Chapter 30

Kendall

This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. One minute Gage was standing there in pants and his boots and then, naked. Maybe something happened in the meantime, but I didn’t remember. My mind just seemed to stutter as he straightened up after tossing his boots to one side, struggling to take in everything he’d just revealed.

Damn…

Gage was big, I knew that academically, but seeing was different to imagining. It wasn’t just the muscles on top of muscles. The guy had cum channels on his abs for fucks’ sake, but as my eyes dropped down I saw just how big he was.

Damn…

Like that was not going to fit anywhere at all, ever, so why the hell did my mouth go dry at the thought of it? His hand slid down and encircled his cock, giving it a few experimental tugs, the head just growing a deeper red before he pulled away.

“You’ve seen mine.” His bare feet slapped in the pooling water. “Now it’s time to see yours.”

I wanted to say no, nope, I’ve changed my bloody mind because the harsh light of the bathroom wouldn’t do me any favours, but my mouth closed when he got close.

“Please, Kendall.” OK, going forward I only wanted to date guys who begged to see me naked. “Baby, please. You’ve got no fucking idea how much I’ve been waiting. I need…”

He didn’t get to finish that sentence because there was only one way to do this. I toed off my work shoes and kicked them aside before peeling off my damp pants and underwear, the sound of fabric sucking as it stuck to my skin not sexy at all. Any worries I had were tossed aside when he tilted my chin up so I saw every moment of his supremely masculine satisfaction.

“You are so fucking beautiful. Jesus, Kendall, you have no idea…”

But I was starting to get an idea when he kissed me again, his whole body shifting against mine as he stroked my hair, my face, one hand encircling my neck and tracing the rapid skitter of my pulse, right as he stole my breath away. My lips followed his when he went to pull back, but not for what I thought he would do. Instead, he dropped down and pressed the gentlest of kisses to my belly, then wrapped his arms around my middle, as if to stop me from running out the door.

But I wasn’t going anywhere.

Our original purpose came back to me when I went to stroke his hair. The shower had dislodged some of the mess, but not enough. It was still sticky and matted and I told him that.

“Maybe we should clean up first—” A shower bottle was shoved into my hand, right as he kissed my hip bone, then my belly button. “So I should—?”

“Do whatever you have to,” he finished for me. “Because I know what I need.” Those eyes felt like they glowed in the dim light of the bathroom as he stared up at me. “I need to taste you, Kendall, so fucking much.”

“But I haven’t washed—”

“Need to taste the day on you, babe.” Another kiss, then another, our gazes still locked together as he dropped lower. “No soap needed.”

I uncapped the bottle, feeling his breath on my skin as he pressed kisses to my hip then my mound. The first squirt of the shampoo hit his scalp as his tongue flicked out. He didn’t just separate my folds but reminded me they were there in the first place, nerve endings long starved of attention coming to life at the first lick. My fingers sank into his hair, only belatedly remembering to massage the shampoo in when I felt the stickiness.

Oh god…

I moaned something to that effect, the sound of the water, the pound of its spray on my skin a second caress. Not one that could compete with what he was doing. He found my clit on the first lick, tracing its shape, reminding me of its throb, and then making it ache even more right before his lips closed over it. Long, slow, oh-so-thorough swallows had it tugging away from my skin, my teeth locking down as a strangled moan escaped my throat. I couldn’t do anything but move my fingers weakly, feeling the shampoo foam around the tips as my hips tilted, my thighs spreading wider, surrendering ground. And he took advantage, forcing his shoulders between them, then lifting me up the wall to settle my legs around his head, right before he dove back in.

Was this what it would’ve been like? Between waves of pleasure, I hated my brother viciously for just a second as each one hit me hard, threatening to pull me down into the undertow, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was Gage’s persistent mouth winding me tighter, then the slow circle of his fingers in question around the mouth of my cunt.

“Yes…” I gasped, right before they thrust in, two at a time, to make sure I felt the stretch, then another for good measure. I felt stretched to my limits, but my body corkscrewed against them, needing more. “Yes… Yes… Yes…” I was a cheerleader, encouraging him with soft whispers and frantic hands. “Oh my god, yes…”

Then those fingers curled up, grazing something so sensitive I nearly bucked off his face. His mouth popped free as he stared up at me, the glisten of me covering his chin right before the water washed him clean.

“You gonna come on my fingers like a good girl?” I couldn’t reply even as I felt a need to, barely able to make a small nod. “I think you are.” My strangled squeal was my only response as he pressed down harder, somehow making the pleasure multiply exponentially. “If you do that, I’ll make sure you have another orgasm and another, until you can’t anymore.”

I wanted to say that it wasn’t possible, that I had only one chance at this, and he could either make it amazing or disappointing, but it seemed he knew my body better than I did. He bent his head again, like a penitent before an altar, but all he was worshipping was me.

Sometimes I felt like orgasm was a wisp of something ready to slip through my fingers, leaving me to chase after it, but not always catching it. Not with Gage. I felt completely helpless, riding his face, my back propped against the wall, as his tongue took me exactly where I needed to go. Filled, stretched, licked continuously—I was making inhuman sounds that echoed all through the bathroom, getting louder and louder, a need to stifle them squashed by this.

Oh god… Oh my fucking god…

He grabbed me and threw me into a freefall, the entire spiral down one long, pulsing wave of pleasure after another. But rather than trail away, they seemed to get more intense. My eyes flicked open, staring blindly, not able to do anything other than feel.

Like I was filled with a golden light so perfect it lit every part of me up inside, driving out all the shadows of pain, confusion, and uncertainty and replacing it with him. Him licking me now, testing the boundaries of my body very, very gently, but growing bolder with every lick, right before I began to writhe.

The next orgasm was sweeter somehow. An unexpected pleasure I welcomed with open arms, glad to see it, to feel that same rush tear through every single wall I’d spent so much time building, leaving me wobble-legged and shaking when he finally let me down.

“I didn’t think…” Words felt clumsy and weird in my mouth, but I forged on. “I didn’t think I could do that again.”

“I’d be happy to show you exactly what your body is capable of.” He kissed me before I could answer, with lips that tasted of me, but that didn’t stop my arms from going around his shoulders, my legs around his hips as he picked me up.

“I haven’t done anything for you,” I said between kisses. “I need to get you off.”

“I can think of a way we can make both of those things happen.” His nose nudged mine. “There’s nothing I want more than to bury myself inside you. I need to go deep, Kendall, as deep as you’ll let me. Tell me you want that.”

I was dazed and half drunk on pleasure, so I said the only thing I could in such circumstances.

“Yes, Gage. Yes.”