Page 82 of Mastered By Desire

Her body arches and she wraps her legs around me, trying to tug me closer. This girl is a banquet. So eager. So obedient. She wants to take control—that much is evident from the way she uses her legs to press at my shoulders and back.

“Let me,” I say in a low, warning voice. “Be still, Miss L.”

She relinquishes the death grip on my shoulders. I spread her legs open, giving me a better view.

Salty-sweet licks, teases against her clit. I press a finger inside her, looking up to see her reaction. Her eyes are the deepest blue I’ve ever seen as she watches me.

With my free hand, I put a finger against her lips. She licks the tip, her eyes on me. Wordlessly, she’s telling me what she would do if she had her mouth on my cock.

I want to come so badly. My cock aches. Every time I brush against the sheets or Leah’s legs, the pressure builds. If I’m not careful, I’ll come in my pants.

Perhaps that wouldn’t be so terrible.

No. I can’t. I won’t. It’s bad enough I’ve brought Leah here, bad enough I let her into my bedroom, my safe retreat from the world’s eyes. I cannot keep pushing past my own limits and boundaries.

Idea abandoned, I push more effort into Leah’s pleasure. Wet, wicked swipes of my tongue, curling my fingers inside of her just so.

“I want—oh my god, Gage?—”

“You want to come,” I say, infusing the words with my own desperation.

“Yes.Please.”

“Do it, baby girl. I’m going to put my mouth on you again and you’re going to come all over my fingers and face.”

I make good on my promise, licking and sucking at her clit rhythmically, in time with my fingers’ movements within her.

She cries out, but I don’t stop what I’m doing. I keep going, enjoying the way she ripples around my fingers, the way her thighs have clamped around my ears, the way she shouts with fierce sounds of joy.

When I feel I’ve carried her all the way to the end, I look up the length of her body. Her eyes are closed, her face a picture of contented bliss.

I crawl up to lie next to her. There, I tug her against me, petting her hair while she comes down from her orgasm high. She flings one of her legs over mine. It weighs against my painfully-hard shaft. I have to hold back my groan.

She obviously feels my erection against her leg because she says, “Gage, are you sure—I mean, I could reciprocate. Iwantto.”

“I appreciate the offer, but no, thank you.”

I can tell she wants to ask why, but thankfully, she doesn’t. I don’t want to make excuses or lie to her.

And I can’t tell her the truth.

Leah

Gage holds me for several minutes, insisting it’s necessary.Aftercare, he called it that first time. He seems to be really into it. I certainly don’t mind the closeness, but I’m not used to it. Mick never held me after sex. Neither did my other previouspartners. I always thought it was something for the movies, or a very privileged subset of the human race.

Sort of like deep, all-consuming love. I’m glad people experience it—or think they do—but I’ve never believed it would be in the cards for me. Sure, I’ve loved a couple of my past boyfriends. I even thought I loved Mick. But it wasn’t soul-deep.

“You’re quiet,” Gage says. “Are you feeling okay after what we did?”

“Yeah. I feel great.” I wouldn’t mind doing more. I want to slide over and lie on top of him. But it seems too bold, especially after he stopped me from touching his cock and turned down my offer to go down on him.

Gage finally relinquishes his hold on me. He picks up his phone and frowns.

“Everything okay?” I ask.

“Yes. It’s good news. They have Detective Wentz in custody.” He continues reading the message on his phone. “As well as the men who took you. None of them are making bail.”

“So I’m safe now,” I say, although it’s hard to believe. My brain knows I’m safe, logically, but my body keeps tensing up. “I don’t have my car here, but if you can’t give me a ride back to the hotel, I can call for one.”

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