GAGE

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A/N: There is minor sexy time in here so if you're not prepared, brace yourself.
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I kick at the stones on the sidewalk, "Can you take me home?"

We walk in the alley that we came from and Gage turns toward a building of bricked apartments.

"Sure," his broad shoulders flexed as he walked, "In the morning."

I internally groan and follow him up the steps leading to his complex.

The plain black door before us reads '283'.

He turns a key from his pocket in the door and it swings open.

Gage glides in and I take slow steps after him. A light flickers on, revealing that the walls are made of black bricks and there a few pieces of dark furniture.

I stand still as I look around. Gage pulls off his shirt and runs his fingers through his dark tousled hair.

"Josie," he calls out as he stalks up the stairs and into a room with dark grey walls. Dark wood lies beneath the white bed.

"How do you know my name?" I breathlessly ask.

He licks his bleeding lip, trudging towards me. His large hand glides up my cheek and into my hair while the other slithers around my waist.

I grab his hand on my face and abruptly pull it off, squinting at his bruised cheek.

His black tight jeans hang low on his waist and the waistband of his underwear is visible.

I try to step out of his hold, but he just squeezes me tighter, "You're one of those good girls aren't you?"

First I'm a prostitute, now I'm a good girl?

"I'm far from good,"  I say lowly.

His tongue hangs at the side of his mouth, "Then show me," He replies even lower.

His smirk grows wider as I step towards him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He waits no time before slamming me into his chest and viciously attacking my lips with his.

A slight taste of copper mixed with smoke is evident on his tongue.

His hands part my legs and he picks one of them up and wraps the other around his torso.

He hauls me onto his bed and inches closer to me, hovering over my body.

His hands caress up my leg and lifts the sweatshirt over my head, throwing it somewhere on the floor.

I watch his chest slowly heave as he lowers his head to mine and swipes his tongue across my bottom lip.

His hands slide down my tights and his hair tickles my stomach as he leaves unorthodox kisses all over it.

I run my hand through his messy hair and the other one claws at his shoulder blade.

I wrap my legs around his lower back so I could get my shoes off.

I push my shoes off while Gage continues to kiss down my stomach. The tension causes me to spread my legs and Gage kisses me harder than before.

He reaches up my skirt for the waistband of my tights and moves them down my legs.

I bite his lip and he grunts into my mouth while I tug at his hair.

His warm fingers push my underwear to the side before rubbing them over my aching slit.

I moan as his large finger slowly draws circles on my clit and his thumb teases my opening.

I squirm under his touch and moan even louder and bite my lip.

He suddenly stops and gets up.

"I better stop before I finish you and you can't walk anymore," he says before licking his fingers that worked me up.

I gape at him walking away, leaving me on his bed alone. I feel embarrassed, but I know he's not taking me home tonight and I don't have phone currently.

God knows that the people that I came with are too drunk to function and probably hooking up with random guys right now. But I partially am too.

I huff like a child and lay back down, pouting.

Wiggling under the sheets, I stare at the ceiling, waiting for something to happen, anything; sleep to take over me, Gage to come back, someone to save me.

The old looking clock on his wall says something like three o'clock, but I'm too tired to know for sure.

I clutch the blanket closer to my body an curl myself into a ball, closing my eyes, wishing I would fall asleep.