by Emily Snow
He slowly licked his lips, his breathing even as he moved in closer. “I’ve got to stop getting you drunk,” he murmured teasingly.
I smiled up at him, moving in closer. Heat radiated from his body to mine, and soon I pressed my cheek against his chest. Oh boy, my head was swimming badly. With the bus moving, it wasn’t helping my stomach, either.
“Are you okay?” he asked into my hair.
“I should have told you I didn’t eat much earlier.”
Gage stiffened and pulled back a little. Tilting my chin with his finger, he gazed into my eyes, his head cocked. “Do you feel sick?”
“A little,” I admitted.
He sighed, lifting me into his arms. I laid the side of my head against his chest and his heartbeat soothed me a little. He hurried to his room and placed me on the bed. He then bent down to take off my shoes.
“Don’t stare at my feet.” I giggled.
He laughed, removing my socks as well. He took a good look at my toes that were painted a metallic blue and then looked up at me. “They’re cute.” I rolled my eyes and he stood up straight. “Do you wanna take a quick shower? I can go find something for you eat while you’re in there.”
The shower sounded nice so I nodded and he helped me to my feet. I didn’t know why I felt so weak. My knees were wobbly and as we stepped into the bathroom and the light turned on, I winced. Gage noticed me stiffen at his side and looked down at me, his eyes clouded with worry.
He lifted me up, placing me on the counter and stepping between my legs. I shut my eyes, craving to just lie against his chest. That’s all I wanted. The warmth of his body. His small forehead kisses. “Eliza,” he called. My eyelids fluttered open, and he lowered a bit, ducking his head to try and catch my droopy eyes. “You’re really out of it,” he laughed. “We’re gonna have to cut back on some of the drinking. I always forget you’re a lightweight.”
I bit on a smile and then reached for the hem of my shirt. Not thinking, I pulled it over my head, the cotton blocking my view of him. As soon as I tossed my shirt on the floor, he was staring at me and had taken a step back. His eyes that were once smiling were now hard and his lips were pressed together into a thin line.
“I’ll start the shower,” he murmured. He stole a glance of my purple bra before turning and sliding open the shower door. I shut my eyes again and pressed my back against the mirror. It was cold against my back but felt good considering how flushed and heated I was becoming. My stomach was boiling over and I knew it was the beers, but I kept absolutely still. I refused to vomit in front of Gage. It would have been too unladylike of me.
The water from the shower spluttered and I heard Gage sigh. “Come on, Sweet Ellie.” He grunted, helping me get down from the counter. I opened my eyes and looked at him, but he wasn’t looking at me. He was too busy trying to unbutton my pants. A line drew between his eyebrows, showing how focused and determined he was to get them undone. Little did he know he had three more buttons to undo before I could slip out of them. I laughed at the thought and he looked up at me. “What?” he said, laughing back.
“Nothing,” I murmured.
He shook his head with a small smile, lowering himself into a squat. He saw the three buttons and looked up at me, smiling even harder. “Sneaky girl.”
I smirked as he finally undid the first button. Steam filled the bathroom, making me even more flushed. I could have helped him, but I liked that he had his hands on me. I liked seeing him concentrate. It was cute.
Finally undoing the last button, he slid my shorts down to my ankles. I was glad I had on a cute pair of lacey pink panties. Wearing granny panties in front of Gage wouldn’t have been so appealing. But during my thought of granny panties, the bathroom had become completely silent. Outside of the running shower water, we were still, unmoving.
He took a look up at me beneath his long, thick eyelashes, sliding his hands up my thighs. His fingers slid around to the back of my legs and his breathing picked up. He was panting, and so was I. He slowly licked his lips, his eyes moving from mine to my bra and then down to my panties. The look in his eyes was driving me insane. I wanted to know so badly what he was thinking, but instead, I remained quiet.
Each passing second felt like an hour… and then he finally made a move, lowering his head, his gaze drifting from my body. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
He shook his head and slowly stood up straight. There were a few things behind his eyes I could make out as he stared into mine. Pleasure. Longing. Annoyance. Guilt. Why did I spot annoyance and guilt? I was about to question it until he took a step back to get to the door. “Shower up, Ellie. I’ll bring you a towel.”
I zipped my lips, watching as the door shut behind him. Sighing, I slipped out of my bra and panties and stepped into the warm steam of the shower. As it ran over me, I exhaled, but out of nowhere, tightness crept up my throat. I turned quickly to find the drain, allowing vomit to splurge. Fire burned my stomach and throat. It hurt so badly. I’d never vomited from drinking before, but it was the worst feeling. At least I had the warm water to soothe me and at least the vomit wasn’t thick and clumpy. It easily went down the drain and once my stomach was clear, I stood up straight and felt ten times better. I was still drunk without a doubt, but knowing my stomach was free of that mess made me a bit of a happy camper.
Grabbing the bar soap, I lathered it over me, my head tilted back in the running water until the bathroom door creaked open. My eyes widened, seeing Gage through the opaque glass door of the shower. His figure was solid, sexy. His strides toward the shower were cautious as he placed the towel on the rod.
He was about to turn around, but, surprisingly, I called his name and he stopped, taking a glance over his shoulder. A million thoughts were running through my drunken head. One of them was to tell him thanks… just because. Another was to ask for a kiss. It was odd, but I just wanted to feel him. The last was to tell him to come into the shower with me.
“Yeah?” Gage called, turning around.
I chewed on my bottom lip, the silence ringing between us. Finally, I asked, “Can you come in with me?”
He remained quiet for a few seconds. Through the opaque glass, he was perfectly still. Unmoving. Then, slowly and still quiet, he pulled his shirt over his head. He unbuttoned his jeans, kicked off his shoes, slid out of his boxers and jeans, and then walked toward the shower. My heart raced with each step closer. It raced even more as he grabbed the handle of the shower door and slid it open.
He stepped in without looking at me and I stepped beneath the water, as if it were going to hide my naked body. I held the bar of soap against my chest and as soon as Gage slid the shower door shut behind him, his heavy hazel eyes met mine.
For the most part, we were quiet. It wasn’t awkward to stare because he had more than enough to stare at and keep me quiet. Although the features of his face were hard, his eyes were tranquil, admiring the naked aspects of my body. My eyes traveled from his face to his broad chest. There was a tattoo of a woman’s name right below his left collarbone, almost where his heart would be. The name was Chloe and was in a flowing script.
The dragon on his ribs was defined; the blue and black stood out most. A splash of orange came out of its mouth and its head was tilted up, as if it were burning his armpit. My eyes continued traveling southward until they got to the main attraction. He wasn’t soft. He was hard, probably harder than a rock. I had the urge to grab him, stroke him… maybe even get a taste of him, but I held off, suddenly realizing I was the reason he was getting turned on.
Gage finally made the first move. His actions were deliberate, but he was going for it. He cupped my face, taking the soap out of my hand, placing it down, and then pulling my lips to his and kissing me fiercely.
I drowned in his touch, my body sinking against his firm upper half. He swallowed my moans and his tongue ran over and slipped beneath mine. His panting increased, his whole body turned rigid. He then picked me up and I had no problem wrapping my le
gs around him. My back pressed against the cool shower wall, but our lips never parted.
Groaning, his head moved down and he licked the droplets off my neck. He kissed and sucked on me tenderly, his arousal digging into me. He was so close to my entrance that it frightened me yet turned me on at the same time. I wanted it more than I realized. My body was yearning, craving for him to just take me there. There’d been so much sexual tension between us that it was starting to kill me. It wasn’t my fault, either. It was always Gage. He always held off whenever we would get too close to having sex. He was the one who always pulled away, knowing I wouldn’t mind it. I would never question it and he would never explain it. Instead, he would do something else like take me out, eat me out, or cuddle with me until I would stop thinking about it.
This time I felt more than ready for it and he had no excuse.
“Gage… please,” I begged into his ear, my voice raspy.
He tensed, his whole body stilling against mine. He pulled back a little, his lips leaving my neck so he could get a look into my eyes. I spotted the uneasiness behind them. What was so wrong with taking my virginity? Why was he feeling so guilty about it? We had to get it over with anyway. Why not hurry and do it?
“Eliza…” He shook his head. “I can’t.”
“Why not?”
His head lowered shamefully. Water splattered on us, some catching on his long eyelashes that were touching his cheekbones. “Is this really what you want? For me to take it?”
I nodded quickly. I couldn’t think of anyone else I wanted to have it. “You told me to wait for the right time, Gage.” I kissed his cheek and then cupped his jawline, lifting his head to meet his eyes. “This feels like the right time.”
He stared into my eyes briefly. His were wide, taken off guard for just a moment, but then he grunted and moved in rapidly, his lips crushing mine as he turned around. His hand left my waist to shut off the water and he slid the shower door open, stepping out with me still bound around him. He stumbled toward the bedroom and luckily we didn’t slip and fall on the bathroom floor because we were dripping wet.
His bed came into view and he laid me down. The lights were off, but the moon filtered in from the window above us. With the bus in motion, it made my head swim a little bit more. From the moonlight, Gage’s features turned harder than steel. He slid me toward the top of the bed, and I rested my head on the pillows that smelled just like him.
He swallowed noisily, staring at me as I lay naked before him. I was slightly embarrassed, but with the alcohol still penetrating through my system, I couldn’t look away. I didn’t care, especially as he moved up, dividing my legs with his knee. He breathed onto me and I shuddered delightfully from the warmth against my slick skin. He climbed between my legs, his lips hovering above mine. I swallowed slowly, staring into the pool of hazel drinking me in.
“I don’t wanna hurt you, Eliza,” Gage whispered.
I craned my arms around his neck, refusing him to move away. “You won’t, Gage. I know hurting me isn’t your intention.”
He blinked quickly, still looking into my eyes. He didn’t speak again. Instead, he devoured my lips and glided his tongue into my mouth. His hands snuck down to my waist and his cock pressed even harder against me. I moaned into his mouth, ready for him to just take me. One of his hands left my waist to reach into the nightstand beside his bed. I didn’t open my eyes. I was too indulged in the kiss. He was multitasking and, damn it, he was good at it.
The crinkling of plastic filled the silence and Gage moved back a little, his lips leaving mine briefly as he looked down. When he was finished, he looked into my eyes and pulled my hips into his, forcing me to wrap my legs around him. “Are you sure?” he whispered, kissing my jawline. His kisses moved up to the lobe of my ear and I nodded as he throbbed against me. Apparently I wasn’t the only one ready. “I’ll be as gentle as I can,” he whispered.
I froze as he said that, realizing this was my virginity he was taking. He was about to deflower me and make me into a real woman. With that there was pain and I wasn’t too fond of pain. But, then again, I’d dealt with so much before that pain had become just a word to me. I’d overcome it all and this had to be nothing compared to what I’d gone through.
I nodded slowly, squeezing my arms around his neck. He stared down at me, his eyes concrete. As he stuck the tip inside me, I gasped and he paused. I shook my head at him, squeezing my arms around him tighter. “It’s okay,” I whispered.
“Are you sure? Am I… am I hurting you?”
“No.”
He took a deep, rigid breath and then placed his lips on mine to most likely calm me down and loosen me up. The tip pressed into my entrance again and I hissed through my teeth, my fingernails biting into his skin. I refused for him to stop again. It’s what I wanted it and I wanted to make it as unproblematic as possible for him, even if I was accepting all the pain.
I looked up slowly and he watched every emotion taking hold of my face. He slid into me some more, stretching me open, and I sucked in a breath through my teeth, biting my nails into his back once again. He didn’t wince, but he was about to stop. I shook my head at him. Even though he was large and quite thick, I didn’t want him to stop. We were pretty much there.
“Eliza, if I’m hurting you—”
I brought a hand forward to press my finger against the fold of his lips. “It’s okay, Gage. Keep going.” I smiled as warmly as I could beneath the moonlight and he nodded, his lips pressed. He continued sliding himself into me, watching me wince, blink hard, bite my lower lip, and then look into his eyes until finally the pain was gone. I could finally feel him without any kind of ache or stretching. He was fully inside me and once he noticed, he looked down at me and kissed me.
“Ready?” he whispered against my lips.
I nodded eagerly and his strokes deepened. He placed his face into my neck as he cupped my ass, burying himself within me. I never knew I could feel so pleasured, so excited. My moans grew louder and my fingernails kept clawing into his back. He grunted against my neck, gripping my hips so tightly I thought he was in pain. As he lifted up, I figured maybe he was.
Veins popped out of his neck as he tried to keep himself composed and gentle. He was holding back on me. I placed my hand on his chest, bringing my other hand up to cup his face. I brought his head down so we were nose-to-nose and whispered, “It’s okay. I can handle it. Let go.”
With those words alone, the intensity grew. I was nearly screaming as he began beating against me, circling his thumb around my clit, causing me to rise and sink against him. He was creating orgasm after orgasm, wave after wave, and I enjoyed it to the full extent.
His mouth devoured mine and my fingers ran through his hair, his hands cupping my ass as he slammed into me continuously. The headboard banged against the wall so loud it almost made my moaning and his groaning inaudible.
During the last few seconds, Gage picked up his speed, lifting my hips higher and pounding into me over and over again. I screamed wildly, thrilled but most of all turned on by his blazing eyes watching my every move. Finally, I bucked against him because it was coming. He growled deeply, bending down to bury his face into the crook of my neck. “I’ve wanted this from you for so long, Eliza,” he breathed. “So. Fucking. Long.”
I yelped, the pleasure coursing through me. Heat and pleasure raced between my legs and Gage groaned, allowing me to drench him with the flowing juices. Slamming and shuddering, he grunted some mild profanity as I squealed, pulling him down against me. He quaked a dozen times and within me I felt the heat through his condom. He shuddered again and again until finally his body lacked tension and he collapsed on top of me. We both panted into one another’s ears, letting the silence ride. A few minutes passed and I still didn’t want to move.
That was… amazing. Mind-blowing. Incredible. My first time and it was way better than I’d ever imagined. Unfortunately, my eyelids started getting droopy and Gage’s breathing evened out. He w
asn’t saying a thing, and I knew he was just as worn and tired as I was.
Sometime during our weariness, he’d pulled himself out of me, went to the bathroom to remove his condom, turn off the light, and then came back, pulling the blankets over our still-naked bodies. I didn’t mind the thought of being naked in the same bed as him. He’d just given me that kind of freedom. It was a freedom I enjoyed. One I wanted to cherish.
Our bodies molded and I placed my arm over his waist, my cheek resting against his defined chest as I ran my fingers up and down his arm. Our legs were tangled, breaths entwining, as he stroked my cheek, my hair. His steady heartbeat soothed me again and he kissed my forehead before sighing deeply and allowing his head to fall back and his eyes to shut.
This night with Gage had to be one of the best nights we’d shared so far.
It was perfection.
I never wanted it to end.
SISTER
I woke up, still satisfied from the night before. I stretched, gazing up at the ceiling, feeling a slight twinge between my legs. I pulled the covers off to look down. There was some blood on the white sheets and I gasped, thinking maybe there really was a cherry down there.
Shrugging, I glanced where Gage had been sleeping, noticing his clothes and shoes still on the floor. I heard deep voices chatting a short distance away and figured he was out talking to one of his band brothers.
With a sigh, I hopped from the bed and grabbed the change of clothes I’d packed into a smaller bag. After taking a quick and thorough shower, I pulled my hair up into a tight ponytail and stared at Gage’s messy sheets with my hand on my hip.
I couldn’t leave them there and I definitely didn’t want the blood to be a reminder to him of what he’d just taken. I wanted it to seem like casual, meaningless sex so I pulled the blankets off the bed. I took the sheets off and tossed everything into a corner before going for his closet and finding new bedding.
After making the bed, fluffing the pillows, and tossing the ruined sheets beside my bag, I slid my toes around the thongs of my flip-flops and opened the door. I inhaled deeply, the thick, rich aroma of coffee lingering in the air.