Page 27 of Surviving Lies

“Rough! Fucking pinch me!” I yelled, needing him to get back to work.

And he did. He pulled my clit out of its hood, in between his two fingers, and squeezed it to the point where I almost had to tell him to stop. The combination of pleasure and pain was new to me, but I quickly determined that I fucking loved it as my body writhed in his grip. Then two fingers plunged inside me, pumping in and out, hard. I was at that cliff, ready to go over. The orgasm was at its peak when he somehow shifted us and I fell to the side of him. His lips landed on my nipple as he sucked it deep into his mouth. One hand now did the work of two, driving hard inside me as his thumb found my clit.

My hands reached for his head, pulling him against my chest as he furiously devoured my breast. As his hand worked his magic between my legs, he quickly learned the attention he gave my clit was what earned him the moans in his ear. That hard bundle of nerves became his entire focus as his fingers swirled it between them, pulling on it just the right amount.

That kicked me over the edge.

And I fell.

Hard.

My body shook uncontrollably as the orgasm soared through me, continuous, as if it would never end. My legs contorted in my ecstasy, their own attempt to move his hand, the feeling so intense. But Gage held tight, his fingers still swirling around my clit as his tongue laved my nipple. The movements slowed gradually; his mouth started peppering my breast with kisses as his hand rubbed along the inside of my thighs, the orgasm nearing its end.

And when it was over, my eyes found him smiling down on me. He used his one arm to hold me while the other put my shorts back in place. I pulled my bra and tank down, but he didn’t let go, keeping me in his arms.

My immediate response was to reach for the button of his jeans. I felt the hard bulge beneath the zipper of his pants as I did. His hands came over the top of mine, holding them still. Eventually, he moved my hands away while keeping them in his grip. I looked up, the question in my eyes.

“Not now,” he said. “This was just about you.”

All I could offer him was a small smile and a nod.

We sat quietly for a few moments, me looking up at him while he stared out at the water. It was quiet around us since no one had come walking by on the path, which stressed the silence between us. I wouldn’t say it had become awkward, but it was on its way. To prevent that from happening, I started sitting up, making my move to get going.

But he stilled me and pulled me to face him. Our eyes connected right before his lips consumed mine. A kiss was not what I was expecting. As contradictory as it may seem, a kiss felt too intimate. And I knew we’d kissed already, but this was supposed to be simple, a hookup. Kisses were more than that.

But kiss me he did.

“I think this has become my new favorite spot, too,” I chuckled as he pulled his mouth from mine.

“Yeah, definitely a newfound love for this spot,” he said.

Using my hands to push up, I sat next to him, further adjusting my clothes along the way.

“I’ve always loved coming here,” he continued. “But I can honestly say it was never quite this exciting.”

I looked over at him as my face flushed a deep crimson, suddenly embarrassed by what I allowed him to do. We barely knew each other, and that was, well, that was intense.

And Lanie was right; he knew his way around a woman’s body, which made him very dangerous for me. But I wouldn’t be thinking about that. Not now, anyway.

“Oh, shit! What time is it?” I screeched as I scrambled to my feet. Finding my sandals in the grass, I shoved my feet in them and hooked my backpack on my shoulder.

“Almost two. Have another class?” he asked, looking up at me casually from his seat against the tree.

“No, but I have a meeting for my business fraternity and I’m running late!”

The thousand-watt smile he gave me, coupled with the five o’clock shadow he had by midday, was almost enough to make me want to miss it; he looked fuckin’ hot.

“Well, I’m sorry, Becca. I don’t want you to be late.”

“There are worse reasons to be late for something,” I said as I stared down at him, wondering if he was going to get up or not. But I knew it would be better if he didn’t; I wouldn’t be able to leave anytime soon. I started taking a few steps down the pier, toward the path. “You’re making a habit of sending me off with something to think of you by.”

He laughed out loud. “I guess I am. How am I doing?” He leaned against his knees, watching me walk away.

“Not bad,” I said, walking backward. “This last one, definitely your best effort. It might be hard to concentrate in this meeting.”

“Well, that’s better than ‘not bad’ then. That sounds like I did pretty damn good, if you ask me.” He gave a small wave as I started walking faster.

“See ya later, Gage.”

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