by Cat Mason
Then I see him.
Tage.
“Hey,” I say on an exhale, relieved that it isn’t some serial killer coming to hack me up and throw me into the lake all because his mom killed his goldfish, when he was eight, by forgetting to feed it while he was at summer camp.
I have watched every single episode of Criminal Minds. This is how the shit happens.
Tage doesn’t say a word. Moving closer, he grabs me, pinning me between his body and the trim of one of the opened doors. The breath lodges in my chest, my heart nearly skipping a beat at the sudden change the night has taken. His hand slides into my hair. Fisting the strands, he tugs until my eyes meet his. The dark, predatory smile playing on his face, and his hooded eyes, only add to the surge of adrenaline that courses through my body.
Tage has reached beast level.
“I want you, Bristol. So goddamn much,” he says, leaning in to brush his nose along mine. “I haven’t wanted anything this much in a long time.”
His mouth slams down on mine, his kiss hard and frenzied. Our teeth and tongues clash as our hands explore each other’s bodies. Every inch of his hard body presses into mine. Digging in my nails, I cling to him as if he were the only thing holding me up.
Maybe he is.
“Is this what you want?” he growls into my mouth. “If not, now would be a good time to tell me.”
“Yes,” I moan, wrapping my leg around his hip, desperate to create some friction to ease the ache that started building the second he laid his hands on me again. “Please, yes.”
Catching on to my game, Tage slides his hand down until it reaches the bared skin of my thigh. His fingers disappear beneath the hem, his rough fingers heading straight for where I want them most. Gripping my ass, he flexes his fingers, his nails digging in.
Thoughts of how long I have known the man who is in the middle of rounding some serious sexual bases right now pop into my head, but are quickly dismissed, and shoved to the back of my mind. If I let something like my conscience get in the way of uninterrupted quality time with Tage’s cock, I would consider having myself committed.
I don’t know if too much is happening all at once, or not enough, because my head is spinning as I try to process everything. The one thing I do know is there are too many layers of clothing between us, and that has to change, right the fuck now.
Grabbing for the hem of his shirt, I start tugging it up his body, needing it gone. “This has to go,” I mumble, breathlessly.
Tage chuckles, his breath, hot as it rushes over my skin. “You got it, gorgeous.”
His hold on me loosens. Taking a step back, he tugs his shirt over his head, letting it fall to our feet. My eyes rake over his body, taking in every inch of hard muscle, encased in ink. I want to run my tongue along every single line and curve.
Reaching out, I hook my fingers through the belt loops in his jeans, tugging him along with me as I move back inside. Steering Tage toward the bed, I trace the line of his jeans with my index finger. His eyes lock on my fingers, watching every move that I make.
Unable to help myself, my hands wander up his torso, lingering on the deep V line cuts that are sucking the brains cells right out of my head. Tage leans into my touch, his eyes drifting closed. “Fuck,” he groans, the guttural sound making me greedy.
Popping the button on his jeans, I tug down the zipper. I need to hear him do it again. The sounds he makes when I touch him are feeding a hunger I didn’t know existed until our alone time at the skating rink.
“Bristol,” he growls in warning when my fingers slip inside and wrap around his hardening length. He grips my hand, stilling my movements. His eyes open, blazing with urgent need. “I’ve spent too much time thinking about all the things I want to do to you for it to be over so quickly.”
Pulling my hand free, Tage grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling it free from my body. Spinning me around, he unclasps my bra, letting it fall to the floor with my shirt. One hand goes straight to my breast, his fingers rolling and tugging my nipple. My whole body reacts to his touch as if I were a puppet on a string.
While he kisses his way along my shoulder, the other hand drifts down, running along the waistband of my jean skirt. Popping the button, he slides inside, fingertips brushing over my clit as he cups my pussy. My eyes drift closed, my head falling back against him as he continues to tease me. The hand on my breast tightens, almost possessively, kneading as he rolls himself into my ass.
As if on their own, my hips tilt upward, seeking more. “Not yet,” he teases, removing his hand. “This is only a warm up.”
Letting go of me completely, spins me back around to face him. Cupping my face with his hands, he takes my mouth again as he backs me toward the bed. His hands move down my body, shoving my skirt and panties down my thighs. Just as I kick out of them, the back of my knees hit the edge of the mattress.
I fall back onto the bed, tugging Tage along with me. He follows willingly, bracing himself above me so that I don’t take on all of his weight. His lips start making a trail down my throat, his tongue darting out to taste my skin. Settling himself between my thighs, Tage teases me with his tongue, circling my nipple before sucking it to his mouth.
“Ah!” I cry out, arching my back. “Your mouth feels so good.”
“If you like this, just wait.” Smiling against my skin, Tage moves to my other breast to deliver the same delicious torture before moving down my torso. He circles my belly button with his tongue, pressing soft, hot kisses along my abdomen. My body is on fire, every nerve ending is begging and pleading for his attention.
Gripping me from behind my knees, he slips from the bed, tugging me to the edge of the mattress as he goes. Pushing up on my elbows, I stare down at him as he kneels in the floor. Smiling wickedly, he winks at me as he licks his lips. Leaning in, he presses a kiss to my inner thigh.
Holy Moses in a floating river basket! Tage is about to introduce his sexy fucking face to my muff.
I feel like I should clap or something.
Sliding his hands under my ass, he yanks me forward into his waiting mouth. His tongue circles my clit before sucking it lightly between his lips. My entire body jolts, coming up off the bed. One of Tage’s hands leaves my ass, two fingers sliding into my pussy. Pumping in and out in perfect rhythm with each calculated flick of his tongue across my clit, he works my body into a frenzy, like a wicked erotic mastermind.
“Ah,” I moan, fisting the sheets in my hands. “Don’t stop,” I plead, feeling my orgasm start to build.
Unable to help myself, my hands dive into his long blonde hair, holding him to me. In response, Tage growls against my skin, sending vibrations throughout my entire body. Quickening the pace, his fingers and mouth drive me to the edge. My entire body pulses, desperate for release.
His fingers leave my pussy and I almost cry at the loss. If it were left up to me, he could walk around with me permanently attached to his hand like a human bowling ball. Pushing up on his knees, he tilts my body back, lifting my ass in the air. Bending me backwards so that my knees are nearly to my chest, Tage spreads my thighs apart as wide as he can, thrusting his tongue inside me. He growls again, all control gone on his part.
His fingers dig into my skin, the bite of pain mixed with his ravenous mouth, sends me over the edge into a dizzying spiral. Grabbing onto my knees, I nearly choke on the scream that leaves my lips when the first waves of my orgasm crash into me like a tidal wave. My thighs shake uncontrollably, my toes curl, and my vison blurs. White flashes before my eyes, and for a second, I wonder if his immaculate tongue fucking could have just stricken me blind.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls, “Fucking come for me.” Tage’s lips latch around my clit, sucking it into his mouth.
Needing to touch him, I reach out, clawing at his shoulders. I cry out his name, clinging to him like a lifeline as he pulls the pleasure from my body as if he needs it to breathe.
“Good?” he asks, releasing his hold on my legs and kissing his way back up my bo
dy.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, my hands gliding over his biceps. “I know who to call if I ever have a problem hitting those high notes.”
Stopping to nuzzle my boobs, he chuckles. His thighs brush my legs, his warm skin making me jump. “When the hell did you take off your pants?” I ask, pushing up on my elbows. “Are you a closet magician?”
I can see it. Tage Crosby: the great and powerful muff magician. Spreader of vaginal wonderment.
“You were occupied,” he informs me, his lips moving along my shoulder blade. “But, for my next trick, I’m going to need a volunteer.”
I giggle at his playfulness. He isn’t afraid to be silly. His adorable awkwardness is one of the things that draws me in the most.
Shifting us on the bed, Tage grabs my hips, flipping me onto my stomach. My laughter stops the second I hear the crinkling sound of the condom wrapper. “Lift that gorgeous ass into the air for me, baby,” Tage says, his command making my stomach flip.
Pushing up on my hands and knees, I do as he instructed. Arching my back, I glance over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of Tage as he fists his cock. I moan in anticipation, remembering how he felt in my mouth, how he tasted on my tongue.
“Are you ready for me?” he asks, teasing my clit with the head of his dick.
“Fuck yes.”
Grabbing my hip with his other hand, Tage thrusts inside me. The breath rushes out of him, his body stilling against mine almost instantly. “Fuck yes,” he moans, mirroring my words. Firmly grabbing onto my hips with both hands, he flexes his fingers. “God, you feel so good.”
Biting my lip, I stifle the moan trying to escape. He is right. This feels amazing. But, the pressure is beginning to build. “Please move,” I pant, rocking my hips forward.
“Bristol, you can’t say ‘please’ when your pussy is wrapped around my cock like a fucking fist,” he says, sounding pained. “It makes it impossible to think straight.”
Tage moves his hips, pumping slowly in and out of me. His grip on me tightens with each stroke of his thick cock. The steady pace is exquisite agony. I need more. “Please,” I moan, baring as much as much weight as possible on my forearms and rocking my hips to meet his slow, shallow thrusts. “I don’t want you to think, Tage. I need you to fuck me.”
His palm comes down hard on my ass, the loud slap echoing in my ears. My hips jolt, the sharp sting fading into a burn that spreads through my whole body. Fucking hell! That is amazing. Tightening his hold on my hip with one hand, Tage grabs a fist full of my hair with the other and yanks me up so that I am almost sitting, then slams me down onto him.
“This how you want it, baby?” Tage growls like a man possessed, his hips driving up into me like a machine.
A scream rips from my chest. My heart races, thumping wildly against my ribcage. We are out of control, falling over the edge into an erotic abyss, and there is no stopping it. But, who in their right mind would want to stop something that feels this incredible?
“Tell me how good my cock feels inside you, Bristol. Tell me how fucking bad you want it.”
Oh. My. God.
“I fucking love it,” I pant, trying to drag air into my lungs. “Don’t stop. God, don’t stop!”
My brain circuits sizzle.
Nothing is hotter than a man with a dirty mouth during sex...
Releasing his hold on my hair, he tilts my face and captures my lips with his. His tongue tangles with mine, our mouths devouring each other. The cries of my release are swallowed by his urgent kiss. Tage’s fingers find my clit, causing my orgasm to quickly roll into another. My body shakes uncontrollably, falling back against his as I shatter.
Panting and grunting into my mouth, he thrusts up into me again and again, his pelvis slamming into my ass harder each time. Tage groans loudly into my mouth, his body stilling as he finds his release.
Our bodies shift, sending us onto our sides on the mattress. Not missing a beat, Tage kisses me with deep, slow flicks of his tongue. He loses himself the moment, savoring me as if I were some decadent dessert.
When he finally does pull away, Tage rolls me to my back and slips from my body. “Be right back.” Climbing from the bed, he walks across the room, his bitable ass flexing with every step he takes toward the opened door leading to the attached bathroom. I notice a scar on the back of his thigh, but I don’t ask about it. The conversation at the bar about hockey being dangerous comes back to mind, and I shudder. Could that have happened on the ice? Turning my head, I shake the bad thoughts from my head. Instead, I follow him with my eyes him until he disappears from view, enjoying the view of his muscular backside.
Flopping onto my back, I close my eyes and sag deeper into the mattress. My lips tingle from his kisses, my entire body sated and relaxed as my breathing slows back to normal again. The toilet flushes then I hear the sound of the water running.
I don’t move when the bed shifts beside me, moments later. Rolling me to my side, Tage wraps his body around mine, his fingers running up my thigh. Moving up slowly, he begins tracing the curvature of my hip. His lips brush my ear. I moan, pressing back into the warmth of his body.
“Are we spooning?” I ask, my lips twitching in amusement.
“Um... I guess we are,” he chuckles, continuing the movements of his fingers. “I’m pretty sure a little post-coital spoonage is totally acceptable.”
Looking up at him, I giggle like a sixth grader in Sex Ed class. “Okay, let’s forget the fact that you managed to, not only invent, but effectively use the term ‘post-coital spoonage’ in a sentence with a straight face.”
“Gotta admit, it was tough,” he replies, his lips quirking up. “Would you prefer the term post-fuck fondle?” Draping his arm over my hip, he draws lazy circles over my abdomen with the tips of his fingers.
“That one is better, actually,” I laugh.
“Are you not a cuddler, Bristol?” he asks, arching a brow. “Because a well-executed post-fuck fondle has its advantages.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask, feeling his hands move over my body.
Lifting my leg, he hitches it up on his hip, opening me to him. He grinds himself into my ass, my body reacting instantly. As he slips two fingers inside my pussy again, he nips at my earlobe. “Oh yeah.”
Chapter Eleven
Black Belt in Cunt Fu
Tage
Sex with Bristol was everything I could have imagined, and then some. I can’t remember a time in my life where I have been so hungry for something. Other than hockey.
I have always been confident in my ability to please a woman. Sex is the ultimate contact sport. And well, anything physical just seems to come easily for me. I mean it’s not being conceited if you can back it up, right? But, nothing could have prepared me for how incredible it felt to sink into her body that first time. Fuck, I wanted it to last forever. I tried to hold back, to go slow, so that it lasted.
But, the moment ‘please’ left her kiss swollen lips, I lost every ounce of control I was fighting so hard to hold onto.
I came totally unhinged.
The taste of her, mixed with how her body reacted to mine, brought the devil out in me. I spent all night lost in her because I couldn’t get enough.
Opening my eyes, I roll to my side, taking in Bristol’s sleeping form. Lying on her stomach, the sheet barely covers her ass. Her long dark hair drapes across the pillow case. Unable to help myself, I lean in and press my lips to her shoulder blade. My fingers move over the exposed skin of her back, sliding over the dip of her lower back and coming to rest on her ass.
“Mmm,” she moans, but doesn’t move. “If your dick is hard again, I’m calling Guinness,” she mutters into the pillow. “My vagina has flipped the sign from ‘open for business’ to ‘closed for repairs’.”
“The World Record is like fifteen hours,” I blurt, laughing at her. “We’re nowhere near that, yet.”
Bracing herself up on her elbow, she stares at me with wide eyes, her mouth gaping. “I’m choos
ing to ignore the fact that you even know that little piece of trivia.”
Brushing the hair out of her face, I laugh. “My uncle is a trivia buff. He has every Guinness Record book that has been published in the last twenty-five years. He has a list on the fridge of the ones he wants to beat.” Swallowing hard, I shake my head. “That’s one of them.”
“Oh,” she laughs, covering her mouth with her hand. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh.”
“Don’t apologize.” Wrapping my arm around her, I pull her body closer to mine. “Trust me, I laugh at him and the crazy shit he does. Often.” Leaning in, I run my nose along hers, breathing her in before pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.
“Ugh,” she sighs softly. “I don’t want to get out of this bed.” Parting her lips, she teases me with her tongue. “You make it very easy for me to forget that I have a hundred things to do.”
“Then don’t.” Rolling her beneath me, I deepen the kiss. Slipping one hand into her hair, cupping the back of her head, my other begins to wander down her body, caressing the curves I have become very familiar with.
Her body comes alive beneath my hands. I cup her breast and her back arches, a moan leaving her lips, instantly swallowed up by my own. “Tage,” she pants breaking the kiss. Staring up at me, she wraps her arms around my neck, rocking herself into my aching cock.
Taking her wrists in my hands, I pin them to the mattress at her sides. Taking my time, I kiss my way down her body, paying special attention to her nipples. My tongue circles her belly button, my teeth nipping playfully at her sensitive skin as I head closer to my intended destination. Looking up at her, I wink before disappearing beneath the sheet.
Bending her knees, Bristol spreads her legs for me. “You want my mouth, baby?” Licking my lips, I lean in, pressing a line of kisses up her pussy before lightly strumming her clit with the tip of my tongue. “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you beg me for my cock.”
Bristol moans, her hips bucking up into my mouth, eagerly seeking more. I tease her, alternating between light flicks and slow, torturous circles. She is so responsive, her entire body reacting to mine without any need for words.
