Page 57 of Chaos Destiny
GAGE
There wasno way we wouldn’t get caught.
We went two rounds in the storage closet and agreed to meet up again tomorrow. But then Tayler immediately followed me to my new room, which was half the size of the one I’d shared with Ari.
Like it mattered.
It had a bed.
Currently, I was on my back on that bed with Tayler on top of me, riding me like I was a fucking stallion, and she was my tamer. My fingers created indentations in her hips, and my toes curled in all sorts of directions, and she kept up her pace and steady rhythm as if she had bionic thigh muscles.
“You ride me like this,” I said, breathing hard, “and then you expect me not to want to kill anyone who goes near you.”
Bracing her palms on my chest allowed her to isolate her hip movements, and I grabbed her waist, holding her in place to stop myself from coming. The goal was to be inside her all night, many times throughout the night. If she kept this up, I would burst.
“I ride you ‘like this’ because I’m attracted to you.” She leaned down and blessed me with a kiss. “I want you so bad, it’s hard to stay away from you.”
“You’re the one who wants to.”
“I know, and I’m not going back on that.”
“Mmm.”
“Mmm, what?”
“I think you might end up falling for me, Doc.”
“Says the one whose toes are making all sorts of shapes and symbols.”
She rotated her hips.
I gritted my teeth.
More than anything, I wanted to come, and I knew an orgasm right then didn’t mean the end of our night. But she felt incredible, even with a barrier between where the heat of her pussy met my shaft.
The dark moon offered us no light, and we hadn’t lit a candle. Seeing as how I wasn’t camp “royalty,” I didn’t have access to backup batteries and solar, but I enjoyed making love to her in the darkness. There was a raw sensuality about having to seek out her breast with my tongue—and finding it.
I sucked.
She gasped.
Finding my second wind, I thrust up into her.
“Oh my god, Gage Wolfe…”
She leaned back, her breast slipping from my mouth. When I heard her playing with herself, I offered her the services of my fingers, which made me so much harder that it was as if I could feel the veins in my shaft stretching. So, I sent my mind to alternate places—the moths from earlier that day; the Infected I took down outside the rural clinic; a conjured image of a horde of Infected staggering toward our camp from far off.
The last one caught me off guard, the image bringing with it a deep tug in my abdomen that felt similar to apprehension. However, as quickly as it showed up, the apprehension disappeared when Tayler took the reins and did the thing with her hips that drove me into the mattress.
And out of my mind.
I licked my thumb and returned it to her clit, which was a mistake as I shouldn’t have allowed myself another taste of her. But when she repeatedly cried my name before spasming on top of me, I grabbed her hips and drove into her until I was spasming myself.
I couldn’t get enough of this woman.
She collapsed onto my chest. Though we hadn’t discussed how the night would end, I got the sense that she would choose to return to her room—until her breathing slowed.
For a moment, I considered letting her sleep. Allen himself could walk in on us in the morning, and I wouldn’t care.
