“I got Zane because I could see how much it was tearing her up inside,” he continues, ignoring my comment. “I don’t care what any of you think about it, either. If that’s what she wants, that’s what she fucking gets. The rest of you can fuck off for all I care.” He turns around, placing his hand on the door handle, ready to leave. Not this time.
I grab his arm and spin him around, backing him into the door like he did me downstairs. “You don’t get to walk away this time,” I say between clenched teeth. Every time we’ve ever started making headway with what’s going on, he walks away.
“What’re you going to do about it, Pretty boy?” he grits out, just as pissed as me.
I throw caution to the wind at the risk of getting punched and slant my mouth over his. He resists at first, then kisses me back. Hard. Crushing his lips against mine in such a brutal way they might bruise, I don’t give a fuck. He shoves his tongue into my mouth, and I open it for him immediately. When I think he’s softening, he pushes me back away from him. He keeps pushing me until I fall backward onto my bed, him following me down. Stretching his body over mine, he grinds his hard cock against mine. “You want my cock? Is that what has you so fucked up?” he asks.
White hot anger courses through me. Does he really think that’s all I’m pissed about? I buck and roll, so I’m on top of him. “No. What has me so fucked up is you have no concern for yourself.”
We stare at each other, both our chests heaving from anger. When I think he’s going to push me off again, he pulls me back down by my neck, crushing his lips against mine. The kiss morphs from its brutal intensity to kissing each other desperately. I don’t know who’s clinging to each other the most.
I grind my hips down before I can stop myself, causing Gage to jerk his mouth away. “Fuck,” he groans, pressing his hips up. I feel his hard dick press against mine.
“Tell me what to do to make this better,” I beg, and I don’t care. I want to fix things with us.
He groans again when I swivel my hips. “Fuck me.”
I freeze. “What?” That isn’t going to fix anything.
“I want,” he pants out. “I need…fuck.”
“What is it?” I ask, trying to figure out what he needs. I would give him anything.
“I need to feel you inside me.”
“Fuck,” I breathe out, laying my forehead against his. “That’s not going to fix us.”
He grabs my hips to grind down on him. “Please, Baby. I need it.” I’ve never heard Gage beg before.
I pull back and look into his ice-blue eyes. I’ve never topped Gage; we’ve never got the chance. I continue searching his eyes, and something inside me feels thiscouldbe the right thing. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Fuck. Please.”
I slide off the end of the bed to my feet, my fingers going to the buttons on my shirt. Sitting up on his elbows, he watches every move I make; his eyes flair with heat when I part the shirt and slip it off my shoulders. When my hand goes to the button on my jeans, he hops to his feet, jerking my mouth back to his. Slowly, we undress each other, stealing kisses in between. It’s like we’re getting to know each other again, body and mind. Gage and I have had a deep connection from the beginning; this time, without him, is hurting both of us.
Gage kisses me one last time before sitting on the bed and sliding up until he’s at the top. Laying on his back against the pillows, he looks more vulnerable than I’ve ever seen him. I know this moment is huge, remembering what he told me at The Games that night. Only one other person did this to him because he only let people he cares about do it; now, I’m among those he’s given up control to.
I climb up on the bed on my knees until my thighs are settled between his. I reach over to my bedside table, pull out a bottle of lube, and sit it beside us.
“I forgot how big your cock is,” he chuckles breathlessly.
“Second thoughts?” I ask, sliding my dick against his.
“No,” he says, pulling my lips against his. “Do it,” he whispers against my lips before crushing his mouth against mine.
I kiss him while moving my hips back and forth, rubbing our cocks together, both of us leaking from the slits. We’re both breathing hard when I finally pull my lips away from his. Kissing down his neck, I relish the shudder that rolls through him. Continuing down, I kiss each of his pecs and run my tongue across his flat nipples, listening to him gasp. I pause at the scar on his chest, taking a moment to appreciate the fact that this scar is what saved his life. I flatten my tongue and let it slide the length of it.
“Oh. Fuck,” Gage groans. I let my eyes flash up, and he’s staring at my face. With my eyes still locked on his, I kiss his hip before sucking his cock into my mouth. The flavor of him bursts over my tongue. “Shit,” he grunts. One hand fists the sheets, and the other flies to my head.
Grabbing the base with my hand, I swirl my tongue around the head before taking him all in my mouth. Relaxing my throat when he pushes his hips up, he slides in further. I swallow around the head of his dick, savoring his flavor, before sliding my mouth off with a pop. I reach for the bottle of lube and squirt a generous amount on my fingers. I know I need to get him ready, just like he did me. His eyes are latched onto every movement, his pupils dilated, darkening his eyes.
I kiss down his chest again until I’m back at his cock. When I slide his cock into my mouth this time, I slide my hand between his ass cheeks. His breathing speeds up, and his cock jerks in my mouth. I rub his back hole until his body relaxes against the bed. Sucking his cock into my throat, I slide my middle finger past the barrier. I groan against the head when I feel how tight he is. “Goddamn,” Gage grunts, pressing his hips down on my finger.
He’s so tight I don’t know how long I’ll last inside him. Working my finger back and forth a few times to make sure he’s ready, I then work a second finger in. His whole back bows, shoving his cock further into my mouth, fisting his hand in my hair. I let him fuck my mouth while I work my fingers in and out, scissoring them apart.
“Now. I need it now,” Gage begs, pulling my mouth from his cock.
I give his dick one last lick before sitting back on my heels. “How do you want it?”
