“I need…to forget,” Fiona sighed, wrapping her arms around Gage’s body, clutching hard at his shoulders with her fingernails. “Please, please, I know it’s bad, but please. Help me forget.”
“What do I—” Gage started to say, but Fiona cut him off with her mouth, pressing their lips together so hard it practically hurt. Gage was passive beneath her touch for a long moment before she felt his body come roaring to life, turning them around so that he could press Fiona against the kitchen counter next to the refrigerator, his hands finding the hem of Fiona’s shirt and pressing his burning touch against her bare stomach and back.
“Please,” Fiona murmured into the space between their mouths the second they pulled apart an inch. “Please, please, help me, help me, help, I need it,” she begged, but she didn’t have the capacity to feel ashamed of herself right now. She was entirely consumed by the desire to be fucked, to be held down, and to be overtaken and protected by Gage’s capable hands.
“I’m with you, baby. I’m with you,” Gage whispered before melding their mouths together again, his tongue slipping in between her lips and massaging her insides gently yet firmly.
Fiona felt her hunger grow, bubbling up inside of her like a volcano, her hands pressing harder against his skin, shoving up underneath his shirt to get at his solid abdominal muscles. She scratched at his flesh, relishing the soft little moans that exited his mouth as she dug deeper into his skin. “Yeah, touch me, fuck me, do it,” she grunted as Gage’s mouth traveled from her own lips down to her jawline, slipping down to the sensitive flesh of her neck.
Gage growled a little then, a low possessive noise that sent chills reverberating down Fiona’s spine. He pulled back from her body for a second to tear her shirt over her head, doing the same to his own before pressing their heaving chests together as he slammed his mouth against hers. “So fucking hot. So fucking sexy, baby,” he muttered as he began applying a pathway of bites and licks and nibbles down the vein in Fiona’s neck, mouthing at her collarbone until Fiona squealed and grabbed the back of Gage’s head with both hands.
“Fuck the shit out of me. Fuck me as hard as you can,” Fiona demanded, the words falling out of her before her brain even processed them. Gage answered her by biting her hard on the shoulder, sucking her flesh between his teeth while she squirmed and moaned and cried out in a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain.
Meanwhile, Gage’s hands traveled down to her pants, fumbling with the button and zipper for a second before pushing them down to the ground. Fiona kicked out of them and brought her own hands down to yank at her underwear until they pooled down to the floor as well. She grinded her naked crotch against Gage’s clothed one, feeling his distinct hardness even through the fabric of his jeans. She needed him inside of her, as soon as possible, as close to “immediately” as he could.
Gage seemed to get the message, pushing his pants down the second after he fished a condom out of his pocket. But he put the condom down on the counter, clearly having other plans before he got to the literal fucking. Without warning, with his mouth still attached to Fiona’s neck, he reached under her body, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her off the ground, depositing her on top of the counter. “I’m going to fuck you here,” he said before licking a hot stripe of sensation down Fiona’s chest, biting at the cleavage that popped out of her bra. “Why the fuck are you still wearing this, huh?” he demanded, pulling her bra straps down.
Fiona breathlessly reached behind her back to undo the clasp of her bra, throwing it across the room until it fell somewhere in the adjoining living room. She was now totally naked, totally exposed to Gage’s gaze, but she didn’t feel scared. She was exhilarated, her breath puffing out of her body so fast she thought she might pass out. But her blood rushed inside her veins like cars on a racetrack, demanding that she do something with her new energy. Goddammit, I’m alive, she thought to herself as she attacked Gage’s neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. I’m fucking alive. He didn’t get me. He didn’t defeat me. I’m fucking alive.
She wasn’t supposed to enjoy this, let alone feel liberated by it. Sex was supposed to be the thing that ruined her life, the thing that left her broken, forever disgusted by her own body. Instead, her body became the location of her revolution, the exact place where she could tell all the people who’d ever hurt her to go fuck themselves. They hadn’t taken anything away from her. They hadn’t won.