She stood there, her lips bruised and pulped, her senses whirling and her head spinning in exquisite torture. She could not seem to make sense of her thoughts or emotions. His hands went to her breasts and once again his cock was burying itself inside of her, riding her furiously, his teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh of her breasts, tugging at her nipples, as he lifted her against him, forcing his swollen shaft into her wet mound.
“Gage…” she begged, digging her nails into his shoulders as she held on tight. “Please…please, don’t stop.” She let out a cry when he bit down on her earlobe, and then screamed his name when another orgasm crashed through her quivering body, filling her with a powerful buzzing bliss that spread through her body and she wondered how she had ever went so many years without him.
He was out of her before she’d finished, pushing her down so that her knees met the hard floor. His fingers fisted her hair as he pressed the head of his cock against her lips. “Take it,” he demanded.
Still swept up in the moment, she opened her mouth willingly and took his entire length into her cheeks. The salty taste of pre-cum lingered on her tongue along with a unique flavor she recognized as her own and she lapped and stroked the shaft and base with everything she had. Wanting to make him ache for her, she cupped his balls with one hand as she encircled the base of his shaft with the other, massaging him as she deep throated him, inch by inch. His groans of encouragement spurred her on, making her wet and hungry for him all over again, and she felt little shocks of pleasure dart through her body as she claimed his seed in her mouth, making sure he never forgot just how much she wanted him.
Finally he stiffened, growling her name as he came, his eyes wide with unblinking desire, rocking his hips to meet her mouth as streams of hot semen exploded into her throat. She swallowed every last drop of him, smiling in satisfaction as his body shook with the force of his orgasm. Gasping, he reached out to brace himself against the wall, his chest heaving, his heartbeat slowing as the sensation fizzled until there was nothing left but honesty.
And in that moment, as he stood propping himself against the elevator wall, the woman of his past kneeling in front of him, willing to do whatever made him happy, he realized that he was right all along…he was totally and completely wrong for her.
* * *
Walking, breathlessly, into the huge penthouse suite that had been reserved for them, Gage opened the door and then stepped aside to allow Kate to enter first. Still reeling from his orgasm he felt confused, shameful even, and when she made her way into the bathroom he was relieved that he had a private minute to gather his thoughts.
What exactly was bothering him so much?
It wasn’t like he was using her. The attraction for her was real, and she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. After all, they were two consenting adults and whatever they agreed to do, whether it was his idea or not, was something she could freely choose or disregard. So why was he feeling a heavy pang of guilt bearing down on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe?
Within minutes she walked back into the room, and he could think of nothing more than the fact that he wished he could take her into his arms again, force her body flush against his and ease her into his touch until she was begging for him to take her. What was it about Kate Preston that could reduce him to a pathetic, heated, shell of a man, never satisfied with her for long before he wanted…needed her again?
“Tired?” She cocked her head to the side analyzing him and he realized that he hadn’t said a word to her since they had entered the penthouse.
“Oh, no, no. Just thinking.” He shot her a grin but he caught the shiver of apprehension that tore through her body. “Come here.”
She obeyed, approaching him carefully stopping a few feet away, but he reached out and brought her in, his hands grabbing for her arms, and she drew in a deep breath when he took her into his arms.
“What are you thinking about?” She purred as he ran a hand down to the small of her back, causing her to go to still though he could hear her heaving breathing as he brought her close to his chest, rocking her gently in a slow dance.
“I was thinking about how nice it would be to take a bath with you. You game?”
Suddenly shy now that she was alone in the exquisitely appointed hotel suite wrapped in Gage’s arms, Kate struggled with nerves. The last time she’d been with him in such a place, she’d been overwhelmed with need for him and yet had left with that need unquenched. Now, after two weeks stuck on tour with him, she was still feeling the overpowering weight of her desire for Gage but this time, she would make the choice to give in with no holding back.
She was suddenly very aware of her every curve, her round ass and shapely hips and though she knew that Gage was attracted to her, it was one thing to make love to him fiercely and passionately as they were distracted by the incredible hunger, but to bathe with him, to be cradled in his arms in such a sensual way was a whole other thing.
“I promise, you’ll enjoy it,” Gage murmured, raking his fingers through her hair and pulling out the pins so that the auburn locks cascaded over her face. “Besides, we have to get cleaned up after that elevator ride.”
His teasing, lustful smile made Kate’s breasts grow heavy. The memory of his cock buried deep inside of her in the elevator had far from faded. And it had left her hungry for more.
Shedding the last of her doubts – for now, Kate backed away from him, sucked in a deep breath and then lifted her hands to the hem of her shirt. He noticed how her fingers trembled as she drug the material up and across her skin before casting it on a nearby chair. She saw his eyes gleam in awareness as she shed her clothing, tensing only when her skirt slid down to her ankles, leaving her completely vulnerable and dressed in nothing but her bra and panties.
There was no mistaking the feral shadow of arousal that made his features darken. To know that this man, desired by so many women not just around the country but around the world, wanted only her – right here and now, once again, made Kate feel powerful and special.
And it was exactly what she needed.
By the time she was stripped down, she’d reached the bathroom door. Spinning on her heels, she moved out of the room and she heard his earthy, hungry growl as she disappeared from his line of sight.
The marble-lined bathroom was oversized, and yet there was no mistaking the intimacy as the air was soon filled with the scents and steam from the oils swirling in the bubble bath. Gage was completely naked when he appeared moments later and found her reclining in the tub, her neck stretched out against the porcelain, all but her shoulders and breasts were cloaked in a thick foam of bubbles. In his hands he held two thick-stemmed glasses half-filled with a light green-colored liquid.
“Absinthe…something I think you should try – at least once,” Gage explained with a wolfish smile as he walked towards her. Kate couldn’t tear her eyes from his beautifully chiseled body, rippling with vitality and definition in each golden sinew. His lean, tight frame was the perfect backdrop for his thick, long cock that was twitching at the sight of beautiful, curvy Kate who squirmed lower into the scented foam. It had been a long time since Gage had seen her completely naked and she still felt a burst of self-consciousness and vulnerability as she submerged into the water so that she was covered up to her neck.
“You know, this is a first for us…taking a bath together.” he added, sliding into the water behind her with a smooth, fluid movement, carefully placing the wine glasses on the table next to the bathtub.
“I don’t know why we never did it before,” Kate lied. She knew exactly why there were few intimate memories like this to recall. She had been far too self conscious of her body back then and would have never have been comfortable with letting him wrap his beautiful, hard body around hers as he was doing now. She knew that she had robbed herself of so many opportunities for romance just because she was far too worried about maintaining the illusion that she was in better shape than she really was, but she had
to admit, she absolutely loved the slippery feel of his body cradling hers and she pushed any self-doubt to the back of her mind.
Reaching around, he pulled her towards him until she was resting with her back nestled firmly against his chest. He settled her in between his thighs and gathered her wavy red hair to the side of her nape while his arm locked her around her waist, effectively pinning her to him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured softly in her ear, his breathing short as he kissed her temple. “Don’t ever doubt how desirable you are…then and now.”
He reached for a glass and handed it to her. She swirled the pretty liquid around before taking a sip. It had a headily bitter flavor, potent and almost raw in its burning quality. Kate gasped, her eyes pinned to the ceiling as the liquid went straight through her nerves, causing her libido to radiate like sonic waves through her system. She boldly took another sip, and another, before Gage chuckled softly and retrieved the glass from her fingers. Kate’s tongue swept over her lips and she leaned closer against him, reeling from the different sensations coursing through her bloodstream.
She barely protested when he took the washcloth and soap from the table and began to wash her body. His hands were gentle as he ran the soapy cloth over her back, shoulders, arms, and she shivered as he lathered and kneaded her breasts. The washcloth moved down her abdomen, then between her thighs, and she whimpered.
“Does that feel good, Kate?” he murmured into her ear.
“Oh, yes.” She breathed as her head fell back against his chest.
His hands were tender as he massaged her pussy, and Kate loved the scorching burn of his tender, knowing ministrations, the steam hovering around them making her relax as arousal rose higher within. Inserting one finger and then two, he coerced another cry from her as she bucked her hips, grinding herself against his hand as he maintained his slow, torturous pace.
Kate moaned deeply, her arms lifting to tangle in his hair, and he slid his hands up and over her belly to her full, round breasts. His lips trailing over her cheek, he teased her nipples with relentless delight, cupping, kneading and squeezing them into his soapy hands, his murmurs of approval making her purr with pleasure.
It was a slow, steady seduction that took Kate’s breath away. Gage took his time with her, running his hands all over her body while he kissed her face and nipped at her jaw. Her skin pink from the heat of the water mixed with raw passion, she bristled with hunger as he continued to explore every curve of her body, squeezing the meaty flesh of her thighs before returning his fingers to her core.
“I love how you make me feel.” Kate sighed, squirming against his broad chest. One large hand slid from her breast down to her quivering belly and Kate’s breath hitched.
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” Gage whispered, his fingertips dancing close to the juncture of her thighs. Kate obeyed, the water lapping softly in between her knees.
“Wider,” Gage said thickly, and she obliged, separating her legs as far as they could go. This time Gage didn’t reach down to stroke her pussy but instead he lifted her up by the hips, bringing her onto his lap. The water sloshed wildly against the sides of the tub as he carefully positioned her against him, his rigid cock slipping easily into her burning hot pussy.
Kate let out a shrill cry as Gage’s thick cock forced her tender walls to allow him entry, but instead of taking her roughly and wildly, he simply wrapped his arms around her shoulders, his hand cupping her neck, the other hand fingering her hair.
She pushed against him, struggling for a moment, only to realize that he had positioned her so that she couldn’t move away from him. Fire seared down her spine, desire followed.
“I just want to feel myself inside of you.” He growled against her cheek.
The instant Gage’s fingers slid between the sweet, slick folds of her pussy once again, she let out a shrill, desperate cry, unable to hold back, urging him to continue while desperately trying to anchor herself against him, as excitement and desire propelled her forward, wanting to crush her body back and forth, thrusting herself down onto his swollen cock.
He crooned in her ear as he cradled her breast in one hand while the other played with her secret folds beneath the water. The aroma of her desire seeped into the scented water as Gage’s expert fingers teased her to a fevered hunger. He petted her clit, pressing onto it with the flat of his fingers until Kate’s eyes burst with sparks. Her body stiffened, as Gage’s cock slid deeper into her pussy, laving, possessing, and claiming her with his need.
Gage was far too delicious to deny and she no longer tried to fight him, giving in to her own fantasies, ones she had harbored for years. He had the power to make her come alive with just his touch, his kiss, or a heated look. She turned her face to the side and their lips met wetly, tongues reaching out to dance a tango of carnality and searing passion.
“Come for me, Kate,” he urged deeply, and Kate cried into his mouth and she matched his rhythm with every frenzied stroke. She could feel the rising tempest waiting to immerse her in its dark depths, and it wiped out everything in sight or mind – except for the two of them.
Kate arched her back in perfect bliss, dizziness swimming through her head, coupled with pulsating, delicious sensations that razed her, leaving her feeling weightless, boneless and within seconds she was entangled in such intense pleasure that she couldn’t turn back. She sank against his chest, her breathing hitched. The violent sensations raged through her body in a seemingly endless torrent of pleasure, every nerve was on fire, escalating to a blinding crescendo until she couldn’t help but scream for release.
He didn’t relent until he had squeezed every shiver, every moan, every spasm from her body, leaving her exhausted, sputtering his name, and trembling against his ongoing assault. Even then he held onto her, his cock burning into her with long, deliberate strokes, hitting her most sensitive spots until he couldn’t hold back. He growled her name into her ear, the edges of his vision blurring as he released everything he had inside of her.
* * *
Kate lay in the middle of the swimmingly large bed, tantalized by the exquisite, soft sheets and the body of her lover snaking behind hers, his chest pressed tightly against her back, his hands wrapped around her. Their skin was slightly damp from the bath, and she shivered as his potent touch prickled over her skin.
“The more things change, the more they stay the same,” he whispered and she giggled.
“Look at us, Gage. What are we doing, baby?” Suddenly it became important to find answers, to completely understand what he was willing to give.
“We’re enjoying each other. Holding onto something real, something that started long before life got crazy.” His tone was light, casual and if there was no need for words at all. Kate nodded, surrendering to the realization that despite how connected they were, they were still miles apart. Gage would never be able to give her what she needed because his world just wouldn’t allow him to and he would never understand that a woman like her needed reassurance before unlocking the cage around her heart.
Almost asleep, Gage squeezed her one last time, her curved ass settling against his groin, his strong hands resting comfortably on her stomach.
She couldn’t sleep. Despite the hypnotic rhythm of his breath, and the incredible feeling of his body wrapping her in his warmth, her heart was restless and if it weren’t for the fact that she knew that she needed to be strong and to hide the truth in her heart, she would have sobbed openly in his arms, begging him to just be the man that she once knew… and not someone that she felt was untouchable.
She knew the truth. Things between them were different now and there was no turning back, despite how much she wished it so. She had her chance. There was a time when he was completely hers for the taking, and there was nothing that he wouldn’t have done for her, given her – yet she threw it all away. She threw him away, and now it was time to pay the piper for her ruthlessness and she grimaced at the memory of the day she let him go.
Sighing deeply, she curled against him, teary-eyed and weak. She couldn’t bring this down on him right now, not at a time in his life where he already had so many people wanting every last pound of flesh that he had to give. This was his time, and it was something he had worked hard for his entire life. She couldn’t…wouldn’t make this about her. Not now and especially not after the truth hit her so hard in the stomach that she wanted to double over in agony at all she had lost.
She loved him. She had never stopped.
* * *
Day after day, as they made their way from city to city, she told herself she was allowing herself to travel down a path of no return, but she forced herself to wear a confident, carefree smile in Gage’s presence. Every time she submitted to her need for him, she knew she was slinking deeper into the pit of dark desire and that if she weren’t careful she would be consumed entirely, unable to pull herself out, shake herself off and walk away when needed.
He certainly didn’t make it any easier on her. He could never seem to get enough of her. No matter the time or place, if he wanted to have her, he would. After the unforgettable night together at the hotel, they had rejoined the tour as if nothing had happened. From city to city they traveled and in all that time, no promises were made, none demanded. Even when he had her hoarse from calling out his name as they came together, it was never about love. Only mindless, carefree passion.
She’d given in too easily into his reckless lifestyle and she wondered if there would have been a better way to reunite with him, or if it would never had happened at all had she not agreed to take on this venture. The music, the crowds; the ride; it was wild and crazy; one blaring loud memory after another with no time to stop and take it all in. When he was out on stage, he gave and gave and yet, there was a sense that his fans would never be satisfied. They wanted more from him, their insatiable appetite consuming him so that all he could think about was how he could give them more – how he could be everything they needed and expected him to be. He’d give anything to those who admired him from afar, yet with Kate, he offered no promises, no offerings, and no commitment. And Kate didn’t dare ask him for anything. She focused on doing her job, sending the magazine regular updates and managing the video crew who shot footage for an upcoming special. She fought to keep her mind on work and to not let her heart get caught in the mix, even as Gage threw her in turmoil every time he took her with even more heated intensity than the last.
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