Gage wastes no time when we get inside before pulling me to his room.
He hauls me onto the bed and hovers over my bouncing body, then kisses me deeply.
His large hands squeeze my sides and he begins to pull the dress over my head before tossing it to the side.
I didn't wear a bra with the dress and the air that hits my chest makes me squirm.
His head immediately dips to my neck, trailing kisses down my body, stopping at my breasts.
He quickly swipes his tongue over my nipple and I suck in a breath.
The simple sensation makes my nipples harden and he does the same to the other.
His tongue this time firmly presses against my breast and I squeeze his body between my legs, moaning softly.
I pull him by his collar and his tie is missing. He kisses me again and I quickly unbutton his shirt. He throws it off of him and continues his sweet assault on my body.
One of his hands grip my chest and the other slides my underwear down my legs and I kick them off.
I suck in a breath when he lifts my lower back and pulls me towards the edge of the bed.
He sits on his knees on the ground and props my thighs on his shoulders. He gives me one last look before diving in.
His tongue swirls around and I moan uncontrollably. His hands hold my thighs still as I squirm.
My body trembles when his tongue swipes against my clit and he stops abruptly.
He comes back up to me and kisses my neck intensely. He sucks at the spot under my ear and I unbutton his pants and slide them down his thighs.
He does the rest himself and I let my fingers graze him through his briefs, those being the only barrier taming his erection.
"Gage." I whisper into his soft hair.
The shots wore off and I was now only going off adrenaline.
When he slides the last piece of cloth down his legs I notice his length is long and slim. It waits for me. I wait for Gage to make the next move.
I close my eyes before he thrusts into me.
I clench my eyes shut, not prepared for the feeling I get when he invades my walls.
He starts slow, but his pace increases and I feel the moisture accumulating on his hard back.
My nails scrape against his shoulder blades and I pull him closer to me. Our bodies connect and I hear him breath heavily into my neck.
He mutters curse words into my ear and adds an occasional groan. My body is worked up and is almost at its high.
My moans get louder and I need him more and more every second.
His movements get sloppier and I finally reach my breaking point, screaming his name.
"Fuck." He groans, pulling out of me. His hands slide up and down his throbbing length before it jerks back and releases the white substance.
It splatters on my stomach and I savagely wipe it off with the sheet. He collapses onto my chest and his head rests on my shoulder.
Our breathing is jagged and one of my hands plays with his dark hair while the other explores and swirls around his many tattoos.
I close my heavy eyelids let his slow breaths carry me to sleep.
• • •
When I wake up, I'm alone and my body is covered in the white blanket with Gage's familiar scent.
Little light shines through the blinds and I stay in his bed for at least ten more minutes before getting up.
When I stand, I have to steady myself considering I can barely feel my legs.
I see my clothes from earlier yesterday in a pile on the floor and I gather them, piling them together.
I find one of Gage's black shirts on the floor and slip it over my head before I carefully walk down the stairs and as I get closer, I hear Gage's voice.
When I turn the corner, I see him pacing, talking on the phone.
When he notices me, he mumbles his last words before hanging up.
He walks towards me and he looks pissed. He grabs his keys off the counter and doesn't even look my way before saying, "Get all of your shit you left here. I'll be in my car waiting."
With that, he leaves and puts his hood up before walking out of the door.
I blink a few times, trying to register what just happened.
After a few moments, I go back to his room to put on my clothes.
When I get outside I walk to the door and let the wind assault my hair as I approach Gage's car.
As I get in, we don't say a word to each other and he drives off.
Halfway through the drive, his hand slips over my high, a gentle gesture contrasting from the way he acted not so long ago.
I should push him off me, but I don't.
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GAGE
Novela Juvenil"You're... different." I press. "You don't know me, babygirl." "I don't have to. I'm not scared of you." "You should be." __________________________________
