GAGE

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I close my eyes and moan when our lips finally meet. He grips my butt with both hands and pulls me closer to him.

I rock my hips against his and his chest heaves.

I try to grip him but his hands stop me, "I'm in charge this time."

"Then show me what you've got." I get off of him and wait for him to do something.

He smirks amused and kneels between my legs. His lips leave my skin hot as they travel down my neck to my collar bone.

He violently sucks the spot under my jaw that he knows tickles me.

He chuckles when my neck scrunches up and continues his motions on my chest.

He pushes up my sports bra and I lift it over my head.

I allow his tongue to swirl over my breasts, making me moan his name. His tongue travels down my stomach and he leaves a trail of red marks behind.

He gently pecks my hipbone before tugging down my spandex shorts. I bite my lip in anticipation.

He swipes his tongue over my sensitive spot and I whimper. He waits before doing it again.

He continues his teasing and I buck my hips to reach his mouth. He pushes my hips down and looks up to me, keeping his head between my legs.

He suddenly takes my clit between his teeth and lightly bites down causing me to whimper louder.

A finger slides into me and goes deep inside of me. A burning sensation builds inside of me and I feel a warm liquid trickling down my thighs.

Gage slowly licks it off, "Maybe you should try not getting your fluids in my eyes." I feel him smirk.

"You might wanna duck next time," I joke and he laughs.

His finger starts to pump slowly inside of me again and I find myself trying to catch my breath.

My body trembles when he goes faster and I eventually come undone.

He looks at me with hungry eyes and kisses me while removing his pants. He flips me over and I gasp when his tip enters me.

He runs his length up and down before easing it completely inside. The pressure in my core builds up when he repeats the soft thrusts.

Our bodies glisten and mold together.

He pulls out of me and easily turns me on my back.

He kisses me under my eye before sliding back into my body. I rake my nails on his back and fist his hair. He grunts and curses into my neck.

I finish after Gage does and his breath blows on my neck. I push the hair off his forehead and look at the art covering his body.

He has the typical wing tattoos on the top his back and they appear to flap when he breathes.

"You refer to art as shit, yet have it all over your body." I state obviously.

"It's not art. They're... I don't know, but it's not that." He mumbles into my neck.

His body rests between my legs and his arms are draped over me.

"Yeah, that's art," I giggle. "I've always wanted to be a tattoo artist. Not anymore though... I've wanted these three specific tattoos since I was in like, eighth grade. I've always been scared too though, like what if I hate it? I always drew them on myself with pen on the same place everyday."

"What were they?" He asks probably just to entertain my rambling.

"You'll find out if I get them." I smirk, "I probably won't though."

"Why not? Just do it." He says.

"Maybe." I sigh. "I'm just not as fearless as you."

"If you get at least one of them, I'll get whatever tattoo you want me to get wherever you want it." He looks up and smiles.

"So if I said to get a giant penis on your face, would you do it?" I raise a brow.

"You wouldn't though." He puts his head back on my chest.

"But if I did..."

"Okay, nothing unreasonable or weird." He clarifies.

"Promise?" I hold my pinky in front of his face.

He wraps his pinky around mine and I smile.