His heart was thundering so hard he could feel it through their clasped hands. He had to narrow his eyes for focus as he stormed past the sign with room numbers and arrows, and even then, he barely gathered the right direction he was supposed to take them before he ran them smack into a wall.
He was about to be inside Cassidy again. His girlfriend. He’d never in his life—not even as a teenager—dared to apply that word to a woman. Had hated that word. Now, the very thought of it made him giddy.
He was in such a hurry, he nearly passed her hotel room. Luckily, he spied the number in time to screech to a halt. Cassidy was already fumbling around in her back pocket, producing a key card seconds later. He reached for it but was distracted once again by the high flush to her cheeks. The way her parted lips released light, quick breaths that pushed her delicious little breasts against her T-shirt with delightful regularity.
Releasing his own shaky breath, he focused on inserting the card until he got a green flashing light, then he pushed the door open, shoving his foot in the threshold to keep it from closing again. Now that he didn’t have to worry about getting them in the room anymore, he pulled Cassidy into his arms.
She went willingly, rising to her tiptoes as he wrapped one hand in her thick hair and clutched her ass with the other.
Their lips met with the same forceful clash they had in the auditorium. Just like then, tasting her for the first time in months, the feel of her mouth opening beneath his was life changing. Will it be this way every time? God, he hoped so.
He kicked the door wide and stepped backward into the room. Like he was in a dream, Cassidy, rather than walk with him, leapt up, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Sucking her tongue into his mouth, he gripped her ass with both hands, kneading the toned flesh as he let the door close behind them with a reverberating click.
As soon as she heard the door close, she began pushing his jacket from his shoulders. “Naked,” she panted against his wet lips. “Now.”
He groaned. That would require putting her down. Choices, choices.
“Gage,” she moaned, nipping his bottom lip sharply. “I need you.”
Well, when she put it that way. He gave one last, long squeeze with both of his hands, and then he slowly lowered her feet to the floor once more. Her center, so hot even through her jeans and his, nearly made him groan all over again as it pressed against his dick.
“Then get me naked, Gamer Girl.” He cupped one of her breasts, brushing his thumb over the stiff peak. “Fast.”
Licking her lips, she shoved his leather jacket from his shoulders, lingering over his biceps as her palms curved around them. “Missed you,” she murmured absently. “Missed this.” As his jacket fell to the ground, she slipped her hands beneath his T-shirt, trailing her fingertips up the ridges of his abs and then higher to his piercings.
His head fell back, and he had to shuffle his feet to keep his balance as she flicked both barbells gently. When he felt hot, liquid heat, however, his head jerked back down again. His eyes widened as he saw her sucking his piercings through the fabric of his T-shirt.
“Fuck,” he hissed. He cupped the back of her head, weaving his fingers through all of that hair to press her mouth more tightly against his nipple. She teased the barbell with flicks of her tongue, and each flick had every muscle in his torso contracting. She nipped him, then moved to his other nipple, laving him with her tongue through cotton before opening her lips and sucking. Over his other nipple, the wet fabric raised goose bumps over his entire body, his nipple hardening until it was almost painful.
He tightened his fingers in her hair and tugged her back just enough so he could duck down and cover her swollen lips with his again. He chased her naughty tongue with his, twining around it and sucking until she moaned.
There was the slightest breeze along his back; she was pulling his T-shirt up by fistfuls at his waist. Their lips parted with a smack as he backed up to help her, pulling his shirt up and off so quickly he heard several threads pop.
No sooner had he dropped his shirt to the ground than he was reaching for hers. Her green eyes glittered as she raised her arms above her head, her breasts already heaving. Her hair floated around her bare shoulders as her shirt fell forgotten at their feet, and with a simple flick of his fingers, her bra disappeared as well.
“Need your skin against mine,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around her back and hauling her in. Her sweet nipples met his ribs first, and then her breasts flattened against him as he squeezed her tightly.
His eyes slid closed, and he buried his face in her hair, trembling slightly as he absorbed the decadence of their bare skin meeting.
She opened her lips over his collarbone, sucking lightly at first but increasing the pressure until he knew she’d left a mark.
Her mark. On my skin.
His cock throbbed.
She moved within his embrace, bending her knees and beginning to lower herself.
“Cassidy?” he asked the top of her head as her knees met the floor.
“Shh.” She reached for his pants, which were still unbuttoned from earlier. She unzipped him, and, gazing up at him, grabbed two fistfuls of his jeans and pulled them down his hips.
His cock sprang free, straining toward her, and her eyes darted down and quickly widened. She stroked the top of his dick with a featherlight touch from her pointer finger, and he shivered. “Your piercing,” she murmured.
My— Oh, yeah. He’d ditched the piercing a month ago. Had never really wanted it anyway, and now that there was no reason to pretend he was something he was not, he had no obligation to keep it. “You going to miss it?” he asked.
Her green gaze locked with his once more. “I only need you.” She licked her lips. “Nothing else.”
He swallowed harshly as she wrapped a fist around his cock, leaned forward and—
He threw his head back. “Fuck!” Her mouth . . . so hot. Tongue . . . wet. “Fuck,” he said again.
She swirled her tongue around the head of his dick. He moaned, forcing his head back down so he wouldn’t miss the sight of her. As her cheeks hollowed, her eyes were open and gazing up at him still. Their gazes connected. Held.
His heart felt as though it were going to swell out of his chest. He cupped her cheek with one palm, sweeping his thumb along it.
My girlfriend.
A word that no one he knew over the age of twenty used. And yet, the very thought of it made him more excited than he’d ever been in his life.
Back at the convention center, an entirely different word had almost escaped his lips when he’d asked her to commit to him. Thank God he’d stopped it in time. But, even now, the sight of her made him want to blurt it all out anyway.
He wouldn’t have to wait too long for that question, right? What did normal people do? Six months of dating?
She smiled, her lips pressed to the tip of him. Then, with one more lick, she sucked him deep into her throat. He groaned, his knees so weak he almost joined her on the floor.
I’ll be asking her to marry me in a week, tops.
The blunt tips of her nails bit into his thighs, and they quaked in response. Even more appalling, his balls tightened, and the telltale tingling at the base of his spine—the one that foretold an impending orgasm—came on with a sudden viciousness that caught him completely by surprise.
“Sweetheart,” he bit out from between tight lips.
She hummed, God help him, which was the worst thing she could do in this situation. Vibrations traveled from her mouth through his dick. He clutched at the nearest table, digging his fingertips into the wood until they hurt.
Act quickly. He had seconds before he shot down her throat, something he didn’t know her opinion on and needed to before proceeding.
Frantically, his gaze darted around the room as she continued to lick him with the flat of her tongue. “Oh, God,” he moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as she nipped him with her teeth.
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�t think, just acted. Pulling his hips back—her lips released him with a pop—he wrapped his fist around his dick and squeezed. Hard. It hurt just enough to keep him from coming, but even as he looked down at her with her bruised lips, flushed cheeks, and hardened nipples, that not-coming situation was tenuous at best.
Reaching down, he scooped her into his arms. Her delicious weight rested against his chest as he strode across the room toward the bed, keeping his gaze focused on the furniture rather than the half-naked woman he loved.
“Gage?”
He shook his head once, a preoccupied jerk that most likely wasn’t even remotely attractive. Can’t be distracted.
Her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck, and his arms tightened around her. It only served to press her firm breasts into his pecs.
“Jesus,” he bit out. His knees met the edge of the mattress, and he dropped her. She hit the comforter with a bounce that did incredible things to her tits. He watched the residual bounce pass through them a couple more times before her screech of outrage penetrated the lust fogging his brain.
“What the fuck?” She propped herself up on her elbows.
In response, he wrapped his fingers around her ankles and pulled her forward. Her green eyes darkened, all traces of pique disappearing as he reached for the button of her jeans. Kicking his own jeans off his legs, he hooked his fingers around both her jeans and panties and yanked them down her thighs.
He palmed her inner thighs, spreading her wide.
Her pussy opened like a flower for him, and—little minx—she arched her back as he spread her lips wide with his thumbs so he could look his fill.
So soft, pink, and feminine: at once in harmony and at odds with the woman herself.
He hadn’t done this in years, but instinct overrode him, blocking out any nervousness that might have been trying to edge its way in. Pinning her open, he leaned down and covered her shadowed opening with his mouth. Sliding his tongue against warm, slick woman, he nuzzled her clitoris at the same time.
She sucked in a breath, making her flat tummy dip. Tentative fingers from one hand wove through his hair, and her hand trembled as she cupped the back of his head.
His eyes slid closed as he swallowed his first taste of her. Perfect.
This act—he didn’t remember it feeling so . . . intimate. He thrust his tongue deeper into her sex, lapping at her in the spot he knew would be most sensitive.
Her fingers clenched in his hair, giving a delicious pull that she immediately released. “I-I’m sorry,” she gasped, smoothing her palm over the back of his head. “Did I hurt y—?”
He moved his mouth, covering her clitoris now and sucking gently.
“Oh, fuck!” She dropped to her back, her hands fisting the comforter on each side of her hips—the same hips that now undulated beneath his kiss.
Against his hands, her thighs tightened. Her breaths came raggedly, and as he opened his eyes, peering up her body, he caught sight of the earth-shattering view of her heaving breasts. Her stomach was taut, faint muscle lines visible, and her eyes were screwed shut.
“I’m already . . . going to—”
He lapped her clitoris quicker, dying to see her shatter from him doing this to her.
But then, she surprised him. Jerking upright, she shoved at his shoulders.
Like I’d give this up. Determined, he sucked her harder.
“Gage.” She squirmed. “I want my . . . mouth on you . . . too—oh, God.” She jerked away from him so hard, he was forced to release her.
“Hey,” he protested. He licked his lips, tracing every last taste of her as he reached for her, planning to haul her back to his mouth.
She spun, her head slipping off the end of the mattress between his knees. The cascade of her gorgeous hair tickled his shins, and he was momentarily distracted by the sensation until an even greater sensation nearly stopped his pounding heart. Head tipped back, she sucked his cock between her lips. Deeply between her lips.
“Oh, fucking hell.” The tip of his dick touched the back of her throat, and then, she swallowed, taking him even deeper. “Oh, Jesus. I love you so much,” he babbled in a reverent tone. “Cassidy.” Like he was touching a holy relic, he covered her breasts with his palms, brushing his thumbs over the center of her chest where he could clearly feel her racing heartbeat.
She swallowed again, and the movement against his cock almost made him too stupid to notice she was planting her bare feet against the mattress and spreading her thighs wide. She pulled back far enough to whisper, “Your mouth,” in her whisky voice before sucking him deep once more.
“God, yes,” he murmured. Leaning over, he kissed a path down her belly, reaching forward and gripping her hips, tilting her pelvis toward him and lifting her up so he could—
Yes. His mouth met her pussy again. He growled against her, nuzzling and licking as she continued to do the same.
My mind . . . is going to break. Too much pleasure. Felt so close to her. His throat felt tight as he curled his arms around her thighs, palming their backs so he could feel her muscles tense and release every time he licked her.
The orgasm he’d been fighting since entering this room had not been beaten back into submission by any means, but he continued to try to hold it at bay, determined to make her come first this way and then several more times with his cock deep inside her sweet pussy.
She palmed his ass, digging her nails into it. Simultaneously, he felt her tense beneath him, her stomach tightening. Her thighs clenched his ears. In the next moment, she was wrenching herself off his dick.
She keened his name. He could feel her harried breaths against his thighs and his balls as they tightened for her, ready to give her his come.
He jerked his mouth away. “Shit.” He needed inside her. Now. Grabbing her hand from his ass, he crawled onto the mattress, his gaze rapt on her hips as they continued to undulate while she rode out her orgasm.
She was so beautiful, she took his breath away.
He paused to graze his teeth against one upraised knee as he moved between her legs. Gripping her hips once more, he looked up her sweet body until he could see her face. Her eyes were still closed. She was no longer crying out, but her breasts still heaved, and her lips were swollen from his dick.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice ragged as though he had been crying out at some point.
Her eyelashes fluttered several times, and then their gazes connected. Leaning forward, he stretched out on top of her body. Her knees cradled his hips; her breasts met his chest. As he pressed a kiss to her chin, she wrapped her arms around his neck, releasing a slow, soft sigh.
“Gage,” she whispered.
With one hand, he cupped her cheek. With the other, he hooked her knee, drawing it up his thigh and pinning it against his hip.
The tip of his erection met her hot, wet opening.
Her eyes widened, and her breathing hitched.
He brushed the tip of his nose against hers as he flexed his hips, slowly driving himself inside her.
When their hips met, she pressed her forehead against his. “I love you,” she whispered.
Damn it. His throat felt tight. He cleared it. “I love you.”
With their gazes connected, he began to move. Slowly. Leisurely. When her eyes slid closed, so did his. The feeling of their skin pressed together. The hot, wet glide of her pussy. The way her breath caught every time he seated himself to the hilt. He had to lower his face to her neck, press his lips there as he struggled to control himself.
Because he damn sure felt pinpricks behind his eyes.
At just that moment, he felt something drop to the fingers that still cupped her cheek. He raised his head. Opened his eyes. A tear coasted down his finger to pool in the dip where his thumb met his hand.
He stilled. “Cassidy?”
Her eyes opened, and he saw more tears swimming among all that pretty green. His heart jerked. “Oh, sweetheart.” He brushed his
thumb along her cheek, catching another wayward tear. “I feel it, too.”
She blew out a breath. “Thank fuck,” she whispered.
His lips twitched. “Thank fuck,” he repeated. Dipping down, he covered her lips with his and resumed his slow thrusts.
Within moments, however, her fingers were curling into his shoulders with just the slightest bite. Her thigh tightened against his hip, and he felt her sex tighten as well.
He pulled from the kiss to find her eyes glassy. Her lips were parted; her brows drew together.
She’s close again. He lowered his forehead to hers, picking up his pace but keeping his thrusts gentle.
“Yes,” she gasped. Her head tipped back, revealing the long length of her neck. He was helpless against that sight, leaning down to lick and nibble her pulse point. She palmed the back of his head and stiffened beneath him. “Gage!” she cried.
Wrenching his eyes closed, he gave himself up to the pull of her convulsing pussy. He drove into her over and over. Broken groans left him with every thrust, and as he started to ejaculate, the most intense pleasure he’d ever felt filled every cell of his body.
Her name tripped from his lips as he shuddered atop her.
When the waves of pleasure ended, he struggled to regain his breath.
That had been . . . unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. For a man who had worked in sex, that was saying something. He already couldn’t wait until they could do this again. And I get to do this with her as often as we want. Forever.
He raised his head, a sheepish smile already on his lips. Cassidy had a similar expression. Thank God. She was shell-shocked, too. They could figure this out together.
Pressing one more soft kiss to her lips, he withdrew and fell to his side next to her. Immediately, she curled against him, spreading an arm across his chest and nestling into his shoulder with her cheek.
“I think this might be the best day of my life,” she said, wonder in her voice.
He wrapped one of her curls around his finger and used it to tickle her upper arm. “Oh, we can top this. Give me time.”
She chuckled. “Hand to God, Billy says something almost identical to that in the game.”
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