Chapter 10
GAGE
We’d barely hit any red lights, but it still felt as though it took forever to get back home.
Once inside the apartment, we left a trail of clothes behind us as we kissed and undressed all the way to the bedroom.
We were naked by the time we reached the bed, and I dropped to my knees in front of Rory, put one of her legs over my shoulder, and licked her pussy from bottom to top.
“Gage!” Her legs shook, and I knew she would struggle to stay upright, so I gripped her hips and kept her steady on her foot.
I inhaled deeply, then lapped at her juices a few times before plunging my tongue into her channel.
“Always so fucking wet for me,” I mumbled before circling her clit with the tip of my tongue as I inserted one digit into her slippery hole.
“Fuck,” I grunted as she clenched my finger.
“So damn tight. Sometimes I’m shocked that you manage to take all of me.
” I added a second finger and nipped at her thigh.
“But this pussy was made for me, wasn’t it, baby? ”
“Uh-huh,” she panted as she held my head, pushing me down to where she wanted me.
I chuckled and blew on the sensitive flesh, making her shudder with need. “I love how responsive you are.”
I dove in and devoured her pussy with gusto but always backed off right before she hit her peak.
“Stop teasing me, Gage.”
I grinned and flicked her clit with my tongue. “But it’s so much fun.”
Rory growled…literally growled. It was so fucking cute, I almost laughed.
“I think maybe I should use this to my advantage,” I mused as I lazily lapped at her center. “What would you give to be able to come right now?”
“Gage,” she panted, her fingers digging into my scalp. “I swear to all the football deities that if you don’t make me come—”
“That’s up to you, isn’t it, my little nerd?”
“Wh-what?”
“If you give me what I want, I’ll make you come as hard and as many times as you want tonight.”
I bit on her little bundle of nerves, and she cried out in frustrated pleasure.
“What do you want?” she groaned.
“I want you to move in with me, Rory.”
“But”—I started to put her leg down, and she wrapped it around my back—“no! Don’t stop!”
“Then give me what I want, baby,” I purred before scissoring my fingers inside her. I was playing dirty, and I didn’t fucking care. “Do you know how many times I’ve fucked you without a condom in the past week?”
“Oh crap!” she whimpered. “Gage, I’m not on birth control.”
I grinned up at her. “Is that supposed to make me want to wrap up? Because it doesn’t.”
“You…you want me to get pregnant?”
I shrugged. “It’s not as though I’ve been actively trying to knock you up. But if it happened, I would be over the moon.”
Her eyes turned soft, and she smiled sweetly. “I wouldn’t mind so much either,” she admitted softly.
“You should probably be living with the father of your baby.”
Her eyes narrowed, and she yanked the strands of my hair. “That wasn’t fair.”
“Never claimed to be fair, baby,” I murmured. “I’ll do anything it takes to make you mine, to have you with me all the time. Even if it means being a little underhanded and sneaky.”
“There you go, being all rugged and cute again,” she teased.
I snarled and grabbed her waist, throwing her onto the mattress as I shot to my feet. My long, thick cock pressed against her drenched center as I came down on top of her. “Not cute,” I grunted before I raised my hips, then punched forward, sheathing myself in one thrust.
Rory cried out, and I groaned in ecstasy. Nothing felt better than being buried inside my woman’s tight, hot pussy.
Her hands curled around my biceps, and she dug her fingers into my skin.
I pushed her legs wide and palmed her ass, raising her so the angle allowed me to push in even farther. “Fuck, yeah,” I moaned when her body clenched, strangling my dick. “Love being inside you, baby. Fuck!”
“Oh, yes! Gage! Yes! Yes!” Rory’s head thrashed from side to side, and her legs wrapped around my hips. I leaned over her and sucked one of her rosy nipples into my mouth. “Ohhhhh,” she moaned. “Gage…oh, yes!”
I released the nipple with a little pop and sucked on the other one as I slammed into her over and over.
My cock bumped against her cervix, and I suddenly realized just how badly I wanted to put my baby in her sexy belly.
I’d always known I wanted a family, but it was just a far-off idea on the periphery of my mind.
But when Rory had waltzed into my life, she brought my desire for a wife and kids screaming to the forefront.
However, before I completely lost my shit, I needed something else from her.
“Rory, baby,” I murmured. “I’m still not gonna let you come until you give me what I want.”
She double blinked at me, her eyes glazed with passion. But when I stilled my movements, the haze cleared, and she seemed to remember what I was talking about.
“You really want me to move in with you?”
“I want it all with you, Rory.”
“Okay, then. I’ll move in.”
I grinned and rotated my hips, loving the way it made her shudder and quake. “Your turn to get what you want,” I grunted.
“Oh, goody,” she gasped, making me chuckle.
Then laughter became moans and cries of rapture as I pounded into her so roughly that the bed slammed into the wall. I’d put her so on edge that it only took a few moments before she was ready to fly off the edge of paradise.
“Come, baby,” I demanded.
Rory dropped her head back and screamed my name as her climax hit.
“Oh, fuck, baby! Fuck, yes!” Her inner muscles spasmed and rippled around my cock, pushing me over the edge right behind her.
Her name left my lips on a roar as I thrust in one last time and exploded, filling her with hot come until it leaked out.
“Holy shit, nerd,” I rasped as I wrapped her in my arms and rolled onto my back. “I don’t know how, but it gets better every fucking time.”
“No pun intended?”
A bellow of laughter burst from my chest, and I hugged her as close as possible.
As I strolled into my room—actually ours now—a few days later, a smile split my face at the mess all around me.
Once Rory agreed to move in with me, I’d expected to have to convince her to let me hire movers the next day.
And by convince, I really meant withholding orgasms until she saw things my way.
To my satisfaction, she’d said yes because she didn’t have classes on Mondays. Everything was packed up and delivered that night, and she’d been organizing and putting her shit away in the evenings.
I didn’t give a damn that her stuff was everywhere. I was just happy to see it here with mine.
Something flew up onto the bed, and I chuckled as I walked around to see Rory sitting on the floor, going through a pile of T-shirts. I picked up the one she’d tossed on the bed and held it up in front of me, then chuckled when I read it.
I don’t quit. I restart.
After setting it back down, I realized several other similar shirts were scattered around. One by one, I picked them up and read them until I was laughing so hard I had to sit down.
No, Mom. I can’t pause an online game.
A day without video games is…just kidding. I have no idea.
Gamer [Gey-mer] Noun. A person who kills noobs for fun. Synonyms: Online killer, bad guy.
I can’t adult now. I’m gaming.
I tossed the last shirt onto the bed and reached down and grabbed Rory, lifting her and dropping her on the mattress.
“You are such a nerd,” I growled as I climbed over her. “And it turns me the fuck on, baby.”
Two hours later, we were lying in our bed, naked and satiated.
“You are such a geek,” she mumbled.
“Oh?” I asked with a chuckle.
“Only a geek would have such talented fingers from playing video games so much.”
I was cut off from responding when her phone chirped.
“Could you hand me that, please?”
“Sure, baby.” I leaned back and reached out to pick up her cell and hand it to her.
She tapped the screen and opened her messages, then her brow puckered, and she muttered, “What in the world?”
I propped up on my elbow and looked down at her. “What’s wrong?”
“Percy wants me to come in tomorrow morning.”
“Don’t you have class?”
“Yeah. I gave him my schedule.” She typed in a response and sent it. “I asked if he could wait until noon. I have a break from eleven until three.”
Her phone beeped again, and she replied, then set her phone on the nightstand. “He said that was okay.” She flopped back down and stared up at the ceiling. “I wonder what this is about.”
“Don’t worry about it, baby. Everything will be fine,” I said confidently. I trusted Cole when he said he’d handle it. “What time do you have to be at school tomorrow?”
Rory stretched, causing the sheet to slip down, baring her amazing tits. “Eight.”
“Excellent.” I flashed her a salacious grin and winked. “Plenty of time to fuck you to sleep.”