Tempted (17 page)

“Fuck!” I bite into my bottom lip. That one
stung. He soothes the spot with his palm and the pain is forgotten.
I moan as his fingers make small circles on my skin, so close to
where I need him to touch me.

“Oh, baby…your ass is even sexier with my
palm prints all over it.”

He gives me four slaps in quick succession
and I groan in agony. Not from pain but from frustration. I
desperately need release.

“Should I stop?”

“No. More…please.”

He pulls my panties tight and rubs the crotch
against my pussy. Sweet friction. I whimper as the lace rubs
against my clit. His palm comes down hard, harder than the others,
but I barely feel it. It’s like my body is confused. It can’t
decide between pleasure and pain, and is straddling the fence
between both. As he works my panties faster, the slaps get harder
and more frequent.

“Fuck, Gage! Please, make me come.”

He moves so fast, my head spins. I’m on my
back on the bed and he’s leaning over me, breathing hard, eyes
hooded. Without warning, he takes my lips with a vengeance. I
frantically pull at the button and zipper on his jeans and he kicks
them off.
Yes! Finally.
He reaches behind me and unhooks my
bra. I throw it to the floor and he lets out a strangled sound.

“Fucking beautiful.”

He swirls his tongue on my nipple and I swear
I feel like I’ve been launched into space. He bites into it and
pinches the other between his fingers. I cry out, gripping his
shoulders as my body shivers. He massages my breasts, moaning as he
plants fervent kisses all over them.

“Fuck,” he breathes against my skin, his
voice a little more than a murmur. He moves slowly down, planting
gentle kisses on my stomach. Both hands curl around my breasts,
caressing them as he uses his teeth to pull on the waistband of my
panties. He releases it and it hits me with a snap. I barely feel
it because my mind is centered on the fact that his face is inches
from my pussy. I bury my fingers in his hair and try to guide him
lower. With a groan, he trails his hands down my sides and wraps
them around my thighs. He continues his journey south, kissing me
over my panties, down to my mound. My hips rise up in impatience. I
wish he would just do it already! Instead, he starts kissing my
inner thighs. They tremble at the touch of his lips, his warm
breath sending shivers through my body.

“Gage...”

I curl my fingers into a fist in his hair,
pulling tight as he trails his nose along the crotch of my
panties.

“Jesus Christ, woman. You have my mouth
watering.”

¡
Ay, coño
! I don’t know how much more
of this teasing I can handle. “Gage,
please
.”

He moves back up, sliding his tongue toward
my breasts. My entire body quivers.

“Is that what you want? You want me to eat
that pussy, Raven?”

“Eat it, lick it, fuck it, I don’t care.
Please, just do
something
!”

He chuckles and reaches between my legs,
cupping my pussy through my panties. My hips jerk north as he
caresses me through the damp material. This just won’t do. I need
more.

“Please, Gage…please…”

His hand slides into my panties.

“Is this what you want?”

At the first touch, no sound leaves my lips.
I feel like I can’t breathe, like I’m having a heart
attack…like…
take me now, Jesus ’cause I feel like I’m in
Heaven.

“Yes!”

“Fuck, babe. So fuckin’ wet.”

He slips his finger between my lips and
slides it up and down, then moves up to my aching clit and circles
it.

“Gage!”

He pulls my nipple back into his mouth as his
fingers drive me to the point of insanity. I grab a fistful of his
hair, keeping his head at my breast while I grind on his fingers.
I’m already so close. He alternates between my lips and my clit,
expertly pleasuring me. My thighs tremble as I feel my orgasm
approaching.

“Whose pussy is this?” He growls.

“Yours!”

“Again.”

“Yours. This pussy belongs to Gage
Hunter!”

“Fucking right.”

He works my clit faster as he covers my lips.
I suck on his tongue and drag my nails across his back. He moans
and pinches my nipple. Then, holy fucking hell, a finger slides
inside me. I clench around it.

“Fuck, Raven.”

He kisses his way down my neck and back to my
breast, pulling my nipple between his lips. His finger moves in and
out while his thumb presses on my clit. Pleasure grips my body in a
chokehold.

“Gage…”

“So fuckin’ tight, babe. Can’t wait to get my
dick inside you.”

Yes! That’s exactly what I want!
“Please…”

“Not yet.”

I groan in frustration and he begins to work
my clit with his thumb. His tongue circles my nipple while his free
hand massages my other breast. My muscles begin to clench
involuntarily and I brace myself. My orgasm rocks my entire body. I
convulse like an epileptic, digging my nails into his skin. This is
life-changing shit right here – pleasure of untold proportions. My
body will never be the same.

“Gage!”

He grunts and slows his fingers, letting me
ride it out. He buries his face in my neck and breathes deeply. I’m
trying to calm my breathing, but it doesn’t seem to be working. He
picks me up and positions me on the bed then climbs in behind me. I
lie in his arms until sleep overtakes me.

***

I wake up with a hand on my breast. Thinking
it’s only fair, I reach down and stroke his dick. He groans and
opens his eyes. After realizing where his hand is, he lays his head
on my chest. I wrap my arm around him, and we just lay there for a
while.

“I must have a guardian angel somewhere if
this is what I get to wake up to from now on.”

“I’m beginning to think that mouth of yours
is equally dirty and sweet.”

“Maybe eighty/twenty. Now, put on some
clothes before I lose my fucking mind.”

“I need a shower.”

“You do that, and then I’ll take you out for
breakfast.”

“’Kay.”

After my shower, I return to the room to find
two huge, gift-wrapped boxes and two smaller ones. He’s lying in
the bed, watching TV.

“What are those?” I ask.

“Um…gifts?”

“Are they for me?”

“It’s your birthday, isn’t it?”

“But I thought…”

He sits on the edge of the bed and grins at
me. “What? You thought all I got you were some concert tickets, a
necklace, and a gift card?” He walks into the bathroom, chuckling.
“Open them.”

I look around for my backpack of clothes I
keep here, but it’s nowhere in sight.

“Where are my clothes?”

“Top drawer,” he says around his
toothbrush.

I walk over to the chest of drawers in a daze
and find all my things in the top drawer.
He gave me a drawer.
Aaah! How huge is that?
That cut seems so much closer now. I
can see it – Property of Gage...no, Property of Reaper. I get
dressed with a huge grin and then start opening my gifts. I rip the
wrapping from the biggest box. This time, I actually scream. He got
me an artist’s table! Or I should say Creative Center…that’s what
it says on the box.

“You like it?”

“I love it!”

I leap into his arms and wrap my legs around
his waist. He laughs and spins me around. I kiss him hard on the
lips and squeeze him tightly. His gifts have been so thoughtful. I
just don’t know what to say.

“Thank you. You’re amazeballs.”

“Yeah. My balls
are
pretty
amazing.”

He laughs out loud and I smack him on the
chest. He’s lucky I like him. He jerks his head in the direction of
the remaining boxes.

“Open the rest.”

Those boxes contain a stool, a sketching kit,
and a box set of one hundred and twenty colored pencils.

“This is…amazing. Thank you.”

“I’m glad you like them, babe.” He kisses me
softly and walks back to the bathroom. “I’m gonna take a
shower.”

I throw on one of his hoodies over my clothes
and head out to look for Toni. I know she went off with Allah last
night, but I have no idea what happened to her.
Some friend I
am.
I find her sitting with Chrissy at the bar having
breakfast.

“Well…look who’s finally up,” Toni greets
me.

“Good morning, you two.”

“You look…relaxed.” Chrissy waggles her brows
at me and nudges Toni. They both giggle.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You look like you got sorted out last
night,” Toni says.

I look around then lean in toward them.
“
Properly
sorted out.”

They laugh and move closer.

“Tell us
everything
,” Toni begs.

I take a deep breath, remembering last night.
His scent, his touch…the spanking, the mind blowing orgasm. I
shiver at the memory.

“It was amazing. I never knew I could come so
hard. And he just used his fingers.”

“Shit. The look on your face makes me want to
get laid.”

“What happened with you and Allah?”

“Nutten. Nobody getting this good-good on the
first night.”

Chrissy smiles and shakes her head. “I can’t
get over how you slip between accents so effortlessly.”

“I’ve been here all my life. The accent I
picked up from my family.”

Gage slides his hand around my waist and
pulls me against him. I don’t need to turn around to know it’s him.
I breathe him in, momentarily caught up in his scent. The girls
stare at him with dreamy eyes, seemingly as enraptured as I am. Ron
walks up and leans on the counter next to Chrissy.

“Good morning, ladies,” Gage greets the
girls.

“Good morning,” they practically whisper.

“What are you two up to today?”

“Apparently, I need to go shopping because I
didn’t bring anything appropriate for this thing.”

“Ron, take care of her.”

He reaches into his pocket and hands Ron a
wad of cash. Toni grins and hops off the stool.

“Hold on to this one, Rave.”

I glance up at him with a smile.
I fully
intend to
.

She’s sitting across from me at the
restaurant, and I can’t help but stare. She’s fucking beautiful and
she’s mine. I don’t need to hide it anymore. I can shout it from
every rooftop. Touching her last night made me lose my fucking
senses. I swear I was stark-raving mad the entire time, not in
control of my mind. It took everything in me not to bury myself
balls-deep in her tight, wet pussy. Having those gorgeous tits in
my face every morning is a sight I’m looking forward to.

“What are you thinking about?” She breaks
into my thoughts.

“You. Your perfect tits and pussy.”

Her eyes widen, hunger burning in them.

“Why don’t you stop thinking and do something
about it?”

“I will. Later.”

I glance up at the waitress when she arrives
and hands us our menus.

“Hi, Gage,” she says, a shy smile on her
lips.

I know her. I know I fucked her, just can’t
remember her name. I think Raven’s realized what’s going on because
she’s looking down at her menu, trying to hide a smile.

“Hey,” I glance at her name tag, “Judy.”

“Been a while,” she replies.

“I guess.” I shrug in disinterest, hoping
she’ll get the message, and turn back to Raven. “You know what you
want, babe?”

“Yeah. Blueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs,
bacon, and a hot chocolate.”

“I’ll have the same but with coffee.
Black.”

Judy looks between us in confusion then takes
our menus. I know she’s trying to figure out the relationship
between me and Raven.

“I’ll be right back with your orders.”

As soon as she’s out of earshot, Raven grins
at me.

“You totally fucked her, didn’t you? Poor
girl has stars in her eyes, and I bet you didn’t even remember her
name.”

“I can’t help it if women throw themselves at
me.”

“You just catch ‘em and throw ‘em back,
huh?”

“Don’t worry. I’m holding on to you, baby
doll.”

She slides out of the booth and back in next
to me, meeting my stare.

“Don’t let go,” she whispers.

“Not for nothing.”

I curl my arm around her shoulder as she
places her head on my chest. She’s mine. There’s no way I’m giving
her up. She lies there quietly for a long time before I feel her
fingers sliding up my thigh to find my dick through my jeans.

“What would you do if I crawled under the
table and sucked you off until you came in my mouth?”

Her soft whisper clutches my dick and pulls
it to attention.
Fuck.
She squeezes it, and I swallow a
groan. Thankfully, Judy shows up with our food. Raven giggles as I
take off my hoodie and lay it on my lap. As soon as Judy leaves,
she snakes her hand under the hoodie and grasps me again. I look
around nervously but no one’s paying attention to us. I shift in my
seat, sliding down so she has better access. My little
multi-tasker. She feeds herself with one hand while the other is
pulling my dick out of my jeans.
Fuck!

“Deena was right about one thing.
Mon
-
ster
.”

She swipes her finger on the head, spreading
my pre-cum around. I drag in a breath through my teeth. She
releases me and stares into my eyes as she sucks the fluid from her
finger.

“Jesus.”

She smiles and her hand disappears under my
hoodie again. I try to concentrate on my food, but her fingers are
driving me crazy. She squeezes tight and pumps her fist up and down
while, with her free hand, she pours syrup on her pancakes. Up and
down with little twisting motions. My fork falls from my fingers.
Shit.
I take a quick look around. Everyone’s still
oblivious.

She shoots me a wicked grin as she fondles my
balls. “How’s your breakfast?”