I walk into my bedroom and he follows behind, shutting the door in his wake. Stripping off my blue dress, I toss it into the hamper. I need a bath and some sleep. I’ve got a long week of work starting tomorrow.
“I have an idea.” Gage says, in a naughty tone. A tone I’m very familiar with.
Arms wrap around me from behind, cupping my naked breasts. A bare, large, fully erect cock presses against my butt. Hot lips kiss my ear lobe, sending a rampant shiver to roll down my spine.
“I want you to suck me tonight. I want my dick in your mouth. I want us to do it in our bedroom.”
Sucking him in our bedroom? Hum… I really like the sound of that. My mouth is already watering.
“What if I don’t want your cock in my mouth? What if I want you inside of me again?”
Gage deeply growls, firming his grip on my breasts, and aggressively grinding his massive length on my ass. “I need both. At the gym, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, couldn’t keep my stupid dick from staying hard. I ended up masturbating in the bathroom, like a damn teenager. What are you doing to me, Angel?” Hungry lips latch onto my neck and I tilt my head back, offering him more.
“Oh, Gage.” I whimper, revealing in the succulent heat of his mouth that lavishes my neck.
Circling my hips, I push back onto his dick. Feral growls snarl from between his lips as he devours my sensitive flesh. I close my eyes, falling into a maddening state of desire-laden euphoria. Deft fingers pluck my nipples, tweaking them into hard peeks. My breathing becomes labored, as he drives me further into a level of pleasure that only can he evoke.
“I…Gage, your… I need it….mouth… my mouth.”
“My dick?” he questions, nibbling across my shoulder, pulling my nipples hard. A sharp pain stings and I bite my lip, to keep from crying out in pleasure. The little shocks of pain feel incredibly good. I never thought I’d love them, but I do. From Gage, I need them, almost as much as I need his dick in my mouth.
Gage
You can do it Gage, just give in and let the love of your life suck on you. She won’t ruin it. She won’t hurt you. She will make it feel good. I keep telling myself, like a broken record, turning over in my head. I’m putting off the inevitable. I’ve psyched myself out before. It’s time to finally let go.
Kissing my Angel’s neck one last time, she groans in her throat. Releasing her perfect nipple, I spin her around. I’ve already unbuckled and whipped out my dick to rub against her smooth, round ass. Now all I have to do is take the rest of my clothes off. Backing away, I drop my pants and she watches me, like a predator. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch her slowly licking her lips, staring at my aching dick, that’s straining not to come.
At the gym today, fuck! That was bullshit to the tenth damn degree. I left the floral shop, because I had no idea Lex was going to be there. If I had, I probably would’ve prepared myself a little better and secured my dick in a tighter pair of boxers or something. I’m hard like twenty-four seven around her or when I think about her. I feel like a teenager getting a boner at the slightest thought of her. It’s kind of embarrassing. Anyhow, I get to the gym, and Megan, my secretary is there, well, my soon to be former secretary. I’m firing her tomorrow. After I found out about her answering my phone and not telling me, I can’t excuse that. I can look past being my old fuck buddy, just as I can look past Daniel being Lex’s. I don’t expect her to fire him. He’s a decent man, and he’s a damn good secretary. I had hoped to keep Megan around, too, not anymore.
Today at the gym, when I was in the middle of using free weights, all Megan did was stand across the room and rub her tits in the corner, looking right at me. Like that was supposed to turn me on or some shit. Yeah right. Give me a break. I couldn’t even fathom flirting with another woman, let alone touch her. The little sleazy display did get me down to half-mast. Then my brain went back to thinking about Lex in her pretty blue dress, and I was hard all over again. Ended up heading to the bathroom to relieve my problem, of course with my luck, Megan ended up following me into the men’s locker room. She basically threw herself at my feet, and tried to pull down my pants to blow me. Isn’t the first time she’s tried that either. If I’m not going to allow my lover to do it, I sure as hell wouldn’t let some floosy suck my dick. I was pretty wound up by the time I forcefully hauled her out of the locker room by her arm, while she yelled at me to let her go. I turned her into Jimbo to handle. Riding high on sexual frustration, I found my way back into the bathroom and settled into a stall to pump my dick and rid myself of aching balls.
Thought that would handle my incessant need to come all the damn time. Wishful thinking on my part. Now I’m here at Lex’s house, and I feel like I haven’t orgasmed in a year. I have no damn idea what she is doing to me, but fuck, my sac aches. I need her mouth on me, now.
Throwing the reminder of my clothes to the floor, I glance down at my raging boner and back up to her. Circling my shaft with my fist, I tilt it up, giving her a good show, and chance to back out if she doesn’t want to suck it. I don’t expect her to. To be honest, I’m not sure I really want her to. My nerves have been shot to shit.
Without a word, she kneels on the floor right in front of me. Locking her beautiful eyes with mine, she smiles. It’s like she’s looking right into the depths of my very soul. I love that she has that kind of power over me. I’ve prayed it would be like this since the first moment, I knew I was in love with her so long ago. Now, it’s even better than I imagined.
“Let me.” She huskily states, chewing vigorously on her bottom lip. My Angel must be just as nervous as I am about this. Good to know I’m not alone in this feeling.
Wrapping delicate fingers around my shaft, she runs her tongue over the tip and a wave of ecstasy jolts my system. Another lick to the tip and my sac tightens, ready to blow.
Fuck this is amazing!
“Is this okay?”
I nod, eyes hooded, as I take in my beautiful woman kneeling before me. Her long hair draped over her shoulders, her back slightly bent forward, while she rests on her knees. I could get used to this.
Encasing my pre-come soaked head between her lips, she swallows down my offering and closes her eyes as she glides me into the velvet heat of her mouth. A slow rumbling moan bursts out of my lips as her mouth comes to rest on my trimmed pubis. Humming in her throat, she laves the underside of my cock with her tongue, with it still engulfed in her mouth.
Holy fuck!
Picking up the pace, using one hand to pump my shaft, she sucks and plunges my head into the back of her groaning throat. Working her own shaft, she sucks me into slick velvet heaven. Hot bursts of air shoot from her nose, as her mouth filled moans start to hasten, and she sucks harder, greedier. Working me like a pro.
Fuck…. Fuck, yes.
Threading my hands behind my head, I instinctively buck into her mouth, losing myself in divine pleasure.
My balls tighten and she drops lady, grabs onto my sac and tugs. Oh fuck! My body tenses, I clinch my jaw and trip over the edge.
I’m coming!
Calling out her name, I shoot hot streams of my salty come into her throat. Swallowing me down completely, she smiles, holding my thick head in her mouth.
“That was… Shit… I dunno, Lex. But I fucking loved it. Thank you.”
Giggling, she shakes her head and sucks my entire semi-hard shaft back into her mouth one last time before she releases it.
“You taste delicious, like granny smith apples.” She languidly licks her lips and I groan at the perfect sight.
I offer my hand to her, and she uses it to stand and I bring her into a hug. Kissing her temple, I whisper. “I love you, Angel. Let me return the favor. I want to suck on you, to make you come.”
“Um… I sort of already did, honey.” She shyly giggles, her lips on my chest delivering the tiniest of kisses. She’s even sweet after she gives me a blowjob. What a goddess. My goddess. How’d I ever get so damn lucky?
“Came when you we
re sucking on me?”
Her forehead nods into my shoulder. “Yes, it was sexy and you taste good and smell good down there. It’s nice.”
I smell and taste good. Never thought that would matter to me but it does. Knowing my woman likes my taste and my smell, makes me I don’t know… happy?
Just when I think I can’t possibly love her any more than I already do, my heart swells, tightening in my chest, feeling like it’s about to burst with an immeasurable amount of love. It’s one thing to fall for a person on paper. You know about them. You hear about them. Fantasize. You get this fictional picture in your head, that they are a certain way. Lex, she’s even better than I imagined in my dreams. Better to taste, touch, smell, hold, love, and to know. She talked with me last night for hours on the roof. I entrusted her with stories about my family, about my mother, about everything. Things I’ve never disclosed to a single person and not once did she judge me. Not once did I feel like she didn’t want to hear about my life or feelings. Feelings…there goes that word. Men are equipped to kick those stupid things to the curb. Feelings make us weak. We’re supposed to ignore them, unless they are sexually derived. When I’m with her, I can’t though. I can’t help but feel everything. When she’s hurting, I’m hurting. When she’s happy, I feel happy. It’s kind of fucked up if you think about it.
But what’s that saying? ‘Perhaps the feelings we feel when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.’
That’s true for me. I am the man I should be. Lex makes me a better person.
Lex
I brush a chaste kiss to Gage’s lips and sneak into the bathroom. Turning on the tub, I adjust the water temperature and pour in some Keagan Cosmetics lavender bath salts and soothing bath oils. I retreat back into my bedroom to grab my phone and I plug it into my iPod dock on the vanity, sliding the music selection to Patsy.
Dipping into the tub, I relax and leave Gage to soak up the reality of what just happened; me giving him head, it was hot and tasted so damn addicting, I can’t wait to do it again.
Patsy starts singing about “Walking after Midnight” and suddenly it shuts off. I glance over to see why. Gage is standing in the bathroom removing my phone from the dock and plugging his in, wearing only his boxers. What a sexy sight.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to show you something. It’s time to get the sad music of Patsy out of the air and fill it with someone more appropriate.” He states, his back to me, allowing me to get a spectacular view of his firm butt and essentially my Angel tattoo covering his back. It is truly a masterpiece.
A gentle musical intro starts on a song that I’ve heard a hundred times before.
“Fly me to the moon” Sinatra sings.
Then Gage cuts in, singing along with Sinatra and dancing. Amazingly well, I might add. I turn to watch him. And he looks me straight in the eye, like he’s singing to my heart. He is gliding around my bathroom, light on his feet.
Just when I think, he couldn’t get any better. Add good singer and dancer to the exponentially growing list.
The instrumental middle starts and he smiles. Walking over to me, he reaches out his hand, I take it into mine, and he pulls me to stand inside the tub and climbs in with me. Placing hands on my hips, and mine on his shoulders he sways with me in the water. Never breaking eye contact, my insides turning into mush.
God, he’s perfect.
“In other words, in other words
I love...
You—” he quickly kisses me on the lips and dips me over his knee. I squeal with laughter and he snaps me back up into his arms and holds my wet body tightly against his.
“I love you.” He kisses my cheek.
Trying to catch my breath and steady my pounding heart, I smile so wide my cheeks are starting to ache.
“I love you too, honey.” I kiss his chin.
Another Sinatra song fills the bathroom and he begins to dance with me in the water.
“This is my kind of music.” He states moving his hands from my hips to my butt, and gliding a finger down my crevasse, resting on my rosette.
“Really? I thought...” Oh God… A finger slips inside, breaking me of my thought, and I convulse in his arms. Biting my lip and holding onto his shoulders so my legs don’t give out.
“You were saying.” I can’t see his face, but I can hear the amusement in his dark voice. He knows this feels good, too good.
“I was…” Sweet Jesus! He pushes my pleasure button and I bite his shoulder to keep from screaming and waking Emma up.
“Yes? Angel?”
This butthole, I can’t believe he is doing this to me. What a hot seductive jerk.
“You think this is…oh Jesus… Gage… Damn… Oh God… Please…stop…” I can barely stand. My eyes roll back into my head, as my body starts to quake uncontrollably with each shallow finger thrust. He’s pulling me under, deeper and deeper into that world. The world he likes to hold me captive. A world where it only involves him and the naughty, pleasure-filled things he does to me. The highest state of arousal I’ve ever imagined. Where I can’t breathe, I can’t see straight and my body relinquishes itself to the onslaught of his most delectable desires.
“I think you’re about to lose your balance, Angel. Here.” He removes his finger and bends down, sweeping me into his arms and stepping out of the tub onto my brown memory foam bathmat.
Carrying me to the vanity, he sets me down; resting my back against my mirror, he opens my legs up far, scoots my bottom to the edge of the countertop and probes my needy hole with the head of his cock.
“I need lube.” He states, I can barely hear him. I’m already floating.
“Lube.” He reiterates.
Idly, I point to the cupboard across from the sink and he takes my cue, going over and finding the bottle of lube, that I don’t think I’ve ever used. Slicking up his iron rod, he uses two fingers to gently apply lube to the rim of my hole.
“Now, Gage. I need you inside. I’m falling,”
“I know, I pushed you a little too hard to fast, I should have waited.”
I shake my head, lulling my head forward my chin on my chest, I watch as his hand holds lady and a thick meaty head starts to enter me. It doesn’t hurt, not like last night. It feels wonderful to have him stretching me, filling me, hitting all of the most sensitive spots inside.
“I’m almost in. You’re doing so well, Angel.”
“It feels unbelievable.” I pant, my hands gripping the backs of my thighs, opening myself up for him.
“I know, sweetheart, I’m going to make it even better, stay with me. Don’t succumb yet, not until I get you worked in. Look at me.”
I tilt my head up and see the smile on his face. Holding me hostage with his eyes, I lose myself in the abyss of his powerful all-consuming soul, as it locks onto mine.
Gliding in the rest of the way, his thickness bottoms out inside of me.
“You okay? Does it hurt tonight?”
I shake my head. “No, it feels so good. No pain at all.” I reassure him with a lazy smile.
“Angel, when you came earlier did you ejaculate?”
“I had an orgasm.”
“Yes, sweetheart I know, but did you release?”
“No.”
“This isn’t going to take long then. You’re so damn tight. Fuck. I’m going to tip you over that edge, Angel. Do you want me to push you over? Do you want that?”
“Yes, make me come, Gage, make love to me.” I whimper, and he leans over taking my mouth in a deep kiss, swirling his tongue with mine he thrusts into me, long, hard, body rocking thrusts, hammering deep. Plowing into that sweet button over and over, I fall into euphoria, his mouth tangled with mine. I’m lost in sensations of climatic proportions.
“That’s it, Angel, let go.” Driving into me, I heave out breaths, his forehead resting on mine. Gage’s hands hold my hips, pounding into me fast and hard.
“I’m�
�” He plunges his tongue into my mouth, wickedly capturing it, owning it, making love to it, as skillfully as he is my body.
My sac tightens and I feel him tense too. We are both close.
Retracting his tongue he whispers, his lips brushing mine. “I know you’re ready. I need you to come, now. I’m going to go.”
Grabbing ahold of my lady, he starts to rapidly fist her up and down.
“I’m…I’m…”
“Come.” He orders and I let go. Covering my mouth with my hand, I scream, shattering into a million pieces. Come erupts out of lady, pulse after pulse landing on my stomach. A deep chest growl bellows out of Gage as his face contorts and turns red. Jerking into me, he releases his hot seed.
Maybe a minute passes and we are both still watching each other, coming down from an incredible high.
“Don’t clean me up.” I’m the first to speak and he laughs.
“Awe, why not? You didn’t like me cleaning you up last night?”
“I did, but I want us both to take a bath together and then go to sleep. We both have to work tomorrow.”
Pulling out of me, he helps me off the counter and we both dip into the bathtub together.
“You do know I don’t take baths.”
“You do know that we will stand up and shower here in a moment.” I tease.
“Okay, you know something else?”
“What?”
“I love you, more and more each day we’re together.”
I blush. How did I get a man so dang sweet?
“You want to know something too?”
“Yeah?”
“I feel the same way.”
Washing each other and eventually showering off after the tub turns ice cold, we hop out. He slides on a pair of pj bottoms and I wear an ivory silk nightgown. Both of us find our own sides of the bed and slip under the soft covers. Scooching over to my side, he spoons me, draping his arm over my side, his hand resting on stomach.
Lex (Unconventional Hearts) Page 33