If Not For You (28 page)

I sat and waited eagerly for Gage on the sofa, drank two glasses of wine and fumbled through a magazine, not seeing anything on the pages as they flipped past my sight. The clock ticked away and I swear the hands were actually moving counter-clockwise to drive me crazy.

Just as I rose to pour myself another glass of wine, the door opened with a clatter as the security chain strained against it. I jumped dropping my glass from my hand onto the coffee table. The stem burst from the base with a loud snap.

“Shit!” I cried out.

“What’s with the chain? You okay? Open the door Tandy.” he insisted.

Once I forced the door closed and slipped the chain free, Gage came in looking around with a furrowed brow. A pizza box in one hand and a black paper bag with handles in the other, he kissed my cheek as he squeezed by to place his things on the coffee table.

“What happened here? Why did you have the chain on?” he asked, picking up the wine glass and stem and throwing them into the waste basket.

“I dropped the glass when the door opened.” It felt silly now, embarrassing acting so girly. “I got this feeling like someone was watching me when I came back to the room, crazy I know.”

“Did you see someone?” he asked.

“No, it was just a feeling.”

“Well I’m here now, I’ll protect you, sweetheart.” His arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me in tight, nuzzling his face into my collar bone making me laugh and wriggle free.

“And who’s going to protect me from you? Is that pizza?” I asked.

“Do you really want protecting from me? Maybe I need protection. Pepperoni and double cheese.”

“You’re definitely going to need protection tonight.” I felt so bold, so naughty. I was pushing the proverbial sexual innuendos button and by the look on Gage’s face he liked the way I pushed it.

“Good thing I went shopping then,” he said, and my eyes focused on the black shiny bag sitting on the table.

“What did you buy?”

“Close your eyes, I have something to add to your bracelet.” He dipped into the black bag and clipped a charm onto a link and kissed the back of my hand. “Done,”

I opened my eyes and raised the bracelet to see what he added. It was the letter V and I had to laugh. “You’re crazy but thank you.”

“I never want you to forget,” he pulled me close. “I know I never will.”

“How could I forget? Not in a million years.” I promised and hoped to myself that I never would.

“Let me change into something a bit more comfortable, since you’re already in your pajamas. Will we eat on the balcony?”

“No let’s eat here and watch some TV.”

“Please no more Disney channel, I can’t take it,” Gage practically begged. He quickly changed into my favorite sweats and a black wife beater.
What a crazy name for a t-shirt,
I thought. But the way he filled it tight to his form, I didn’t care what it was called.

“I hear there’s a naughty channel, we could check that out?” I asked, reaching for napkins and handing Gage one.

“Why Miss Manning, I would have never pegged you as a porn lover. Oh, the sides I haven’t seen yet.” He ribbed and sat beside me on the sofa.

“I wouldn’t say I’m a porn lover. I’ve seen a few movies with the girls,” I admitted.

“Do tell, you and the girls, wine, skimpy nighties and porn movies, I’m intrigued.”

I could only imagine what he was thinking, me and my friends rolling around on the floor, pulling, pushing and prodding, such a man!

“I figured it would be worth a laugh…never mind then, I’ll find us Bambi or Cinderella. Maybe there’s a rerun of The Walton’s on.”

“You’re a riot…I think we’ll go with the porn. Let me get us a glass of wine, I’d say the situation calls for it.”

“Porn it is. Let’s eat, I’m starving,” I said, laughing, reaching for the remote.

I’ll confess I enjoy a good adult movie. I had seen plenty, I may have been a virgin, but I was still a red blooded female with desires and needs. And I liked porn, plain and simple. Not the disgusting camera lodged between their legs kind of porn, the kind with a somewhat storyline if possible and the camera at a decent distance, so that I couldn’t count the pimples on his ass.

What better way to spend an evening than sharing pizza, wine and a porn, with the red blooded male that happened to be the man that stole my virginity. Okay so he didn’t exactly steal it, I was more than willing to throw it at him, but you get the gist, right?

I fiddled with the channels until I found the one. I had to give it permission and punch in my id number from my ship pass, which would surely show up on the bill and all would know, but what the hell, I wasn’t backing out now.

The movie was already in progress when Gage finally came back into the room, and brought in two glasses of wine and the bottle, he cleared his throat and made an
Mmm
sound.

“Wow, that’s some rack,” he smiled, as he sat.

“Please, they’re so not real,” I said, puffing air from my lips.

“Still, those are great tits,” he declared, as he bit into his pizza not taking his eyes from the screen.

“They probably cost a fortune. They’re too perfect, too perky. And her nipples are too small for them.” I critiqued.

“Don’t know. They look okay to me,” Gage professed.

“Of course they do, you’re a man. What do you know about boobs?” I scolded him, watching his eyes following them on the screen until he turned and they met mine.

“I know I like yours. They’re just the right size, firm but lusciously soft and you’ve got the most beautiful bite size nipples.” Gage bit into his pizza slice baring his teeth like an animal.

“Behave.” I said, but after that comment I was having trouble holding it together, a definite puddle was forming in my new lace thong.

On screen, the male had his face buried between the female’s legs and she was crying out like a wild woman. I could feel Gage’s stare. I wouldn’t say I was uncomfortable, but I was well aware that he was watching my reaction to the couple on the screen, who were now changing positions so she was now pleasuring him and I smiled.

“Care to explain that smile?” he asked.

“You’re staring, what do you want me to do?” I asked, he chuckled and returned his sights to the screen, as did I. He was fixated on the screen as the woman’s head bobbed up and down and the male groaned. We hadn’t gone there yet, oral pleasures were an experience I looked forward to, but perhaps it was something Gage didn’t like. I took a large sip of wine and watched Gage’s face as he watched the screen.

The male was preparing himself for entry with the look of a wild man on his face. As he thrust into the female, she let out a moan and growl combo through her wide opened mouth. It was just so theatrical, that we looked at each other and roared with laughter until my sides hurt and I had to pee.

“I’ll be back,” I said, running into the washroom.

“Will I pause?”

“Please don’t,” I called out with a laugh.

When I returned, Gage had cleaned up our dinner mess, poured us two fresh glasses of wine and was sprawled across the sofa.

“Join me,” he said, patting the sofa in front of him with that dimpled smile of his and I was more than happy to.

I noticed then that the couple on the TV screen were different and hadn’t started anything but the heavy petting bit and the volume was so quiet I couldn’t hear a thing.

“No sound? You don’t like hearing all the grunts and groans?” I laughed, settling my back against his chest.

“Don’t need sound, we can make our own.” He rumbled in my ear, sending sparks all the way to my toes.

“Sounds interesting, tell me more.” I said, a little more on the naughty side than I had meant it to sound. I enjoyed hearing Gage talk dirty, it turned me on, therefore I encouraged it.

“I thought we’d take care of a little problem that needs to be dealt with.”

“Oh?” I asked, truly intrigued.

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

“Oh!” I exclaimed when the overtone finally grabbed hold of me and gave me a slap to my face.

Pulling my hips back, Gage made an
Mmm
sound as he ground his growing erection against my butt. His hand slipped my robe open and smoothed over my stomach. All the while his tongue played with the lobe of my ear and the heat from his nostrils mixed with the sound of heavy breathing, led me to believe that he was enjoying his quest, as was I.

When his hand moved down and over my sex, I knew in an instant that he was well aware that I was burning for him, by the dampness of the flimsy cloth covering and the soft moans that I couldn’t hold back.

He released his hand and pulled my leg back and over his, opening me wider. He replaced his hand, but this time pulling the fabric aside and running his fingers along my wet folds. I was in heaven, the feel of his strong fingers as they caressed me had me near frantic.

“You wet for me baby?” he asked. My moans were my only answer, how anyone could talk during sex was beyond me.

I turned my head back and our lips locked together, tongues stroking against each other as he delved his finger between my wet folds. I couldn’t believe the sensation surging through me, it was glorious, but the minute that his finger made contact with the tiny bud of nerve endings, I nearly jumped off the sofa and Gage had to lock his leg over mine to stop me.

“Oh my God!” I cried out.

“Relax, sweetheart, close your eyes and feel what I’m doing,” Gage whispered into my ear, as he delved inside, wet his finger, and played circles over my clit.

My mind was spinning, and I could barely catch my breath, I swear I had never felt anything like it. My hips rocked trying to make the contact just that little bit firmer, when Gage slipped his fingers into me. I felt delirious with pleasure as his thumb rubbed my clit. If I had known that this ‘O’ thing was going to be so good I would have definitely learned more about the world of masturbation.

I was building to something spectacular, my thighs started to convulse with involuntarily spasms and every muscle in my body tightened. My breathing seized and the muscles within me gripped and tightened around Gages fingers and pulsed as I fell over the edge of my climax and cried out.

“Oh…oh…oh God!”

His tongue circled the edge of my ear as Gage pushed his erection against my rear end and I could feel his smile.

“How was that, sweetheart?” His voice was velvety when he whispered and his tongue was working me into a sweat, I couldn’t speak. I wanted to but I was trapped in a haze, still hot with desire.

I wanted to laugh, I wanted to cry, my mind was playing with a gamut of strange emotions, then before it could register what was happening Gage was moving, he was on top of me. His tongue roved along my skin at my collar bone and shoulder.

“What’s this?” he asked, as he looked down and ran his finger along the edge of the baby doll material where it sat against the swell of my breast. “Is this for me? Mmm…I like,” he hummed and I smiled.

The man was driving me wild. His tongue came to my cleavage and dove between my breasts and my back arched for more. He stood and pulled me to my shaky feet and I let my robe fall to the floor.

“Very nice,” he said then scooped me into his arms, walking to the bed and throwing me down. I felt like Jane and he was my Tarzan, crazy yes but it was my fantasy.

He straddled me on his hands and knees and smiled with those dimples, licking across his lips slowly and methodically. Suddenly he was very serious staring into my eyes as he spoke. Words I would never forget sending shivers up and down my spine.

“I plan on ruining you. No other man will ever measure up to me, you’ll cry out my name when another man fucks you or touches your skin and your pussy will beg for me only.” The dirty, filthy way he talked to me and the things he said, had me totally lost and out of control.

His hands slid up the hem of my lace baby doll top and kneaded each breast, his teeth nibbling my nipples through the thin fabric sending shockwaves through my body. As he slowly started his decent. His tongue playing in my belly button made me laugh and then he headed further south.

My eyes watched his as he came to the junction between my thighs, never taking his eyes from mine and pushed them open until he sat between them, smiling wickedly. I ached for this, the awareness of what was about to happen next played in my mind and Gage was going to make it happen.

His lips kissed my inner thighs up to my knees and back again, each time coming so close but skipping over the very spot that I needed him to touch so badly and I cried out my disappointment. Gage seemed to enjoy the teasing and the reaction that came with it, until I was ready to scream.

“Gage!” I called out.

“Is this what you want?” He licked his tongue up my wet lips and I gasped at the sensation.

“Uh huh.” I eagerly waited for the next touch of his tongue, but if he was waiting for words to form an answer, my situation looked rather bleak. I begged with my eyes and pleaded with my hips until he smiled.

“You can’t find the words? That’s okay baby because I can’t wait another fucking minute to taste you again,” he said, as he lay down and spread my lips open with his hands and his tongue went to work.

The breath I had been holding blew out with a loud moan and I scrunched the bedspread in my fists and closed my eyes. His tongue was magic, pure magic. Every stroke over my clit had me writhing beneath him and with each plunge of his tongue into me, delightful flutters sprang deep in my belly.

Just when I thought that I was going to explode, muscles tight and convulsions starting, he would stop and take his time fingering my folds and delving inside my opening, bringing me back to the starting point and then doing it all over again. It was like the oceans waves coming close to the shore but never quite getting there. Oh so close, yet so far and I was ready to scream again.

Tears welled up in my eyes as his mouth closed over my clit and he sucked it between his lips, the vacuum he created sending me completely and utterly over the edge. I shouted out his name and sunk my fingers into his hair with demand, as ripples of pleasure shot through me and I shook uncontrollably as my orgasm undulated from me.