Chapter 20 #2
“I’m going to give you an orgasm now, and then we will head upstairs where I’ll run you a bath.
I’ll set the alarm, and we will sleep until we have to head back for our little investigation.
I don’t want you thinking about anything but what my tongue is doing to your pussy,” he tells me, peeling off my bloodstained clothes.
A warm rush of affection flows over me. It is so fucking nice to be taken care of for a change.
I feel light, and my mind is silenced of all the usual worries that live there rent free these days.
I pull my top over my head and take off my bra before lounging back on my elbows and admiring him as he strips my panties down my legs, leaving me naked and exposed.
“I want you naked too,” I purr as he pushes my legs open and runs a finger through my glistening folds.
He grins goofily and uses one hand to pull his shirt from his back, having already shed his jacket earlier.
I watch with admiration as he gets to his feet and strips off his dress pants, taking his underwear with them.
I groan with desire when I see the drop of precum on the tip of his hard cock when he palms it and strokes it a couple of times.
I gesture for him to step closer so I can run my tongue over it, but he shakes his head and kneels between my legs.
“Nope, it’s my turn to return the favor from the limo.
” He situates himself between my thighs, his shoulders pressing them wider as he runs his tongue through my folds.
My head drops back in pleasure, and I stare up at the bright lights and the top of the plants that seem to bend in slightly like they are shielding us from the world.
I groan loudly as he flicks his tongue over my throbbing clit, the ring in it giving the perfect amount of pressure as he slides a single digit deep into my core.
“You always taste so fucking good, sweet and all mine,” he mumbles against my pussy, sending delicious vibrations through it. I straighten my arms to grab his head as I flop back on the cushions and grind my cunt into his face.
“Yes, just like that,” I beg as he adds another finger, stretching me as his tongue dances across my clit, alternating between licking and sucking in the perfect rhythm.
He inhales deeply, and when I look down at him, his eyes are practically rolled back in his head.
“Oh man, the smell of you combined with the smell of my plants just about has me coming on the spot. If only I could bottle it and wear it every day,” he murmurs as he licks and sucks my clit, adding another finger to the one already deep in my pussy.
My walls clench, and my head thrashes back and forth as he curls his fingers, plunging them in and out, hitting that magic spot inside me.
“Oh God, Sage, more,” I cry out as the sound of his slurping hits my ears. His free hand kneads my ass, and his thumb teases my puckered hole, adding sparks to the fire building rapidly inside me.
My thighs tremble, and sweat pools between my breasts, the hot grow lights making the room humid and steamy as the overhead sprinklers turn on, misting the plants.
I grip his hair tighter, grinding my cunt shamelessly into his face, and he moans, the vibrations sending jolts to my core.
My toes curl, and my back arches, and just as I’m about to fall over the edge, he pulls back, leaving me wanting. I peel my eyes open and glare at him.
“Why did you stop?” I ask, but instead of replying, he flips me onto my stomach and drags my hips into the air.
He runs a hand down my sweaty back, and just when I think he’s going to tease me a little more, he grabs my hips and slams his cock home.
“Fuck!” I scream as my pussy stretches around his girth, the sudden intrusion giving me the slight bite of pain I love.
I moan, and my head hangs forward as he starts a punishing pace.
I try to rise up on my hands and push back, but he shoves on my back, forcing my face into the pillows.
Sage doesn’t pull any punches, and his pace is brutal, pulling out to the tip before thrusting in hard, our skin making obscene slapping sounds in the mostly silent grow house.
All I can do is hang on for the ride. He slaps my ass before grabbing my hair and yanking my head back, biting my neck brutally before muttering, “Take it, Tori, just like that. Your cunt feels like a hot, tight velvet glove.”
I try to push back to meet every brutal plunge, but he keeps me pinned in place as his cock pistons in and out of my pussy, which is so wet, the squelching sounds rise above the quiet hiss of the sprinkler system.
“Harder,” I beg. “I want to come. Please, make me come, Sage.” My breathing is harsh, and the words shudder out of me, muffled by the pillows.
Sage obliges, snapping his hips, his balls slapping against me with every stroke.
A sharp slap to my ass cheek is what sends me over the edge.
I wail as my pussy clamps down around his thick length, my walls spasming and body shaking as I cry out his name.
“Sage!”
It’s enough to send Sage into his own orgasm.
He groans and buries himself deep in my cunt, flooding me with his seed as he mutters words of praise, thrusting in and out to prolong my release as his hot cum scalds my insides.
We both collapse, sticky and sated, with tiny drops of skunky water dripping over our sex heated bodies from the plants above us.
“So fucking good,” I mumble, giving Sage a kiss before collapsing on his chest.
“And that’s how you woo the fuck out of someone,” he says, placing an arm over his eyes and smiling with satisfaction.
Alittle later, we head back upstairs, and I take a bath filled to the brim with boiling water and an abundance of bubbles.
I try to convince Sage to join me, but he insists I relax, so instead, I watch him shower, the steamy glass enclosure providing entertaining flashes of him washing his gorgeous body.
Once I’m dry and dressed in my pajamas consisting of a camisole and a pair of panties, all my worries and concerns return.
I can’t stop seeing the blood all over Xavier’s arm, Colton’s eyebrow, and Vienna’s panic as she tried to rouse him.
I know I’m not going to get any sleep without checking on them before I go to bed.
“I’m just going to check on the others,” I tell Sage, stopping my pacing and heading for the door.
He jumps up off the bed where he was reclining, scrolling through his phone, and grabs the other joints he brought back to our room.
“Good thinking. I was going to give them these, so we can go together.” He takes my hand and leads me out of my room and down to theirs.
I wouldn’t be surprised to see them all in one after today.
I glance briefly down the hallway. I’ve managed to avoid Gio so far.
In fact, I don’t even know if he’s home.
I’m surprised he wasn’t banging on my door as soon as he heard what happened—or maybe he doesn’t know, or he’s still pissed at me after this morning’s altercation. Whatever the reason, I’m grateful.
Sage knocks on the door as I bite my lip in anticipation. It takes a moment, but eventually, the door opens, and a sleepy-eyed Tristan peers at us.
“Oh my god, you guys were sleeping. I’m so sorry!” I’m horrified we woke them. Of course they are resting, it’s been a clusterfuck of a day.
“No, it’s okay, come in.” He steps back and gestures for us to enter.
The room is dark, with only a light from the bathroom illuminating it.
The bed is a mess of limbs and bodies, and Xavier and Colton haven’t even heard us enter.
Both are out for the count on one side of the bed, slightly snuggled together.
Vienna lies on the other side of the enormous bed with a space next to her.
I guess that must have been Tristan’s spot.
There’s also a rather large gap between each couple.
They probably don’t want to disturb the injured ones.
“Tori, Sage, we were so worried about you. You weren’t checked over by the doctor. What if you aggravated your injuries from the last accident?” Vienna throws back the sheets and starts to get up, but Sage is quick to stop her, putting a hand on her chest.
“Stay, beautiful. Tori and I are fine. We’re tougher than you think.” He smirks at her, and she blinks.
I’m not surprised, because that smirk is mesmerizing.
“Are you sure?” Tristan approaches me, looking me up and down, his gaze lingering on my bare legs before returning to my face. He studies me closely. “Your head hit my knee pretty hard. Are you sure you don’t have a concussion?”
I try to wave him off, but he won’t be deterred, so instead I try to distract him.
I step forward, pressing my body against his.
He’s shirtless and only wearing a pair of briefs, and there’s a lot of bare skin that brushes against mine.
A shiver runs down my spine, and his concern turns to something more as his lips curve up in a small smile of approval.
“I’m positive. I’m hardheaded, just ask anyone,” I tell him, twining my arms around his neck. “How about you? How’s your knee? Did you ice it?”
He scoffs but puts his hands on my waist. “Please, I’m tougher than that. You barely left a bruise.”
“He iced it and bitched the whole time,” Vienna shares, and Tristan glares at her. Colton grumbles and rolls over, and Sage holds his hand out to Vienna. “Let’s go out on the balcony so we don’t wake the others.”
She frowns. “But we’re locked in.” The shutters are down over both the window and the balcony door.
He winks at her. “I’ve got the right touch.” He leads her over to the security pad on that wall, places his hand against it, and puts in a code, and the shutters roll up. Sage pushes the doors open, then he and Vienna move through them.