Page 129 of Pretty Broken Wings
So I kiss him back, nipping at his lips and chasing him with a desperate energy.
Gage groans. The delicious kind of groan that I love. It’s a plea for more. A needy little sound.
Then, he’s dragging me toward the bedroom. I don’t put up a fight until I remember something that lights a spark of adrenaline.
“What about Axel?”
Gage slows. There’s a weird look on his face before it disappears. “What about him?”
“What if he’s… here?” I look around, but the house seems quiet.
Gage stops fully. “He won’t do anything. If that’s what you’re wondering.”
I’m not sure what I’m wondering. Is he here? Will he hear us? Would he beat his dick like he did while we were on the couch? For some reason, my pussy pulses at the thought. Then, I shake my head. Why do I care?
“Let’s go.” I move toward the bedroom, thinking we’re going to go to Gage’s, but then he pulls me toward the spare room I’ve been staying in.
“You’re the one who took me on the date,” Gage says, a teasing arch to his eyebrows. He looks so different like this. Not the stuffed-up Gage I first met. Actually, he’s a lot more like Axel. I’m not sure how that makes me feel.
“You’re right. Time to give up your holes as payment.” I motion at the doorway with my sword.
I expect a teasing response, but Gage’s pupils grow. He takes a step closer, his voice going low and husky. “Yeah?”
Suddenly, I imagine what Gage would look like tied to the bed, spread out for me to do whatever I wanted to. Or on his knees so I could straddle his face and make him eat me until I came.
I feel myself grow wet, and I shove Gage into the room. “Take your clothes off.”
Gage does, stripping out of his shirt so quickly I would have missed it if I blinked. Then his pants go, and I’m staring at his gloriously naked body. I realize I’ve never seen him fully naked. But he is, in fact, hot as hell, and his dick is already hard.
Then he’s stalking toward me, grasping my arms and lifting me up effortlessly.
I squeak, and then Gage throws me on the bed. I just have a chance to scramble up before he’s there, pulling down my pants. All kinds of thoughts rush through me: lust, anticipation, fear, condoms.
“Just a taste. Please?” There’s a desperate look in Gage’s eyes. The desperation makes me feel hot all over.
“You can ask nicer than that.”
There’s a moment where Gage just watches me, and his gaze softens. “Please. I’ll… I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?”
He swallows, and his Adam’s apple bobs. “I just, I want to… to make you…”
I watch him struggle. It gives me a rush all the way up my body. I grab his hair, pulling his head down to my crotch. “Make me feel good.”
That’s all the permission he needs. Gage pulls my pants the rest of the way down and off before diving back down, spreading my thighs with his massive hands. I brace myself for the aggressive assault, yanking his hair up and away from me. Gage listens, slowing his movements, then his hot tongue meets my pussy in a slow, sensual lick. He lets out a sound that’s a mix between a rush of air and a moan that makes my clit tingle. I loosen my grip, and Gage immediately drops his head, moving his hands up to spread me open. Then, his tongue is there, hot and firm, stroking my clit in small circles.
The sensation that hits me is immediate. I’m already turned on, and this is like a shock to the system. I arch into him, but Gage just lays one heavy arm across my waist and pins me down. In response, I yank his hair again.
He glances up at me once, but he doesn’t stop tonguing my clit or holding me. The eye contact shoots a bolt down my spine. He looks like he’s looking into my soul. The look is passionate and hungry, and… affectionate.
I suck in a breath and look away, the eye contact too intense. This is just a hookup. Just a hookup, Raven.
Then, Gage moves his other hand down, and I feel his fingers against my opening, pressing in slightly.
“Fuck.” I arch my back, waiting for him to push them in. Only he just lets them sit just inside me, not going any further.
“More,” I gasp.
