Chapter 18 #2
“Can you see how perfect you look like this?” he whispers.
I open my eyes, startled by our reflection in the mirror in front of us. Nothing is exposed, but the sight is indecent—provocative—all the same. The evidence is clear of how much we want each other.
“Should we show everyone else how perfect you look?”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s a two-way mirror,” he says, right as his fingertips gently brush over my underwear, making me jump in his hold.
“So there could be people watching us?”
Gage hums against my skin. He moves a hand up my chest, brushing over the neckline of my dress and teasing just over my breasts, right as his other hand runs over my covered pussy.
I gasp as the sensations consume me.
“Would you like to see?”
I think for all of two seconds before I slowly nod.
Gage reaches over to a control sitting on a table beside the couch, and the mirror flickers before revealing a couch on the other side.
Two men and a woman watch us with rapt attention.
I’ve never done anything like this, but with Gage, I feel daring enough to lean into it.
“Can I show them all the ways you’re mine, Isabelle?”
I lick my lips and nod. Gage’s hand comes up to collar my throat, and with one finger, he nudges my face to meet his and claims my lips.
I moan and melt into him. The cool metal of his lip ring as his mouth caresses mine feels electric, pulsing signals shooting through every nerve in my body.
The hand between my thighs moves up to cup me. It feels so possessive, and I love every second of it. My hips move, seeking more.
“I want to touch you,” he groans.
“So do it.” Even I can hear how frantic and desperate my demand is.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!” I practically cry.
“Positive?”
I open my eyes, seeing his eyes alight with amusement. “I’ll do it myself and make you watch again.”
“Fuck, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen,” he says against my lips as his fingers start rubbing up and down over my underwear.
“Uh-huh,” I pant out.
“Watching your fingers move over that needy little clit.” Just as he says the word, he rubs a circle over my clit, making me moan.
“Watching your pussy pulsing around nothing. Bet she was so fucking hungry for my cock.” It’s like he has a direct line to my pussy, every word is like an instruction my body follows without hesitation.
He moves a hand to my thigh, pulling it over his. “Keep them open for me, baby.”
The skirt of my dress still obscures the view to the people watching on the other side of the window. I can see the man and woman who were sitting together now caressing each other over their clothes, but their eyes are focused on me and Gage.
Gage pulls at the cup of my dress and bra. His lips move down my collarbone until he reaches where my breast is now exposed. His mouth closes over my nipple and tugs while his fingers tease the side of my underwear, daring to creep underneath.
My cheeks feel flushed, my breathing heavy as desire suffocates me.
“More,” I beg.
His tongue flicks over my nipple, and his fingers pull my underwear aside. My eyes fly open, realising how bare I am for our onlookers.
The other man has now joined the couple. One man is kissing her neck, while the other lavishes her breasts. She has a leg over each of the men’s thighs, open to them the same way in which Gage holds me. They both have a hand between her thighs, sharing the space.
Gage rubs his fingers over my bare pussy. “So wet already, Buttercup.”
He pulls off my breast, looking up at me. When he sees my eyes dart over to the window, he follows.
“Ahhh,” he hums, then brings his hand back to my throat, holding my chin gently to keep watching through the window. “Do you like watching, or do you like knowing they’re getting off from watching you?”
“I have no idea, it’s all working.”
He chuckles. “Let me see.” He pushes two fingers inside of me, making me gasp. They glide in with ease, the fullness causing my eyes to roll back in my head.
“So. Wet.” Gage kisses my jaw in between the words, his fingers slowly pumping in and out.
I watch the throuple outside the window as both men seem to follow our movements, each with a finger inside the woman.
Gage’s thumb moves up to circle my clit, and his fingers move deep inside of me before drawing almost entirely out. When he pushes in again, it’s slow and utterly claiming. He coaxes out every feeling as if it belongs to him.
When I notice the woman moving her hand inside both men’s pants, I copy, reaching my hand behind me and sliding it down against Gage’s hard abdomen until I reach the button on his jeans.
“What are you doing?” His deep words are full of playful curiosity.
“Can I touch you too?”
“You can do whatever you want to me.”
He takes a hand off my throat to help me undo his pants, almost breaking his zipper with the fervor to get it undone.
He lifts his hips while I’m still seated on his lap, and the fingers of his other hand are still deep inside me.
I can feel his clothing rustle, and when he sits down again, his warm, hard cock presses against my back.
I can feel the barbells of his Jacob’s Ladder as they touch my skin.
I’ve never been with someone who has piercings there.
Then again, there are a lot of things I’ve done with Gage that I’ve never done before.
I wouldn’t say I’m inexperienced, but he’s certainly opening me up to a whole new world.
A reality of passion I had always craved but didn’t know how to ask for.
Or maybe I’d never found someone I trusted enough, desired enough to explore with.
I reach around and close my hand gently over his cock.
“Oh, shit.” Gage drops his head on my shoulder.
I move my hand up and down in a controlled rhythm, grazing over each rung. His legs clench underneath mine, hips rolling as I get comfortable with my actions.
He kisses up my neck, his breath blowing harsh against the skin as I work him over, and his own hand starts to move again between my thighs.
He circles his wrist as his palm presses against my clit. I squeeze his dick in response and moan. His forehead presses against my temple, and he whimpers in my ear.
Can you pass out from sheer horniness? Because Gage whimpering in my ear may just take me out.
“Show me your hand.” The words are said through gritted teeth.
I lift my free hand, but he shakes his head. “The other one.”
I pull my hand from his dick and hold it up in front of us.
“Spit on it.”
Spit? I am a lady!
His palm closes around my throat, guiding our lips together, breathing each other in without touching.
“I said spit.”
Okay, I guess I’m also the kind of lady easily swayed by Gage Heart, because I spit on my hand. Gage smashes his lips against mine and pulls my bottom lip between his teeth. “Good girl. Now touch me again.”
I close my hand around him again, easily sliding up and down now.
“Oh, fuuuuck.” Gage’s hand slips from my throat to my dress, pulling the material aside so both my breasts are exposed now.
He pinches my nipple, twisting it between his fingers, then sucks a thumb into his mouth before flicking it over me quickly, mirroring his speed with the way he fucks two fingers inside me.
My legs start to shake, and I want more. I want it harder. Deeper. Faster. Things I wouldn’t have been brave enough to vocalise before, but with Gage, it’s different.
“Faster.” I gasp.
Immediately, his hand moves faster between my legs. My heart gallops with the way he follows my instruction.
“Harder,” I beg.
He growls against my neck and locks me tighter against his chest as his hand thrusts harder. I twist my wrist as I match his speed and jerk him up and down.
We move together, leaning our weight against the other as if we both need it. The want in our bodies, banishing the resistance in our minds, making way for the beautiful simplicity of simply yearning for another.
My hand grips Gage’s cock tighter.
“Isabelle,” he whispers.
I reach my hand behind his neck, closing my eyes as I feel my stomach clench and coil on the brink of release.
“I’m so close, Gage.”
He captures my mouth furiously, biting the skin, then soothing it with his tongue. I open my mouth to catch it, caressing his tongue with my own.
He pulls his fingers from inside me to tap against my clit. Quick, light slaps that have me pulling away with a gasp, shifting my eyes to watch.
“That’s right, baby. Watch as I make this pussy mine.”
He rubs against the hard bud before tapping again, then my breath stops as I watch him sink two fingers back inside.
I throw my head back as Gage pumps his fingers so fast, I almost want to tap out. I’m so turned on, ready to burst, that my throat goes dry as I claw in air. The fingers in Gage’s hair grip the strands, and I move my hand up and down his cock with just as much ferocity.
“Come with me,” he demands.
“Yes!”
I clench my jaw as my whole body tightens in preparation to let go.
“Don’t hold back those screams. Let me hear them.”
I’m almost crying as my jaw drops open and my moans fill the room. Gage’s own cries join moments later as our hands work in tandem over the other. I convulse around Gage’s fingers while my orgasm washes over me. He doesn’t relent, drawing out every ounce of my release.
I feel his legs squirm beneath mine, and then he shouts out as warmth spills over my hand. As we catch our breath, our hands move lazily, not ready for the loss of contact. Not ready to say goodbye to this moment.
I feel Gage’s chest rise, and then he blows out a deep breath, sinking further against the couch and taking me with him.
I open my eyes to see the woman who was watching stand, fix her dress, and strut off with a smirk.
The two men left behind are cleaning their stomachs and buttoning back up, without any other interaction exchanged.
Gage fixes my underwear back in place, then pulls my dress down. He reaches for the remote on the side table, the window in front of us turning back into a mirror, then wraps both arms around my middle, hugging me to him. I rest my arms over his, snuggling into his embrace.
“How do you feel?” he murmurs.
I smile gently. “Amazing.”
There’s no doubt, Gage is confident in the bedroom. But the softness is unexpected. It feels like mine, which makes my mind go back to the woman from the bar last week. I’m sated enough now to not hide behind the curiosities that have plagued me this week.
“Who was that girl at The Wayside?”
“What girl?”
“She had dark hair. You hugged her, and then you went through the staff doors.”
He squeezes his arms tighter before relaxing back down.
“My best friend’s little sister.”
I look over my shoulder. “Oh?”
“You seem surprised?”
“Well, you just…” I struggle to find the words that eloquently say, You come across as a bit of a loner. “I didn’t think you liked many people outside of your family.”
He chuckles, then kisses my cheek as he lifts me off his lap.
“My circle is small, that’s true. Maybe in part because of the way I lost my best friend.”
I tilt my head, my eyes roaming his face.
He looks away, hands on my hips to help me stand, then grabs a cloth from the side table to clean himself with.
I don’t move from my spot as I watch him move to a sink in the corner of the room.
Gage walks back over to me with a soft smile on his face.
He kneels on the floor beside me, then gently pushes my legs open, pulling aside my underwear and cleaning me up.
It’s intimate, soft, vulnerable. All the things I never thought I’d get from Gage.
He reaches for my hand next, where his cum has spilled over my fingers.
I don’t miss the way his nose slightly flares, and his chest inflates as he takes in the sight.
The cloth gets launched in the air, landing in a hamper beside the sink, then Gage tugs on my hands, leading me over to a bed against the back wall of the room.
He sits down, pulling himself back on the mattress, and settles his head against the pillow before reaching his hands out, inviting me to join him.
I nestle into the crook of his arm, staring up at his green eyes, and wait.