Chapter 14 #3
That was all the permission I needed. I pushed him back another step so he was braced against the counter and kissed him deeply.
I pulled his shirt over his head, just so I could see his gorgeous golden skin on display, then sank to my knees right there on the kitchen floor, pulling his jeans down so I could nuzzle him through his briefs and inhale the heady, musky scent of him.
He was only half erect, but it was a goddamn thrill the way he hardened almost instantly when I put my mouth on him through the cotton, tracing the veins and ridges of him with my tongue.
“All this for me, Gage?” I asked, my voice already thick with lust.
When I said his name, he whimpered, and that needy little noise made my own dick throb insistently in my jeans.
“Yeah,” he breathed. “Yours.” Because, fuck, he was so sweet.
“Now take off your shirt and undo your pants so I can watch you jerk while you blow me,” he commanded breathlessly, because fuck, he was also so dirty, and the one-two punch of him was like a powerful drug.
I tore my shirt off, throwing it behind me, and ripped the damn button off my jeans in my haste to get them open.
Gage laughed exultantly as the button pinged against the refrigerator door, a husky, erotic sound. “Yeah, that’s it. I love how much you want me. Damn you’re gorgeous, Knox Sunday. My sexy lumberjack.”
He ran hot, greedy hands over the muscles in my shoulders, and I felt gorgeous. Powerful.
And so fucking hard I could probably have chopped down trees with my dick.
I dragged Gage’s underwear down, and his cock sprang free, slapping his stomach so enthusiastically that a tiny bead of precum landed there and stretched out, leaving a single silken thread suspended in midair for a moment.
“Look at you,” I groaned. “Leaking. Wanting. So damn sexy.” The need to taste him felt more like a compulsion, so I swirled my tongue over the damp head of his dick, toying with his slit.
Gage gasped in three tiny, stutter-breaths, and he threaded his hands through my hair, holding me in place.
I opened my lips wider for him, and he punched his hips forward, fucking my mouth for a few strokes before holding himself deep in my throat for a long moment, then pulling back to start it all again, just the way he knew I liked.
There was an unexpected thrill in having done this with him so often that he knew exactly how I wanted it—torturously slow and thorough—just like I knew the way to make him scream was to hold his hips hard, push his leg over my shoulder, and pull his balls into my mouth one at a time while I fingered him.
“Fuck, Knox,” he whimpered as he leaned back against the counter for balance, spreading his arms out like some kind of gorgeous male sacrifice to a very horny god. “Fuck.”
I sucked two fingers into my mouth to get them good and wet, then ran them over his entrance, toying with him for a second, ignoring the way he was trying to fuck himself back against my finger.
When I was good and ready, I pressed inside him, and his whole body stilled, his mouth frozen open, like every molecule of his energy was focused on the place where I breached him.
“Ohhhhh, that’s it. Yes. Fuckkkkk.” He whimper-hummed again. “You’re so good, Knox. You’re so hot. You… yeah, oh. Thank you. Yes, keep moving just like that. Thank you.”
Christ, he was fun to fuck. And not just because his sex-babbling once he got close was the hottest, cutest thing ever, or because no man had ever aroused me the way he had, but because no one had ever been so damn present, so generous with his praise, so excited for every kiss, every look, every touch, every last ounce of pleasure.
Making Gage happy was the greatest investment ever, because he magnified every bit of passion and returned it a hundredfold.
I let go of his sac with a final lick.
“Fuck my face,” I ground out. “I want you to come down my throat while I jerk off for you.”
“Oh, hell yeah. Do it.”
I decided that I needed friction more than I needed oxygen, so I let go of his hip, trusting him not to choke me too much, spit in my palm, and jacked myself with the hand that wasn’t fingering him, moaning my own pleasure around his dick, feeling his answering whimpers in my balls.
I knew I wasn’t going to last long—it was too damn good—but I wanted to taste his release before I came.
I crooked my fingers inside him and sucked at his dick hungrily, loving the way his whimpers turned to moans.
His fingers gripped my hair so hard my eyes watered, and he came down my throat with a glad cry that was totally honest. Totally uninhibited. Totally Gage.
I swallowed down as much as I could, savoring the salty-clean taste of him.
Then Gage pushed me back gently and sank down so his knees touched mine. He cupped my balls in his hand and tugged with the perfect stroke.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered excitedly, his eyes locked on mine, and we had a single moment of total, perfect communion before my orgasm hit me like a fucking freight train and I came all over both our hands.
“Oh, shit,” I breathed weakly, staring into those gorgeous brown depths as the truth sank through me.
I had serious fucking feelings for this man.
And I was going to watch him walk away regardless.