TORTURE ME_ The Bandits MC(41)

Fiona let Gage lean into her, pushing her head back on the arm of the couch as he straddled her, pushing their pelvises together while his mouth fell from hers down to her neck, dropping soft little kisses against the veins he found there. Her skin felt like it was aflame, burning her from the inside out, but she wanted more of it, more of his sweet touch against her flesh. Even if it hurt her, even if it tore her apart, she wanted it. More than that, she needed it, as much as she needed water or food or air.



“Bite me,” Fiona grunted out through gritted teeth. She needed a little edge of pain to go along with the pleasure of his lips dragging their way across her skin. Maybe that was a bad sign. Maybe that meant she was forever broken, forever damaged, forever repeating events from her past. But it was what she was, and here, with Gage, she no longer felt like running from it.



Gage did as he was instructed, bringing out his teeth to slide against her flesh, at first, just teasing her with the sharpness rather than biting down. But then, right when she got comfortable, he sunk his teeth into the side of her neck, sucking hard, so hard that it was definitely going to leave a deep purple mark on her pale skin. Gage used to love marking her up, claiming her as his with his mouth. Fiona giggled now, pressing against the back of Gage’s skull to encourage him to bite harder. “Do it. Do it to me. Give it to me, yeah,” she groaned out as he complied, pulling at her skin. “Yeah, fuck, that’s good.”



Gage soothed the skin he’d just bitten with his tongue, mouthing at it like her skin was candy. “Mmm, taste so good,” he murmured nudging her head to one side so he could travel up her neck to the skin behind her ear, nibbling a little before biting down again.



“Nnnngh, unnh!” Fiona groaned, jerking her hips around in wide circles to grind against Gage’s crotch. “That feels good…”



“Good,” Gage whispered right into her ear, breathing hotly against her sensitive skin before moving to suck her ear into his mouth.



“Oh, Jesus!” Fiona cried out, her spine involuntarily bending at an unnatural angle as he set more nerve endings on fire with his tongue and teeth and lips. At the same time, Gage’s hand reached under her skirt and found the hemline of her leggings, tugging at them until they fell down to her ankles. Fiona kicked them off, even though the sensation of Gage sucking on her ear had her almost entirely incoherent. “Fuck, goddammit, ugh!” She jerked her hips up, the skirt of her dress getting pushed up between their bodies so that her underwear rubbed against the front of Gage’s jeans.



Gage pulled back from Fiona’s neck, and she was about to complain about the loss of contact when he spoke up again. “Let’s move to the bed,” Gage whispered, dragging his teeth down from behind her ear to her collarbone.



Fiona nodded, leaning up to kiss Gage’s lips again. When they pulled apart, she tried to struggle out from underneath him in order to walk to the bedroom, but he didn’t let her, swooping her up into his arms instead. Fiona laughed, and the noise was so genuine, so full-throated that it almost scared her. She wasn’t used to feeling this light, this airy. She had forgotten she could feel this way at all.



She wrapped her arms around Gage’s neck and shoulders, feeling perfectly secure in his arms as he hurriedly walked them over to the bedroom, tossing her onto the bed so that she bounced off of the mattress. Fiona giggled, kicking her bare legs in the air like she was a little kid.



Gage growled at the sight of her naked legs and lunged forward, leaping onto her body and immediately latching his tongue and teeth at her collarbone, sucking another mark right at the base of her neck. “You’re so good, you’re so fucking good,” he murmured, pulling at her skin with his teeth until she squealed.



At this point, Fiona was getting more than a little impatient. She loved what he was doing with his mouth, but she needed more of him, as soon as possible. She reached down and pushed his shirt up, revealing the hard, solid surface of his stomach. Fiona raked her nails down from his smooth chest down to the hem of his jeans, tracing the line of dark hair that she always used to love touching.



“You want me, baby? You want me, Fi?” Gage grunted into her ear before biting a little on the sensitive flesh of her lobe.



Fiona groaned again, arching her spine so that her hips lifted off the bed and rocked into Gage’s, their stomachs rubbing together as Gage began to lightly thrust, even though he was nowhere near inside of her yet. Fiona jerked her hips back and forth, rubbing her underwear-clothed cunt against the rough fabric of Gage’s jeans. “I want you, baby,” she whispered back to him, wrapping an arm around his back for leverage as she dry-humped him. “I want you so fucking bad!”