Brain, are you serious? Wait, you’re always serious. Not me, babe, I wanna see what happens when we climb this!
Sensing my hesitation, Gage claims me in a kiss, our bodies bent so that I can still touch his enormous cock in amazement. But his tongue is skillful, and soon I’m lost in hungry kisses that inspire heat warming my abdomen. As a result, my hand moves faster, grip tightening around his base even if my fingers can’t touch each other. As he groans, “That feels good, Cherry,” we lock eyes.
I almost laugh that it’s the perfect nickname since he’s about to make me feel like I’ve still got one.
With a slow kiss, he removes my hand, and zips up his pants.
“What’re you doing?!” I cry out, “No!”
Gage grabs and lifts me up, “You want it that bad, huh?” wrapping my legs around his hips again.
“No, that’s not it. I just…” want it that bad. “…wasn’t sure what you were doing, is all.”
He chuckles, carrying me into the kitchen, “You said you were thirsty,” where he sits me on his clean countertop by a super-sized, silver fridge.
Rather than say what my pussy wants me to — I’m not thirsty anymore. I wanna experience what that cock feels like — I nibble my bottom lip.
Must act cool.
Unaffected.
Aloof.
I’ve already slipped up. Accidentally shown eagerness. Never my style. Quite the opposite. Brad and I excel at game playing.
I’m a master!
His star pupil.
In so many ways.
Just thinking of that asshole dims my arousal, greediness now a manageable hum. I even feel my gaze sharpening again.
Wisening.
Gage digs in the refrigerator and produces a couple Guinnesses. “Perfect. Irish beer for the redhead. Put your head back.”
“Excuse me?”
“Put your head back and close your eyes.”
“No way.”
His left hand slides between my thighs and flips over to hold my crotch over jeans I suddenly wish were on the floor. “Mmm, you’re hot down here.” He rubs up me once, and moves slowly back down, applying more pressure and giving the tiniest, shortest, wiggle. “Can’t tell through this denim but I’d bet my truck you’re dripping wet.”
I frown at him.
He gives me this sexy I-can’t-wait grin, eyelashes dropping to watch his palm and fingers rub me more. I’m trying not to let Gage see how aroused I’m getting, how good he is at this.
Aloof.
Aloof.
Aloof!
That doesn’t even sound like a word anymore. A moan betrays me.
“Put your head back.”
I breathe, “Okay.”
“Close your eyes and keep ‘em closed.” His hand abandons me. I bite my lip rather than beg for its return.
There’s that delicious, unmistakable sound of a beer bottle cap flying, the distinct fizz as oxygen meets liquid.
Against instinct I squeeze my eyes tight, hearing him take a long swig.
Suddenly there’s an ice-cold, wet bottle rim touching my bottom lip, tracing it left, then right. I tilt my head a little for a sip and he says, “No,” so I bend it back again. “Open your lips for me… That’s right.”
Cold and chocolatey Guinness drenches my tongue and stops just before I choke.
“Keep ‘em closed.”
I hear the bottle set down beside me, feel his hands taking hold of my waist as his warm lips brush against and lick mine.
I go to kiss him back, but he pulls away too fast.
“Lift your arms.”
I do it.
Heart racing.
Eyes closed.
Other senses heightened.
The shirt disappears.
My bra gets unsnapped.
Slides right off.
Gets thrown.
Shirt, too, from the sound I just heard.
I’ve never had someone undress me for the very first time without my closely watching their reactions.
I have no visual idea what Gage is thinking, if he likes what he sees, or what he’s even up to.
A moment later, my boots are unzipped and tugged off, clattering in the distance on wood flooring. He must’ve chucked them hard, grey socks, too, because I couldn’t even hear those land.
He whispers, “Don’t you dare look,” as muscular arms encircle and bring me close, my naked breasts pressing into his shirt as he sets me down on the cool kitchen tile. It’s not completely smooth like linoleum. My toes touch a straight groove and it occurs to me these have the texture of sanded bricks.
Hands take hold of my waist, sliding in until he pops my jeans button open, unzipping oh-so-slowly until I’m oh-so-wet.
With eyelids shut by surrender, I hold my arms up, naked breasts rising.
Desire hisses through Gage’s teeth.
I want him so bad.
He tugs down my pink panties with my jeans, and there’s a quiet whoosh and a thump where they land on the floor somewhere.
Touch me, Gage.
I’m naked now.
Can’t see what you think.
But…
I’m feeling it.
All over.
He lifts me onto the counter.
Kisses my shoulder just once.
“Head back.”
Arching hardened nipples to the ceiling, my ribcage spreads, legs together, and I gasp as cold liquid rains onto warm flesh.
A hot licking sensation replaces intense shock with sensuality and I shiver, legs parting of their own free will. He drenches my breasts again, licks and licks and licks them, then comes back up to kiss me a while, our mouths in no hurry.
Time and again rough fingers glide over my slippery slopes and curves, his tongue following the fingertips like they’re showing it the way. He drinks me up until finally his hands go between my knees to open them wider.
“You’re holding your breath again.”
“Mmhmm.”
“I wanna make you breathe hard.”
I feel his fingers on my inner thighs, and shiver in suspense. A second later, Gage licks where I’m pulsing, one long lick before his fingers crawl in to separate my swelling folds.
I gasp at the cold drench of fresh beer poured onto my aching pussy. Gage’s tongue lazily cleans me off. Oh my…never ever, ever, have I been this aware of my clit before. I’m painfully awake to this sweet ache.
I cry out as I’m doused again, and grab Gage’s head as he laps at my pussy, forgetting my resistance to show him, moaning loudly, even whimpering. I want to cum so badly, and he’s torturing me. I start to rub on his tongue, can’t help it! It’s too good. My primal instincts are on me. There is nothing but his amazing tongue.
Gage slides it into my cave for the first time. I freeze, contraction just out of reach. It slides out and up to tickle my clit until a burst of pleasure weakens me.
He stops.
Rises up.
The bastard.
My orgasm teeters on ecstasy’s edge, pussy throbbing so bad that I whimper, “Fuck me!”
I hear his zipper, the sound of a condom wrapper, the soft fall of slacks while rubber is stretched wide. The thump thump thump of wrestling his boots off without the use of his hands as they grab my naked hips.
One releases me.
“Say please.”
Blind, I moan, “Please!” and sigh with relief as his cock’s smooth tip drags down and back up my swollen pussy. “Oh God yes, please!!!”
My arms lock around his neck as I find Gage’s mouth, without sight, kissing him while he enters me one quarter-inch at a time. “So tight.”
I argue, “So huge!”
His chuckle dies in his throat as I crash a hungry kiss into him. He deepens penetration a bit more at a time, stretching me slowly, filling me whole, until I’m pulsing so hard I climax around his shaft the instant he’s all the way in.
“Look at me.”
My eyelashes shyly flutter, and
I search his crocodiles, confused because something is weird. I feel my heart tingling with a strange sensation. Like it’s…opening.
No.
It wasn’t closed.
Was it?
No. My heart was just fine.
It’s only that I’ve never…
I can’t think.
He’s staring at me.
So gorgeous.
These cheekbones.
They start to tick, Adam’s apple rising and falling as he licks his lips, hips swaying to withdraw and press back in that enormous cock before he drags it out again.
Burying my face in his neck I feel it vibrate as Gage growls, “You feel so good!”
I whisper in his ear, “So do you!”
Pleasure burns hotter with each sure stroke. I am grasping for my breath, my sanity, until I decide to let it all go.
I was never sane to begin with.
Throwing my head back, I moan, hips moving with his. We fuck faster, harder, until Gage lifts me off the counter, going to town with me wrapped around him in the middle of his kitchen, fingers dug deep into the soft flesh of my ass, then my hips, and my ass again, manipulating my body and slamming my pussy onto his wide girth. My fingernails lodge in his shoulders, find a home as this pulse grows so intense I start swearing nonstop.
Gage’s rough kiss shuts me up. He rolls his hips a few times, making me cum so hard, thick pulse stronger than my heartbeat. He pulls back to look at me. Delirious, I kiss his chin, his wet lips, bury my mouth in his neck to taste the salt, pressing my hips closer as he releases, protected and cumming inside of me with rough, primal jerks. I hold tight as he slams a foot wider for balance.
Suddenly we’re headed to his staircase.
“Are you taking this for granted?”
He grunts, “Taking what for granted?” negotiating its steps.
“You didn’t enjoy that orgasm. You’re moving on too quickly.”
He winks at me. “Because there’s more. You think we’re done?”
I rain kisses all over his face, making his ascent to the second story even more difficult but way more fun.
“I’m going to drop you if you keep doing that.”
“Don’t you dare!”
He chuckles, “I wouldn’t drop you.”
Guess I picked the perfect antidote to pain.
About time I did something right.
Chapter Seven
GAGE
T hat fire is staring at me as we’re lying on our sides, legs pretzeled, my cock buried deep inside. Lexi bites her lip, and I smirk, “You do that a lot.”
She moans, “Do I?” while we fuck, and tilts her chin for a kiss. I claim her mouth, enjoy her building pleasure, how much wetter she’s getting. Slippery.
Moving my hips, pulling my cock back, giving her it again, and pulling back several times more, I taste, smell, and touch the uninhibited creature who has continued to match my desire for three hours.
It’s a powerful feeling for a man being the one who inspires every gasp and moan she gives. These glistening beads of sweat slipping between her breasts are all mine. I made those.
Our muscles tense as she whimpers.
I lock my legs with hers, growl, “Cum for me,” and penetrate that shivering pussy real slow, watching frown lines deepen, eyes closed by ecstasy. The tightening around my shaft, gripping and squeezing me, taking my breath with each thick burst, it’s everything we’re meant to be doing. A pulse nears, I can feel it coming, but I hold it back to time it just right with hers. At the peak, I let go, my narrow hips moving in a rhythm I’m able to control since this is the third time tonight. I draw out the pussy’s ecstasy, waking it up for another wave of pleasure just when it thought it was over, sweet, hot, throbbing compression making me hiss and close my eyes.
I feel lips on mine, a tongue tracing, so I bite it and suck, pulling it into my mouth. With me on top we roll over, kissing until we’ve got no aftershocks left.
I guide her out of my bed.
“Where are we going?”
“Shower.”
“Oh!”
At her worried tone, I look back to ask, “What’s wrong?”
“I um…”
Stopping in the doorframe I face her. “What?”
Green eyes darken with concern as she touches her red bedhead. “My hair isn’t normally straight.” At my cocked eyebrow she clarifies, “I didn’t bring my hair products, and if I get it wet it’s going to be really curly.”
“So?”
“So…” There goes that bottom lip between her teeth again. But she meets my amused expression and sighs, “Oh well. Fuck it.”
I lift her up, cradling her as my feet stomp louder under the extra weight. “Let’s see what happens when Cherry gets wet.”
“I’ve been wet all night.”
“Touché.” I kick the cracked-open door to walk through, and set her down on cool, blue tile, crossing to swing open my tall glass shower-door for a hot rinse down. “Bathtub’s in the other washroom.”
“It’s a beautiful shower.”
I glance back, gaze drinking in her naked body. “Installed it myself.”
She reacts, pointing and walking closer for inspection. “You did this?”
“Yep.”
“All that stone work?”
“All me.”
“It’s gorgeous!” Bending and craning to see better she whispers, “No flaws!”
I point to the bottom right corner. “That one was the bitch of the bunch. Had to cut it just right. The final piece.”
“Wow, Gage, this is really impressive.”
As hot water makes the long climb upstairs from my basement, I pull Lexi to me outside of the shower, press our naked flesh together and search her bright green eyes. “You know what’s impressive?”
She smiles, “Your home?”
“Nope.”
“Your cock?”
“Yes, but nope.”
“Four times in three hours?”
“Yes, definitely, but nah. Not that either. Any more guesses?”
“No,” she whispers, kissing me. “Tell me what’s impressive.”
“So far, everything about you.”
Lexi pulls back, blinks at me, head tilting a little. I give her a quick kiss, reaching out to feel the stream, find it perfect since I’ve turned those faucet knobs hundreds of times and know exactly where to rest them.
Taking her hand, I lead Lexi in, shut the glass door behind us. Pretty soon we’re soaked, her hair darker and longer, plastered to her skin. With dripping eyelashes, she smiles at me. “Your muscles are so…” Trailing off she traces them with her fingers in quiet fascination, fingertips lightly sliding over my pecs, down my ribcage, each bump of my hard-earned six pack and finally along the ‘V’ until she holds my growing cock.
I back her slowly against the wall where she slides slippery arms around my head, kisses my neck as I pull up her leg and start to position myself, not thinking.
Suddenly, I stop, frowning at how close I was.
“What’s wrong, Gage?”
“No condom in here.”
“Oh! Wow… thank you… I forgot.”
“Yeah, I almost did, too.”
With a sensual nibble of my earlobe, she whispers, “It’s okay. I’m really sore.”
I turn my head, and claim her mouth as steam engulfs us. The last time I showered with a woman we’d gotten into a fight and that was over two years ago.
It sure wasn’t this.
Lexi and I take turns with my bar of soap, washing ourselves, washing each other. We don’t talk anymore, but it’s comfortable.
Easy.
I like it.
A little too much.
I ’m zipping up my jeans while watching the soft rise and fall of her breath. Lexi’s asleep on her stomach in my bed, curly red hair splayed on the fitted sheet, pillows on the floor.
Walking to my closet I snatch a work shirt, hanger swinging as I slip my arms into i
t. Snapping buttons, I go back to watching the beauty in my bed dreaming about God knows what.
She’s in love with that guy.
I’m a one night rebound.
I won’t be two.
Shoving my right foot into a scratched, black work boot, I bend over, free a loose shoestring from under my sock and shove my heel down, wiggling the foot in until it’s comfortable. Do the same with the left, and tie them before rising up and adjusting myself. The memory of how good she felt has me growing.
Crossing to the window-side of my king size, I squat next to her. “Hey Cherry, hate to wake you, but…”
Like a comfy cat Lexi stretches, and suddenly realizes she’s not home. Or at Brad’s. She sits up with a start, sheet tugged for modesty, green eyes blinking with images of our hot sex zipping past. A man can tell.
“What time is it?”
“Almost nine.” I lift a lock of wild red hair, running my fingers down to enjoy the softness before tucking it behind her ear. She frowns as I tell her the bad news. “I’ve gotta go to work.”
“Oh!” Her naked shoulders relax but the frown remains. “Of course. Right.” She glances around my bedroom, sees the blanket in one corner, pillows on either side of my bed, and her panties on the closet’s knob. I went downstairs for some water in the middle of the night, brought them up and hung them in plain sight. Thought it would win a smile.
It worked.
She covers her laugh, “What are those doing there?!”
“Great question.” I rise up, work-shirt falling into position.
“You’re too funny.” Blinking away sleep, Lexi tugs the sheet higher.
Snatching a pillow from the floor I chuckle, “You don’t have to cover up. I’ve seen it. In fact, I’ve sucked it. All of it.”
She plucks at her hair, laughing, “I know that! Don’t you think I know that? It just feels a little weird being naked when you’re fully dressed.”
Bending to nuzzle her neck while peeling the sheet back, I smirk, “Let’s just remove this,” and kiss my way across her collarbone, giving it a light lick at the end. Lexi pulls me down on top of her.
“Come back to bed!”
“Don’t tempt me.” I give her a kiss she won’t soon forget before offering my hand. “Rise and shine, Cherry.”
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