Page 50 of Adrift

Fuck.

My stomach lurches like I’m falling in slow motion over a cliff edge I’ve never even let myself approach. Yet I can feel my wings spreading, too, to meet the breeze.

I lick my lips and clear my throat. “Y-You do?” I murmur back to him. “And you want the sunshine, too?” God, I hope it doesn’t annoy him.

Gage’s earnest gaze is fixed on me like I’m the only thing in the world. “Give me all of it, Kieran. I like your sunshine and rainbows.” he tells me. “But I also want your rain.”

He breathes out that last sentence like the filthiest thing I’ve heard in my whole bloody life. And, at the same time, he runs one fingertip down the outline of my hard dick.

Sparks explode under my skin. My belly is suddenly full of fire, and my hips arch forward eagerly into his touch, and I’m trembling again.

“Holy fuck…!” I choke back my cry as I squeeze my trembling thighs around his hips.

He repeats the touch, running his knuckles firmly along the shaft, and then rubs the heel of his hand back up to the tip and around the head, through my jeans.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

I’m pretty sure I’m already leaking precum. My head is spinning dizzily. I let go of the blankets with one hand and try to reach for myself, but Gage just gently guides my hand right back where it was.

“I’ve got you,” Gage whispers. And, for the first time in my life, I believe it. I sag with relief—and that knot in my chest is about the only part of me that’s getting softer rather than harder.

He’s in charge. I can let go now.

If only he could fix everything this easily.

No. I’m not going to let myself ruin this moment. I’m going to be here with him right now. I’m going to give him what I can, for as long as I can.

And right now, I want to give him everything.

Chapter

Eighteen

KIERAN

Gage slidesan arm around me and rolls us gently onto our sides. We’re facing each other, and I’m still tucked into the curve of his arm, firmly against his chest.

Then, his other hand gets to work tugging my tight shorts open—and down.

“Mm…!” I grunt. He chuckles gently as I struggle to kick the shorts down to my ankles, and then he runs his hand gently along my bare thigh and back up to my bulge, barely restrained by my underwear.

God, that feels a thousand times better already.

His thumb finds the head of my cock and traces gently around it, back and forth across the straining underwear, and then down the middle of my shaft right to my balls.

“Fuuuuck…”

I quiver and catch my breath as he does it again. Goosebumps of breathless pleasure run down my spine and along my arms, raising the very hairs on my thighs.

“I love how sensitive you are,” Gage breathes out in awe, like he isn’t tormenting the living daylights out of me with one fingertip.

And I love it, too.

“More,” I beg him softly, my toes curling into my shoes.

Gage chuckles again. He gently hooks his thumb in the waistband of my underwear, pushing himself upright on an elbow so he can pull it slowly down to my ankles. Then he tugs my shoes off one at a time so he can strip everything off.

My cock is exposed to the open air, and not just that. I’m naked in his arms for the first time, and he can already play me like a finely-tuned instrument.

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