Chapter 41
Gage
I leaned down, my elbows digging into the blanket underneath me, tracing kisses along the inside of her thighs with agonizing slowness. Every brush of my lips made her sigh, soft and unguarded, the sound spilling out of her like it was meant only for me. It wasn’t just noise; it was pure pleasure, pure contentment, and it shot straight through me, unraveling every last shred of control I thought I
had.
Her skin was warm beneath my mouth, and I lingered there, tasting the faint salt of the lake still clinging to her, feeling the way her body quivered each time I moved a fraction closer to where she needed me most. The scent of her filled my lungs, a sweetness that curled into my brain until I was drunk on her. I almost couldn’t stop myself-f**k, I didn’t want to stop myself. I needed it more than I needed to breathe, more than I needed my own heart to keep beating. I needed the taste of her on my tongue, the slick heat of her coating my lips. I needed to know what she looked like when she shattered completely, needed to hear her moan my name like it was the only word she’d ever known, needed to feel her gush against my mouth like she’d been made to drown me in her.
My hands tightened around her thighs, spreading her wide, holding her open just for me. She was mine to worship, mine to devour, mine to coax apart until she couldn’t think straight. When I finally lowered myself to her, it was like descending into heaven on earth.
Christ, she was already glistening, her wetness painting every perfect curve of her p***y. Her lips were flushed, swollen from arousal, her clit pulsing with need-a desperate little plea for me to take her over the edge. Just looking at her like that, undone and waiting, had my c**k straining painfully against my boxers, my entire body screaming for release.
I drew in a long breath, inhaling that sweet, addictive scent, before I finally gave in and pressed my tongue to her. Her sharp gasp tore through the night, and it nearly made me lose it right there. Slowly, I dragged my tongue up through her slick folds, savoring her taste-sweet, soft, laced with something sharp and salty, like the exact flavor of sin and salvation combined.
I circled her clit with painstaking precision, letting my tongue tease, coax, caress. The second I did, her hands flew to my hair, fingers tangling and tightening. She was so responsive, so goddamn honest with every twitch and moan, that I didn’t have to guess at what she liked. She told me in the arch of her back, the whimper in her throat, the way her thighs trembled around me.
And I learned her fast. She liked it slow, steady, deliberate. She loved when I flattened my tongue against her clit, sliding across it in broad, unhurried strokes, only to circle it lazily after. She loved the tease, the anticipation, the deliberate torture of not getting it all at once. And f**k, I didn’t mind drawing it out either. I could stay right here for the rest of my goddamn life, between Bree’s thighs, her soft little sounds filling my ears while her nails raked my scalp. That alone would’ve been
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“Gage,” she whimpered, my c**k jerking at the raw desperation in her voice. “God, yes,” she moaned, hips lifting toward me, arching into every stroke of my tongue.
She was a masterpiece spread out beneath me, her back bowed, her breasts straining toward the sky, her head thrown back against the blanket. Her glasses had slipped just slightly, catching the faint glow of the candles, and she looked like every fantasy I’d never dared to dream made flesh. Gorgeous. Untouchable. Mine.
Her body tightened beneath me, every muscle winding tighter and tighter, her orgasm hovering just out of reach. I wanted to see it, wanted to push her over the edge so hard she forgot her own name, forgot her past, forgot everything except me. So I flattened my tongue again, dragging it
slow and steady across her clit, over and over, building her higher.
She went feral. “Just like that! Don’t stop! Gage, f**k, don’t stop!” Her voice cracked on my name, and the sound went straight through me, a branding iron scorching my soul. She rode my face with desperate little rolls of her hips, grinding herself into me like she couldn’t get enough, like she
needed more, more, more.
I groaned against her, the vibrations making her shudder. This side of her-needy, wild, undone- was the hottest thing I had ever seen. I wanted to unleash it again and again, to make her crave me
until I was burned into her bones.
“I’m gonna-I’m gonna c*m, Gage! God!” she cried, every word ripped raw from her chest. And then her body locked up tight, trembling as her orgasm tore through her. Her clit pulsed frantically
under my tongue, her thighs clamping around my head as her release gushed out, flooding my
mouth with her sweetness.
She shattered for me, and I held her there, lapping at her gently, drawing out every last tremor,
every last whimper. I didn’t stop until she begged me to, until her hands pressed weakly at my head, pushing me away even as her hips still twitched for more.
Only then did I relent, trailing kisses along her thighs, letting her slick coat my lips and chin. I didn’t
care if I was a mess-I’d wear her like a brand. Still, I softened it, kissing tenderly over her skin so
she’d know it wasn’t just hunger, it was worship.
She collapsed back against the blanket, arms falling away from my hair to cover her flushed face.
Her glasses tilted higher on her forehead as she tried to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling in erratic, uneven bursts. Her p***y was still twitching for me, clenching around nothing,
begging to be filled, and every second I didn’t was torture.
And then reality hit me like ice water.
“f**k,” I hissed, frustration slicing through the haze of lust, burning sharp in my chest.
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Her arms peeled away from her face, blue eyes dazed but instantly worried. “Huh?” she whispered,
still breathless. “What’s wrong?”
I saw the nerves start creeping back in, replacing that blissful glow with doubt. The furrow of her brows tightened, and she tried to close her thighs, to curl in on herself.
No. Not a chance. I surged up her body, sliding between her legs, caging her in with my hips. I
wasn’t letting her retreat, not now, not ever. I grabbed her chin, forcing her eyes to stay locked on mine, growling low and rough.
“Don’t you f*****g dare close your legs, gorgeous. Don’t you dare think something’s wrong with you.
Everything about you is perfect. Perfect. You hear me?”
Her eyes searched mine, wide and desperate, trying to read the truth in me. Her lips parted, her
voice small. “But-”
“I forgot to bring a condom,” I cut in, spitting the words out like they were poison. And the second I said it, I saw the understanding click, saw the realization wash over her. “I didn’t think we would
actually… that you’d want to… that we…”
Her hands came up, cupping my face with the gentlest touch, her thumb stroking over my cheek. A soft smile curved her lips, soothing, forgiving, grounding me in the middle of the chaos. I watched
the doubt melt away from her eyes, replaced by that warmth, that trust I’d kill to protect.
“It’s okay, Gage,” she whispered, her voice as soft as the night air curling around us. Then her lips
brushed mine, a tender kiss that felt like absolution. “I’m on the pill,” she added, low and deliberate,
like she knew exactly what she was doing to me. “And I know I’m clean.”
For a second, my world stilled. My eyes widened, locking onto hers, barely processing the words
tumbling out of her mouth. She wanted me bare. She wanted all of me, skin to skin, no barriers, no
distance. She wanted me raw, unfiltered, buried so deep inside her that nothing in this world could
come between us. My c**k twitched violently at the thought, pressing hard against her, begging for
that kind of freedom, that kind of intimacy.
“Are you-” I started, but cut myself off. The words tasted wrong, like I’d choke if I tried to finish
them. I needed to be sure.
“I’ve never had s*x without a condom before,” I admitted instead, my voice rough with truth. It was
almost embarrassing to confess, but it was the reality. So help me God, I’ve never tried that before.
And now it was all I wanted. “Are you sure about this, Bree?”
Because if she wasn’t, I’d stop. I’d wrap her in my arms and just hold her under the stars until the
sun came up. I’d hate myself for not bringing condoms, for not planning ahead, for being so reckless with the one girl who deserved every ounce of care in the world-but I’d take that
punishment if it meant she felt safe.
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And f**k, I could’ve brought them. They weren’t out of reach. I had a stash back in the hut, tucked
in one of my bags-always prepared, just in case. But I hadn’t thought this through tonight. I hadn’t thought this far, because with Bree I never wanted to pressure, never wanted her to feel like s*x was the end goal. I wanted her first and last thought to be that she was loved, wanted, treasured.
But then she looked at me.
“I need you, Gage,” she whispered, her eyes shimmering with raw honesty. It cut me wide open,
leveled me where I knelt above her. “And I’m okay with it. I trust you. Do you trust me?”
Her words wrecked me. “With all my heart,” I answered instantly, no hesitation, no second thought.
Every syllable vibrated with conviction, because that was the one thing I had never doubted-my
trust in Bree.
She lit up, beaming, and that smile alone nearly undid me. Then she wrapped her arms around my
neck and pulled me down, her lips crushing into mine, kissing me like she was ready to give me
every part of herself. I drowned in her. I let the kiss devour me, let the sweetness of her mouth and
the desperation of her tongue strip me of any lingering restraint.
The second her legs tightened around my hips, her core grinding against the front of my boxers, I
lost it. I wasn’t capable of control anymore, not when she was rubbing against me like that, not
when every nerve in my body screamed for release. One hand shot down, shoving my boxers off
with a desperation that bordered on feral. I needed to be inside her-now.
Our mouths fused, tongues tangling as I reached down, grabbed my c**k, and guided it to her
entrance. Her heat radiated against the tip, slick and so goddamn inviting. Then I pressed forward
with my hips, sinking into her inch by inch.
The world narrowed to this moment.
We froze. Our eyes flew open, locking together, breath colliding in frantic bursts.
f**k. She was so tight. So hot. So impossibly wet and warm that it felt like my c**k was being
swallowed whole. I wasn’t even halfway in, and already my balls were screaming, threatening to
blow the second I moved again. I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to hold on, to not humiliate
myself right then and there.
”
“f**k, gorgeous,” I groaned, pressing my forehead against hers. My breath came ragged, broken. Wait, just “I sucked in air, trying to regain control, but then she clenched around me, a soft moan spilling from her lips. “f**k, don’t move,” I growled, my voice cracking with strain. “Don’t do
anything.”
Her laugh was soft, breathless-and it destroyed me. Because when she laughed, her p***y
clenched tighter around me, making me see stars.
“We have all night, Gage,” she whispered, stroking her fingers through my hair. The intimacy of that
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touch made me want to break. “I’d only take it as a compliment.”
Her eyes shone with mischief, not mockery. She wasn’t laughing at me-she was high on us, drunk on the connection between us. And Christ, that made me smile back at her, relief flooding through me. I pressed my lips to hers, claiming her mouth in a kiss that promised I’d worship her until the
sun came up.
“So you’re saying-“I murmured against her.
“That I don’t think you’ll be getting much sleep tonight,” she teased, grinning wide.
way her
“f*****g hell, gorgeous,” I groaned, pushing deeper into her, slowly, carefully, savoring the body stretched around me. She whimpered, her lips trembling against mine as her hips tilted up to meet me. “You’re just planning to use me all night, aren’t you?”
I bottomed out, buried to the hilt, my c**k fully seated inside her impossibly tight heat. My lungs locked, my heart thundering as her legs wrapped around me like a vise. She whimpered again, eyes fluttering shut, clinging to me as her body worked to accommodate every thick inch of me.
“Would-would that be such a bad thing?” she asked, breathless, her voice breaking on the words.
I ground my hips against hers, not pulling back, just pressing deeper, savoring the guttural moan that ripped out of her throat. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open, and I nearly lost it all
over again.
“You can use me every day, every hour, every goddamn second, if it means I get to be buried inside you, Bree,” I groaned, wrapping my arms around her and holding her like she was the only anchor I had left. “And I promise I won’t be a two pump chump every time.”
She chuckled, sweet and teasing, but the sound turned into a strangled moan the second I pulled out-slow, deliberate-and thrust back into her wet heat. Her eyes flew open, wide with shock and pure pleasure, and we locked gazes. That single look stole the breath right out of me.
Pleasure burned through every nerve in my body, a blinding, searing fire that made my vision blur. She felt too good, too perfect, too much. My hips moved faster, harder, losing rhythm as I chased the high she pulled out of me with every squeeze of her p***y.
Five strokes. That’s all it took before I shattered, roaring her name into her neck as I emptied myself inside her, my release flooding her walls in hot waves. I held her close, shaking with the force of it, as she clung to me, kissing my shoulder, stroking my back with soft, soothing hands.
And then-impossibly-my c**k didn’t soften. It throbbed inside her, hard and unyielding, like my body refused to accept that we were done. The sensitivity almost hurt, but f**k, it was exquisite. I shifted, moved again, and the wet slide of her, mixed with my release, made me groan low in my
chest.
It was addictive. I couldn’t stop. I wasn’t supposed to stop.
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All night long, Bree used me. Her p***y clenched around me, milking me, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of me until I had nothing left to give. I tasted her again and again, drinking down her sweetness, lapping her up until her thighs trembled uncontrollably. I fingered her until she gushed for me, until she broke apart with cries that left her hoarse.
By the time the first light of dawn painted the sky pink, my body was ruined, wrecked, spent. And
still, I felt whole.
I collapsed onto the blanket, chest heaving, arms trembling, c**k finally giving in. Bree curled against me immediately, her head pillowed on my chest, her arm thrown across me like she never intended to let me go. The blanket was barely covering us, the night air cool against sweat-slick
skin.
But none of it mattered.
My eyes slid shut with a smile still plastered on my face, because I was falling asleep holding the
greatest thing I’d ever been given in my life.
