Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Thank the Maker the room was pitch black.
Otherwise, Audra would have seen the utter shock on his face at her proposition.
Gage had been fully prepared to do nothing more than hold her while she slept.
She’d been through so much these past weeks, he understood her initial request for a platonic night together.
And he’d been grateful for the opportunity just to be with her.
Unfortunately, he was also just a man. A man in bed with a beautiful woman he desired.
Laying in the darkness, his arms around Audra, he’d tried desperately to keep his mind out of the gutter.
He’d thought about war and his first days as a newly minted cyborg.
He’d thought about his mind-numbing days at the Pentagon. Nothing had worked.
Then she’d begged him to fuck her.
Game over. He was done for. All his good intentions vaporized. Her words were barely out of her mouth before he swooped in and took her lips in a bruising kiss. She moaned and twined her tongue with his, as desperate as he for this intimate connection.
He was a selfish bastard. He should pull back, ignore his own stiff cock, and simply help her with her immediate need so she could sleep.
Finger her to orgasm while he lovingly kissed her.
Or maybe even lick her until she flowed over his tongue.
Then hold her as she eased from the heights of pleasure into a deep and tranquil slumber.
Instead, he shoved a hand under the back of her shirt, splaying his fingers across her ribcage to hold her against his chest, and tore her undies down her legs. Then he dipped his fingers into her core, already slick with need, and circled her clitoris with his thumb.
Audra tore her mouth from his on a moan. He nibbled his way down her throat to the spot where it met her shoulder, never letting up his assault below. He paused his trail of kisses only long enough to murmur encouragement in her ear. “You’re so amazing. Come for me, beautiful.”
Her leg hiked over his hip, opening further for him, and her breathy sighs and needy moans urged him on.
His other hand dropped down to squeeze her ass, his arms banding her hips in place so she couldn’t escape.
He fingered and circled and squeezed and nibbled.
She sighed and moaned. Then she arched, tugging him with her leg, and cried out in the darkness.
She fell back to the mattress, her leg dropping to the side, and panted next to him in the dark.
If only he’d thought to leave a light on, he could see her face.
Watch it flush with arousal and see the beauty of her orgasm wash across it.
Instead, he listened as she drifted down from her peak.
He slid his fingers out and sucked on them, savoring her flavor.
God, she was delicious. Her juices an elixir more potent than any alcohol.
A hand found his cheek and palmed it. “What about you?” She murmured. “You didn’t come yet.”
“I’m okay. This was for you.”
She readjusted in his arms, and her fingers wrapped around his cock, rolling along the rock-hard length until he grunted. “You’re not okay, Gage.”
His hips flexed instinctively, thrusting into her grip as her other hand hiked up his shirt and traced the lines of his torso.
This was sooo much better than all those thousands of nights he’d jacked himself off because he was a cyborg and relationships were out of the question.
Even a paid service was dangerous. But Audra’s hands on him?
Dangerous in a completely different way.
He was gonna come.
Pulling out of her grip, Gage slid down her body and settled between her legs. Face pressed to her silken lips, he inhaled the scent of her arousal.
“Trust me, Audra. I am very much okay.” His tongue swiped a broad path from her core to her engorged clit. She sucked in a breath and moaned out an exhale. “This is nirvana.”
He let loose. Sucking and licking her, pulling a new wave of sighs and moans from her.
He was drunk on her juices, high on her flavor.
He taunted and teased, with his nose, his tongue, his chin.
His fingers splayed her lips and gently pinched her clit.
This was a full-on assault and she writhed and rocked against his mouth in response, her fingernails scraping against his short hair, looking for purchase as if to secure his head where it was.
No need; his face was firmly planted between her thighs and never leaving.
“God, Gage.” She panted and mewled, arching so her clit pressed further against his tongue. “Don’t stop. I’m going to come.”
Precious treasure. As if he would be so cruel as to deny both of them that joy. Her moans crested, her legs quivered as she reached her peak. Her juices poured and he drank them up, loving how they flowed across his tongue, letting them dribble down his chin and his fingers.
Heaven. He’d died and gone to heaven. And the pearly gates were these beautiful, amazing woman’s thighs. And the ever-after was the bliss found at their apex. Gage rested at the entrance, blessed to be there.
Audra’s fingers tickled his head. Maybe he should grow out his hair. He’d love the feel of it fisted in her hands and clutched to whatever body part she wanted his mouth on. She flicked his forehead and he jerked to look at her. Not that he could see her in the darkness.
“That was amazing.” Her voice was threaded with humor. “But I believe I told you to fuck me, soldier.”
His cock twitched. A true feat, since it was as hard as ever. “Grab a condom, beautiful. Then hold on for your life, because I’m going to fuck you hard.”
She shuffled around, then flicked on a nightstand light so she could see to rustle around the drawer Doc had told them held items they might need.
Did condoms come standard in all fallout shelters?
Gage didn’t bother to ponder the question because now he had a perfect view of Audra.
Bare-bottomed, her lush ass within arms-reach.
He grabbed it and squeezed, plumping both mounds so they lifted and gave him a view of the beautiful lips he’s just devoured.
His cock surged. A heat-seeking missile with its target in sight.
Audra arched, moaning into the pillow as Gage lifted her to her knees and shoved his pants down. He reached forward to snatch the condom out of her hand and rolled it on. His last iota of self-control allowed him one more question. “Is this okay or do you want turned around?”
Her answer was simply to arch back, bumping the blunt head of his cock against her entrance.
Precious treasure. What had he done in his life to deserve this woman?
He clutched her hips and pulled her backward, down over his cock, loving as each inch disappeared into her slick core.
He filled her, stretched her. She moaned into a pillow and sunk her chest flush with the mattress, her shirt bunching at her shoulder blades so he had an unobstructed view of her slender back.
With the same slow care he took to enter her, he pulled out until only the tip remained.
A heartbeat to enjoy the view. Then he slammed into her.
His hips pistoned, his hands held her steady, his fingers gripped.
He thrust and retreated and repeated, deep as he could go, their skin slapping a thunderous applause.
She moaned and mewled and fingered herself while he ground out encouragement.
“That’s it beautiful. Take it. Touch yourself.
You’re so amazing. You feel so good. I love being in you. ”
When her climax hit, she screamed into the pillow and bucked, arching her back, her core gripping him like a vise.
He followed, roaring and grinding his hips against hers, spilling his seed.
Stars sparkled behind his eyelids and he gasped for air.
Falling forward, his full weight on her, his cock still buried deep, he panted against her hair.
They lay like that for a time, both catching their breath.
His erection slowly faded and he pulled out, grabbing the condom before it slipped off and tossing it in the bedside trash.
Slowly, like flowers opening to the sunlight, they shifted back to the spoon position they’d started in.
Gage tugged the covers back over their bodies.
Audra clicked off the lamp and threw an arm over his head, pulling him down for a kiss.
She was on the downside of the edge of slumber, her eyelashes brushing against his cheeks and the words she murmured soft and nearly unintelligible.
Nearly. But he still heard. “Never. Never be farther from me than this.”
Gage tucked her close as her breathing deepened in sleep. His response was a promise from the center of his soul. “Not willingly.”