From somewhere deep inside her senses, Kate tried to reason out why this shouldn’t be happening. Not here, not now. Not with him.
“We can’t do this, Gage,” she gasped, while her hands all but guided him closer to her rigid teat, which he pulled from his mouth with a sensuous ‘pop’.
“And yet we are doing it,” Gage murmured, his tone reassuring yet firm. And filled with an incredible hunger, blended with scorching raw heat. Warmth seeped into her pores and she forced herself to meet his smoldering gaze.
“Come on, babe. Kiss me. Let’s go wild. I’m rock-hard enough for you already and damned if I’m going on stage while I’m in f**king heat. Open your mouth, Kate,” Gage growled against her trembling lips.
Shamefully, helplessly, Kate’s lips parted. His thighs shifted beneath her curvy ass that now ground into his very evident erection. Moaning, Kate opened wide for his rampaging kiss. There was no teasing, no warm-up. He swept his tongue into her moist crevice and plunged in deep. His mouth crushed against hers, lashing that sin-laced tongue against hers as they dueled with sensual abandon.
Gage pushed his hand beneath her corset and palmed her br**sts; kneading with such raw hunger it made her moan into his mouth. He showed no restraint there as well as his fingers tugged on her nipple so hard she felt it deep in her p**sy. It had been so long for her…and his rough, taking touch was just what he needed. She could cum right then from just his kiss and his hands on her tits.
Kate knew she didn’t want to spend another night lost in dreams of Gage’s lovemaking. Not another lonely fantasy where she wished he would claim her, thrusting his hardness into her mouth before sinking his face between her welcoming thighs.
Urging him on by her whispers of pleasure…begging him to take her with his untamed, consuming passion. To make her explode and then leave her shuddering and shrieking her release…
And here he was, offering her the real thing. A part of him that would last only for a time – but Kate knew it would be worth it.
His mouth peeled from hers before he kissed his way down her arched throat. From somewhere in her lust-filled mind, she heard herself mumble about the show…and of someone coming in and finding them.
“We still have time,” Gage rapped, impatiently shoving down the corset and exposing both her swollen-tipped br**sts. He let out a groan of delight even as he muttered, “And no one is going to dare interrupt without knocking.” With that, he latched his mouth to her nipple, and Kate immediately forgot whatever other protests she might have thought up.
Gage used his mouth on her breast like no other man she’d met ever knew how to do. He made her arch and keen as he suckled her with tongue, lips and teeth manipulating the sensitive bud with animal hunger. She felt his hand lift up the layers of her short skirt, sweeping the panel of her panties aside and touching her sex with bold intent.
Kate gasped, shocked with ecstasy as he strummed her p**sy with deft, seeking fingers. Those expert digits rubbed on her folds before easily finding her cl*t and jockeying it till she was soaking his fingers in juice. The room filled with her moans as sounds from her slippery cunt joined in the concerto.
Gage’s breathing was ragged against the side of her heaving breast. “When the time’s right…I’m going to stretch your legs as wide as they can go and lick this sweet dripping p**sy till your taste’s imprinted on my tongue,” he vowed, giving her nipple a hard, passionate nip that had her crying out his name.
He drove her to such levels of need that she would have done anything to keep experiencing the pleasure he brought her. It didn’t matter how crazy it was to want him; she did it anyway. And maybe – who knew – there might still be a chance for them. Kate would never have dreamed of hoping for such, but there was no way he could touch her like this and not have the same tumultuous need she had in her heart to bring things back to where they used to be…
“I need you baby. Now,” rasped Gage, “I want to be deep inside you when you lift off. Let’s take it to the stars together.”
As always, he said the words that made a puddle of lust swell in her womb. Her legs were shaking as he positioned her off his laps and unto the couch beside him so that she was lying on her back. Quickly, he unbuttoned his fly and freed his monstrously rigid dick, the tip glistening with his pr**um.
Kate’s lips fell open and she was virtually drooling as he grasped the base of his organ and kneeled on the couch before her open legs. Seizing one of her ankles, he pushed it back on her chest, exposing her completely for his invasion.
Suddenly, Gage’s c*ck split into her with a daring lover’s heedless savagery, her wetness sending him in deeper than she was prepared for on the first thrust. Kate’s body froze as pain warred with pleasure for dominance. Her lips parted in a soundless scream and when she met his gaze, she found his eyes tortured with burning, overwhelming lust.
“Forgive me, Kate,” he ground out with a wince. “Too long…fuck, I can’t hold back.”
Kate could barely breath as Gage pushed deep inside of her. His thickness ripped into her tender walls and made her bite so hard on her bottom lip she almost drew blood. She ached to tell him he didn’t need to ask forgiveness – because she loved every moment of it.
“Yes…oh, yes. More,” she moaned, her arms reaching for him as his h*ps started to piston back and forth. His feral onslaught simply fuelled them both into a fevered pitch. He leaned lower so that her arms could lock around his shoulders as his mouth plucked at her nipple ravenously.
Kate felt amazed how intensely she felt him deep inside her; every rigid inch of him; his silken texture, his powerful heat. She sheathed him snugly, pulsating around his shaft and making him groan deep in his throat. “So tight…you’ve always been so f**king sweet and tight,” Gage said, voice ragged as he suckled harder on her tit.
Her body writhed beneath him, jolted by each exultant thrust. The cadence of his strokes became addictive, making her drench him in more and more slippery juice as his pace quickened impossibly.
Reaching lower around him, Kate cupped his clenching butt cheeks beneath his jeans, squeezing hard till they groaned in unison. He pushed her leg up even higher and slammed so hard into her p**sy that she felt the smack of his balls against her lower flesh.
He was throbbing so strongly inside her that the vibrations alone were liable to set her off. Her senses were filled with so many scents and frictions. He pounded into her with ever-increasing intensity, causing her whole body to quake right to her toes. She didn’t know what he did or how he’d shifted, but in an instant he was racking her to the point of explosion as he grated his c*ck against her g-spot.
“Speak my name,” he whispered as his lips pressed close to her ear, while he hooked her leg around his hip so that he could weld himself to her even more tightly. Any closer and they’d be conjoined, thought the dazed Kate.
“I want to hear you say it over and over as I take us both to the brink,” he instructed gruffly. “I can already feel those tiny little ripples your p**sy makes deep inside when you’re close.”
“Gage…oh Gage,” Kate moaned, her skin flushed with heat and wantonness. Her womb was coiled so tight she felt like she would black out from the pressure. “Yes, I’m close. So close.”
“So am I,” he said hoarsely as his thrusts moved faster and faster. “Can’t do this without you, Kate. Come with me.”
And she did. His sudden roar of release was muffled against her neck as he pumped into her again and again, his weight almost crushing her. At the same time, Kate’s inner walls contracted in continuous waves as their joint orgasm reverberated through them both.
His name was an echoing cry on her lips as her body shuddered uncontrollably. Something white and blinding erupted in her vision and she arched her spine till her br**sts were mashed against his chest.
Gage was kissing on her neck and lapping at the moisture beading from her fevered pores. Kate could feel the flood of his heat deep inside her belly as his h*ps strained against her. “Kate…” he began on a groan, and then suddenly stopped, as if cutting off what else he was about to say.
Before she could prod further, a loud knocking suddenly sounded on the door. It was Sheldon, his bass guitarist, who was yelling through the door that Gage needed to hurry; they were soon about to go on.
Kate almost cried out in protest at being deprived of savoring the delicious afterglow she felt with Gage, his body still pressing her down into the couch.
She heard him mutter an angry “fuck” before rolling off her. He rose to his feet, doing up his pants quickly as he turned away from her. He shoved his hands through his hair over and over as he seemed to be striving for calm.
Kate couldn’t take her eyes off his frame as she too got her clothes in order as much as she could. She knew her hair would be a mess and she’d have to see to it before showing herself in public. Barely able to stand upright, she rose to her feet and brushed her palms down her skirt.
“Gage?”
Her tone was questioning and hesitant, but she didn’t expect him to suddenly whirl around, almost nose to nose to her and making her flinch as his eyes burned into hers.
“Two more weeks,” he growled, taking hold of her face and stealing one more hard, possessive kiss that made her heart skip. “And in that time, if any man so much as looks at you cross-eyed he’s getting his face handed back in a pulp.”
He broke away to back off as if to distance himself from grabbing her again, his eyes hooded. “I know I’m not the kind of guy you want…but you can’t deny how I make you feel. And you can bet I don’t want anyone else putting his hands on you during this tour. So don’t think of looking too far the next time you need to stoke the heat between your legs, Kate. Gage Stevens doesn’t like to share.”
Gage Stevens can go to hell! Kate wanted to howl as Gage strode out of the room and shut the door after him. She could hear voices beyond and knew they were heading straight for the stage where she could faintly hear the sounds of the crowd applauding the opening act’s finishing set.
Shame so acute it burned her skin made Kate want to sob. She clutched the hair at her scalp as she berated herself. How could she have been so stupid!
Just what had she expected anyway? A declaration of love from an egotistical rock star? All it had been for Gage was him staking his claim, ensuring that during this tour she belonged to him; his sex doll to be used for his pleasure and his alone.
Kate realized once and for all that she’d be a fool to cultivate wishful thinking where Gage was concerned. Obviously he had zero interest in anything but her body and even at that, only for the duration of his tour. Damn him!
If she had any pride, she’d walk out now. Just take the next plane, train, bus or boat or whatever means necessary to get her out of here, away from Gage’s overwhelmingly staggering sexual influence. Because if she stayed, she couldn’t say for sure that she could resist him if he touched her again.
So what was it going to be? Stick around and be the rock star’s sexual plaything for the next two weeks, or leave and never look back…never know what might have been?