19. Not Fair

They dove into their food, both of them eating fast and not talking.

Sage wasn't sure the last time she'd done that before, but it was both exciting and arousing.

When half her steak was gone, she attacked one side of the baked potato. She picked up a few bites of carrots and passed on the salad.

"I'm done," she said.

He moved back from the stool he was sitting on. His plate wasn't even close to empty, but most of the steak was gone.

"Let's go," he said, picking her up under the arms and kissing her. "We can finish after. I've eaten plenty of cold food in my life."

"The same," she said. She went to put her legs around his waist, but he shifted her and had her over his shoulder as if she were a bag of sand he had to move.

She was hanging upside down and laughing as he carried her up the stairs.

"You okay like that?"

"Not a problem," she said.

"Good," he said, his hand coming down on her butt in a light tap then a caress that felt as if it was burning through the denim of her jeans.

They got to his room and he dropped her on the bed. "Pretty sturdy," she said. "It didn't make a noise and I didn't bounce."

He smiled. "I've got a good mattress."

His hands were reaching for the button on her jeans and then undoing them to yank them down fast with her underwear, her socks coming off too. Her shoes had been left downstairs.

"I'll get the rest and you work on your clothing."

"I can do that," he said, moving back. He lifted his shirt over his head and she wanted to watch him undress. There was something about his body that just amazed her.

How could he be the same small scrawny kid?

The minute he was as naked as her, he jumped on the bed and went to land on her, but she moved on him and he hit the mattress.

"Sorry," she said, laughing.

"What was that about?"

"Roll over," she said. "I'm going to make you happy. I need to get to work."

She locked her fingers together and turned them inside out as she stretched them and popped her knuckles.

"I think I'm scared."

"Be afraid. Be very, very afraid," she said.

She got on her knees, wrapped her hands around his long stiff cock and started to stroke.

Her eyes met his and they both had a smile on their faces.

"Is that all you"re going to do? Can I lie back and relax?"

"You can lie back and enjoy," she said. "I've got no problem there."

He lay all the way back, put his hands behind his head and his biceps were flexing.

She gave him a wiggle of her eyebrows as she stroked him a few more times, then replaced her hand with her mouth.

One quick pass up and down, getting him nice and wet and then she started to lick him as if he were one of her fingers she'd stuck in cool whip and wanted to get it all off.

"Jesus," he said.

"Yummy," she said. He had some dew dribbling out of the top that she touched with her tongue and pulled back, the long string going with it. She'd hoped it'd happen.

Once the string of dew snapped, she went right back to lapping him up as much as she could.

He was wiggling around on the bed at the same time his hips were lifting to get closer.

"You're killing me," he said.

"Good," she said. "You do this to me enough."

But she wanted to put him out of his misery. No reason to annoy anyone.

She covered him completely with her mouth again and started to bob up and down, her tongue continuing the length of him while she did it.

She'd stop and suck for a few seconds, then when his hips would lift and he'd moan, she'd change it up to licking and sucking.

She lost track of how long she was going and only knew her jaw was starting to ache.

He had a lot more restraint than she thought he did.

She put her hand on him and started to jerk him off a bit while she took a break and looked up to see his eyes closed, a pained expression on his face and sweat everywhere.

"What's wrong?" she asked, stopping.

"What?" he asked, opening his eyes.

"Am I hurting you? Why didn't you say anything?"

"Yeah, you're hurting me. My dick has so much pressure behind it and I'm trying not to explode in your mouth."

She started to laugh. "I was trying to get you to do that. No wonder why my jaw hurts. Damn."

"Seriously?" he asked.

"Yeah. Stop holding back. I'll go back to it if you promise not to control everything."

"You're sure?" he asked.

"I wouldn't have said I was if I wasn't," she said.

He let out a loud sigh and she wanted to laugh over that. It's like he was relieved that she'd put all the teasing to an end.

It was a good thing because she wasn't positive her jaw might not lock up on her in a few minutes.

Sage closed her mouth over him again, started to suck and she moved up and down, her wet fist working with her.

It might have been two strokes and he was coming in the back of her throat. Guess he'd been holding himself back.

The noises coming out his mouth as she kept it up were intoxicating and kept her moving up and down until there was nothing else left.

She sat back on her heels and looked at his face.

It was relaxed now, a smile on his face, his eyes all but glossed over. "You look like you're drunk. Or high."

He shook his head and was back to normal after that. It was almost funny to have witnessed.

And then he flipped her quickly so that she was on her back and he was down between her legs.

Two fingers were inside of her and she let out a groan.

Then his mouth landed on her swollen bud and he was attacking it with the same gusto she had his cock.

It was less than a minute and she was coming and chanting his name.

When her hips were unmoving on the bed, she opened her eyes and saw him looking at her.

"Not fair," she said. "You didn't get lockjaw."

"I can go back at it and do it again," he said.

She lifted her eyebrows up and down. "Maybe later. I think I need that wine right now."

He held his hand out to her and helped her up. "We can do that," he said. "Do you have sweats or something comfy to put on?"

"Leggings," she said. "And just a cotton shirt. I'll grab my fleece to wear outside."

He walked into the closet on the other side of the room and tossed her a big hoodie.

"Wear that. It will be warmer than your fleece."

She had her bra and underwear on and was pulling up her leggings, then slipped her arms into his sweatshirt.

"This is nice and soft. I'm swimming in it but love that too."

She barely wore any clothing of the guys she'd been with in the past. She always wanted to, but no one had ever offered.

They both were dressed and walked back downstairs. "I'll get your wine if you want to go out on the patio. I bet it's nice and warm there and I'll add some more wood to the fire."

She opened the glass doors and took a seat, and the heat from the fire pit was felt as soon as she got close to a chair. This was going to be nice and comfortable.

It gave her a few minutes to think about the conversation that she'd had with Knox earlier. The one where he pointed out that she was hired for her contacts. That was what made her good at her job.

Next week Harmony James was going to do a video on the Holly Bloom Foundation. She was coming to town this weekend and interviewing all three sisters and finding out what it meant to them.

She'd seen Harmony's work. Sage would edit the videos for the maximum effect. Each sister was getting a feature story. One a week for three weeks.

She'd suggested the idea and Harmony had been on board with it. She said she loved the products and stood behind them.

There was this excitement about what was to come and the possibility of giving the foundation this massive boost.

No, it wasn't revenue that would help the business, but it was getting their name out there. And if people bought a product for the cause and then loved what they got, they'd come back for more.

Just in time for the holidays too.

"Here you go," Knox said, handing over her wine. He had a beer in his hand and sat next to her. "How are you feeling? You looked deep in thought."

"I was," she said. "But I'm not now. I'm ready to just relax tonight."

"Do you want the rest of our dinner?" he asked. "I can bring it out."

"I could eat," she said.

"Then sit here and let me get it."

He put his beer down and went to the kitchen. It was taking longer than she thought it would and when he returned with their plates, their food was warm.

"You're a keeper, Knox. I'm not sure why no one has snatched you up before now. You've got the looks. The body. The personality. And you cooked and served me. What more could a woman want? Oh yeah, a guy that can perform in bed. Check, check, check, check and check. Sounds like I'm winning."

"I might be thinking the same thing," he said, smiling at her.