Chapter 6

Sage

I had fought so hard and for so long, against my urge to see Glock again, and here he was, right in front of me. He wasn’t just the “hot guy” anymore. He was a man, with bulging muscles, a sharp chiseled face, tall and strong. His hair was still the same shaggy brown, and some strands still fell over his green eyes. He had tanned thoroughly by now, so his skin looked naturally bronzed, and he had a light stubble of a beard.

I gulped as I stared at him, feeling a rush of all my suppressed emotions course through my body. Glock was more than just a devastatingly hot guy. He was the guy who had been there for my mom when I’d abandoned her all those years ago, he was the guy I had put on a pedestal and searched for all this time. He was the guy who still made me smile, even without saying anything.

Glock loomed over me now as he stood there, staring straight into my eyes. There was so much that I wanted to say to him, I owed him so much and too many apologies to count. But Glock looked like he had forgiven me everything. Most of all, I wanted him to touch me. I wanted to feel his lips on mine again because I knew that with him I would feel safe. I would not have to pretend to be strong anymore.

I parted my lips to say something, to beg him to kiss me but I didn’t have to say anything. He lunged at me, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me to himself. My coffee cup that was placed dangerously close to the edge of the table now fell and crashed to the floor.

I gasped as his hot breath fell on my face, my red hair was over my eyes as he wrapped his strong arms around my waist.

“Sage, you’re still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” he murmured in a hoarse, deep voice.

His lips found mine, and I could feel myself sinking into him. I parted my mouth, allowing his tongue to thrust into me. His grip was tight around my waist, and I could feel my breasts squeezing into his chest. We were holding each other tightly, his kiss was intense, animalistic. He still tasted the same, but now his kisses were more masculine. Glock was surer of himself. He wasn’t afraid of kissing me, I didn’t scare him anymore.

I swayed in his arms, as he kissed me fiercely. I could feel a wetness between my legs. I wasn’t seventeen anymore. I wanted more than just his kiss, more than just his hand on mine. Glock nibbled on my lower lip, and I gasped, throwing my head back.

Our lips had parted now, and I was panting, while still stuck to his body. His hand was on my neck, tracing a trail down the front of my breasts, hovering over my belly. I used to push his hand away before, but now this was precisely what I wanted. I wanted his hands everywhere.

Glock took a step away from me so he could access my body better and I trembled. I had never seen his cock, I had never even seen him bare-chested! In those three weeks that we spent time together, we had done nothing more than share innocent kisses. Now I ran my hands over his thin t-shirt. I could feel his abs, his flat stomach, the strength in his core.

Glock was looking at me with his wild green eyes. He was undressing me without even touching me.

With his hand, he slowly started undoing the button on my jeans. He was hesitant in doing it, almost like he was waiting for me to push his hand away. Was it too soon? Was it crazy? Yes, was the answer to both those questions but I didn’t care. I had waited too long to experience this with him, and now I couldn’t wait anymore.

I helped him with my jeans, zipping it down quickly and then he started peeling them off my legs.

I was naked from the waist down now, other than my pink lace panties. Glock stared at me like he couldn’t believe it. He was living his teenage fantasy, and I liked being looked at by him.

He reached for my pussy, my pulsating, hot, wet core. Through my panties, he stroked my folds, and I knew he could feel the stickiness. There was no hiding it anymore, Glock knew exactly how wet I was already, just from that one kiss.

“I’ve waited too long to do this, Sage,” he said in a deep growling voice, and I gulped. Glock tucked his fingers underneath the elastic of my panties, and he rolled it down my legs. I could feel the coolness on my exposed wet pussy now. I was standing in the middle of my mother’s kitchen in nothing but a top. Glock was in front of me, staring at my pussy.

I watched him as he kneeled down in front of me. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I reached for his hair, weaving my fingers through it. I could feel his hot breath on my pussy now, his face was only inches away from it. I knew what he was about to do and I wasn’t embarrassed. I wanted it.

Glock’s tongue was warm and soft, and it slithered over my wet folds in one clean wipe. He had lapped up my juices, and I shuddered. I was clutching his hair now, trying to keep myself upright as his tongue reached for my folds again.

His tongue prodded my slit, slowly and gently at first, till I finally sensed it slide right in. I moaned and called out his name. My face was turned up to the ceiling, and my eyes were pressed close.

It wasn’t just Glock’s tongue anymore; his fingers had found my clit. I gasped at the sensation. His tongue teasing my clit, his fingers inside my pussy. My body shuddered, and I raised myself on my toes to control the desperate urge to come right away.

I had fantasized about Glock fucking me over the years, but never like this. I had never even considered what it might feel like to have his tongue inside my pussy, but this was exactly what was happening now, and I felt like I would never be able to get enough of it.

I moaned again, the knots in my belly were unraveling, I was beginning to lose control over myself. I could feel his tongue moving around my clit and his fingers in and out of my pussy.

I wanted to scream and laugh and ask him where he learned to do this, but I didn’t, I couldn’t. All I could do was enjoy what was happening to me, and I wanted to do the same for him.

“Fuck, Glock, don’t stop,” I moaned.

Glock made deep lapping sounds with his mouth as he brought me closer and closer to my final release. It was becoming more difficult by the second to hold back. Did he want me to come in his mouth? It sure felt like he did. It seemed like he wasn’t going to stop till I did and I wanted to, I knew I would any second now.

“Oh, my God, Glock! Yes!” I moaned aloud, and his tongue got faster. Slipping and sliding around my clit, he sucked and lapped while his fingers moved more swiftly.

I came in a rush, with my body shuddering and my juices dribbling out of me and right into Glock’s mouth. He didn’t stop what he was doing. He continued to plow his fingers into me, his tongue helped my clit to achieve the orgasm I had been waiting for all these years.

It felt like I was floating above us like I could see his mouth at my pussy, my fingers in his hair. I was out of breath and panting, my body shook, and my toes curled. When my breathing finally started to subside, Glock slipped his tongue out of my pussy, and he gave my clit one last rub with his fingers.

I leaned against my mother’s kitchen table, grabbing onto the edge with my hands and Glock straightened up in front of me. His lips glistened, and with my eyes still, on him, he rubbed it away with the back of his hand.

I felt like my body was in shock, my mind was still reeling from the strength of the orgasm. Glock was looming over me now, his green eyes bright and satisfied.

I was satisfied too, it was crazy that he had made me come in just a few minutes, so easily. But I knew I wouldn’t be completely satisfied till he had come too. I hadn’t even seen him naked yet.

“Glock…” I breathed his name in a whisper, and I stepped towards him. I placed a hand on his chest, and he reached for my elbow and held me close to him.

“That was long overdue,” he said with a smile, and I smiled too. Even though the first thing we had done, after ten years of being apart, was this—there was strangely no awkwardness between us. I knew nothing about him. He could be married, he could be a father, he could be in a serious long-term relationship. And I knew he didn’t know much about me either. I had a feeling that he and my mom rarely ever discussed my life.

Slowly, I reached for his jeans. I could already see the bulge in his pants. He was hard and throbbing for me. I wanted to see that cock, enough fantasizing! I zipped his jeans down, looking up at him with desire glazing my eyes but Glock stopped me. He grabbed my hand tightly and moved it away.

“Sage, I heard what happened last night,” he said, in a deep growl and all of a sudden, reality had struck me again. I wasn’t living in my fantasy world of Glock and his naked body and my orgasm anymore.

I stepped away from him hurriedly like he had burnt me.

“Sage…” he said my name, his eyelids were heavy with concern.

I knew in the back of my mind, the moment I told mom what had happened; that there was a high probability that Glock would hear of it. I had tried not to think about it, hoping that he would just forget about it, but he hadn’t. He had raised the subject now, in the middle of me unzipping his pants of all the time in the world!

I whipped away from him and bent down to pick up my panties and my jeans. I could feel his heavy glare on my back.

“Sage, can we talk about what happened, please?” he said, and I pulled my panties up in silence, and then my jeans. What was this? An interrogation room? It was over now; did we really have to talk about it? I didn’t want to spend another moment re-living that scene.

“I really don’t want to, Glock. I don’t want to be reminded of the home I’ve come back to. Where women are assaulted openly on the streets, and nobody does anything about it. Where a man can threaten to rape me and then sell me into prostitution, and laugh when I say I’ll call the cops. What kind of place is this? I don’t want my mom to live here anymore!” the words came tumbling out of me. My body was shaking with rage as I spoke, and Glock was silent.

He had been silent for too long, and I had no other choice but to turn around and face him now. He was staring at me wild-eyed.

“This is exactly what I’m trying to stop, we have been trying to stop it for the past year,” he finally said, and my mouth fell open. He made it sound like it was his personal mission to put an end to this sort of crime, I had no idea whether to believe him or not.