Chapter 45

Bentley

It was a miracle I managed to eat my dinner. The food was good, but we were both tense throughout the meal. I was impressed with Gage’s self-control. I could have waited to eat in favor of satisfying my other needs, but Gage refused to oblige. By the time we were done eating, my body was throbbing. My nipples had been hard the entire meal. Each time Gage looked at them, I imagined how good it would feel when he finally touched them. I was literally squirming in my seat in an attempt to ease my arousal.

After dealing with the dishes, Gage returned to the table. He turned his seat to the side and patted his lap. “Why don’t you come over here and join me?” he suggested.

I moved to straddle his lap. His erection pressed between my legs.

One of his hands tangled in the hair at the back of my head so he could pull me toward him. “You have been teasing me since you walked in the door,” he rasped out.

“I’ve been teasing myself.” I confessed in a breathy voice.

“No more teasing,” he murmured just before his lips claimed mine in a hard kiss. His tongue swept past my lips, sliding along my tongue as he used his grip on my hair to angle my head to the right position.

I was dizzy from his kiss and aching for more. My hips rocked against him, trying to get more pressure against my aching core. He drank in my needy whimpers as his free hand moved around to my lower back to guide my movements, pushing me even closer to his dick. My moans and whimpers grew louder with the increased pressure. I was about to come just from rocking against him when Gage broke our kiss and gripped my waist to lift me off his lap.

“No!” I cried out. He couldn’t stop now. I was too close. “Please.”

“Bend over the table,” he commanded. When I immediately obeyed, he groaned. “That’s it. Perfect.”

His hand made contact with my backside, and I moaned at the slight sting. “Yes,” I breathed out.

“You like that?” he asked, clearly pleased with my reaction.

“Yes,” I admitted. “I’m aching for you, Gage. Don’t make me wait.”

His hand made contact again, this time a little harder, drawing a ragged moan from me. He pulled my panties aside so he could run his finger around my opening. I arched my back to get closer to his hand. One finger slid inside briefly before moving to stroke my clit. When he took his hand away, I whimpered, sure I’d die if he didn’t let me come soon.

His hand came down in three quick swats before he began to massage my ass, spreading the heat. “You have a gorgeous ass,” he crooned, shocking me when he leaned forward to bite my left ass cheek. My surprised squeal made him chuckle.

“Please, Gage,” I begged. “I’m so close.”

“You want me to make you come?” he asked before sliding his fingers between my legs again to stroke from my clit to my opening and then back again. “You want me to touch you until you come for me?”

“Yes,” I breathed out when two fingers slipped into my body. I immediately began rocking against his hand.

“Not yet,” he told me with a chuckle as he removed his fingers and trailed them forward to stroke my clit.

“Please,” I breathed out when his fingers left me again.

“What’s wrong?” he crooned, leaning forward to bite my shoulder.

“I can’t take any more,” I whimpered.

“Yes, you can,” he insisted. When I began to stand, he placed a hand between my shoulder blades to hold me down. He spanked me four more times in quick succession.

His hand moved away from my back to undo his pants before the empty condom package landed on the table. He pushed my thong to the side and positioned the head of his cock at my entrance. Reaching forward, he began to stroke my clit as he thrust into my body. His thrusts were controlled, despite his obvious arousal. I could feel the tension radiating from his body.

“Do you like that?” he asked. His finger continued to strum my clit with just the right pressure while his dick moved in and out of my body.

“Yes,” I replied on a needy whimper as I began to roll my own hips, increasing the pressure of his finger on my clit.

“That’s it,” he praised. “You feel so good.”

Gage’s control seemed to be slipping as his finger moved faster against my clit. He rocked against me, pressing deep inside my body. I continued to coil tighter with each movement of his body until I came hard, screaming as I pressed back against Gage.

Gage carefully worked me through the last of my orgasm. Just when I thought I’d collapse onto the table with a sated sigh, Gage began moving again. He gripped my hips with both hands and thrust hard into my body. I reached out to grab the edge of the table to steady myself.

My second orgasm caught me off guard, and I cried out as the pulses rocked my body, Gage’s own release quickly followed mine as he groaned and twitched inside of me.

After helping me stand, Gage brushed his lips against mine and smiled. “You amaze me.”

Before I could respond, he lifted me in his arms and cradled me against his chest.

“What are you doing?” I asked in surprise.

“Taking you upstairs and running a bath for you,” he replied.

“A bath?” I asked.

“You work too hard,” he began. “I asked Harley to pick up some nice bath stuff and a book for you.”

Gage had managed to stun me into silence. A bath and a book? He couldn’t be real. I had to be dreaming.