by Jenika Snow
She stood next to the door and listened, hearing the sound of falling water and hard, fast breathing. Her eyes grew wide, and a fresh stream of her moisture slipped out of her pussy. Oh my. Is Gage doing what I think he’s doing? Another low moan came from the other side of the door and had adrenalin pumping through her veins. She pushed the door open enough so that she could slip inside, steam saturating the small room and slightly suffocating her. She stayed close to the door, watching Gage’s body through the frosted shower curtain. She could see the outline of his muscular form, could even see his hand pumping up and down on his impossibly large cock. She clenched her fingers. She'd never been this daring, but she was somehow unable to help herself when it came to him.
It was an erotic show, and she could tell the exact moment Gage was about to come. His whole body tensed, and he sucked in a lungful of air, slamming his palm on the wall in front of him and throwing his head back. She was hyperventilating, doing everything in her power not to touch herself as she vaguely saw the jets of his semen shoot out of him. She couldn’t move, couldn’t even breathe as she watched him shut off the water and stand there breathing hard for a several seconds. She should have turned around and left, but she was rooted to the spot, her eyes staring at the shower curtain, willing it to open. As if her wish had come true, the curtain parted, and Gage stared at her without even looking surprised.
He was reaching for a towel, his arm staying midair as they held each other’s gaze. He slowly grabbed the towel and wrapped it around his waist, pushing the curtain fully open, his eyes never leaving hers. She should have said something, anything, but her mouth was incredibly dry, and her throat felt like it was closing off.
“I’m sorry.” She felt like an idiot as soon as the words left her lips, but she didn’t know what else to say. She had just been caught red-handed being a voyeur. He grabbed another towel, drying his upper body and hair off, not responding to her statement. She felt her face heating and turned to leave, gripping the doorknob just as he spoke.
“Neeka.”
She turned around slowly, loving the way his voice caught as he spoke her name. He stepped out of the shower and moved toward her. She pressed herself against the door with enough force that it slammed shut. He didn’t stop advancing on her until he was a foot away from her, his hair disheveled around his head, water droplets falling down his golden skin, his erection still evident through the towel.
“How long were you standing there?”
She licked her suddenly dry lips, wondering if she should lie. “Not long.” Not lying, but vague. She inhaled, smelling the soap and shampoo he used, but it wasn’t strong enough to mask his natural, woodsy scent. He placed his hands on the door, one on either side of her head as he leaned forward. She looked into his light green eyes, the color such a contrast to his sun-kissed skin and dark hair. She let her eyes travel down his thickly corded neck, over his rippling, hairless chest, and stop at his navel. A trail of dark hair started below his belly button, leading down and disappearing beneath the towel. His erection strained against the fabric, pointing toward her and causing a fresh gush of moisture to seep out of her.
“Did you like what you saw, Neeka?”
His voice was deep and gravely, so sexually laced that her whole body heated with awareness. Against her better judgment she nodded, licking her lips again and noticing how his gaze dropped down to her mouth. In the next instant, he crushed his lips against hers, speared his hand through her hair, and pulled her toward him. Her body molded to his, and she was very aware of how soft hers was compared to the hardness of his. She tilted her head and opened her mouth, moaning when his tongue slid inside and tangled with hers. The bathroom was humid, the moisture in the air causing beads of sweat to dot her body as her arousal spiked.
He ground his shaft into her, his cock like steel, monstrous and ready to take her. She spread her legs wider, Gage using the opportunity to move closer and press his erection against her mound. He broke away from her mouth, breathing heavily as he kissed a trail down her throat.
“Oh, Neeka. What you do to me.”
She let her head fall back against the door and closed her eyes, loving the feel of his tongue dancing along her flesh. His other hand gripped her waist, clenching and unclenching as he slowly moved it up. She thrust her breasts out, needing him to touch her, aching for him to caress her throbbing nipples. He took the hint, cupping the heavy mound and running his thumb over the engorged tip. She should have been embarrassed at how the nubs stabbed through the material of her shirt, as if seeking Gage’s mouth, needing that hot cavern or they wouldn’t be satisfied.
His took his other hand and reached around, cupping her ass and lifting her slightly. She teetered on her toes, gasping as his cock nudged her clit. He slid his hand over the globes of her bottom, slipping between her cheeks, and running his fingers up and down the center of her body.
“I can feel how wet and hot you are for me, Neeka.” He ran his tongue along the shell of her ear, and she shivered. “Tell me we need to stop. Tell me right now, and this will end.”
She had no intention of doing any such thing, not when her body was more alive than it ever had been. She opened her eyes and was surprised to see him staring at her, his expression fierce and serious.
“No, I want this just as much as you do.” She moved her hand between their bodies and gripped his cock, her eyes widening at how large he really was. He hissed between his teeth and then groaned, dropping his head slightly so that he was looking at her with half-lidded eyes. He kissed her again, his tongue sliding along her lips, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin.
Both of his hands cupped her ass and lifted her, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. He opened the door and moved into the bedroom, his mouth working on hers, his hands tightening on her bottom. With every step he took, his shaft bumped her cleft, rubbing along her clit and making her tingle all over. The air in the room was chilly, a comparable difference to the humidity of the bathroom. Gage set her on the floor, her body sliding down his in a sensual way. She could feel the bed bump against the back of her thighs, the reality of what they were about to do finally taking root. He stepped away from her, and she took a deep breath, her body primed and ready for him.
Chapter Nine
“Take off the clothes, Neeka.” Gage spoke low, giving her plenty of time to change her mind. If she was going to do it, she needed to do it now because he knew once he started, he wouldn’t be able to stop. Her mouth opened slightly, and he thought she might call it off. It would be best, he didn’t dispute that, but he was rock hard for her, his feelings making everything seem confusing.
She didn’t stop, though.
He tried to control his breathing as he watched her small hands move to her shirt, slipping the straps down her arms before pulling it completely off. She wore no bra, and when he saw her small, high breasts, his mouth watered and his cock throbbed beneath his towel.
“The shorts and underwear, too.” Was that his voice? Gruff like he hadn’t used it in weeks? He was barely reining in his control. All he wanted to do was go to her right now, tear the clothing off of her, have her sprawled out on the bed beneath him, and slide his shaft into her willing body. He knew she was ready for him, knew that when he pressed into her tight cunt it would be bliss.
Her fingers undid the button and zipper, pushing the material over her hips and shimmying out of her shorts. Her hips swayed back and forth, a tempting display that showed off slim figure. She stood in front of him in a pair of white bikini panties, so innocent yet seductive-looking that he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from growling in male appreciation. She looped her finger under the waistband of the panties, hesitating for a minute before she continued. When they were pooled at her feet, she lifted her leg and tossed them to the side. He inhaled sharply, her movements causing him to get a glimpse of her pink pussy lips and the moisture that had started to coat them.
That was his breaking
point. He was in front of her in the next instant, wrapping his hands around her waist and all but tossing her on the bed. He heard her suck in a breath, her body bouncing twice on the mattress, her legs slightly open and her slit clearly visible to him.
He ripped the towel off, throwing it on the floor and stood before her. He loved the way her eyes roamed over his body, slightly widening when they landed on his shaft. He gripped it and started a slow stroke, more torturous than pleasurable. “Tell me you want this, Neeka.” She was quiet for a second before brushing a stray strand of hair away from her cheek.
“I want this. I want you, Gage.” She sighed, leaning back and resting on her elbows, slowly spreading her legs wide.
He tightened his grip on his cock and ran his other hand over his mouth, taking in how her pussy lips spread beneath his gaze. She was a soft pink color, her juices shining under the dim light of the lamp and coating the inside of her thighs. He knelt on the bed, slowly moving toward her, his gaze going from her cunt to her soft blue eyes. He lay beside her, running his fingers through her silky hair and kissing her gently. He wanted nothing more than to push into her, but he needed to go slow, needed to control himself. He broke the kiss and reached over to his pants that were lying beside the bed. Grabbing a condom, he quickly put it on and went back up the task of kissing her.
She tasted like honey, so smooth and sweet, and he knew her pussy would be like that. Kissing a path down her throat, he stopped at her breasts and slid his tongue along the stiff nipple. Her areolas were small and a light brown color. He sucked one of the buds into his mouth, pulling on it with his lips, nipping at it with his teeth. She made soft mewling noises above him, and he sneaked a glance up, her eyes closed in pleasure, her hands gripping the sheets. He sucked harder, moving his hand to her other breast and tweaking her nipple until it stood as stiff and hard as the one he sucked on.
He alternated between breasts, sucking and nipping, letting them come out of his mouth with a resounding pop that fueled his desire. He moved lower, kissing and licking over her ribs, down her flat belly, and dipping his tongue in her navel before running his teeth along her waist. She lifted her hips, thrusting her pussy toward him.
“Spread your legs for me, baby.” She slowly spread them wide, the smell of her desire like a pheromone to him. Her cunt spread open like a blooming flower, her hard, little clit coming into view. Her pussy hole was small, tight. He knew he would have to get her primed and ready for when he pushed his cock into her. He knew it would be bliss, an exquisite pleasure that would not compare to anything else.
He kissed her clit, a gentle motion that had her body twitching in response. He moved a little lower, adjusting himself so he was lying between her spread legs, her swollen cleft right in front of him. He flattened his tongue and ran it from her pussy hole to the top of her mound, repeating the action when she moaned aloud. He groaned at her taste, so addictive and intoxicating.
“Oh yes, Gage, more, please more.”
He obliged, licking her until she was thrusting her hips up to meet his actions. He teased her pussy hole with one finger, her moisture making his finger slick and causing it to slip into her easily. He pushed it all the way in, her pleasure-filled gasp urging him to use another one. He sucked on her clit as he pushed the second digit in, scissoring his fingers and preparing her for when he pushed his cock into her tight little cunt.
“Oh yes, yes, yes. I’m so close.”
He looked up, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her neck straining as he pumped his fingers in and out of her and sucked on the little bud, faster, harder. He growled around her engorged flesh when he felt her juices coat his hand. Her groan of pleasure was low, her orgasm causing her whole body to tighten up. Her inner walls squeezed his fingers, milking them as they would his cock very shortly.
“Come again, Neeka.” He was panting now, thrusting his cock against the mattress, the pleasure almost too much to handle. Her pleasure was his, and when she climaxed for a second time, he pulled his fingers out and slanted his mouth over her clenching hole, lapping up and swallowing her fluid while grunting in delight. He stopped pumping his hips when he was about to come, taking several calming breaths and moving so that he was covering her body with his own. He kissed her slowly as she looked up at him with a pleasure-induced high.
“I want you inside of me so badly.”
That was all it took. He gripped his shaft and guided it to her pussy, running it over the length of her cleft and gently pressing it against her still-pulsing clit. She gasped and then moaned, lifting her hips and urging him without words as to what she really wanted. He pressed his cock head against her pussy hole, gently pushing in and gritting his teeth as she stretched around him. She was so tight and hot, like an iron fist squeezing him. He pressed his hips into her, his shaft dragging along her inner walls, the sensations so intense sweat started to break out over his skin.
“It feels so good to be inside of you, Neeka. Does it feel good for you, baby?”
She was staring up at him with slightly wide eyes, her breathing quick and shallow. “It feels so good, Gage.” She whispered the words, her breath coasting over his face in sweet puffs of air. When his shaft was completely buried inside of her tight cunt, he stilled, letting her body adjust to his size. He could feel her pulse around his cock, her inner muscles clenching and unclenching. He closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath, willing himself to stay in control.
He slowly started to pull out, her pussy contracting along his shaft, her juices making his way wet, juicy. They were both panting, their breath mingling as their bodies tensed. He slid almost all the way out, his cock head resting right at the entrance of her body. He pushed inside, a little faster this time, both of them moaning in unison. He pulled out and pushed back in, over and over again until his hips were moving on their own, slamming into her as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He brought his mouth to hers, their tongues thrusting in and out of each other’s mouths and mimicking what his cock was doing to her pussy. He pumped into her, sweat coating their bodies, her hips lifting up to meet his. He rolled onto his back, never breaking their contact as she now straddled his waist. She didn’t hesitate as she lifted her hips and pushed them back down, her mouth teasing his, the bed slamming into the wall from the motions. He gripped her waist, pumping his hips up, slamming his cock into her every time she pressed her pussy down on him.
In and out. In and out.
He ripped his mouth away from her and cupped her cheek, her hair damp from sweat, the strands sticking to the sides of her face. “You are so beautiful. I want you to come all over my cock, Neeka.” Her face took on a look of extreme pleasure. “I want you to come right now. I want your sweet little pussy to milk my cock.” She opened her mouth and cried out, tossing her head back, her breasts thrust out. A deep red flush started to spread over her skin, her impending orgasm obvious.
She leaned back and rested her hands behind her, on the tops of his thighs, digging her nails into his flesh as both of their bodies tensed with their climaxes. She picked up her motions and then stilled, her juices flowing out of her and covering his cock. That was all it took to send him over the edge. He grabbed her waist and slammed into her once, twice, and on the third time he shouted out his release. Her pussy continued to contract around him, her gasp of pleasure an aphrodisiac all on its own. She sucked in one last lungful of air and collapsed on his chest.
He wrapped his arms around her, running his fingers up and down her back as they both breathed heavily. He moved to his side, Neeka making soft sounds as he pulled out of her, grimacing at how snug she was around his shaft. He looked down at her as she rolled onto her belly, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open. He went to the bathroom and cleaned up, grabbed a washcloth, and came back in the room to clean her up. She was already asleep, not even waking when he gently washed her.
He slipped on his boxers and brought his gun to sit next to him on the bedside table. He turned off
the light and pulled her into his arms, her body fitting perfectly against his own as he closed his eyes. It was then that he finally let himself feel the emotions that she awoke in him. Never had he felt such strong feelings for another human being, and he knew that he would never let anything harm Neeka again. Even though he felt this way, he knew it couldn’t last, knew if she was with him she would never be safe. He would have to leave her with Edward McCarthy without looking back.
Chapter Ten
“Baby, wake up.”
Neeka slowly opened her eyes, darkness surrounding her, but fear not assaulting her. She could smell Gage’s intoxicating aroma waft all around her, could feel his body heat surround her, and finally felt safe since her capture.
“Neeka, wake up.”
His hand landed on her shoulder and shook it a little. “Hmm?”
“You need to get dressed.”
She felt him leave the bed, and she wrapped the blankets around her body. The air conditioner was still blowing out arctic air, and the fact that she was nude wasn’t helping her stay warm now that she was alone in the bed. As her eyes finally adjusted, she could vaguely make out Gage dressing. A sliver of light speared into the room, the setting sun evident through the small crack in the blinds. She sat up, hearing car doors slamming which made her heart rate pick up. Had they found them?
“Get dressed now.”
The deepness of Gage’s words had her sprinting into action. She found a clean set of clothes and quickly dressed, walking up to him and trying to see out of the window. “Have they found us?”
“I’m not sure. It’s two men in street clothes driving a beat-up pickup. It could be nothing, but I want you to be prepared to leave if I give the word.” He looked down at her, the light from the setting sun painting his face in a muted gold hue. He leaned down and kissed her gently, his attention going back to the window. He stepped away and started rifling through the duffle bag, his movements brisk yet coordinated. She watched as he pulled out a pair of black ear buds and a small box-like device that fit in the palm of his hand. He pressed a few buttons and placed the ear buds in, motioning for her to be quiet when she was about to speak.