by Jenika Snow
She smiled to herself, Gage’s deep voice vibrating from her ear all the way down to her clit. Her nipples beaded up, and she straightened, her arousal instant. She turned around and was immediately embraced by him. He smelled of fresh soap and wilderness, and the aroma of him washed through her. His hair was wet from his recent shower, and he wore only a pair of loose jeans. A gush of wetness slid out of her and coated her panties, her pussy lips tingling with arousal.
Before they’d gotten to this point in their lives where they were together, she knew Gage had struggled with being with her because he felt like he was crossing lines and going against his code. He’d insisted she was better off without him, and that he wasn’t a good man, but she’d laid it bare for him, and explained that life was too precious to worry about anything else. Because of the fact they hadn’t caught Rye, and he was still out there, she knew there was a possibility he’d come back for her, that she wouldn’t be safe. That wasn’t why she wanted Gage in her life, though. It wasn’t some selfish reasoning that he’d protect her.
She loved him more than she could ever fully explain.
The security around the house was doubled, and whenever she was out alone someone was with her. Neeka hated that her life was like this, but she wanted to be safe and cautious, not dead.
Gage moved her forward, and the fridge closed as her ass bumped into it. His erection pressed against her belly and sent heat through her.
“I missed you, too, baby.” He’d been gone for a few days while he got things sorted out with his organization, one she still didn’t know much about because when it came to Gage giving her information regarding the details about his profession he kept a wall up. She was okay with that though, because even if she had an inkling of the illegal activities that went down concerning him, if he hadn’t done what he’d done, and been who he was, she’d still be locked away in Rye’s prison.
He slanted his mouth on hers, and she pushed out of her head all thoughts that didn’t have to do with this moment. Gage moved his tongue along the seam of her lips until she opened on a moan. Their tongues pressed against each other, dueling for supremacy until she finally submitted to him. He walked her backward, her bottom bumping into the counter, her legs spreading of their own accord.
“This is what I’ve been thinking about when I’m not with you. When I close my eyes, I swear I can smell you, that sweet honeysuckle and vanilla scent that lingers on your skin,” he murmured against her neck, his tongue and lips teasing and tantalizing her flesh. “My cock was so hard for you when I was gone, baby.” He emphasized his point by grinding his shaft into her stomach, his low groan sending her desire higher. His hand slipped between their bodies, his mouth still on her neck, licking and sucking at her throat as he started to unbutton and unzip her shorts.
He speared his hand beneath her panties, his fingers sliding down her slit, spreading her lips wide so that she was forced to spread her thighs and go onto her toes. She let her head fall back as his other hand snaked behind her and gripped her ass cheek, clenching and unclenching on the globe until she was wantonly thrusting her hips at him. Gage used his finger to tease the opening of her pussy, dipping in partly before pulling the digit out and running small circles around her clit.
She closed her eyes, the pleasure so intense it left her breathless. His mouth moved to her breasts, the cotton white t-shirt and thin bra she wore hardly a barrier as his mouth went to work on her nipple. He didn’t bother removing her shirt, just bit and licked, sucked and massaged the mound until she was panting and dizzy.
“Take off the shorts, Neeka. Let me see that pretty pussy that’s all mine.”
With shaky fingers she did just that, letting the material slide down her hips and pool around her feet. The underwear had gone with them, and the chill from the air brushed along her pussy lips. He went back to work on her cleft, spreading her moisture around until she was so slick her juices were dripping down her thighs.
He dropped to his knees, looking up at her as he took his thumb and forefinger and spread the skin away from her clit. She watched him, the small bud red and swollen from his ministrations. While still watching her, he ran his tongue along it, sucking the engorged pearl in his mouth until she was shaking. He slowly moved his head back, his tongue still touching her clit as he stared up at her. That was all she needed, that visual stimulus, to let her orgasm explode out of her. She thrust her breasts out, her ass digging into the counter as pleasure after agonizing pleasure coursed through her.
“Watch me, Neeka.”
She looked down. Neeka knew her eyes were wide from the intense arousal he was causing inside her. He spread her pussy lips wide, her clit still tingling as he ran his tongue up and down her cleft, dipping it into her clenching vagina and then sucking the hard little bud in his mouth. The warmth and wetness, the friction and motions set off another orgasm within her so that she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from crying out. He lapped up her juices that were slipping out of her, humming his approval as his eyes glinted with dark desires.
Before her climax had even waned, Gage had her turned around, her chest flat against the counter, her shirt hiked over her breasts. He pulled at her bra until it finally came undone, her breasts spilling out of the thin material to lie against the chilled tile. Her nipples beaded up more as he massaged the mounds, his fingers tweaking the tips. His hips pumped into her ass as one of his hands moved between their bodies and undid his pants. She heard the sound of his zipper sliding down, and a chill of anticipation spiked through her.
She lifted her ass, hoping he wouldn’t keep her waiting, and then moaned at the feel of his huge, hot cock pressing against her ass cheeks, the skin scorching her and drawing out more moisture from her body.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby. I’m going to fill you up until you can’t stretch anymore.”
His mouth was right by her ear, his words erotic and sending lust to every cell in her. His hand went between her thighs and pressed them more open, his big body sliding between them. She looked over her shoulder to see him lean slightly back so he could gaze at her cunt, his eyes glazed over with lust, his breathing fast. Gage used his fingers to spread her moisture around, sliding them up until he was pressing those wet digits against her asshole. She gasped, never before having had a man touch her back there.
“One of these days, I’m going to fuck this sweet ass of yours, baby.” She felt the tip of his cock nudge at the entrance of her pussy as he spoke the low, deep words.
She swallowed roughly, her throat so dry it felt like she had been eating cotton. Gage kept his fingers on her anus as he pushed more of his erection into her, his girth and length stretching her to the point where pleasure mixed with pain. It felt so good. More and more he pushed into her, his fingers teasing her asshole and driving her higher and higher. There was one hand on her waist, holding her tightly, his blunt nails digging into her flesh. Sweat started to trickle between her breasts.
When he was seated to the hilt within her, they both groaned in unison, his fingers on her asshole pressing slightly in before withdrawing almost all the way out. He did this over and over again, her pussy walls contracting along his shaft, his cock head pressing against her cervix. He started to move in and out of her, her juices making his way slick so that the sound of wet skin slapping together was loud in the room.
His rhythm increased, his balls slapping against her clit and sending shocks of pleasure through her. She rested her forehead on the counter, fog coating the tile from her exhalations. Every time he slammed his hips into her, he would slip his finger into her ass a little more. It was erotic and torturous at the same time. The dual pleasure was almost too much to handle.
She needed him to touch her even more, to consume every part of her body, and it seemed he’d read her mind. Gage moved his hand back to her breast, cupping it in his palm as he pulled her slightly toward him. Her back was arched, her breasts bouncing from his pumping hips.
“I’m so close, N
eeka. Oh fuck, I’m so close.” His fingers weren’t at her ass any longer, and she felt slightly empty.
His guttural words were all it took to send her over the edge.
“Oh, God,” she whispered. “I’m coming, Gage.” Her pussy contracted around his shaft and drew deep groans from him. She gasped and cried out as she rode out the pleasure, pumping her hips up and down and trying to get as much of his cock into her as possible.
He turned her around, his hands on her ass as he lifted her onto the counter at the same time. Her legs were spread wide, his palms holding them open as he thrust into her still clenching cunt. He pulled out of her quickly, grabbed his glistening cock in his fist, and started pumping it as his other hand played with her clit. The pleasure started to build inside of her again as she watched him masturbate. His body was tense, the muscle and sinew that lay just beneath the skin standing out fiercely. And then he groaned loudly, never taking his eyes from her as he started to ejaculate. The sight of his cum erupting from him had her body shaking, her climax small but substantial.
Jet after jet of milky white jizz shot out of him, landing on her exposed pussy. It was hot and slick, an aphrodisiac all its own. When he was done, he let his softening cock go, leaned in, and kissed her deeply. Their sweat-slicked chests rubbed erotically together, her nipples beading up more from the friction.
As they were cleaning up, the doorbell chimed. Everything stilled inside of her at the sound, at the thought of who was outside. No one should be at the door without security calling her first, alerting her to only approved people being allowed entry past the gates.
She looked at Gage, saw him tense, at the ready. After righting her clothing, she and Gage both walked toward the front doors. Gage was beside her, his hand on the doorknob, his entire body tight. He was so protective of her, but she was thankful because she needed that kind of security in her life.
She could see a large shape on the other side of the frosted, etched glass of the door. It had been almost two months since her father had passed, and although people still came to pay their respects, the guards at the gate should have notified her before letting them enter. She hadn’t heard anything from them, and although she worried maybe it was Rye or one of his men coming to get her again, common sense told her they probably wouldn’t have come to the front door.
But when she opened the door she felt her entire body freeze, her muscles tighten, and her heart stop at who stood on the other side. Dressed in ratty clothes, his hair unkempt, dirt covering his body, and what looked like blood on his clothing, was someone she never thought she’d see again.
“Oh my God, Adaym?”
How did he get through security? Did she even want to know? He looked feral, like he’d been on the streets, or maybe running wild through the woods like some kind of beast. But for some reason she didn’t feel any fear when she was in front of him. In fact she almost felt like he wanted to protect her, make sure she was safe. It wasn’t a sexual feeling, but someone that was more akin to family wanting to protect a loved one.
This was either very good, or very bad. She sensed Gage move up even closer behind her, and felt him wrap his hand around her waist and pull her to him. Neeka sensed he was on alert, protective of her.
“This is Adaym?” Gage asked.
She could only nod.
“Don’t know how in the fuck you got through the security around this place, but I’ll take it you aren’t here to fuck with us.”
Adaym didn’t verbally answer, just shook his head.
Yeah, Adaym could have come through the house without knocking, so maybe that was also why Gage wasn’t pulling out his gun and putting a bullet through Adaym’s head without asking questions.
“Well, looks like we have a lot to go over,” Gage said and moved her to the side. “Come in.”
Her life had seemed to be settling down after the drama, but it was clear this was just the beginning of her falling down the rabbit hole.
The End
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