15. Chapter 15

Our dinner in town was magical. I'd never felt so genuinely breathless or cherished by a man. The food was phenomenal, same as the service, and we seemed to breeze in and out of the restaurant without anyone noticing. Gage even held my hand while we walked out which absolutely stunned me. I noticed a few people glance our way, but no one stopped Gage for a photograph or asked him to sign something which I considered a minor miracle simply because we had two hulking guards accompanying us. The patrons of the bistro might have missed Gage's identity but there was no way the guards didn't draw their attention. They were impossible to miss. The larger one had to tip his head down to clear the door frame of the restaurant.

We stayed for about two hours before Gage suggested we go home and have another drink there. If his thoughts were traveling the same route as mine, it meant we'd be having that drink in his bed. As soon as we slid into the front seat of the SUV, his mouth was on mine. I could taste the wine he'd consumed and the braised duck he'd had for dinner. Each was equally tasty.

Once we returned to the estate the guards did a quick walk around the house to make sure no one had attempted to breach any of the security systems in place and all doors remained locked. As soon as we were cleared to enter, Gage led me in through the kitchen door into the house.

"Sorry about the security bullshit," Gage said as he shut and locked the door behind me.

"Totally understandable," I said and sat on a stool at the center island in the room. "I know they have to do their job and I appreciate knowing they're looking out for you—us."

"I get it most of the time but sometimes I wish I could just go about my day going anywhere I want without having to deal with any of this," Gage explained. He pulled out the bottles of vodka and vermouth from the freezer to make us another martini. "Even if I retired from music tomorrow, I'd still need a security detail for decades to come before people left me alone."

"I see your point but you also seem to deal with the necessary protocols with a lot of ease, almost as if this is normal behavior everyone deals with," I said. "I'm guessing that comes from many years of living in the spotlight."

"It's second nature for me now," Gage said and shrugged. "In the very beginning it was a total rush to have security accompanying me and the band everywhere we went but it got old real fast. For a while I was resentful of the constant loss of privacy, but I've accepted it now. I still consider it an intrusive burden, but I also realize it has to happen to keep me safe."

"It gives me peace of mind knowing you have a team watching your back," I said.

"I have a couple of teams back in LA," Gage said. "They've worked for me for a long time and we know each other. I consider a few of them friends at this point since we spend so much time together." Gage handed me my drink and he clinked his glass against mine. "Here's to a pretty decent first date."

"I'd say it was a lot better than decent," I corrected.

"Best part is the date isn't over yet," he said in a flirty tone.

"Will I be getting a kiss at the end of this date?" I teased.

"You'll be getting a whole lot more than a kiss," he said and winked.

My cock flexed in my pants at the things he was promising. The filthy images popping up in my head had my nerve endings buzzing with anticipation. I knew he wanted to take things further in bed but I could also tell something was holding him back from making the first move. Normally, I'd be happy as hell to start things off for us but since Gage had never done anything sexual with a man before me, I had to respect that and let him set the pace for us. It was killing me to be so patient but that just proved how much I already cared about him to allow this snail-pace to go on this long. For him, I'd wait months, but it wasn't my typical nature.

Once we finished our drinks Gage took my hand and led me to his bedroom at the end of the hallway. He stopped beside his bed and kissed me while his fingers worked to pull off my polo shirt. My hand reached for the belt on my pants, but Gage grabbed for my wrist to stop my movement. His eyes held mine.

"Can I do it?" he asked.

I nodded for him to proceed and then watched him drop to his knees and rest on his heels before me. Seeing him in this position stole my breath. His deft fingers worked quickly to unbutton my pants and pull down the zipper before he eased the garment down onto my thighs. My straining cock tented my snug boxer briefs, and he studied the outline with curiosity. Then he pressed his cheek to my shaft while his hands held on to my thighs. My fingers naturally sifted through his thick hair, cool to the touch and so damn soft.

Gage rolled his face to nestle his nose against my briefs and inhaled loudly. A deep moan rumbled from his throat and vibrated against my sac. I felt a pulse of pre-come leak from my tip. To my surprise, he opened his mouth and nipped his way along my shaft toward the head through the fabric. The heat of his breath seared a path as he inched along at his own pace. His fingers curled over the waistband of the boxer briefs and tugged them down below my ass cheeks, then he did the same to the front and my cock sprung free to slap against my lower stomach.

"My god, your scent is intoxicating," Gage whispered.

His lips were only a few inches from touching my cock and I was having trouble breathing. He'd never been this close to me and the sheer idea he might put his mouth on me had another pulse of excitement seep from my slit. I saw the moment his eyes caught what happened and the look of fascination crossed his handsome face. His gaze lifted to mine, sincerity oozing from his, and a sense of wonderment making his mouth form an "O." I smiled warmly at him and gripped his hair a little tighter as my way of a nod of approval. It was all I could do to stop the urge to stuff myself into his mouth but I refrained. Witnessing him explore was heady and at this point I was sure I'd be able to come from nothing more than the heat of his breaths ghosting over my cock.

Finally, Gage extended his tongue and lapped at the smears of pre-come coating my stomach. I heard him moan which sent another blast of fluid out of the tip. Gage moved quickly and lapped the drip directly from the source and my knees wobbled. It was the first time his tongue made contact with my dick and I was nearly delirious from the pleasure. His tongue swirled around my crown and I was almost shaking.

"You taste so fucking good," Gage said.

"I'll come if you keep licking me," I panted through gritted teeth.

"Isn't that the point?" he asked with his molten gaze burning into mine.

"You've seen how much I shoot," I warned. "Do you want your face completely painted with that much spunk?"

"Maybe I'll swallow?" he suggested, and I nearly lost it then.

"Fuuuck," I sighed, and my head lolled backward.

I swear I heard Gage chuckle right before his lips wrapped around my shaft and sank down onto me as far as he could go before his gag reflex kicked in. A wave of euphoria hit me and I was lightheaded, almost disoriented, but the sexy noises coming out of Gage pulled me back into the moment. He was blowing me like he did this every day, with gusto and precision, and I internally applauded his efforts.

"Holy fuck!" I cried out when he took another inch of me into his throat.

Gage slurped and sucked while his hand played with my balls just the way I liked it—firm but not too firm and with a little tugging for good measure. I was already so close to letting go. My skin was beginning to bead with sweat.

"Gaaage, I'm not going to last," I said and stroked along his jawline and chin covered in his own saliva. His face was flushed from arousal and also from the exertion of sucking me and his hair was a wild mess from my fingers but he'd never looked sexier to me.

"Come in my mouth," he rasped. "I want to taste you on my tongue."

"Jesus," I sighed. "You don't know what you're asking for."

"Give it to me," he urged.

"You'll drown."

"No, I won't," he mumbled around his full mouth. "I want it."

He fisted my shaft and twisted on the up stroke while his tongue continued to torture me with flicks and broad laps everywhere he could reach. Somewhere in the haze of it all I lost my will to fight off the impending orgasm. I roared when it hit me and I held nothing back.

Not one drop.

I looked down in time to see Gage struggle to swallow my load and sputter through each blast I fed to him. When I finally finished what I was sure was the longest release of my life, I realized Gage had managed to swallow almost as much as he wore all over his face and chest. The look of bewilderment and awe in his watery eyes was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. I dropped to my knees in front of him and kissed him hard, tasting myself all over his lips and chin. Then I rolled him onto his back and cleaned up his chest before I collapsed beside him on the floor. I definitely needed a minute to catch my breath before I returned the favor but it seemed Gage had something else in mind.

I was still doing my best to get control of my breathing while Gage began to remove the rest of my clothing and then did the same to himself.

"Just give me another minute and I'll be ready," I huffed.

Gage straddled my hips and leaned over me to brush his lips against mine. "I want you on my bed," he whispered. "When you're able to stand."

"I think you sucked my brains out through my dick," I teased. "But I'm sure I have enough brain cells left to blow you into oblivion."

Gage shook his head and smiled. "I don't want your mouth—not this time," he said. He dragged his thick cock back and forth over my stomach and pelvis. My spent cock was making a valiant effort to spring back to life, but it was still down for the count. His hand pushed my left leg out and he nestled in between my thighs. I felt his fingers working between us, lower, until he found my hole. He toyed with the entrance without entering while his gaze held mine, wordlessly speaking through nothing but touch.

"Is that what you want?" I asked him and he nodded slowly.

"I want to come inside you," he said, almost against my lips.

Now my cock had a vested interest in this new plan. I rolled Gage over and put him on his back with me straddling his hips and that massive cock pulsing beneath my balls. "You want to fuck me?"

"I definitely do," he answered.

My smile was wide as I stood and offered him a hand to help him off the floor. His cock was rock hard with a bead of pre-come dripping from his tip. I wasn't sure I'd be able to take all of him but I was more than willing to die trying. While Gage climbed onto the bed I gathered the tube of lube we'd been using and a condom he had on the table beside the bed and joined him in the center of the king-sized bed.

I was about to squirt lube onto my fingers to prep myself until Gage tugged the tube out of my hand. "Can I do that?" he asked.

He coated his fingers with a very liberal amount of the thick liquid while I settled on my side and spread my upper leg open for him. He moved up beside me, face-to-face. His slippery hand skimmed over my half-mast cock and slid behind my sac to toy with my rim. I hummed and he eased the tip of his index finger in to the first knuckle. He'd done this to me before and didn't waste any time making me pliant and so very ready for him. By the time he was sliding three fingers into me, my cock was back to being hard enough to pound nails.

"You like that?" he asked in a low, sexy tone.

"I love your fingers but I know I'm going to love your cock even more," I said.

"Hmm, I guess we'll have to see," he said. He rolled on the condom and reached for my leg to drape it over his hip. I tipped my hips forward and felt the first bite of pain as I stretched open on his tip. My breath hitched before I exhaled to relax myself. Taking him was going to be a challenge but I knew Gage would go slow and take care not to hurt me.

"Feel okay?" he asked.

"So good."

Our gazes were locked on each other, hands gently roaming over every spot we could reach. He gave me another inch with careful pressure, then allowed me time to adjust before he repeated the process. It seemed to take forever before he was inside as far as he could go and then he kissed me senselessly while I relaxed into the pleasure that was slowly starting to build. I'd honestly never felt this full but what was even more exhilarating was the fact this was Gage inside of me. The emotion behind what we were doing was almost overwhelming. We were connected as close as I'd ever felt and he hadn't even started thrusting. I saw him blink a few times as if he was struggling, too.

My fingers ran through his hair. "Are you feeling okay?"

"You are so tight. . . and hot, I swear I could come just from being still inside of you," he said.

"You have to move," I said. "I need to feel that monster owning me."

Gage grinned at me then rolled me onto my back, adjusted my legs, and set my ass on top of his thighs. His cock nestled back inside and he held himself over me with extended arms. "Are you sure you want to feel me move?" he asked.

"Absolutely," I said and held my breath.

He pulled out to the point only his head was tucked inside my rim, then slammed inside as deep as he could go. I gasped and Gage hesitated briefly until I squeezed his biceps to encourage him to do it again—and he did, over and over until I saw stars. His girth was so substantial that it didn't take much effort for him to glide back and forth over my gland. Every thrust had me spiraling closer to another orgasm. My cock was leaking all over my stomach again like I hadn't just had a massive climax less than twenty minutes ago.

I was soaring so high I swear I could have been levitating. This was beyond exceptional and I already knew I'd want him again and again from this point on and I hadn't even come yet.

"I'm really close, baby," Gage said. "Can you come again?"

"No doubt about that," I said. "I only need another couple of good thrusts."

He was mumbling incoherent beautiful adjectives to me about how sexy I was and how good I was making him feel. I was able to piece together that much from his rambling and I swear I fell for him a little more with each word.

"Fuck! I'm gonna come," he announced.

But I was already there, spurting between us like a geyser. Letting go had never felt so freeing. I felt boneless, untethered, with the only thing grounding me was Gage's cock buried deep inside of me. I felt him pulse at my core and I knew he was coming. His face was a beautiful mixture of bliss, surprise, and something that looked a lot like affection bordering on love.

Love?

That simply wasn't possible. Was it? No way. But I'd seen Gage get off with me many times over the last several days and I hadn't seen that tiny piece of emotion float across his eyes before now. I wondered what it meant, or what he was thinking. I wanted to ask him where his head was at but I didn't dare for fear I would come off as trying to push things with him.

He set his forehead against mine while still trying to get his breathing to even out. Every few seconds another aftershock would quake through him and I'd smile up at him.

"Did I hurt you?" he finally asked.

I laughed and shook my head. "Did you feel how hard I came?" I joked. "I was loving your deep thrusts."

"That was pretty wild," he said and eased out of me to lay at my side. "I could never pound into a woman like that. Half of them complained I was too big and I'd hurt them if I pushed all the way inside. But if I'm ever too much for you, please let me know."

"Of course I would say something, but I'm not asking you to change anything," I said. "What you did was perfect."

His smile was huge and warmed my insides. Just looking at him this close while we shared the same pillow was enough to make my heart race. I leaned forward and lightly kissed him but very quickly Gage deepened it and we were once again wrapped up in each other's arms. We came up for air a moment later and I nuzzled my nose with his.

"So, you're okay with everything we did tonight?" I asked.

"More than okay." His sigh sounded like pure contentment. "I can't wait to do it all again—I mean, once you're no longer sore, which I'm guessing you probably are?"

"I feel great right now but later on might be a different story," I admitted.

"What if I kiss it all better?" he suggested with the lift of one eyebrow.

"Well, I'm sure if you did that I'd be healed up in an instant," I said.

Gage ran his tongue over my bottom lip. "Who knew a tongue could work as medicine?"

"Not just any tongue, but your tongue would definitely do the trick," I said.