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  There were a few cat calls and cheers and I blushed furiously, feeling like they knew just what we were about to do. It wasn’t hard to guess.

  Gage hurried along, leading us through the gate and up to the front door after he made sure nobody followed. Once inside, he kissed the hell out of me and pressed me against the wall.

  “I’ve been thinking about you.” He slanted over my mouth and I felt weightless. Held up by puppet strings. He knew he owned me.

  We made it up the elevator to his place. Gage fumbled with his keys trying to get the door open while he groped me with his free hand.

  Our kiss was furious but somehow the knob turned, and we fell into the apartment together. He kicked the door closed. I pulled him down to me, kissing him furiously as his knee parted my thighs. I wanted his worn, fitted jeans off and on the floor as I slipped my hands under the waist to feel his bare skin.

  “Someone wants to get fucked.”

  I nodded quickly, his shirt not coming off as fast as I’d have liked.

  He tore my shirt over my head as I arched my back. “God, I missed these tits.” His hands ripped open my bra, cupping both my breasts before he pulled me into another deep kiss. We stumbled back to his room and he yanked me on top of him, pressing his hard cock against me. If I rocked myself just right I could’ve easily gotten off through the denim of his jeans.

  Gage moved up, gripping my hips.

  He stripped off the rest of his clothes and pinned my hands above my head. When his mouth met my neck, my body lit up in flames.

  I clawed at his back and pulled him closer. “I need you inside me.”

  He groaned in my ear and yanked my skirt down my legs. “Be careful what you wish for. I might not be gentle.”

  “Some of the girls at the bar were pretty.” Where did that come from? What the hell was I doing?

  His hand moved to my cheeks and he dug his fingers in, forcing my mouth into a big O. “I’m fucking you. I’m here with you. Don’t do the jealous thing. You’re better than that.”

  I wasn’t sure if it was a compliment or an insult, but the way he was touching me, kissing me—it all faded into background noise.

  Gage took his time this go around. He licked and sucked and kissed every square inch of my body, almost like he was worshipping me. It felt more—intimate, as opposed to the rough sex the previous night.

  Something inside me told me he didn’t usually go home with a woman two nights in a row. Maybe I was different. My brain knew this type of hope would only crush me harder in the future, but my heart still seemed to hold onto it.

  My hands raked through his hair as he kissed lightly along my inner thighs. I wanted his mouth on me again. God, just the way he teased had me bucking my hips at his face.

  He was going to be the death of me.

  Right as my thoughts began to wander, his tongue flicked across my clit. Electrical currents shot through my limbs.

  “Please don’t stop.” My words came out on a breathy exhale.

  “I like when you sound needy.” He licked me again, even slower.

  “I’m sure you do, asshole.”

  “Now that you mention it.” His tongue slid down my slit and the tip pressed against the rim of my ass.

  I squirmed, but he held my legs down tight on the bed where I couldn’t move. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, but when I glanced down and saw his head between my legs, and his fingers digging into my thighs—it was fucking hot.

  “Nobody’s ever touched this before, have they?” His tongue slid across me again.

  I shook my head, unable to speak as he darted his tongue against me over and over.

  His eyes held a hint of mischief in them when they raised up to mine. “I think you want me to put my cock where my mouth is.”

  “I-I…”

  His tongue swirled up around my clit and I clenched around nothing. My words trailed off.

  “You want to get fucked in the ass like a dirty little slut, don’t you?”

  “God, you’re fucking—”

  Tongue.

  Clit.

  Jesus, it felt so good. My head flew back, and I panted, unable to finish sentences or complete any thoughts.

  “Amazing?” He raised up and smiled, working me with his fingers at the same time and watching every expression on my face.

  “Yes, no, fuck, I don’t know.”

  He slid two fingers deep into me and his lips found my clit once more. My back arched, and I was about to come all over his hand and mouth.

  “Cocky.” I breathed out the word. “That’s what I was going to—”

  He curled his fingers up and I both loved and hated the fact he could seemingly freeze time just by touching me.

  I glanced back down and could practically see him smiling against my pussy, just having the time of his life manipulating my body into submission.

  He lifted up right when I was about to release, and my hips bucked at his hand, searching for some kind of connection, not wanting him to stop touching me.

  He smirked, and I swore I’d never seen a more beautiful man in my life. From his tousled hair down to his broad chest and chiseled abs. Something about the way the light hit him and the way he stared at me—it was like he owned the world, was ready to conquer it. I was a metaphor for his music. He owned me the same way he owned the crowds at his concerts.

  There was something else about him, though. He looked at me the same way I imagined I was looking at him. It was just for a brief second, but it was there.

  He leaned over and kissed me long and hard, sensual and passionate. “You like tasting your pussy on my lips?”

  I nodded.

  “Good. You’re gonna lick it off my cock when I’m done fucking you.”

  “Holy. Shit. Don’t stop talking.”

  His hand snaked into my hair and balled into a fist, and he licked up my neck until his mouth was next to my ear. “You’re gonna take me all the way down your throat, Bristol. Then I’m gonna bend you over this couch, spank your ass, and come in this tight little cunt.”

  I gasped as he pressed harder into me, licking around the shell of my ear. He raised up and straddled me, his cock resting in the valley of my tits and his hand still in my hair.

  He traced circles around my nipples with the head of his dick then spelled out his name letter-by-letter with it. “These are mine.” He leaned forward and lined his cock up with my lips. “Your mouth is mine.”

  I licked the bead of precome on the tip of his cock and took him slowly into my mouth, sucking my cheeks around him as he groaned and tightened his fingers in my hair.

  When I opened my eyes, he was staring straight down at me with intensity, watching his dick slide slowly between my lips.

  I’d never really had an opinion about giving a guy head before. It was usually just part of a transaction, like it was expected, but it never did anything for me. Gage was so different, though. I’d never wanted to please someone so much. I wanted to do it good for him. Maybe it was the fact that he was so commanding, and I knew he’d return the favor ten times over.

  He leaned back a little so that only the tip of his cock was in my mouth, and I moved my head up to try and take him deeper. Just as I was about halfway down his shaft, his hand cupped my pussy and he squeezed.

  My jaw tensed and my mouth suctioned even harder around his thick shaft.

  “Jesus, that fucking mouth of yours.” He groaned and squeezed my pussy harder in his hand.

  A yelp caught in my throat, but in the best possible way.

  He pulled his cock from my mouth and leaned down into my face, still gripping me between my legs. His eyes were hard as steel as his jaw clenched. “This pussy is mine.” He practically growled the words at me. “It belongs to me. Got it?”

  I nodded and opened my mouth for him.

  His devilish smile returned. “Good girl.” He leaned back up. “Stick out your tongue.”

  I obeyed.

  He gripped his cock at the b
ase and slapped it on my tongue. “Keep your mouth just like that.” He rubbed the head all around my lips in a slow circle. “Fucking beautiful.”

  “I wanna taste it again.”

  “Oh yeah? You want me to fuck this pretty little mouth?”

  “Mmhmm.”

  He pushed past my lips and I leaned back up at the same time, trying to take all of him. He was so thick it stretched my lips almost to the point it hurt, but I wasn’t going to stop. I couldn’t. I wanted to take him farther than anyone ever had. I wanted to be better than anyone he’d ever had, so he’d never want to go anywhere else. I wanted to give him whatever he wanted.

  “Jesus, Bristol. Fuck.”

  I felt him hit the back of my throat and his knuckles dug against my scalp. Every muscle in his body tightened and his eyes rolled up into his head, letting me know how much he enjoyed what I was doing for him.

  I hummed and sucked my cheeks in as hard as I could, trying to take him even farther as my nose pressed up against him.

  He pulled away, his cock springing from my lips. I gasped for air, my chest rising and falling with huge breaths.

  “I’m gonna come if you keep sucking me like that.”

  I smiled on the inside, pleased with myself.

  Before I knew what’d happened, he flipped me over onto my stomach.

  Gage

  Bristol arched her ass in the air like an offering to me. I had to sit back for a moment and just admire her pink, swollen pussy. My cock ached just at the sight of her.

  I tried to tell myself it was just biology. I was programmed to want to fuck her, just like every other man on the planet. But there was something more here, something about her. Sure, I wanted my cock inside her twenty-four seven, but I also wanted more. I was interested in her. I cared about what was going on with her. I liked being around her, and when she wasn’t around, it felt like part of me was incomplete.

  I leaned over and took her entire pussy in my mouth. Usually, I’d eat pussy just to get it ready to fuck, but with Bristol, I wanted to do it. I wanted to push every button and get her off, regardless of my own needs. I wanted her to feel good, and never have enough of me, whether it was my mouth or my cock.

  She moaned with every flick of my tongue and her ass pressed harder up against my face with every passing second.

  With a hand on each ass cheek, I spread her open and lined my cock up with her entrance. I teased the tip in and out, my eyes involuntarily closing at how hot and ready she was to take me.

  Her thighs practically quivered and I could tell she was seconds away from an orgasm. “Look at this needy little pussy, Bristol.” I spread her pussy open with my thumbs and looked over every inch of it.

  I didn’t want to wait. I wanted to pound into her, but making her wait in anticipation was just as awesome.

  “Fuck me.” She breathed out the words with the side of her face pressed down on a pillow.

  “Ohh, I like it when you beg. You want my cock?”

  “Yes, God, please.”

  I leaned over her back, pressed her head down harder with one hand, and fisted my cock with the other. I angled it a fraction of an inch from her tight cunt.

  “You gonna take it all like a good girl?”

  “Yes, I promise.” Her voice squeaked as I inched barely inside her.

  Her pussy clenched, and I thought I might pass out it was so fucking hot and wet.

  “You want me to fuck you hard?”

  She started to speak but I smacked her across the ass.

  She yelped and bit down on the pillow. “Mmhmm.”

  I massaged the pink handprint I’d just left on her. Even her ass was perfect. Everything about her was perfect.

  I moved my hand and leaned down so that my face was pressed against her cheek, still pinning her to the bed. “I’m gonna come in your pussy because it’s mine. It belongs to me. Got it?”

  “Oh my God.”

  I smacked her ass again, harder this time. “Got it?”

  “Yes.”

  I drove into her hot cunt, all the way to the hilt, and an explosion of euphoria ripped through my body.

  “Shit!” Bristol’s pussy clamped down on me immediately and an orgasm flooded her body.

  She clenched around me so hard I didn’t even know if I could keep fucking her. Her hands clawed into the bedsheets.

  I didn’t think anything could top our first night together, but we were just fucking perfect. Our bodies fit together just right, like the planets aligning each time we fucked. Each moment seemed better than the last.

  “You gonna come for me again?”

  “Mmhmm.” She nodded, eyes closed.

  “Yeah you are. Come on my fucking dick.” I thrust balls-deep into her again.

  She tightened around me once more and I couldn’t hold back any longer. “God, this pussy is like heroin. I can’t get enough of it, Bristol.” I grunted and shoved into her as deep as humanly possible.

  My balls tightened, and fuzzy stars filled my vision as I let loose inside her, filling her to the brim. I kept my cock buried in her as our orgasms subsided, both of us panting relentlessly.

  After a second or two, I brushed a few sweaty strands of hair from her cheek and dropped a kiss on her mouth. “I could stay inside you forever.”

  “Please do.”

  A freshly-fucked grin spread across her mouth and she purred as I peppered kisses up and down her neck. I didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world.

  Bristol

  Oh my fucking God. He felt so good as I collapsed on the bed. He didn’t pull his cock out at all, just kept it inside me while he kissed up and down my neck.

  I couldn’t help but be nervous at the fact he came inside me—so many times I’d lost count. But it was all so right. How tight I was as he fucked me, stretching my pussy more with every thrust. The way it felt when he filled me.

  “Fuck.” He finally pulled out and collapsed against me. “That was so good after the way you were teasing me earlier.”

  “Teasing you?”

  He moved a hand under me to cup a breast.

  “The way you were shaking your hips on the dance floor drove me insane. I was hard just watching you. Is that the way you were looking at me at that first show?” His voice was low, and I thought back to that night.

  “I think I was looking at you harder that night. Does that make sense? I was so into everything about you.”

  “Yeah. I wish I could’ve seen you.”

  We slowly moved to the kitchen to get some water before going back to his room. I stumbled through the door and dropped on the bed.

  “When’s your roommate coming back?”

  “Two days.” He walked out of the room and immediately came right back, grinning. “Needed to lock the front door. Was in a bit of a hurry to fuck you.”

  He stalked back toward the bed, his eyes already hungry again. His lips pressed against mine and I could still taste myself on his tongue. It was hot. I never thought I could be so turned on.

  I closed my eyes as he got up again and walked to the living room, finally let myself relax. This was all amazing, but I still had this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that I was fooling myself. Gage had a lot of female fans that would do anything to be with him.

  He was going to Los Angeles to record a new album in a couple of weeks and they’d be busy writing. I’d overheard him talking to Jake about it.

  I’d be overwhelmed with school.

  I was sure he’d get tired of me eventually, and then what?

  I glanced up as he came into the room with clothes over his arm and a big bottle of water in his hand. He dropped my stuff on a chair in the corner and handed the water to me, smiling in the dimly lit room.

  We ended up making out again, and before long, my legs were spread. Gage was on top, moving slow and deep this time. It felt like more than just sex, but then again, maybe I was just being a girl. Maybe I wanted it to be more than it was. Almost as soon as we finished, we
fell asleep, tangled up in each other. I tried to log every detail in my brain. I knew there was a good chance that once he left for California I may never hear from him again.

  The following morning we were supposed to have breakfast with Jake and Valerie. We had sex two more times, once in the bed and once in the shower. It was insane. I couldn’t get enough of him and my stomach seemed to tighten with each second closer to when he’d be leaving.

  I pulled on my skirt without underwear, tying one of his shirts around my waist to look a bit more presentable. We left the house and he drove us to the diner in his SUV, singing along to Every Mile on the radio.

  “Can you just sing anything and sound amazing?”

  He laughed. “It’s just something I could always do.”

  “I liked these guys and now you’ve ruined them for me.” I smiled, knowing I’d rather hear him sing than anyone else.

  We arrived at the diner first, got a table, and ordered coffee. Gage slumped back with a hat pulled down low and I leaned against his shoulder.

  “We’re leaving for LA in a week and a half.”

  I know. I’m counting down the days until you break my heart.

  “How long will you be there?” I did my best to keep a light and casual tone.

  He shrugged. “A week? A month? Maybe more. We write a lot of songs and pick what we want to keep. Recording after that. There’s no real timeline. Just when the work is done.”

  I tried not to think about him partying with women during their down time. Which made it impossible to think of anything else.

  Fuck. I just wanted to enjoy this. He was supposed to be a fling. Fun for one night. I knew better than to do this to myself.

  “Sounds great. It’s good that you can, umm, just relax and focus on that.”

  “I miss Colorado when I’m gone. It’s lower key here. We only go there because our manager insists. He’s got a wife and twins that he hates to leave for too long.”

  “Makes sense.” I flashed him a soft smile.

  “It’s good to get away sometimes too. Change things up. Sometimes it’s good for writing.”