25. Sage
SAGE
I’m a mess. Muscles limp, pleasure still buzzing through me, and the taste of us filling my senses as we kiss.
I don’t know whether to be embarrassed that I came so quickly or happy that Holden seems to have found the key to effortless orgasms. Then again, after spending most of the day keyed up and waiting for him, maybe I shouldn’t be surprised.
I may be sated after what he just did to me, but when he pulls back from the kiss and his heated gaze drifts over me, it doesn’t last long.
Taking him in, I bite my lower lip. In fact… I reach for his belt buckle, but he grasps my wrist, stopping me, then takes the other and pins them above my head.
“I need to take a shower first, sweetheart. Today’s work left me dirty.”
A shiver works its way through me. “I don’t mind dirty.”
He lets out a low chuckle. “I’m more than happy to get you as dirty as you want. But I ended up wading through muddy water, and the last thing I want is to transfer any of it to you.”
I exhale. “I can join you.”
“Normally I’d jump at the offer. But I want you on my bed. So I’ll take the quickest shower known to mankind, and when I get out, you’d better be naked and ready for me.”
Keeping my wrists pinned with one hand, he trails the other down my body, popping the buttons on his shirt as he goes.
“You’re very good at doing that.”
A smile pulls at his lips. “Got a lot of practice when my shoulder was strapped.”
“Makes… uh… m-makes sense.” I barely get the words out as he cups the underside of my breast, his calloused thumb sweeping over the hard peak of my nipple.
With a groan, he releases my wrists and pushes the shirt off my shoulders. “Fuck me, Sage,” he rasps.
It’s hard not to be self-conscious like this—completely naked while he’s still fully dressed. But the way his eyes narrow and his jaw clenches as he takes me in helps.
With his hands on my waist, he lifts me up, and when he presses me against the wall again and sears me with a kiss, my legs instinctively wrap around his hips.
Fingers tangled in his hair, I kiss him back as if my life depends on it.
Our mouths are still fused as he takes three strides, only breaking the kiss when he drops me on his bed.
He steps back and stops, running his hand over his mouth, his gaze fixed on me. Then he shakes his head. “I’ll be quick.”
He disappears, and a moment later, the shower turns on.
Rolling onto my stomach, I face the bathroom door, picturing him standing under the hot water, washing the day’s work away before coming back out here to dirty us both up. My thighs clench.
Oh god.
Holden wasn’t lying when he said he’d be quick. A few minutes later, the shower turns off. My heart rate kicks up another notch.
When the bathroom door opens and he walks out, I push up onto my elbows to get a better look.
He’s wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist, with droplets of water trickling down his chest from the ends of his wet, tousled hair. As he approaches, his gaze skims over me, from my face to the slope of my back, the curve of my ass. Tingles follow in its wake.
When he stops beside the bed, I push myself up to my knees so I can drift my fingers across his warm, damp skin. I peek up at him as I trace the edge of the towel that hangs low on his hips. “Can I?”
His eyes glitter, one corner of his mouth tipping up. “You don’t need to ask.”
I tug at the towel, and as it falls to the floor, my mouth goes dry. I saw him last night, but that was in the dim light of the barn, not up close and personal in the light of day.
He’s long and thick, his erection curving back toward his body. When he gives himself a rough stroke, pre-cum beads at the tip. Swallowing, I lean forward and lick the droplet away.
“Fuck,” he growls, his free hand twisting in my hair.
The firm grip sends a shock of heat through me, and I can’t resist taking him into my mouth.
He tastes like clean skin and soap, with a hint of salt underneath. I hum around him, and he jerks against my tongue.
The fingers in my hair tighten. “Keep doing that, sweetheart, and I won’t last long.”
I should heed the warning, but I like the idea of teasing him, so I softly lick around his crown, then take him deeper until my lips bump into his fingers where he’s still holding himself. Keeping my eyes on his face, I place my hand over his and use it to stroke in time with my mouth.
I’m rewarded with another burst of pre-cum. The heat in my core ignites, and I squirm on the bed, pressing my thighs together.
I’ve never been particularly aroused by giving blow jobs before, but there’s something different about Holden. About the way he treats me and how he makes me feel. Apparently, being this turned on is one of those feelings, because the throbbing between my legs is only getting stronger.
“Sage.” The strain in his voice is clear. “I fully intend to fill that pretty mouth of yours soon, but what I need even more right now is to feel how hard you come with my cock deep inside you.”
I moan around him, tempted to keep going just to see how far I can push him. But when he tugs my hair, I pull away with a pop, leaving him swollen and wet, his abs flexing with each harsh breath.
“Lie back,” he says between gritted teeth.
I scramble up the bed while he opens a drawer in his bedside table and pulls out a box of condoms. Rather than put one on straight away, he climbs onto the mattress between my legs. “Spread those pretty thighs. I need to see how wet you still are for me.”
As I let my legs fall open, the sound he makes in his throat sends goose bumps rushing over my skin.
“Look at you, sweetheart.” He leisurely draws his fingers through my slick core. “So beautiful. So ready to be fucked.”
My back arches. “Holden, please.”
Lips quirking, he pulls his hand away and smears my arousal over the head of his cock and down the shaft. Then he grabs a condom from the box, tears open the wrapper, and rolls it on. With one hand braced next to my head, he drags his tip over my sensitive flesh, then nudges my clit.
“Ready?” he asks, eyes fixed on mine.
I squirm. “You have no idea.”
He lines himself up, then hisses out a breath as he sinks the first few inches into me.
My eyes widen as my hands shoot up to clutch his biceps. He’s nowhere close to being fully inside me, yet already, my body has to work to accommodate him.
“Okay?” he asks, his expression strained.
“Yes,” I pant. “More than okay.”
He goes down on his elbows, cradling my face, but instead of kissing me like I expect, he watches me.
And with each sweep of his thumbs against my cheeks, he works another inch of himself inside me.
Holding his gaze as he presses deeper, stretching me, filling me, is more intense than anything I’ve experienced before.
Finally, with a heavy groan, he thrusts home.
I cry out not only because of the sheer pressure, but because his pelvis hits my clit just right, sending a bolt of pleasure through me.
“God dammit, Sage. I knew you’d feel like fucking heaven.” He kisses me, hard and rough, like he’s struggling to hold on to himself.
I don’t want him to. I want him wild. So I wrap my legs around him and rock up.
Grunting, he pins my hip, stopping the movement. “I’ll move, sweetheart. Promise. But you’re gripping me so damn hard. I need you to relax first.”
I let out a breathless laugh. “Easier said than done.”
He remains buried deep inside me, thick and hot, his thumb tracing soothing circles over my hip bone as our breaths mingle.
Warmth shimmers through me as he waits for my body to ease around him.
The need written on his face stands in stark contrast to the gentleness of his touch.
He’s patient, careful, even when it looks like it hurts him to hold back.
Why does that thought make the backs of my eyes sting?
I wait for the rush of emotions to pass, focusing on the weight of his body on top of mine, on the way he’s filling me, on relaxing my tight muscles.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs.
He draws back, leaving a hollow ache behind, but before I can protest, he’s driving in again.
Back bowing, I cry out at the almost painful pleasure of him filling me in one hard thrust. Then the restraint he had is gone. He does it again, then again, stroking every nerve ending inside me.
My breasts bounce with each powerful surge, my nipples tight and straining, brushing his chest. He curls over me, taking one of the sensitive peaks into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it, then sucking it deep, sending a bolt of pleasure lancing through me.
“So good,” I pant. “That feels so good.”
He growls his approval against my skin, fingers sliding over my stomach until his thumb finds my clit and rolls over it.
A moan spills from my lips, sensation flaring in my core.
Every pull on my nipple, every time he hits bottom, every stroke of his thumb pushes me closer to the edge.
The tension inside me builds higher than I thought possible.
I’m not sure I’ll survive the explosion when it comes.
Holden curses under his breath. “I can feel you tightening around me.”
The only response I can manage is to arch my back, taking as much of him as I can.
With his mouth on mine, he drives into me harder, stretching me with every thrust, forcing me closer to the brink.
Then, abruptly, he leans back, gripping me under the ass and spreading me even wider, tilting my hips so the thick head of his cock hits me in a new spot.
The new level of sensation sets my whole body on fire, and I cry out.
His eyes are dark and smoky as he watches my reaction. “Do you feel that?” he asks. “It’s like your body was made to take mine.”
It’s impossible to answer coherently. All I can do is sob out his name and clutch the covers beneath me.
With one hand on my hip, he holds me open, and with the thumb of his other hand, he works my clit, his fingers pressing against my lower stomach.
That extra pressure makes everything inside me coil tighter. “Wh-what are you doing?” I pant.
“Need you to soak my cock.” His throat moves in a hard swallow. “Want to be covered in you when I come.”
His words push me over the edge. Every muscle in my body spasms, and my back bows as pure ecstasy courses through my veins.
I can’t stop the cries that fall from my lips as the tension twisting up inside me snaps.
Then I’m pulsing around his thick shaft so hard he has no choice but to force himself into me and hold still.
With every clench, wetness spills from me, dripping between my ass cheeks. I’d be embarrassed if not for the way Holden’s gaze is fixed between my legs, his mouth slightly parted, eyes half lidded, and a flush high on his cheekbones.
“Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are when you come?” he grits out.
He keeps up the rhythm of his thumb on my clit, dragging out my orgasm until I’m limp.
My internal muscles haven’t even quit fluttering around him when he starts thrusting again.
It only takes him a few more strokes before he drives himself in one last time, lets out a long, ragged groan, and erupts.
His cock throbs inside me, filling the condom, and all I can think is that I wish there was nothing between us. That he was filling me instead, marking me inside the way no one else ever has.
Above me, Holden’s expression is almost feral as he pumps his hips a few more times, emptying himself fully. It’s enough to trigger a new burst of heat in my core.
But that’s nothing compared to the warmth that spreads through me when his features soften and he covers me with his body again, his voice a low murmur, almost too quiet to hear. “Never knew what I was missing.”
Then his lips move against mine, tender rather than rough, and our fingers thread together.
Somehow, this moment, with Holden surrounding me, feels more right than anything has in a long time.
And I don’t know what to do with that.