Page 53 of Caged in Flames

How the fuck am I supposed to multitask when his mouth is trying to burrow itself into my damn womb?

I bring one of my hands up to help me and the moan Gunner lets out tells me I'm doing something right. I cup his balls and move my mouth down on him until I'm gagging.

At the same time, Gunner inserts two fingers into me, instantly hooking them. He sucks hard on my clit and I combust. I stop my work on him as I let the blinding white take over my vision.

He waits until my legs have stopped shaking before saying, "Good girl."

That’s hot.

I want to make him lose his mind, so I deepthroat him as far as I can, trying to relax to avoid gagging. It works because he taps me gently on the ass in warning.

A warning I do not heed.

Because he comes down my throat seconds later and I choke. I make quick work of cleaning up his dick and my mouth before turning around and straddling him.

He fixes his boxers back in place before crushing me to him in a brutal kiss.

"Nixy. I could wake up every single day to that alarm."

I giggle, because I don't know if he means my hoover act or the eating me out like he's starved.

"Can I call you G-Spot? Because it's a sin how fast you found mine." I cringe when I hear how lame that sounds out loud, but it's the truth. Gunner laughs at me though.

A real deep rumble kind of laugh that vibrates my entire body. I like it. “You can call me whatever you want, baby.”

I smile at him and he kisses my forehead.

“I really like your tattoo. But I’m warning you.” I poke my finger into his chest. “You flash me that inked skin and I cannot be held responsible for what happens next.”

He reaches for my hand and pulls my finger from his chest and to his mouth. He nips at it with his teeth and it sends a shock right through me, causing me to clench my thighs together.

“And just what would you do, baby girl?” I fucking love it when he calls me that and judging by the way his eyes dilate when I push my body further against him, he knows it.

“I’m not sure. Maybe you should whip off your shirt in class next week and find out.” As soon as I say it out loud, I change my mind. Nope. If I want to jump him, I can imagine the prissy bitches around here would do the same.

I should carry pepper spray. At what point in a relationship does the girl get the right to mace a bitch?

Not that a couple of orgasms is necessarily a relationship. I don’t want to ruin this moment by having us define what is going on between us.

Gunner notices the change in my mood. “Hey, Nixy. Don’t worry. I’ll reserve the right to gawk at my ink just for you, okay?”

I laugh and he smiles at me. Leaning into him, he wraps his arms around me until I’m surrounded by him. We cuddle and nap, exhausted from the day before.

It's the best morning I've ever had.

Jane has convinced me that we need to be the kind of friends who would get pedicures together, and because I've come to adore her, I believe her.

There's something about having a stranger scrubbing dead skin off your feet that creates a bond between besties, I guess.

It’s also a much needed break from the hours spent in the academy’s music room. We’ve been at it for what feels like forever, both of us determined to make it the best piece possible.

Jane obviously has alternative motives today, because she waits until I’m completely relaxed before derailing the mood. "I need to know what is going with you and my cousin. And his friends. And Gunner."

The technician currently painting my toes lavender looks up at me and then over to the girl helping Jane.

I give the redheaded she-devil a raise of one brow, but it's clear she did it intentionally to make us all uncomfortable.

"Nothing." I try, but she isn’t falling for it.

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