At the same time, Gage’s thumb circled over her clit, moving it from side to side, creating a huge circle of sensation that just got bigger and bigger with every thrust of his cock inside her pussy. All her sensitive spots, inside and out, were being stimulated at the same time, making her feel like she was going to break apart into a thousand little pieces. She needed to explode again, to shatter apart and be remade by Gage’s capable hands.
Luckily, it appeared that Gage was feeling the exact same way, as the rhythm of his cock began to stutter a little bit, becoming more and more unsteady and frantic with every few thrusts. “I’m going to fucking come, baby. Like, really quick. You’re squeezing me so tight, milking me so good. I’m going to come so hard,” Gage said before trailing off in a series of desperate, whining moans.
Fiona suddenly got an idea and knew she had to have it. “Can you come on me? Please? I want to feel it. I want to fucking feel it, baby. You can come on stomach or my tits or my face, wherever you want. Please, just do it. Just come on me. Please…ugggh!” Fiona cried out.
“I’m going to fucking come on you,” Gage promised a second later, fucking her faster and harder, his thighs loudly smacking against her ass in the process, the entire bed rocking loudly against the wall as a result of their movements.
“Unnnnngh, ohhhhh, yessssss!” Fiona screamed, jerking her hips back so fast that her knees threatened to give out. But she just couldn’t help herself. The image of Gage coming on her was just too hot. She imagined what she’d look like, all covered in his semen, totally and entirely claimed by him, marked up by his most sacred fluid. She needed it so badly. She needed it like she needed air to breathe, like she needed water to survive. She didn’t know how she’d survived all these long months without it.
“Oh, yes, oh, yes, ugggh, mmmmmgh, shit, shit, fuck, shit!” Fiona cried out as the vibrations coming from her clit reached a crescendo, every cell in her body screaming in pleasure at once, all of the blood rushing in two directions—to her cunt and to her head, making her feel dizzy as her orgasm overtook her whole body.
Gage pulled out again, flipping Fiona over so that she was flat on the mattress, gasping for air below him. Gage stripped the condom off his cock and shoved his dick into her open, willing mouth, fucking in and out slowly for a few seconds before Fiona got accustomed to it, sucking around his shaft and licking his head on every other stroke. “I’m going to come. I’m going to fucking come. Ugh, yes, yes, ugh, fuck!” he cried out before he pulled out of her mouth, jacking his cock off a few times before he exploded all over her chest.
“Fucking shit,” Fiona whispered, listening to Gage pant frantically for breath above her. He looked totally wrecked, a ridiculously sweaty mess on top of her, but he still looked sexy as hell.
“You look beautiful,” Gage whispered as soon as he caught his breath, leaning in to kiss her mouth lightly before reaching over to the bedside table to grab some tissues to wipe the ejaculate off her breasts.
“You,” Fiona said, flipping over on her side to stare into Gage’s eyes, reaching over to grab his hand and press it against her heart so that he could feel what he’d done to her, how excited he’d made her. “I haven’t come like that in…well, ever.”
Gage smiled and kissed her forehead, nuzzling their noses together a moment later. “Good. That’s what I like to hear.”
With their hands still joined, eventually they both slipped off into sweet sleep, the darkness welcoming them with warm, open arms.
Hours later, a shrill, high, screaming sound cut through their dreams, forcing them awake. Gage grumbled under his breath as he stumbled out of bed. “One sec, it’s my phone,” he muttered as he pressed a kiss again Fiona’s head. “Stay here, baby.”
A few long moments passed before he returned to the room. “Um, yeah, goodbye,” he murmured into the phone as he walked over to the bed, sitting down next to Fiona and grabbing her hand quickly like she was about to disappear.
“What is it?” Fiona asked.
“It’s one of the guys at the compound. Your fiancé’s there. Waiting for you.”
Chapter Nineteen
Gage clenched his hands into fists, digging his nails into the skin of his palms. He hoped Fiona, who was sitting next to him on the subway, couldn’t see it, but he couldn’t help himself. He had to find some way to release the anger in his body, the fury that had bubbled up inside of him ever since he heard someone say that “Carl” was at the compound looking for Fiona. It didn’t take much for Gage to figure out who that was.