” Maybe even because of the mask. Not that she’s going to admit that out loud to anyone, ever.
Holding her close, he brushes his thumb over her lip, searching her expression for any sign of falsehood. After a moment of lying there, Gage asks, “Do you think we should burn it? The mask?”
Minnie props herself up on his powerful chest, looking down at him curiously. “Why do you think we should burn it? Think you’ll be tempted to use it again? Hold up some banks? Hm?” It seems he’s not joking with her, though.
His muscles shift under her hands, warm and firm. “I don’t want it. I want to bury that part of my life, Minnie. Don’t you see that? I want to be someone new, someone better. Someone who can deserve you. I don’t want any part of that Skull Mask.”
She considers his words for a moment. “You want to hold a funeral for your mask? Build a pyre and everything? Seems dramatic. How about we just put it in my Mary Shelley room? It will fit the goth décor.”
He barks with laughter then. “We are sure as hell not doing that.”
“Why not? When Ariel comes to visit, we can position it so that it stares down at her all night. She’ll be positively disturbed!” The more Minnie thinks of it, the more she likes it-
“Yeah, how about no,” Gage replies, arrogant grin finding its home on his mouth again. “Burn it or bury it. Those are the damn choices.”
Minnie pouts, but finally agrees. “Yes, alright, fine.” It’s likely what a sane person would do, after all.
There’s a momentary silence as Gage chews over something. Then-
“Does this mean…do you forgive me for not telling you?” His tone is lost, unsure. “I don’t know where we stand now. After this.”
The question is pointed, and Minnie finds herself unsure of her own answer.
The betrayal she felt seems less now, faded since she’s had time to digest his reasoning for omitting the truth when he figured it out.
He was wrong and he admits it. He held no malicious intent in omitting the truth; he simply feared how he would admit the truth to her.
Carefully, she asks, “You really didn’t know until I told you?”
“I swear, I didn’t.” He shakes his head. “You have no idea how long this has been weighing on my shoulders. I knew I’d have to tell you eventually, I just didn’t know how. The fear of losing you was too great.”
Minnie nods. “I don’t know if we are at forgiveness yet. Not completely. But, we are at acceptance. I accept you, Gage. I accept the truth of our pasts. I want us to continue forward together. I want to give us a chance. More than a chance, honestly.”
Tension seems to ooze out of him, hearing her words.
“Besides,” Minnie says playfully. “I really like how Marlin grills. If I toss you aside, I can’t experience more of his fine grilling.”
“He’d be flattered to know you’re dating me just to enjoy his grillin.’” After a moment, Gage quietly asks her. “Do you know which mask he was?”
“I’ve figured you all out now. He’s the Evil Clown,” Minnie says with confidence.
“Hands down. He drives like he’s stealing something at all times.
Dreadful. Chase is the wolf, naturally, because I don’t mind him so much.
” She remembers the day he came over to check on her and give her cinnamon rolls; despite their past crimes, these men still have hearts.
“And Red?”
Well, except him.
Minnie makes a face of distaste. “He’s that awful Ghoul.
Red is a creep. And his scratchy voice! Like nails on a chalkboard.
Of course, he would jump up on a table and scream about sluts and money, that uncouth degenerate.
” Her words bring a delighted laugh from Gage’s lips, amused by her summarization.
“Your nightmares were about me when they could have been about him,” Gage drawls. “Explain how that works.”
“You’ve heard his screechy voice, haven’t you? I don’t want to dream about that…” Not that she wanted to dream about a bullet plowing her skull, but that’s a different matter entirely.
“I adore you,” Gage tells her, staring into her eyes like a dying man seeing redemption.
“No, that’s not…that’s not it. I love you.
And I don’t deserve you, but I do love everythin’ about you.
From your silly plants, to your crazy plots, your big heart, maybe even to spite that awful father of yours-”
Despite their shared, dark history, Minnie finds herself ducking down to find his mouth, whispering, “Kiss me, you dangerous man.”
He does. Passionately.