Nicole Edwards - Travis

Using his tongue, Gage circled her clit, licking, sucking, before sliding one finger inside of her. Her soft, slick heat coated his finger, making him growl more insistently. Somehow he managed to keep his composure, gliding his finger inside of her, rasping her clit with his tongue. Slowly. Over and over until he felt her legs begin to tremble beneath the sensual onslaught.

He suspected she didn’t want him to go slow, but he damn sure didn’t want to hurt her. It was one thing for her to cause him pain, something else entirely for him to do the same.

“Gage!”

Releasing her clit from between his lips, he glanced up at her, pulling his finger from the hot, wet depths of her pussy before sliding in two. “That’s it, baby. Ride my fingers.”

Kylie began rocking against him, her hips meeting each thrust of his hand and Gage felt the insistent throb of his cock begging for release.

“Oh, yes! Yes! Please!”

Gage wasn’t sure what she was asking for, and for a moment, he wasn’t even sure she was talking to him, but then her body stilled, her legs shaking as her release gripped her. With her head thrown back, her beautiful curves on full display, Gage knew he’d never seen anything as fucking hot as Kylie when she came apart.

Reality hadn’t quite sunk in, but it was hovering right on the forefront of his mind when he pushed to his feet slowly. He wasn’t sure what had happened or how they got to that point, but he was suddenly scared as hell that she was going to realize what she’d done.

What happened next stunned him damn near stupid. Kylie lifted her head, baby blue eyes swirling with hunger meeting his gaze before she took a step closer, her fingers rapidly working the button on his jeans before pushing none too gently until his cock sprang free, standing tall and proud and begging for attention.

“Kylie,” Gage whispered her name, emotion clogging his throat because he knew as soon as she did what she was about to do, there’d be no turning back for him. As much as he wanted to be the playboy extraordinaire, he wasn’t.

He was going to fall head first, and he feared she didn’t intend to be there to catch him.

“Fuck!” Gage stumbled back a step, gripping the granite top on the island as Kylie took his cock deep in her mouth before she’d even made it to her knees.

Without thinking, he slid one hand into her silky hair, holding her steady as he thrust in and out of her mouth, the pink tip of her tongue darting out to lave the engorged head before every down stroke. Good Lord, the woman was going to drive him out of his mind.

It didn’t take long for Gage to realize she had very little experience with blow jobs, but her innocence only spurred him on more. Made him want to savor the delicate rasp of her tongue against his brutally sensitive flesh. He kept his eyes locked on her, watching her mouth as she took him deep until he couldn’t hold on any longer.

“Kylie. Baby. I’m not going to be able to stop,” Gage rambled. “You keep doing that, and I’m going to come in your mouth. Baby. Fuck!”

Gage’s hips took on a rhythm of their own as he tightened his fingers in her hair only slightly, trying not to make her gag as he barely restrained himself from driving his cock deeper into her welcoming mouth. When she wrapped both hands around the base of his dick, Gage knew he was done for.

“Kylie. Last warning, baby. Oh, fuck!”

Gage lost it. His body erupted as Kylie proceeded to suck him dry and leave him boneless. Lowering himself to the floor without an ounce of grace because his jeans were still wrapped around his ankles, Gage laid on his back on the cold tile floor, closing his eyes as he fought to breathe.

He was right.

Head. First.

That’s exactly where he landed.

♀♂

Kylie was still shaking from the adrenaline rush that had roared like lava through her bloodstream since the second her lips touched Gage’s. What just happened between them was a long time coming, and despite her anger, she couldn’t bring herself to regret one second of it. Well, maybe that was a little lie. She was suddenly wishing it wasn’t over. Just the thought of having him inside her body made her wet. Again.

And she kept that thought in mind because she absolutely refused to feel anything else.

“Kylie,” Gage began, but Kylie cut him off as she stood, grabbing her clothes along the way.

“Don’t ruin it with words, Gage,” she said over her shoulder as she strolled naked out of her kitchen. She tried for indifference, wanting him to believe she hadn’t felt anything outside of intense physical pleasure. Never would he know that at a moment in time, her heart had screamed for him, begged and pleaded for him to give her any indication that what they’d indulged in had meant something more to him too.

No such luck. Sure, she’d made him come, but aside from the brilliant flecks of gold lit like fire from his desire, she’d seen nothing else in his eyes.

She fought the need to cover herself, to hide from him because she wanted to appear unaffected as she gave him her back.

Little did Gage know, but she hadn’t done anything like that, well, probably ever. No, she wasn’t a virgin – Travis made sure of that – and she hadn’t been celibate for the last ten years either, but her experience was admittedly limited. Having had only three sexual partners in her entire life, Travis included, Kylie knew she wasn’t as adept at pleasing a man as Gage was probably used to.

She didn’t stop walking until she made it to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her with a gentle click. She didn’t twist the lock because she didn’t expect Gage to follow her anyway. After all, the man had gotten what he came for. She was a conquest for him to dangle in front of Travis for whatever reason.

The thought made her stomach churn and her heart to ache just a teeny tiny bit. If an ache the size of Mount Everest could be considered teeny tiny.

Forcing her weary body to keep going, she headed to the bed. When her knees hit the mattress, she turned and flopped down on her butt, holding her rumpled clothing against her nakedness. She wasn’t sure how long she sat there like that, but she didn’t move until the bedroom door opened and in walked Gage.

Unwilling to look him in the eye, she continued staring at the floor before speaking. “You’re free to go. I’m not the cuddling type, so I don’t need you to hang around.” God, she hoped her voice sounded as stern as she’d meant it to.

Gage didn’t respond, but she felt his eyes on her. When his boots moved into her field of vision, she felt the heat from his body against her skin even with a foot or so between them.

The clothes she held protectively against her breasts were pulled from her hand as Gage moved in front of her, lowering himself to his knees until they were almost face to face. Kylie fully expected him to apologize or say something that would somehow make sense of what they just did. He didn’t.

Gage cupped her face in his big hands and tilted her head up so she met his eyes. What she saw there mirrored what she felt on the inside. Confusion. Desire. Need. It was a churning sea of tumultuous emotions that had led to the sexiest thing she could’ve imagined. They hadn’t had actual intercourse, but aside from her body yearning to know what it would be like to have him inside of her, she wouldn’t have known it. Her mind was awhirl with thoughts that she knew were better left alone.

“Lie back,” Gage instructed and Kylie stiffened. What was he doing?

“Gage, I think you should go,” she forced the words past trembling lips.

“Not a chance,” he whispered and Kylie’s heart danced at the thought of him staying. For some reason, she expected him to run out the door as quickly as he’d come in.