My body screamed for him. It screamed for everything I knew he was capable of giving to me. It screamed for fucking release. It screamed for the anticipation of the man he was now versus the boy he had been. I knew what a teenage Gage could do, I had no idea what a grownup Gage could unleash.
My mind was telling me I was a fool. It was telling me sex was not the answer. It was telling me I needed to distance myself from the situation and give both me and Gage time to absorb the truth of our past finally coming out. It told me all wasn’t forgiven and there was a bigger fallout from all of this.
It told me to fucking run.
My heart, though…my heart was telling me I was exactly where I should have been all along. I was in Gage’s sadistic embrace, and there was nowhere else I should be.
Nowhere else I belonged.
Everything inside of me was at war and I didn’t know what the right choice was. I felt the answers yes and no were both equally damning.
The internal battle was real. But, at the end of it all, there was one solid truth. In ten years, I’ve yet to meet a man who’s made me feel even an ounce of what Gage Evans makes me feel. All these years without him, and my feelings for him still feel like a tornado that was never meant to be controlled.
“Mystic…”
That one word.
My name.
My name said in a way that sounded like a prayer and a curse was all I needed to make the second worse decision of my life. The first being the decision to walk through the park that day, because in the end, loving Gage had ruined me. Loving him now was sure to end me.
“One night,” I insisted.
Gage’s laugh was hollow and dark. “Forever,” he negotiated.
“No, Gage-”
“Forever,” he snarled, and then he took my choice and made it his own.
Chapter 28
Gage~
One night would never be enough. I had ten years to make up for and the rest of her life was mine, whether she realized it or not.
I was done giving her a choice, though. The simple fact that she was willing to give me one night instead of a flat out no told me everything I needed to know.
My Mystic was still in there.
My Mystic.
I let go of her neck and leaned into her. I let my tongue run the length of her face, leaving a faint trail of blood in its wake, and whispered in her ear, “Get on your knees, Mystic.” She moaned and it was the sweetest sound ever. “Get on your knees and suck my dick, baby. It’s been too long. Let me fuck that pretty face of yours.”
I didn’t wait for her to comply. Using the chocolate strands of leverage that I had wrapped around my fist, I pushed Mystic to her knees, and I swear, the sight almost had me cumming in my pants.
The past ten years vanished into a meaningless vacuum where they no longer existed for me. This, right here, was the only thing that mattered. Mystic surrendering herself over to me once again was the only thing that existed for me. I had planned on coming over for answers, but now I wasn’t leaving without anything short of everything she had to give.
Mystic whimpered when I rubbed my groin against her cheek and the memories opened like lust-fueled floodgates. Every dark craving she has ever had slammed into my mind and nothing was going to stop me from reminding her of all the reasons she let me take her in that park restroom.
“Take my dick out and suck it,” I commanded. “Swallow my cock, baby.”
Mystic’s hands tore at my belt and the button and zipper of my slack. I hadn’t bothered changing from my office attire when I had decided to go home and drink like a lush. When I had arrived at Mystic’s, the only thing missing had been my suit jacket.
The second her delicate hand wrapped around my dick, I let out a painful hiss. Painful because the sensation of being wrapped up in Mystic again was almost too much to take. And if I knew Mystic, which I still did, no matter how much time has passed, I knew her mouth was salivating with want. She used to love being choked by my cock and I knew this time would be no different.
Her hot, wet mouth wrapped around the head of my dick and I almost lost it. I threw my head back and prayed to the Heavens that I’d last longer than a twelve-year-old with his first hard-on. “Baby,” I hissed.
Mystic was all dirty moans and vibrations dancing across my dick. She placed her palms up against my thighs, giving me permission to fuck her luscious mouth. I also knew by the fifth thrust into her mouth, her throat would be relaxed enough for me to cram my nine inches of hard cock down her face. I was a grown man now, not a teenage boy.
I buried both my hands in her dark locks and started making up for the past ten years of neglect. She gagged and I could feel her saliva dripping down my shaft, but I didn’t stop fucking her mouth. And she didn’t stop me from fucking her mouth.
Her lips held me in a firm hold and I was embarrassingly ready to shoot my load down her throat. “I’m going to cum, Mystic,” I warned her after a few minutes. “I’m going to cum, and you’re going to drink every last fucking drop.” Her mouth tightened and she looked like she was fucking praying for it. “Every last drop, baby.”
Embarrassingly fast, the eruption shot out before I even had a chance to appreciate the beginning signs of my orgasm. Once minute I was warning her, and the next I was shooting my load down her throat. “Mystic.”
I stared down at her as she gobbled up my fucking cock. She wasn’t just licking my shaft clean. No. Mystic was devouring my dick like she was never going to have another taste of it ever again.
Once my cock started deflating, I yanked Mystic by her hair and consumed those soft, pink lips of hers. It didn’t matter that she’d just swallowed my cum. Mystic and I never had boundaries when we were young, we sure as fuck weren’t going to have them now.
I broke off the kiss and she looked beautiful with her face flushed and her lips bloody and swollen. “I’m going to leave you a broken bloody mess, Mystic,” I promised, and with that, I untangled my hands from her hair and ripped her flimsy tank top off her body. Mystic hadn’t been wearing a bra, and so her tits bounced free as the tank top fell into shreds around her.
My arm wrapped around her waist and I bent, so that I could take her tit in my mouth. My free hand reached up and I filled it with as much as her tit as I could. When my mouth wrapped around the hardened nub, I bit down so hard, Mystic let out a blood-curling scream.
I had her up against the door again, one arm wrapped around her body and my other hand clamped down over her mouth. Neither of us could afford someone calling the cops. “Did that hurt?” I knew it did, but I also knew she was dripping because of it. I looked down and her nipple was bleeding a bit, but nothing too bad. Nothing compared to what she had endured when we were together.
I leaned my head down and lapped at her tender nipple with my tongue. Mystic whimpered at the contact and I took my hand off her mouth. I didn’t want her screaming the house down, but I loved hearing her moans and pleas for mercy.
“Gage…” she moaned helplessly.
I wanted nothing more than to ram my dick up into her body, but my mouth was watering with the need to taste her pussy. Mystic had always been the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted, and I bet she still was.
“Where’s your bedroom, baby?” She pointed towards the shallow hallway, the door on the left. “Go in there and, so help me God, you better be naked on the bed with your legs spread wide for me, Mystic.” I told her. “I want to walk in there and see your pussy dripping for me.”
I watched her walk towards her bedroom, and I followed. Every piece of clothing she discarded on the walk to the bedroom was joined with one of mine. Granted, the only things left on her were her pajama pants and panties, but my goal was for us to both completely naked by the time I joined her in bed.
Mystic crawled onto the bed, giving me an unobstructed view of her ass, and I watched as she complied with my demands. She laid down over her unmade bed and let her knees drop to the side, displaying the only pussy
in the world that has ever made me lose my goddamn mind. And it looked just like I remembered; just like I had fantasized. It was pink, tight, and wet as fuck.
Once I was done shedding every piece of clothing I had on, I crawled onto the bed after her. I didn’t make it past her pussy before I was already trapping her thighs to the bed and my tongue was running through the wet, sticky folds of her precious cunt.
Her body bowed. “Gage…” she moaned, and I knew I would be doing this every morning or night for the rest of our lives. She was right. I had let her go without much of a fight before because I hadn’t been able to see past her supposed betrayal, but now…now, knowing what it was like to live without her, there was no way I was letting Mystic walk away from me a second time.
No fucking way.
Her hands tangled in my hair and it was as if the last ten years disappeared. “Gage…I need more,” she begged. She was always begging, and I was always complying.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I released her thighs and parted her pretty pussy lips with my fingers, so I could see everything. I licked and nibbled at that little nub, but I knew it still wouldn’t be enough.
Mystic didn’t need soft and sweet.
“Gage, please…”
I stuck three fingers into her pussy and watched as her juices coated my fingers and dripped down my arm. It’s been too fucking long, and Mystic’s body was telling me exactly that. When I was satisfied that my fingers were lubricated enough, I placed my mouth on her clit and started finger fucking both her pussy and tight, little ass as the same time.
No work up. No warning. No nothing.
The touch of my tongue and the feel of my fingers double penetrating her was all it took for Mystic to scream my name and cum all over my face. Her cream tasted just like I remembered, and I planned on tasting it all night long. I didn’t pull my fingers from her body until her trembling eased, but I was far from done with her.
I wiped my face on the inside of her thigh before crawling up her body. Her eyes were closed, and she looked ready to pass out, but I wasn’t going to let that happen.
I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Now it’s my turn again.”
Chapter 29
Mystic~
It was like the ten years apart had ceased to exist. My body knew it was Gage touching me. It remembered his touch, taste, scent…everything. We were picking up exactly where we had left off, but it still didn’t feel like enough.
It felt like it would never be enough.
Gage’s large body covered mine and blazing blue eyes locked onto mine the second I opened my eyes. My body was weak from the orgasm he just gave me, but I was ready for more. I was ready and eager for the rest of it.
The rest of Gage Evans.
“Your pussy tastes exactly the same, Mystic,” he murmured against my lips. Gage had always talked dirty to me when we had sex, but teenage hormones had gotten in the way of the meaning of the words. They had also gotten in the way of foreplay. As a teenager, everything Gage had done to me was new and exciting. As an adult, everything he just did wasn’t new, but it sure as hell was appreciated. As a teenager I hadn’t overly care if I came, even though I always did. As an adult, I cared. I cared very much.
“What now?” I challenged. I didn’t want this tamed version of Gage. I wanted the Gage from the park restroom.
The darkness in his eyes danced at my challenge. “Now, I fuck every hole you have until you can’t take my dick anymore, Mystic,” he promised. “I’m going to fuck you like I paid for you.”
My entire body shivered, and when my mind tried to intrude and remind me that this wasn’t normal or healthy, I shut my conscience down and let my body rule everything else.
My voice was desperate need when I said, “Do your worst.”
His lip curled and I knew he was going to do just that. Gage always had permission to use me, but this was something entirely different.
We weren’t children anymore.
He braced his weight on one arm, slapped his large hand over my mouth, and leaning down, he took a chunk of my breast into his mouth and bit me until I felt the skin tear. I screamed in his hand, but when he started sucking at my flesh, my scream turned into a moan.
This was what got me off.
Gage needing me so badly, that he’d eat me alive and not leave anything left, was what got me off. I loved him out of control. It was disturbingly erotic.
His lips were bloody, and he looked like a goddamn animal when he said, “I’m going to leave these marks all over you, Mystic. I’m going to mark you, so you never forget who you belong to ever again.” Before I could respond, Gage slammed his entire length inside my body.
He ignored my muffled screams, and hooking my left knee over his elbow, he spread me wider and rammed into my body over, and over again. He wasn’t giving me any time to adjust to his invasion. And it wasn’t until the wet sound of his cock in my pussy vibrated throughout the room that I realized he hadn’t put on a condom.
I started thrashing about, and it wasn’t from the sick pleasure he was inflicting. I was on birth control, but as heartbreaking as it was, we’ve both been with other people. I had no idea what Gage’s sexual safety practices were, and if he just thrust inside me with no thought to protection, I had to wonder if he’s done it before. I haven’t slept with many men, but every man I had slept with had worn a condom and I was always checked for STD’s during my annual physical exams, regardless of my current drought.
I kept thrashing about, but Gage wasn’t letting up. The more I fought, the harder he fucked me. It wasn’t until I managed to sink my teeth into his palm that he pulled his hand back. And all that did was further turn him on.
“Do your worst, Mystic,” he grunted, repeating my words back to me.
“Gage…condom,” I panted. “We…need…a condom.”
Anger crept into his blue eyes, and before I knew it, he had me flipped over, his imposing frame covering my entire back. He was buried deep inside me, the tip of his cock pushing on my cervix, making his invasion painful as hell, as he growled, “The fuck I’m putting a condom on.”
“Gage!”
He inched forward, pressing painfully. “You’re out of your mind if you think I’m wearing a condom with you.” His weight lifted, but before I could fight for freedom, Gage wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, and with all his weight, he anchored me to the bed. There was no way I was going to be able to buck him off. He went back to fucking me, and I was both equally scared and turned on.
His thrusts became brutal, and I knew he was in the zone where he could no longer consider me, but I had to try. “Gage…it’s not…safe!”
He ignored me like I knew he would, and the next thing I knew he was yanking me up, crushing my back to his chest. His hand came around the front, and now it was the front of my neck he was holding prisoner. Gage leaned down and bit my shoulder and my body shuttered of its own accord. The orgasm swept through my body, not surprising me one bit.
I lived for Gage’s brutality.
Gage pushed me back down on the bed before my orgasm had subsided, and when he pulled out of me, I knew what was next. We hadn’t done it often when we were kids because our time and opportunities to be together had been few and far between, so Gage always went straight to the sex. On rare occasions, we’d engage in foreplay, but the night of Margot’s birthday party had been the one and only time we’d had an entire night together. It was the first and only time he had taken his time to explore every inch of my skin, shocking me further with the things the boy had been compelled to do to me.
“Since you’re so fucking worried about pregnancy…” he snarled, not realizing pregnancy was the furthest thing from my mind.
Luckily, my body was relaxed enough from the ebbing sensations of my orgasm or else Gage would have ripped me open. Sadly, not that either of us were opposed to that. I felt the head of his cock push against the puckered resistance of my body, and my moan was two parts plea
sure and burning pain as he forced the head through and didn’t stop to give me a chance to get accustomed to his overwhelming size.
He fell back into the rhythm of pumping in and out of my body, and every thrust was proof that the man was pissed about everything that had to do with me. “I’ll just cum in your ass, Mystic. No worries,” he taunted, and it was the first time he’s ever been mean to me while we had sex.
Gage had always had a filthy mouth, but he had never spoken to me disrespectfully. He had left me bruised and battered, but because it was what we both had wanted. His dismissive tone irked me, which was stupid considering the things the man had done to my body. A lot more should have offended me aside that crappy little sentence.
Pleasure started taking place of the discomfort and I pushed back. I never told him, but this was one of the most favorite things I enjoyed when Gage and I were together. Maybe because we couldn’t engage in it often, or perhaps because it was taboo and forbidden, but I had loved how he had every part of me.
I found I still did.
I started moaning, and Gage’s anger shifted. “God, baby, your ass is so fucking tight wrapped around my cock,” he groaned, and I hated how I knew this was going to end badly.
I suspected Gage had ruined me for all other men when I was eighteen, but now, with him holding my ass cheeks in his hands, spreading them for his viewing pleasure as he plowed into my ass over and over, I knew for a fact I was ruined for anyone cursed enough to come into my life in the future.
“Harder,” I begged, giving myself over to the uncontrollable pleasure.
“Hang on, baby. This is going to hurt.”
And it did.
I was painfully aware that Gage has grown in more ways than one since we were kids. Gage slammed into my body, bottoming out each time, tearing at me and loving me at the same time. The screams became so loud, Gage had to shove my face into the pillows to keep the police from knocking on my door, and still he didn’t let up.
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