Tempted

by Alana Sapphire

  “Okay, people. Let’s party!”

  CHAPTER 15

  ***Gage***

  She’s dancing on the bar, shaking her ass and getting me all kinds of worked-up. She’s been at it for a while now, and my dick has been saluting her the entire time. Toni and Chrissy are right up there with her. They are quite a trio. Ron and Allah spirit the other two away, leaving my girl up there all alone. She really loves to dance because she doesn’t even seem to notice.

  “Raven.”

  She smiles down at me and sits on the bar. I pick her up, take her to my room, and stand her up at the foot of the bed. She sways a bit and clutches my arm to steady herself. “Did you have fun?”

  “Hells yeah,” she slurs.

  “Are you drunk, baby doll?”

  “I only had one beer.”

  “One too many.”

  “Whatever. Kiss me,” she says, leaning against me.

  “I have something for you first.”

  “What is it?”

  I hand her the envelope and wait while she opens it. She pulls out the card and smiles at the design – “Happy birthday” written above three cupcakes, each with a lit candle. When she opens it, her eyes go wide.

  “What the…are you…a two thousand dollar Amazon gift card?” She exclaims.

  “For your books.”

  “Do you have any idea how many books I can buy with this?”

  I shrug and she jumps into my arms, wrapping hers tightly around my neck.

  “You’re the best!”

  With her body pressed against me, I can’t help myself. The card and envelope fall from her fingers as I begin to kiss her neck. Her moan removes every coherent thought from my mind. I lay her on the bed and climb on top of her, positioning myself between her legs. I lick her skin, salty from sweat, and she throws her head back. Her back arches and the movement presses her breasts to my chest. Her soft body feels so good against me. I could get lost in her curves for days. She pushes at my cut, and I shrug it off. Her hands immediately start pulling at my shirt and I allow her to remove it. Eager fingers glide over my chest and stomach and she moans.

  “God, you feel good.”

  “I wish you could feel what I feel when I touch you, doll.”

  I look down at the pendants from our necklaces lying next to each other on her sternum and get the animalistic urge to beat my chest like a gorilla. Somehow, this gorgeous woman beneath me is mine. She pulls me down to her, and I press my lips to hers. The kiss quickly escalates. In seconds, we’re grabbing at each other, consumed by passion. I slip my fingers under her top, pulling it up and off. I’ve seen lots of tits before but none as amazing as hers. Even covered in lace, I can tell they’ll be the most perfect breasts I’ll ever see.

  “I can’t wait to come all over these tits…watch it drip down your nipples.”

  I bury my face in them, nipping at the sides while I lift her leg and press my dick against her pussy.

  “Please, Gage…please, just fuck me.”

  I chuckle as I stare down at her. “Little Miss I-Want-To-Make-Love wants to get fucked? What happened to making me beg?”

  Her eyes regain focus and she lets her arms fall to the bed.

  “I lost sight of my goal for a while, but thank you for reminding me.”

  “So, you’re resuming the mission?”

  “Absolutely. No sex until I say so. As a matter of fact…when’s your birthday?”

  “April tenth.”

  “Lovely. We shall wait ‘til then.”

  “Lovely? Shall? When did you turn into a Victorian maiden?”

  “About a minute ago.”

  “And you’re saying I’ll have to wait until my birthday?” I ask incredulously.

  “Yes. Put that on your calendar, Mr. Hunter.”

  “You must be out of your mind. You’re asking for another spanking.”

  “Why would I? It hurt.”

  “Because that time it was supposed to.”

  She rolls her eyes in disbelief. “When does a spanking not hurt?”

  “You’d be surprised, doll.”

  “Obviously, you’ve done it before. These women…they enjoyed it?”

  “Of course. I wouldn’t have done it if they didn’t.”

  “And you do, too?”

  “I do.”

  She chews on her bottom lip and slides her hands around my neck.

  “Show me. Spank me, Gage.”

  ***Raven***

  I can’t believe I just asked him to spank me. What the hell is wrong with me? Maybe I am drunk…or drunk on him. The change in his eyes is instantaneous. A second ago, they were alight with humor and mischief. Now, they’re dark with desire. He really does enjoy this.

  “Are you sure?” He asks with raised brows.

  “Yes…please.”

  “If you don’t like it, you just have to tell me to stop. Okay?”

  I nod as his fingers move to the button on my jeans. He kneels between my legs and pulls my zipper down. My breathing becomes ragged. I raise my hips off the bed and allow him to remove my jeans. He works them slowly down, his eyes following their progress. He drops them at the foot of the bed and bites into his bottom lip as his eyes wander over my body. The heat from his gaze and his fingertips lightly gliding down my stomach, send a shiver up my spine. He’s barely touching me, but my body responds with intensity. I clench my muscles at the insistent throbbing between my legs.

  “You’re perfect.”

  Jesus. He sits on the edge of the bed and takes a deep, steadying breath.

  “Come here.” I kneel next to him and he curls his arm around my waist. “Lie across my lap.”

  I do as he says, gasping as his erection presses into my stomach. He adjusts me to his liking and then trails his fingers down my spine. I shudder and moan as I feel myself getting wetter. Just the knowledge of being totally at his mercy excites me in a way I never thought possible. His palm travels up the back of my thigh and over my ass. There’s a softness to his touch that belies what he’s about to do. He repeats the action on my other thigh.

  “Fuck, I love your body.”

  I squirm on his lap as the ache between my legs gets greater. He adjusts my panties, exposing more of my ass to him, then rubs my cheeks as if preparing them for his palm. When the first smack comes, I wasn’t expecting it. I yelp in surprise. That wasn’t so bad. Slap. The next cheek gets some attention.

  “Shit. Look at that ass jiggle.”

  I put my twerking skills to work, shaking one cheek then the next.

  “Fuck! Do that again.”

  Just when I’m really getting into it, he slaps me on my inner thigh.

  “Fuck!” I bite into my bottom lip. That one stung. He soothes the spot with his palm and the pain is forgotten. I moan as his fingers make small circles on my skin, so close to where I need him to touch me.

  “Oh, baby…your ass is even sexier with my palm prints all over it.”

  He gives me four slaps in quick succession and I groan in agony. Not from pain but from frustration. I desperately need release.

  “Should I stop?”

  “No. More…please.”

  He pulls my panties tight and rubs the crotch against my pussy. Sweet friction. I whimper as the lace rubs against my clit. His palm comes down hard, harder than the others, but I barely feel it. It’s like my body is confused. It can’t decide between pleasure and pain, and is straddling the fence between both. As he works my panties faster, the slaps get harder and more frequent.

  “Fuck, Gage! Please, make me come.”

  He moves so fast, my head spins. I’m on my back on the bed and he’s leaning over me, breathing hard, eyes hooded. Without warning, he takes my lips with a vengeance. I frantically pull at the button and zipper on his jeans and he kicks them off. Yes! Finally. He reaches behind me and unhooks my bra. I throw it to the floor and he lets out a strangled sound.

  “Fucking beautiful.”

  He swirls his tongue on my nipple and
I swear I feel like I’ve been launched into space. He bites into it and pinches the other between his fingers. I cry out, gripping his shoulders as my body shivers. He massages my breasts, moaning as he plants fervent kisses all over them.

  “Fuck,” he breathes against my skin, his voice a little more than a murmur. He moves slowly down, planting gentle kisses on my stomach. Both hands curl around my breasts, caressing them as he uses his teeth to pull on the waistband of my panties. He releases it and it hits me with a snap. I barely feel it because my mind is centered on the fact that his face is inches from my pussy. I bury my fingers in his hair and try to guide him lower. With a groan, he trails his hands down my sides and wraps them around my thighs. He continues his journey south, kissing me over my panties, down to my mound. My hips rise up in impatience. I wish he would just do it already! Instead, he starts kissing my inner thighs. They tremble at the touch of his lips, his warm breath sending shivers through my body.

  “Gage...”

  I curl my fingers into a fist in his hair, pulling tight as he trails his nose along the crotch of my panties.

  “Jesus Christ, woman. You have my mouth watering.”

  ¡Ay, coño! I don’t know how much more of this teasing I can handle. “Gage, please.”

  He moves back up, sliding his tongue toward my breasts. My entire body quivers.

  “Is that what you want? You want me to eat that pussy, Raven?”

  “Eat it, lick it, fuck it, I don’t care. Please, just do something!”

  He chuckles and reaches between my legs, cupping my pussy through my panties. My hips jerk north as he caresses me through the damp material. This just won’t do. I need more.

  “Please, Gage…please…”

  His hand slides into my panties.

  “Is this what you want?”

  At the first touch, no sound leaves my lips. I feel like I can’t breathe, like I’m having a heart attack…like…take me now, Jesus ’cause I feel like I’m in Heaven.

  “Yes!”

  “Fuck, babe. So fuckin’ wet.”

  He slips his finger between my lips and slides it up and down, then moves up to my aching clit and circles it.

  “Gage!”

  He pulls my nipple back into his mouth as his fingers drive me to the point of insanity. I grab a fistful of his hair, keeping his head at my breast while I grind on his fingers. I’m already so close. He alternates between my lips and my clit, expertly pleasuring me. My thighs tremble as I feel my orgasm approaching.

  “Whose pussy is this?” He growls.

  “Yours!”

  “Again.”

  “Yours. This pussy belongs to Gage Hunter!”

  “Fucking right.”

  He works my clit faster as he covers my lips. I suck on his tongue and drag my nails across his back. He moans and pinches my nipple. Then, holy fucking hell, a finger slides inside me. I clench around it.

  “Fuck, Raven.”

  He kisses his way down my neck and back to my breast, pulling my nipple between his lips. His finger moves in and out while his thumb presses on my clit. Pleasure grips my body in a chokehold.

  “Gage…”

  “So fuckin’ tight, babe. Can’t wait to get my dick inside you.”

  Yes! That’s exactly what I want! “Please…”

  “Not yet.”

  I groan in frustration and he begins to work my clit with his thumb. His tongue circles my nipple while his free hand massages my other breast. My muscles begin to clench involuntarily and I brace myself. My orgasm rocks my entire body. I convulse like an epileptic, digging my nails into his skin. This is life-changing shit right here – pleasure of untold proportions. My body will never be the same.

  “Gage!”

  He grunts and slows his fingers, letting me ride it out. He buries his face in my neck and breathes deeply. I’m trying to calm my breathing, but it doesn’t seem to be working. He picks me up and positions me on the bed then climbs in behind me. I lie in his arms until sleep overtakes me.

  ***

  I wake up with a hand on my breast. Thinking it’s only fair, I reach down and stroke his dick. He groans and opens his eyes. After realizing where his hand is, he lays his head on my chest. I wrap my arm around him, and we just lay there for a while.

  “I must have a guardian angel somewhere if this is what I get to wake up to from now on.”

  “I’m beginning to think that mouth of yours is equally dirty and sweet.”

  “Maybe eighty/twenty. Now, put on some clothes before I lose my fucking mind.”

  “I need a shower.”

  “You do that, and then I’ll take you out for breakfast.”

  “’Kay.”

  After my shower, I return to the room to find two huge, gift-wrapped boxes and two smaller ones. He’s lying in the bed, watching TV.

  “What are those?” I ask.

  “Um…gifts?”

  “Are they for me?”

  “It’s your birthday, isn’t it?”

  “But I thought…”

  He sits on the edge of the bed and grins at me. “What? You thought all I got you were some concert tickets, a necklace, and a gift card?” He walks into the bathroom, chuckling. “Open them.”

  I look around for my backpack of clothes I keep here, but it’s nowhere in sight.

  “Where are my clothes?”

  “Top drawer,” he says around his toothbrush.

  I walk over to the chest of drawers in a daze and find all my things in the top drawer. He gave me a drawer. Aaah! How huge is that? That cut seems so much closer now. I can see it – Property of Gage...no, Property of Reaper. I get dressed with a huge grin and then start opening my gifts. I rip the wrapping from the biggest box. This time, I actually scream. He got me an artist’s table! Or I should say Creative Center…that’s what it says on the box.

  “You like it?”

  “I love it!”

  I leap into his arms and wrap my legs around his waist. He laughs and spins me around. I kiss him hard on the lips and squeeze him tightly. His gifts have been so thoughtful. I just don’t know what to say.

  “Thank you. You’re amazeballs.”

  “Yeah. My balls are pretty amazing.”

  He laughs out loud and I smack him on the chest. He’s lucky I like him. He jerks his head in the direction of the remaining boxes.

  “Open the rest.”

  Those boxes contain a stool, a sketching kit, and a box set of one hundred and twenty colored pencils.

  “This is…amazing. Thank you.”

  “I’m glad you like them, babe.” He kisses me softly and walks back to the bathroom. “I’m gonna take a shower.”

  I throw on one of his hoodies over my clothes and head out to look for Toni. I know she went off with Allah last night, but I have no idea what happened to her. Some friend I am. I find her sitting with Chrissy at the bar having breakfast.

  “Well…look who’s finally up,” Toni greets me.

  “Good morning, you two.”

  “You look…relaxed.” Chrissy waggles her brows at me and nudges Toni. They both giggle.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “You look like you got sorted out last night,” Toni says.

  I look around then lean in toward them. “Properly sorted out.”

  They laugh and move closer.

  “Tell us everything,” Toni begs.

  I take a deep breath, remembering last night. His scent, his touch…the spanking, the mind blowing orgasm. I shiver at the memory.

  “It was amazing. I never knew I could come so hard. And he just used his fingers.”

  “Shit. The look on your face makes me want to get laid.”

  “What happened with you and Allah?”

  “Nutten. Nobody getting this good-good on the first night.”

  Chrissy smiles and shakes her head. “I can’t get over how you slip between accents so effortlessly.”

  “I’ve been here all my life. The accent I pi
cked up from my family.”

  Gage slides his hand around my waist and pulls me against him. I don’t need to turn around to know it’s him. I breathe him in, momentarily caught up in his scent. The girls stare at him with dreamy eyes, seemingly as enraptured as I am. Ron walks up and leans on the counter next to Chrissy.

  “Good morning, ladies,” Gage greets the girls.

  “Good morning,” they practically whisper.

  “What are you two up to today?”

  “Apparently, I need to go shopping because I didn’t bring anything appropriate for this thing.”

  “Ron, take care of her.”

  He reaches into his pocket and hands Ron a wad of cash. Toni grins and hops off the stool.

  “Hold on to this one, Rave.”

  I glance up at him with a smile. I fully intend to.

  CHAPTER 16

  ***Gage***

  She’s sitting across from me at the restaurant, and I can’t help but stare. She’s fucking beautiful and she’s mine. I don’t need to hide it anymore. I can shout it from every rooftop. Touching her last night made me lose my fucking senses. I swear I was stark-raving mad the entire time, not in control of my mind. It took everything in me not to bury myself balls-deep in her tight, wet pussy. Having those gorgeous tits in my face every morning is a sight I’m looking forward to.

  “What are you thinking about?” She breaks into my thoughts.

  “You. Your perfect tits and pussy.”

  Her eyes widen, hunger burning in them.

  “Why don’t you stop thinking and do something about it?”

  “I will. Later.”

  I glance up at the waitress when she arrives and hands us our menus.

  “Hi, Gage,” she says, a shy smile on her lips.

  I know her. I know I fucked her, just can’t remember her name. I think Raven’s realized what’s going on because she’s looking down at her menu, trying to hide a smile.

  “Hey,” I glance at her name tag, “Judy.”

  “Been a while,” she replies.