Chapter Thirteen

Ride

Gage

Never in my fucking life have I tasted pussy so fucking good. Never have I not wanted to stop licking, sucking, tormenting a woman just so I could fucking taste more.

I push a finger inside her and suck on her clit, giving her what she wants because she fucking needs it, her words begging for it, her eyes pleading, her back arching. It’s the fucking hottest thing I have ever seen.

“Yes. Oh, yes!” she cries as her body trembles and tightens around me.

“Give me more, Phoenix, give me more,” I demand, pushing another finger in her and moving them faster in and out of her hot, tight, little cunt.

I fuck her harder, faster, watching her sexy as fuck eyes roll back in her head, and I feel it again. The tightening and pulsing I fucking feel when her pussy squeezes my fucking finger.

“Oh, yes. Oh, oh, oh, stoooop!” she cries as she gives me more heat, more wet, more her.

I pull my fingers out and spread her wider.

“Beautiful. Fucking beautiful,” I say as I take in her soaked pussy, and then I go back down.

I suck her clit, lick her pussy and she cries out again.

I lick her clean, and she is totally boneless.

“You good?” I ask, shoving two fingers back up in her, stretching her out.

“Fuck me,” she whispers.

“I’m fucked up, Phoenix. I’m fucked up and goddamn broken. You better be damn well sure you want this the way we talked.”

“I want you,” she whimpers as I increase the speed in which my fingers are fucking her.

“I’m gonna tear you apart,” I warn as I reach down in my jeans pocket and pull out a condom.

“Do it, damn you, just do it!” she cries out.

I rip open the wrapper and roll the fucking condom down my cock as I walk over to my bureau and hit my phone to start that song, “Black.” When I turn around, she is still panting, one hand thrown over her face, the other covering one of her tits that are rising and falling.

I settle on the bed from the bottom, push my arm under her body and lift her. She grips my shoulders as I crawl up the bed with her in my arm, laying her head on the pillow, her black hair fanning out over my white pillowcase.

I lean in and kiss her neck. Her nails scrape lightly up my shoulders, my neck, and back into my hair.

Using my knee, I spread her left leg. With the other knee, I push her right and settle between her sexy, tight, little legs.

“Gage,” she whispers as I kiss across her collarbone and up the other side of her neck.

I push up, hovering above the woman I am about to fuck goddamn hard. Then I lean in and take one of her tits in my mouth, sucking on her nipple, as I reach between us and grab my cock, rubbing it up and down her wet heat.

Looking up, I see her eyes roll as I suck on her tit and rub against her.

I push in slightly, and her eyes widen.

I let her tit fall out of my mouth. “You good?”

“God, I hope you think so,” she says.

“Already do.” I push in more, watching her carefully.

“Oh, hell,” she whimpers.

“Baby, that’s just the tip.”

I roll my hips, and she grips my hair tighter.

“Dammit, Gage, just fuck me,” she says in a shaky voice.

“You have no idea how badly I’d like to.” I let go of the base of my cock and rub her clit.

“Jesus,” she whimpers as I push in more. “Oh, God.”

“Swear to you, this is gonna ruin you for anyone else,” I say as I thrust in until I fucking bottom out.

She grips my hair and pulls her body up while she sinks her teeth into my shoulder.

“Christ,” I groan, feeling my balls tighten so fucking fast it shocks me.

I wrap my arm around her and lean back on my heels, keeping my cock buried inside her. Then I push my legs out from under me and lay back so she’s on top, her hair hanging down on my chest

I lift her chin. “Give me those eyes, Phoenix.”

She looks up. They are dark as night, darker.

“You good?”

She nods once.

“Good. Now ride.”

She looks slightly confused, so I fist her hair and pull her face to mine, kissing those fucking beautiful lips. Then I take her hip in my other hand and rock her back and forth until she gets it.

“Oh,” she breaths out. “Oh.”

“Yeah, just like that. Just like fucking that.”

She sets the damn pace, nice and slow, just like I knew it would be, which is a good damn thing. Otherwise, I would be done in minutes.

I pull away from our kiss, and her head falls back, putting her tits in the right fucking place. I lean up and take one in my mouth, and she gasps.

I pull at her nipple with my teeth, and she moves faster. Then I pull back and take both of her tits in my hands, pushing her up to seated position.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, little Phoenix.”

She stops moving and looks down at me in...confusion? Shock? Something I’m not liking.

“Fucking gorgeous,” I say again because she fucking needs to get it.

“Thank—”

She stops when I thrust up harshly.

“Wasn’t a fucking compliment. It’s the damn truth.”

“I don’t know what to say,” she says quietly.

“Not a damn thing. Just ride. Just fucking ride.”

Goddamn, she rides, and she rides with no damn inhibitions. Her hands on my chest, she moves back and forth, and it feels so fucking good.

Too good.

I reach up and rub the hell out of her clit. Fuck if I’m getting off before she does.

When she buckles and cries out, I take the damn opportunity to flip her on her back.

“Can’t fucking hold back much longer. Gonna fuck you hard.”

She nods and closes her eyes.

“Open your fucking eyes, Phoenix. I wanna watch you, dammit.”

Her eyes open as I pull back and slam into her, over and over, and fucking over again.

“Oh, stop, stop, stop. Aw...fuuuuuck!” she cries out her release.

I take her fucking lips, needing to taste her, shut her up, keep fucking her.

My held in need to come intensifies my release. Everything is so fucking clear. Every-damn-thing until I jet off, over and fucking over, and fucking over again, and then it all goes black.

I open my eyes after I come back from wherever fucking place that release took me. I push up, trying my best to hold most of my weight off her while trying to catch my breath.

“You okay?” she asks quietly.

“Really fucking good,” I mumble as I push off her.

“Did you fall asleep?” she asks, concern in her voice.

Fuck, did I? I ask myself. What the fuck?

“No.” I push myself up and pull out of her.

She sits up and looks at me. The look in her eyes is concern.

“You good?” I ask.

“I think so,” she answers, pulling the covers over her hot as hell body.

I look down at my dick, still hard. “Gotta get rid of this.”

I stumble in the dark to the bathroom as I hear thunder roll outside the house.

I turn on the light switch and nothing happens.

I look back at Phoenix. “Do me a favor and try the light next to the bed.”

Lightning strikes, lighting up the room.

“Doesn’t work,” she says.

I sigh. “I’ll start the generator in a couple minutes.”

I toss my condom in the trash and grab a washcloth, wet it, and run it over my dick that clearly doesn’t know it just fucking came so damn hard I’m pretty fucking sure I blacked out.

When I walk out, lightning fills the sky again, and I see my pants.

I walk toward them and...“Fuck!”

“What is it?” she asks.

“Stubbed my damn toe.”

“Come back to bed,” she says, almost too damn soft to hear.

“Gotta get the electric started up,” I tell her, grabbing my jeans.

“Okay,” she says, getting up.

“Stay put. I’m not done with you yet.” I point to the bed.

Lightning strikes, and I see her get up.

“Did you hear me?” I ask as I pull my jeans up.

“Just because we had sex, doesn’t mean you get to boss me around, Gage Falcon.” She grabs her own clothes.

“You see the lightning? It’s not safe for you to go out there. I got this.”

“Yeah, sure, send a human lightning rod out in an electrical storm,” she quips, dressing.

“I’ll put you back in that bed and tie you down, squirt,” I tell her, not joking, as I reach for my shirt and stumble.

“A drunk lightning rod at that.” She walks past me, throwing on her shirt.

I grab her by the waist and pull her back toward me.

“Not too drunk to make you come...several times.”

She elbows me. “But too drunk to have any sense.”

“You want lights, don’t you?”

“I’m fine until the storm passes. If you’re afraid, I can hold your hand all night.” She tries to wiggle out of my grip.

“Fine, damn.” I give in.

“The person at Mags, they okay without it?” she asks, looking over her shoulder at me.

I can tell by the look on her face that she is curious why I left and possibly why I was gone so fucking long. I don’t even want to think about it.

“My mother was getting some things for Mags,” I tell her only half the story.

“She staying?” she asks.

Fuck no, I think, but simply shake my head.

“Then get back in bed.”

“Addicted already?” I ask.

“Hardly.” She rolls those damn dark eyes.

“You will be.” I pull her shirt up and over her head.

Her eyes widen when I pick her up and toss her onto the bed.

I get naked and, this time...

This time I tear her apart.

I wake to a hellacious headache, face down on the mattress that’s dipping just a bit.

I look to my left and see Phoenix’s hot, little ass, her head in the opposite direction of mine.

I remember why we passed out it this position. Round three, I fucked her doggy style, hard, so fucking hard that we both stayed put after we came.

I’m fucking hard again.

I see her start to move toward the end of the bed and grab her ankle, pulling her toward me.

“Gage,” she sighs.

“Ride’s open.”

“Oh, my God, you’re insatiable.”

I don’t let go of her as I reach over and open the drawer of the nightstand, grab a condom, and rip it open with my teeth.

“I need to brush my teeth and pee.”

“Later,” I tell her as I roll the condom down over my dick. “You want me from the back or front?” I ask, sitting up and grabbing the other ankle.

“I need to pee,” she says as I pull her up my body. “You into that kind of thing, Gage?”

“No, never wanted to be pissed on.”

She points over to my drawer, and I look.

It’s full of condoms.

“Better safe than sorry.”

She climbs off me and walks to the bathroom.

Shit, I think as I sit up.

“Phoenix!” I yell at her.

“What?”

“I haven’t had sex since a fucking major after-divorce binge. You got it?”

“Gross,” she calls back.

“Shit happens,” I say as I slide out of bed.

I hear my phone ringing and know it’s in a pile of clothes on the floor. I get up and paw through hers and mine until I find it.

“Mags, everything okay?” I ask immediately.

“How you two holding up out there with the storm, my boy?”

She sounds like hell, but I needed to hear her voice after last night.

“It’s good, Mags. How are you?”

“Trees down all over. Generator here in hell. You got yours going?”

Shit, I didn’t even realize the storm was that bad.

“Yeah, we’re good,” I tell her, stepping into my jeans.

“You damn fool, your road’s flooded and powerlines are down all over.” Her voice is scratchy, but she’s laughing at me. That’s a good damn sign.

“Well, I think we’ll survive.”

“Three days? The electric company says that’s how long it will take before they get it sorted out up there in Lake Hopatcong.”

“No shit,” I grumble.

“That bar that Phoenix works at, tree went down on it. Everyone’s okay, place was closed, but she’s gonna be out of work for a while.”

I see Phoenix coming out of the bathroom in one of my tee-shirts. Damn, she looks good.

“I’ll let her know when I see her, Mags.”

“You haven’t seen her?” Now she’s pissed. “That big old storm, and she was all alone?”

“She’s fine, Mags,” I assure.

“I bet she is, my boy, I bet she is.”

“Mags,” I warn.

“You two find a way to keep busy for the next couple days.” She chuckles. “Moonshine in the cabin if you need it.”

“I think I’ll be fine,” I tell her.

“Well then, take it easy on her. She’s a little thing.”

“Noted,” I say, looking Phoenix up and down as she walks toward me.

“I had company yesterday,” she tells me.

“Yeah, me, too.”

“What are you gonna do about it?” she asks in a much softer tone.

“Whatever I have to.”

“That’s my boy. You’re a better man, Gage.”

“So you tell me, Mags.”

“So it’s true.”

I don’t say anything.

“Bad time to talk, my boy?”

“Yeah.”

She chuckles softly. “I knew she was with you.”

“Don’t you have a nurse to torment?” I ask, and we both laugh.

“Love you, my boy,” she says.

“You know I feel the same, Mags.”

“Talk soon.”

“Be there to see you as soon as I can.”

“Wrong direction to take. You know what you need to do.”

“You mean, I know what’s expected of me,” I say, trying to bite back the resentment in my voice.

“Come see me when you have it straightened out.” She hangs up.

I pull the phone away from my ear and look at Phoenix. “Could be three days that we’re stuck here.”

She gasps. “It was that bad?”

“Town’s flooded, lines are down, and your Jeep and the bar have something in common.”

“What?” she asks, walking quickly to her shorts and grabbing her phone.

“No one was there, everyone’s okay, but trees seem to be falling all around you, squirt.”

She looks at me out of the corner of her eye, and then back to her phone. “It’s dead.”

“I’ll go get the generator started, so you can charge it. Until then, use this.” I hand her my phone and start to walk away. Then I stop and turn around. “You good?”

She nods. “Yeah.”