Temporary

by Alexx Andria

  I owned real estate in the Friend Zone so being the one who turned a guy’s head at first glance wasn’t my experience and it threw me for a loop.

  Even so, I didn’t want to be this guy’s plaything forever — but there was something about his answer that plucked a chord deep inside me.

  Poor little rich boy, I thought derisively, refusing to let anything resembling feelings pop up between us.

  His tongue sought mine, tasting, encouraging me to do the same. He knew just when to push and when to tease, quickly driving me insane with the building pressure inside me.

  It wasn’t long before I was squirming in his grasp, wanting to tear my clothes off to feel skin on skin.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” Gage growled against my mouth, his grip tightening on my ass. “Jesus, Mari, I want to fuck you right now.”

  His words sent an illicit thrill shooting through me. I was no stranger to being turned on but Gage took arousal to a wild new level.

  My heart hammered with an urgency I felt in my pelvis. My panties were already wet. He ground himself against my slit and a groan popped from my mouth even as he devoured every sound.

  Desire obliterated the final whisper of reservation until I was more than willing to do whatever he wanted.

  It felt good to simply be in the moment. I poured my heartache over Landon into that kiss. I didn’t want to admit that Landon had broken my heart but as tears threatened, I couldn’t deny that this time, I’d lost something of myself.

  Gage’s tongue battled with mine in a slick game of dominance, building heat and stoking the need to fuck the pain away.

  The ridge of my jeans pressed against my swelling clit as I rode the bulge of Gage’s cock.

  For a moment I forgot that I was grinding on a stranger’s cock in Manny’s VIP room, desperately close to an orgasm in spite of the fact Gage hadn’t so much as fingered me yet.

  “Someone has already forgotten the rules,” he murmured, when my hips began to thrust harder against him, needing that friction to find my release.

  “What?” I asked in a haze of sexual need as he slowly pushed me off his lap. I stood, confused and forlorn as his chest heaved the same as mine, his gaze glittering with desire. “I don’t understand…”

  He stood and jerked me to him using my belt loops on my jeans. “You cum, when I say you can cum,” he reminded me softly before turning me, his deft fingers quickly popping my fly and unzipping my jeans. Before I could gasp a protest, I was exposed and bent over the table, gripping the sides, my eyes open wide as my breathing turned shallow.

  Those firm hands that had cupped my ass only moments prior, slid down my cheeks, squeezing hard enough to leave a red mark but there was something so hot about the way he stopped just short of true pain.

  “I want to taste you,” he said, leaning down to whisper in my ear. “What does Mari taste like, I wonder…”

  I didn’t have time to answer before his finger penetrated me right there in the middle of the room as I lay bent over the same table we’d brokered our deal.

  Was this really happening?

  Gage found my G-spot and I clenched as a wave of pleasure rippled through me. God, yes it was. I gasped, my fingers curling against the wood as he inserted two fingers, strumming my G-spot until I squirmed.

  “There it is,” he said with approval as I panted, sweat beading my hairline as I pushed against his fingers, wanting him to go deep but his fingers weren’t enough, only a tease for what I really wanted.

  “Fucking delicious,” he murmured, the sound of him licking his fingers causing a decadent arc of wild pleasure curling my nerve endings. There was something so primal about a man who wasn’t squeamish about a woman’s pussy juices.

  Landon hadn’t been a fan. He’d even made me feel dirty about myself.

  Jesus, just fuck me already, I wanted to scream but the game was in full play.

  I wanted to be filled. I wanted to feel his cock stretching me. But if I begged, he’d torture me longer. He liked the control. He wanted me to beg. Some perverse sense of rebellion had me biting my lip, refusing to give in.

  But who was I truly torturing? I was dripping already. I needed to feel him inside me, to fuck away the grinding pain that drove me each day since realizing my own stupidity.

  “You have the most fuckable ass,” Gage said, popping his fly. I glanced back. His cock sprang free, thick and long. If I hadn’t been wet already, I would’ve needed a tube of lube to get that anaconda inside me. But I wasn’t going to do anal with that thing. Fuck that. I started to rise but he pushed me back down with a soft warning. “No.”

  I held my breath, wondering what he would do. How could I feel safe with a man who also scared me a little bit? There was something dark about Gage that pulled and teased, coaxing a part of me that I hadn’t even known existed until this moment.

  Would he fuck me right here?

  I wanted him to.

  He gripped my hips, kicking my feet as wide as I could go and suddenly his hand was buried deep inside my hair. I gasped as he pushed himself inside me. I arched and he went deeper, burying himself balls-deep until I was practically choking on cock.

  It was the most amazing sensation I’d ever experienced.

  But he didn’t start pounding, not yet. No, he wanted to draw out the torture until I was reduced to a gibbering idiot. This was no quickie. He wanted me to squirm on his cock, to cry and mewl like a kitten and, damn, I was already halfway there.

  So much for my dignity.

  I felt every flex of his hip, every strain as he pushed deeper. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he switched things up and started driving me hard, hitting that spot so perfectly it was nearly a crime.

  I was babbling, groaning, crying. I couldn’t stop what was coming. I clenched against him and he answered with a guttural groan that ramped up the intensity between us.

  “I c-can’t stop…” I cried, tumbling into the hardest, most intense orgasm of my life. Everything went into overdrive — sensation, taste, smell — as every pleasure center burst into glittery bits of awesome stardust.

  He answered with a harsh grunt as he came, too. I was too busy trying to catch my breath to realize we hadn’t used a condom until he withdrew and I felt the slick wetness dribbling down my inner thigh.

  I pushed myself up from the table and whirled to face him, my shock evident in my breathless tone. “What the fuck?”

  Gage tucked his spent cock away, saying, “I’m clean and so are you. You are also on birth control.”

  “How do you know all that?” I asked, jerking my skirt down. Then I realized he must’ve hacked into my medical files as well. It was hard to scowl when your pussy was still pulsing with pleasure besides, if he had no qualms invading my financial records, I suppose medical records weren’t safe either. “You’re an asshole,” was all I could manage and as it was, my statement was too breathless to contain any bite.

  He pulled me into his arms. “And you are every bit as fuckable as I thought you’d be.” He finished with a deep kiss and I could taste myself on his lips. God, that was fucking hot. He turned me loose and gestured, saying, “Let’s go. I’m hungry.”

  And why not? Nothing about this night was anything resembling normal so I might as well just go with the flow, whatever that may be.

  Rich man was hungry, rich man got food.

  I grabbed my purse. As I followed Gage out of the bar, my thighs still wet from his cum, I caught Manny’s face peering from his office and I knew the fucker had watched.

  But I didn’t care because I was never coming back.

  Yeah, so this was definitely happening.

  And, Lord help me, it was exciting as hell.

  7

  The car I wouldn’t get into last night was waiting as we burst from the bar, the humid summer air hitting us in the face, a combination of city smells and sounds surrounding us.

  The City That Never Slept was just gaining momentum. The clubs were opening,
the hookers were starting to troll the streets looking for an early start to their night.

  I climbed into the car and Gage followed.

  “Leonardo’s,” he instructed before pulling me straight to him so he could devour me again. I melted in his arms, losing myself quickly and easily even though it wasn’t in my nature to be so malleable. He stared into my eyes, those gorgeous blue eyes of his boring into mine. “You came without permission,” he reminded me.

  “I tried to stop,” I protested softly but he silenced me with a kiss.

  I’d always thought girls who claimed they could cum from a kiss were lying but with Gage’s lips on mine…well, the possibility suddenly became much more believable.

  Gage broke the kiss to school me with the patient tone of a teacher, “Everything of yours belongs to me. Even your pleasure,” he explained, adding with a slow smile, “and your pain.”

  I stiffened, not quite sure what he meant. Was this the part where he tore my face off? Man, and I was having such a good time, too.

  “Have you never played with pain?” he asked, his touch remaining gentle.

  “Pain is not in my wheelhouse of sexual fun stuff,” I answered, wary. “Are you into that sort of thing?”

  “I’m into everything,” he replied, matter-of-fact. “But watching a woman submit…denying her own orgasm until I grant her permission…well, it’s a gift that money can’t buy. I’m addicted to experiences that are more than tangible.”

  I shivered at the intimacy in his tone. I could imagine. At a certain point, being able to buy whatever you wanted, probably turned into a giant bore.

  “I’ll try harder next time,” I said, believing that’s what he wanted to hear but I should’ve known that Gage would see through my thinly veiled patronizing.

  “Transgressions deserve punishment,” he said, removing me from his lap so he could unbutton his jeans. My mouth dropped open as I glanced furtively at the driver who was doing a good job of pretending he couldn’t see or hear what was happening behind him. Gage palmed his semi-stiff dick. “Suck my cock clean.”

  My eyes widened. He couldn’t be serious, right? But I knew he was. “But the driver,” I whispered, embarrassed. I wasn’t exactly an exhibitionist. The only reason I wasn’t dying of mortification knowing that Manny had just watched me get fucked on his VIP table, was because I knew I’d never see him again and I wasn’t aware that Manny had been there when it was happening. This was completely different. The driver was literally feet away from us and he would hear and see everything.

  “I didn’t ask you to suck off my driver, Pet,” Gage corrected me with mild censure. “Put your lips on my cock. Now.”

  I wanted to beg for forgiveness so he wouldn’t make me but there was something so illicitly hot about being made to comply that I was already almost desperate to taste Gage in my mouth.

  It was official; not only was I a whore…I was a dirty, perverted whore as well.

  I took his cock into my mouth, the salty head tasting of us both. Our combined juices seasoned his skin, creating instant arousal, my panties nearly soaked as I swallowed his cock.

  What the hell was happening to me? I was never this girl.

  He was trimmed, not shaved. The scent of his groin, like heaven. I’d always been attracted to a man’s pheromones, the area of the inner thigh my secret weakness. He smelled of sex but still clean. The memories of being savagely fucked in a public place rushing back. Gage’s hand threaded through my hair as he fed his cock down my throat.

  “Good girl,” he encouraged as I laved his shaft and cleaned him as I was told. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the task, forgetting that I was likely being watched by the driver.

  His cock plumped and hardened in my mouth and I went from cleaning to blowing. I wanted him to lose control like I had.

  The sexiest moan erupted from his slack mouth and his grip tightened on my scalp as I intensified my efforts. Sliding my mouth along his shaft, sucking, licking, and using my hands to grip and complement what I was doing with my mouth.

  He shouted and came, flooding my throat as I swallowed with greedy gulps until he was done. I gently licked the remaining drops of salty liquid from the tip and he allowed me to rise.

  A long sated sigh preceded his, “You did that on purpose,” and I laughed as he tucked his cock away. He grinned, adding, “I like a girl who can keep me on my toes.”

  “How many times have you done this?” I asked, curious.

  “You are the first.”

  Yeah right. “I don’t believe you.”

  He shrugged. “Why would I lie? I’m not ashamed nor am I trying to hide anything. When I see something I want…I go after it.”

  My cheeks heated. “So…why me?”

  “Why question? Isn’t it enough that I wanted you?”

  A gentle rebuff. He doesn’t like to talk about himself. That was the second time he’d shied away from revealing anything truly personal. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Obviously, he had some issues and I wasn’t looking to set up house so…his reasons didn’t matter, right?

  But when I had questions…I had a hard time letting them go. My mom had always called it a character flaw, not being able to mind my own business.

  “Where are we going?”

  “My favorite restaurant,” he answered. “Old-world Italian.”

  How did he know pasta was my weakness? I wasn’t exactly dressed for a fancy Italian restaurant but just as I thought to mention this fact, we pulled around the back of the building and someone was already there, waiting for us, holding our food in to-go bags.

  “You ordered ahead?”

  “I like things to go as planned.”

  “What happens when things don’t go to plan?” I asked.

  He laughed as if that never happened.

  Somehow, even though I knew it was impossible, I almost bought into the idea that Gage could control everything in his universe.

  One thing was evident, Gage had planned our evening, sharing the plans with everyone but me.

  “Where are we going?” I asked, the smell of our food starting to taunt my stomach. I guess wild monkey sex really had a way of ramping up the appetite but I sensed he had some sort of picnic in mind so I would just wait (I guess).

  “Small talk?” I ventured when the silence started to feel awkward.

  “Never really cared for it.”

  “Me either.” More awkward silence ensued until I couldn’t take it any longer. “But here’s the thing, we’ve fucked and yet…here we are, staring into the darkness, awkward as all get out, you know? Maybe we could share a little about ourselves?”

  Gage chuckled as if I were cute but said, “When I want to know something about you, I’ll ask. Until then, I prefer silence.”

  Oh.

  Well, now.

  The prick has returned.

  8

  “The Botanical Gardens?” I said once we arrived at our destination. “But it’s dark and you can’t see anything.”

  “It’s also quiet and private,” Gage pointed out, grabbing my hand and setting the pace while our driver lugged our food and a blanket.

  “Are we allowed to be here at night?” I asked in a hushed tone, afraid of getting busted.

  “I can go wherever I please,” he answered as if permission were a non-issue. I guess when you had enough money to grease any wheel, you could go wherever you liked.

  “What’s it like to know that you don’t have to follow anyone’s rules?” I asked with a thin veil of sarcasm. “I mean, must be nice to know that rules don’t apply to you.”

  Gage shrugged in answer as we went deeper into the Thain Family Forest area. The darkness was eerie, the light of the stars casting a ghostly glow on the black oaks and hemlock.

  Landon and I had come here when we were first dating but I hadn’t been back since.

  I drew a deep breath, willing to admit that even though it looked like a murder landscape at night, the smells on the night air were
a welcome change from downtown.

  One thing I had to get used to when I moved from the country to the city was the horrid smells that assaulted your nose from morning until night.

  From the homeless pissing in the alleys to the street vendors selling their dirty water dogs, the smells were only intensified in the hot, humid air of the summer.

  It was a relief to enjoy the clean scent of nature.

  We arrived at a small clearing and our driver spread our blanket, arranging our food, then without much word, left.

  “Are we totally alone?” I asked, shivering a little. “This looks like the perfect place to be murdered in.”

  “True enough. They wouldn’t find our bodies until morning,” he agreed, shocking me with his brief show of humor. “Relax. We are well-protected but we have our privacy as well.”

  “Did you hire the Secret Service or something?”

  Gage chuckled. “Something like that.”

  The questions just kept mounting.

  But for now, my stomach didn’t care about mystery — it just wanted food. “So what’s in the bag?” I asked, eager to eat. “I’m starved.”

  “Good.” He pulled our trays free and handed mine to me. I wasted no time in seeing what he’d decided I would eat. Please don’t be anything with fish, I prayed. But as I opened my tray, I laughed when I saw what was in it. He grinned at my response. “I hope you like cheeseburgers.”

  “You ordered cheeseburgers from an uppity Italian restaurant?”

  Gage answered around his bite, “Leonardo’s has the best chef in town. I know he can make Italian, but if he’s really good…he should be able to make anything. And I prefer cheeseburgers.”

  His answer tickled my funny bone. “I would give anything to be a fly on the wall when he got your order for a motherfucking cheeseburger. Classic!”

  Gage chuckled and enjoyed his burger. Who was this guy? No, seriously. I hated mysteries.

  “You’re right…this is pretty damn good,” I agreed, my mouth full but I shook my head as I said, “I still can’t get over the fact that you made a fancy chef make you a cheeseburger.”