His large hands frame my hips, squeezing as he helps me fuck myself against his mouth.
My back lands against the desk with a thud. I’m thankful the loud bar and two doorways separate us right now because there’s no hope of containing the moans that escape me. I gasp as myhand reaches down to thread through Gage’s soft, wavy hair. He whimpers in response, and it turns me on even more, hearing how much he’s enjoying this.
His mouth closes over my clit and sucks. Tentative fingers rub up and down my pussy, without breaching my entrance.
“Please.” I whimper, trying to chase his fingers, but he just continues to flick his tongue over my clit, while the flat of his fingers now rub harder, faster. I can feel how easily they glide against my arousal.
“Gage, please,” I beg, and he stops.He stops!
With fury, I lift my head, looking down at him. From between my legs, I see a smirk and then two fingers thrust inside me.
I throw my head back and cry out. His fingers thrust into me fast and shallow, his tongue flicks against my entrance, and his other hand moves over to my clit, his thumb making firm circles, and I’m done for.
“Fuuuuuccckk.” Tears gather in my eyes from the intensity of it all. I hold my breath as my orgasm takes over, my stomach quivering, fists clenching as I ride it out. My body crumbles when it finally subsides, and all I can do is breathe, casting the dizziness away.
Hands rub with affection over my thighs as soft kisses are placed on my hip, below my belly button, on my ribs, on top of my heart. With heavy hands, I cross them behind Gage’s back, holding him to me as he continues to kiss along my neck.
“You’re incredible,” he whispers.
I hold on to the back of his head and run my fingers through the short hair at his nape. His bare chest, pressed against mine, offers warm comfort. The feel of his skin against mine is intoxicating.
I thread my legs around his, locking him against me. His lips move over my throat, to the corner of my lip, the tip of my nose, over my eyelids.
My hand moves to tug at the waistband of his jeans. He kisses me deeply before he pulls away, then comes back for one more. And another, before he reaches over to his desk drawers.
“I hope there’s something still left in here,” Gage mutters, as he rummages for a few minutes, then holds out a small box of condoms. “Mason feels the need to keep a box in here, so he’s never caught out, the damn idiot. Looks like I owe him a thanks, though.”
With the hint of a smile I’m starting to earn with more frequency from Gage, he pulls out a foil packet, tosses the box back inside the drawer, then unbuttons his jeans.
His hard cock springs free once his pants and boxer briefs are pushed down his legs, and I’m greeted with the sight of the five barbells that line the underside of his dick.
“Did they hurt?” I ask as Gage tears the packet open with his teeth and starts rolling the latex down his length.
“Yeah. And I could’ve fit more, but I wanted them to have more of a gap in between each rung. I’m a grower, not a shower.”
I blink up at him, then burst out laughing. “You’re a what?”
He bites his lip, then yanks on my wrist, hauling my chest against his. Our faces are almost touching as he looks at me, or more accurately, admires. His moss-green eyes dart over my features, and his hand tucks my hair behind one ear.
“Are you laughing at me?” he asks, tickling my sides. “Huh?”
I don’t take for granted the playfulness of his words. Remembering back to the first time I met him in person at the airport and thinking how this big, gruff bear just needed a hug. Maybe he just needed a safe space, a place to let his guard down. My laughter fades, and sparks pop in my stomach as I consider the ways it feels like he lets me be that for him.
I rest a hand against his cheek. “Only because you surprise me when you’re funny. I know how special those moments are.” I place a quick kiss against his lips. “Just like the times you’resweet.” Another kiss. “Thoughtful.” And one more. “You’re so kind and protective. I love when you share those moments with me.”
Things have been different since he opened up about August. It’s not just hooking up; there’s a connection building, a dance of two souls, each moving around the other and figuring out how they fit together. With each day, I feel like Gage is the person I’ve been waiting for. The one who can give me that love that settles my heart as much as it sets it on fire.
I stare up at him, marvelling at the man he is, and hoping for more moments with him. All those moments in between that I’ve longed for in my romantic life.
Isn’t that the point of finding a partner? It’s not just the big moments. The milestones or the setbacks. It’s all the moments in between, where you could fall victim to loneliness, but instead, you find someone to be lonely with. They hold your hand through the nothing moments and turn them into little pieces of something. Hard becomes easy, boring becomes peaceful, days become memories.
I think Gage Heart is all my little reasons in between that turn the nothings into something.
I wrap a hand behind his head and pull his mouth back to mine with a manic urgency. He gives me exactly what I need. We fight for dominance with our tongues and hands. His fingers thread through my hair, while mine run up and down his back.
He takes one of my legs, hoisting it higher on his hip as he leans into me, guiding me back down to rest against his desk. He kisses down my neck as he moves back to stand upright, towering over me with nothing but raw possession in his eyes. I could pass out from the way he sets my skin on fire with his attention, and I’m downright delirious when he looks down at my pussy then back at my eyes before he spits on my clit.
With the head of his cock, he rubs the wetness all around me, up and down. He pushes firmer against my pussy, and I shiver. When the tip just nudges inside my entrance, I gasp.
