Page 51 of Adrift

Gage moans. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He lies down on his side again, pulling me into him so I’m pressed up against his whole wall of muscle. “Come here, hottie.”

“So are you,” I murmur, pressing my face into the crook of his neck as he chuckles softly.

I moan and writhe against Gage as I hear the purr of a zipper dragging down. I can’t resist a peek, and then my eyes go wide as I stare between us.

Gage has tugged his jeans open, pulling his underwear down just enough that his cock can finally burst free. And I do meanburst, because it’s big, gorgeous… and rock-hard.

Yes, please! Anywhere, anytime.

I squirm and moan enthusiastically, staring shamelessly as I take in every detail of the thick, straight shaft and the mushroom-shaped head and the gorgeous dark pink colour…

“Mmhmm? Come,” Gage chuckles softly, tugging me against him at just the right angle.

Every time my hard-on brushes against his thigh, sparks shower along every inch of my skin. But when I slide closer, it means our erections are sliding right across each other, bumping and grinding…

It feelsincredible, and I’m totally lost to it.

“Mmmnnh!” I whimper, biting down on his shoulder.

“Mmm,” Gage groans in encouragement. At the same time, he kisses the side of my neck and my ear right where it makes me lose my breath.

I curl my hands into his chest and grip his shirt as tight as I can as Gage retrieves his arm under me. He needs that hand back so he can slide it up my chest and run his fingertips around my nipples in tiny circles.

“Fuuuuu—” I choke off, throwing my head back as sensation after sensation floods my nerves.

This is heaven.

Gage alternates squeezes of my cock—and, occasionally, pumping the tight circle of his fingers up and down my shaft—with explorations of my body, rough and slow and sensual.

He kisses my throat and my jaw, working his way toward my lips until he’s pushing his tongue into my mouth to force me to yield up everything I have.

It’s exactly the right kind of demanding to hopelessly turn me on. I’m plunging inescapably toward the edge, but I don’t want this to be over already.

“Please, please…” I gasp against Gage’s mouth.

Yet I can’t bring myself to beg him to stop. I want it too much. Instead, I try with all I have to hold back so I can squeeze every possible second out of this.

“Don’t hold back,” Gage murmurs against my lips. “Give me everything, Kieran. I want it all.”

I shudder helplessly, my fists curling so tight that I might just rip his shirt right open.

Then Gage’s hand slides from my belly to his own dick to jerk himself off at the same time as me, and I can’t stop myself from staring.

His touch on me is firm, but just a little bit delicate—exactly the way I want it.

Gage jerks his wrist down his own shaft harder and faster. With every tug, the head of his hard cock pops into view through the tight ring of his fingers.

And all I can think of is how it’ll feel to have him inside me, greedily plunging deeper and deeper as I scream and writhe across the bed…

“Gage!” I cry out against his lips, and he kisses the very breath from my lungs.

“That’s it, Kieran,” he pants against my mouth, jerking himself off even faster now. “That’s right. Cum for me. I want it all, baby.”

It’s—I’m—fuck…!

I cry out and throw my head back. I twist a little bit onto my back as heat spills from me, my hips helplessly pumping forward into his hand as I shudder and twitch and groan his name.

Gage goes rigid against me and then grunts, propping himself up on his elbow, one leg flung over both of mine as he roughly pants into my ear…

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