by Lola Rivera
Backed up against the counter, I stared up at him. He invaded my personal space, his heat and scent engulfing me. His strong, protective arms slid around my waist, and I relaxed against him, sagging with relief as he held me. I didn't have to speak. Gage seemed to know. He simply held me and rubbed my back as I clung to him.
"I'm sorry, sugar. I know this isn't easy." Gage kissed the top of my head. "I'm not going to lie and say it gets better. It will probably always be hard around the holidays. I still miss my mom something fierce. It's painful to lose a parent."
Knowing he would understand, I confessed, “I was sitting there at the table, watching Jack and Mom together, and all I could think was that this thing between us might never have happened if Dad had survived that shooting.”
I bit my lower lip as it wobbled. Something painful and horrible clogged my throat. Sobbing, I admitted, “I wasn’t sure what to feel about that. I miss my dad so much, and I hate that he never got to see me graduate from high school or go to the prom or learn to drive. He’ll never see me get married or meet his grandchildren.”
I let loose a ragged sigh. “But I care about you so much, and I felt really sick inside when I thought that I might never have gotten to know you like this if Jack and Mom hadn’t gotten married.” Crying loudly, I asked, “How awful is that?”
“Oh, baby.” He hugged me even tighter. “You are not awful. It’s normal to think about the what-ifs.” Cupping my face in both hands, he said, “I believe that we would have found each other eventually. Hell, we might have even gotten together earlier if this whole messy stepbrother-stepsister thing wasn’t an issue. You would have just been my dad’s partner’s daughter. It would have been easier for damn sure.”
He studied me for a long, intense moment. “You need to quit thinking such sad things.” He dipped his head and murmured against my mouth, “Let me distract you.”
I wasn’t about to say no to that. Our lips met in a gentle, searching kiss. I rose on tiptoes to deepen it. My tongue darted inside his mouth and swept his. He groaned softly and slid his hand along the curve of my back to grip my ass cheek. The silicone plug in my bottom shifted slightly, and I moaned.
Fully aware I would have a hard time being quiet, Gage reached over and flicked on the exhaust fan. He also turned on the water, letting it splash loudly into the sink. Hopefully, that white noise would cover the soft moans and groans he was sure to elicit from my mouth. I just had to remember not to scream or shout when Gage finally pushed me over the edge into climax. As mischievous as he could be, I wouldn’t be surprised if he made it even harder for me to keep quiet.
Gage's lips trailed along the curve of my throat. Would he mark me with his teeth? Would he leave a love bite? No, today, he played nice. Though I loved wearing his marks on my skin around campus, I wasn't so sure about doing it here. It would make that whole lets-keep-this-a-secret business a little tough.
I gasped as Gage gripped the waist of my panties and tugged them down to my thighs. He gave another jerk and they fell down around my ankles. I lifted my right foot and shook them off. No longer bound by the fabric, I widened my thighs and welcomed his seeking hand. His fingers followed the seam of my pussy and penetrated me roughly. I jerked against the counter as his thick, rough fingers glided in and out of my tight channel.
In no time at all, I was wet and flooding his fingers with my slick heat. Gage dropped to his knees and pushed my skirt up around my waist. I grabbed the fabric and tucked into the waistband. He grasped my inner thighs and pushed them far apart. His mouth touched my pussy, and my knees wobbled.
I gripped the countertop and watched Gage's shaved head moving side to side. He opened my labia with his thumbs and let his tongue glide through my folds. He flicked my clit a few times before sliding even lower. His tongue penetrated me, and I moaned as softly as possible. He laughed against me, the low rumble vibrating through my core.
When his tongue traveled back to my clitoris, I pumped my hips. He flicked the swollen kernel and sucked it gently. I couldn't believe Gage was eating my pussy right here, right now. Our family and friends were milling about the big, old house. All that separated and protected us were a couple of locked doors. If anyone discovered us, I would probably die from embarrassment. Having sex in the bathroom at your mom and stepdad's house? On Thanksgiving? Yeah. Really uncool.
Gage gripped the base of the silicone plug and started to slowly fuck me with it. I whimpered at the wild sensation of having my clit licked and my ass stretched. The tapered silicone plug felt so good gliding in and out of me. All during dinner and the chit-chat after I had been so ridiculously aware of that thing buried inside me. With every movement, it had shifted. I had been sure everyone at the table had known what a dirty girl I was but no. It was our secret only—and so fucking hot.
"Gage!" His name escaped my lips before I could stop it. I bit my lower lip and rocked my hips as he went crazy between my legs. That skilled tongue of his fluttered over my clit. He fucked me shallow and fast with the plug, making sure the widest part of the silicone toy kept my bottom stretched. He tugged my clit between his lips and rubbed his tongue over it.
"Gage!" I whispered his name on a harsh sigh. That coil of pleasure in my lower belly sprang free. I came hard against his mouth, my pussy pulsing and clenching in rhythm with the bursts of ecstasy exploding in my core.
I still trembled with aftershocks when Gage suddenly stood, unzipped his jeans, freed his cock and rammed it right inside me. He grasped my ass and lifted me onto the countertop. My bare ass squealed against the cold granite as he fucked me with his massive cock. The plug in my bottom made it an even tighter fit. Every nerve below my navel tingled.
I couldn't get enough of Gage. I clutched his backside through the rough denim of his jeans and urged him to take me harder and faster. Our tongues danced as he thrust into me. I locked my legs around his waist and pulled him deep inside me.
"Gage, please," I begged, suddenly close again.
"Tell me," he ordered, his lips touching mine. "Tell me what you want, Meg."
"I want to come."
He grabbed my hand and pushed my fingers down to the spot where our bodies joined. His tongue stabbed into my mouth after he gave his silent instruction. I wasted no time touching my clit, rubbing it the way I liked best with my wrist flicking quickly and my fingertips applying just the right amount of pressure.
Gage took me hard and fast now. Our bodies slapped together noisily. I prayed Aunt Vicki had stayed downstairs. There was no doubt she would be able to hear us in the bathroom, even over the humming whir of the fan if she had come up to the guest room.
But I didn't care. In that moment, Gage and the mutual race toward orgasm were the only things that mattered to me. Everything else faded into the background as I focused on his face and those soft green eyes I had come to love so much. He nuzzled his nose against mine, and the stubble on his cheek rasped my skin as he dropped his lips to my jaw and then my neck. He teethed a spot there and bit down hard enough to make me gasp.
That was all it took. I shattered in his arms. He shoved so deep and hard inside me that I slid back and hit the back of my head on the mirror. The brief burst of pain was overwhelmed by the absolute joy of the moment. My pussy gripped him as those spasms overtook me. I milked his cock, dragging every last drop of cum from him until he slumped against me.
His mouth found mine. We kissed and groped atop the counter. He gently rubbed the back of my head and shot me an apologetic look. I smiled sappily, not one bit concerned about the small bump that was no doubt sprouting back there. Gage just chuckled softly and caressed me. He had put a smile on my face and seemed intent on enjoying it.
When he finally pulled out of me, I winced. He didn't miss the expression. Touching my cheek, he asked, "Are you all right?"
"Yeah. It just got a bit rough there at the end."
"Sorry," he said, clearly abashed. "I lost control. I should have been more careful with you in that position, espec
ially with the plug inside your ass."
"It's okay. This quickie was worth it."
Laughing, Gage tucked himself inside his jeans and fastened them. He reached into the pocket of his jeans and removed a plastic baggie. "Turn around. Arms on the counter."
I swallowed hard and slid off the counter. My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I faced the mirror. Gage sidled up against my bared ass. He caressed my naked skin and pushed my shirt up enough to reveal my back. His lips danced across my lower back, making me shiver with each feather-light touch.
"You did well today with this." He grasped the base of the plug and began to slowly remove it. "I'm proud of you for taking your punishment without too much complaint."
Our gazes met in the mirror. He smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back. I wasn't always the most cooperative submissive and could be a bit bratty. I think he rather liked me that way so I didn't plan to become more compliant. I had to keep him on his toes, right?
I gasped as the plug finally left my bottom. My anus ached with emptiness. It wasn't a painful ache, though. It was just a throbbing discomfort. I wiggled my butt and Gage gave it a playful smack. "Ow!"
He rolled his eyes. "Really, Meg? You're going to complain about that light tap?" He pinched my backside and made me yelp. "Maybe I should haul you into your bedroom and spank you hard enough to give you something to really whine about."
"No!" I shook my head at the very idea of being spanked in my bedroom. That was one thing I couldn't do quietly. We would have half the family beating down the door to save me if they heard me squealing as Gage spanked me.
He chuckled softly and kissed my neck. The plug dropped into the sink. He placed the empty plastic baggie onto the counter. "Clean that toy and store it in this."
I frowned. "Why do I have to clean it?"
"Because you wore it."
"Oh, that's very convenient."
"I like to think so," he agreed with a grin. "Now turn around and kiss me before I go."
"Yes, Sir." I planted a proper kiss on his lips. Our mouths lingered for a moment before he pulled away. I didn't want him to go but figured we were probably already being missed. "If anyone asks, we were just talking."
"Yep. Talking." Gage tugged on a handful of my hair. He kissed my forehead. "Leave your bedroom door unlocked tonight."
"Yes, Sir." A ripple of excitement shook me. I could only imagine what kind of debauched antics we were going to get up to in my small twin-sized bed. I just hoped the antique frame could keep up with us.
Chapter Ten
Later that night, I watched a rerun of my favorite crime show while I waited for Gage to come visit me. Long after midnight, I had just started to drift off when I heard the soft click of my door knob turning. A swarm of butterflies fluttered through my stomach as I eagerly watched the doorway. Gage ducked inside quickly and shut the door behind him so quietly I didn’t even hear it latch. He made sure to turn the lock just as silently.
Proving what a deadly soldier he had been, he crept across my bedroom, the light from the TV illuminating his unbelievably sexy body, without making any noise. He slid into bed with me, tossing back my covers and dragging his hungry, needy gaze down my body. I wore only one of his faded SWAT tees. A nightgown, the kind that was modest enough to be seen by family and not even the least bit sexy, was draped over the end of my bed, just in case I needed to change quickly.
Chuckling with amusement, Gage planted ticklish kisses along my neck and shoulders. He grabbed my arms and forced them over my head. Straddling my thighs, he pinned me to the bed and brushed his lips across mine. “I didn’t think Dad was ever going to go the hell to bed.”
“Maybe he knows?” I whispered worriedly. Earlier, when we had all been piled into the living room watching the football game, I had noticed Jack watching me as I brought Gage a beer and cleared away his empty bottle. I hadn’t been thinking when I had touched his back, trailing my fingers across his shoulders. It had been the kind of thing a girlfriend—not a roommate—would do. Jack had stared at me a moment too long before turning his attention back to the game. He hadn’t said anything, but I wondered…
“If does, he won’t say anything until we do.” Gage flicked his tongue against the seam of my mouth. “Stop worrying. Let me make love to you.”
“It’s dirty,” I whispered anxiously. “To have sex here in my bedroom with our family all around us.”
He nipped at my throat. "You know you love it."
I couldn't deny that. I was so excited I was shaking. "I do. I love it."
"Because you're my naughty little sub," he said, his tone loving and playful. Out in the real world, Gage never used anything but my name or the pet names he had lovingly given me. Only in the bedroom, only when baring our vulnerabilities and embracing the total trust of dominance and submission, did Gage dare to call me his submissive or his property or any of the other dirty things that sometimes left his mouth.
And I loved it. It heightened the taboo aspect of it all. It helped get me into the headspace necessary for truly enjoying these illicit trysts. In these moments, it was an anything goes scenario—and I couldn't get enough.
Gage nuzzled my neck. He kept my wrists trapped in one big hand over my head. His other palm roamed my curves. "Jack wanted to talk about going in on a lake house together."
I made a face. "Can we please not talk about my stepdad while you're touching my breasts?"
Gage snorted with amusement. "Fair enough."
I glanced at the door. Even though I had seen him close it, I had to ask, "Is it locked?"
"Of course." He glanced at the television. "We'll leave that on, just in case." He made a thrusting motion to test out the bed. "No squeaks. I'd say we're good."
I nodded and lifted up against his chest. "More than good."
His hand skimmed the thin fabric of the worn T-shirt I had stolen from his closet when packing that morning. "What are you wearing under my shirt?"
"Nothing."
"Good girl." He kissed the tip of my nose. "Take off your shirt and undress me."
I trembled with anticipation as Gage crawled off of me and stood next to the bed. I sat up and removed the shirt. I rose slowly and grasped the bottom of Gage's shirt. Our lips met in a tender kiss. He devoured my mouth and left me breathless and panting. I tugged his pants down his hips and off his muscular legs.
His scent, that spicy blend of woodsy smells I had come to crave, invaded my nose. I leaned even closer to his now naked chest and inhaled deeply. He smiled at me and sifted his long fingers through the loose waves of my dark hair.
Because he loved things so neat and perfect, I climbed off the bed, folded his clothes and placed them on the trunk at the foot of my bed. Still on my knees, I placed my palms on my thighs and stared up at him. “What now?”
He knew what I was too shy to ask. His fingertips trailed along my cheek. "Suck my cock, Meg."
Smiling playfully, I scooted forward and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. I stroked him slowly and kept my fingers loose. I marveled at the way his cock felt so hard but the skin was so soft and delicate. My other hand slipped down to cup his sac. I squeezed and tugged at in the way he liked most.
Wetting my lips, I slid my hand to the base of his cock and flicked my tongue over the head. I traced the slit there and wiggled my tongue over the underside of his crown where he was the most sensitive. He groaned and his fingers tightened in my hair. My scalp tingled and my stomach flip-flopped as excitement coursed through me.
I took my time with him. There was no rush like earlier in the parking lot of the rest stop. Safe inside my old bedroom, we could take as long as we wanted, exploring and enjoying one another. I let my tongue drift along his shaft and along his sac. He widened his thighs, giving me even more room to play. I made good use of the new space and used my mouth on his balls until he dripped pre-cum.
I gathered the shiny fluid with my tongue and deep-throated him until my nostrils flared and panic qui
vered in my belly. Kinky bitch that I had become, my pussy actually throbbed. I could feel the slick wetness seeping from my core. Giving head turned me on so much. Having my lips stretched around his cock pushed me even closer to the edge of coming.
When I eased off Gage's penis and inhaled a ragged breath, he slid his hand around to the back of my head and held me in place. I put my hands on his thighs and willingly opened my mouth, relaxing my jaw and making my mouth a warm, wet and open space for him to fuck. My toes curled toward my heels and my clit pulsed in time with my racing heartbeat as Gage thrust into my mouth. He left me shuddering and needy.
"Love fucking your mouth," Gage whispered, his voice lower and softer than usual. The television volume wasn't that loud and neither of us wanted to pause what we were doing to find the remote to kick it up a few notches. "So wet and hot. So fucking good."
I hummed around his cock and fought the urge to reach down and flick my clit. He hadn't given me permission and would probably punish me if I tried to come. Since he couldn't spank me here without rousing suspicion, he would find some other way to torment me. Some way I definitely wouldn't enjoy!
Finally, Gage pulled free from my mouth. I sucked in a long breath and gazed up at him, my eyes no doubt flashing with lust. Gage picked up his shirt and used it to wipe away the saliva glistening on my chin. "Get on the bed. On your knees," he added.
I hurried to comply. I was so wet now that I could feel the cool air on my hot, slick skin. Face down and butt in the air, I waited impatiently for Gage's touch. He swept his callused palm up and down my back. When he grasped my cheeks and pulled them apart, revealing my still virgin hole to him, I experienced a tremor of fear. Was tonight the night?
For the last few weeks, Gage had been training me with plugs and his fingers. The toys I had worn had helped me grow accustomed to having something inside me. Still, none of them were even remotely close to the size of his huge cock. I worried it would be too intense or even painful if he tried to penetrate me. I guess we were going to find out…