Cuffed to the Bad Boy Cop: A Stepbrother Romance (14 page)

"Gage, please," I begged, suddenly close again.

"Tell me," he ordered, his lips touching mine. "Tell me what you want, Meg."

"I want to come."

He grabbed my hand and pushed my fingers down to the spot where our bodies joined. His tongue stabbed into my mouth after he gave his silent instruction. I wasted no time touching my clit, rubbing it the way I liked best with my wrist flicking quickly and my fingertips applying just the right amount of pressure.

Gage took me hard and fast now. Our bodies slapped together noisily. I prayed Aunt Vicki had stayed downstairs. There was no doubt she would be able to hear us in the bathroom, even over the humming whir of the fan if she had come up to the guest room.

But I didn't care. In that moment, Gage and the mutual race toward orgasm were the only things that mattered to me. Everything else faded into the background as I focused on his face and those soft green eyes I had come to love so much. He nuzzled his nose against mine, and the stubble on his cheek rasped my skin as he dropped his lips to my jaw and then my neck. He teethed a spot there and bit down hard enough to make me gasp.

That was all it took. I shattered in his arms. He shoved so deep and hard inside me that I slid back and hit the back of my head on the mirror. The brief burst of pain was overwhelmed by the absolute joy of the moment. My pussy gripped him as those spasms overtook me. I milked his cock, dragging every last drop of cum from him until he slumped against me.

His mouth found mine. We kissed and groped atop the counter. He gently rubbed the back of my head and shot me an apologetic look. I smiled sappily, not one bit concerned about the small bump that was no doubt sprouting back there. Gage just chuckled softly and caressed me. He had put a smile on my face and seemed intent on enjoying it.

When he finally pulled out of me, I winced. He didn't miss the expression. Touching my cheek, he asked, "Are you all right?"

"Yeah. It just got a bit rough there at the end."

"Sorry," he said, clearly abashed. "I lost control. I should have been more careful with you in that position, especially with the plug inside your ass."

"It's okay. This quickie was worth it."

Laughing, Gage tucked himself inside his jeans and fastened them. He reached into the pocket of his jeans and removed a plastic baggie. "Turn around. Arms on the counter."

I swallowed hard and slid off the counter. My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I faced the mirror. Gage sidled up against my bared ass. He caressed my naked skin and pushed my shirt up enough to reveal my back. His lips danced across my lower back, making me shiver with each feather-light touch.

"You did well today with this." He grasped the base of the plug and began to slowly remove it. "I'm proud of you for taking your punishment without too much complaint."

Our gazes met in the mirror. He smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back. I wasn't always the most cooperative submissive and could be a bit bratty. I think he rather liked me that way so I didn't plan to become more compliant. I had to keep him on his toes, right?

I gasped as the plug finally left my bottom. My anus ached with emptiness. It wasn't a painful ache, though. It was just a throbbing discomfort. I wiggled my butt and Gage gave it a playful smack. "Ow!"

He rolled his eyes. "Really, Meg? You're going to complain about that light tap?" He pinched my backside and made me yelp. "Maybe I should haul you into your bedroom and spank you hard enough to give you something to really whine about."

"No!" I shook my head at the very idea of being spanked in my bedroom. That was one thing I couldn't do quietly. We would have half the family beating down the door to save me if they heard me squealing as Gage spanked me.

He chuckled softly and kissed my neck. The plug dropped into the sink. He placed the empty plastic baggie onto the counter. "Clean that toy and store it in this."

I frowned. "Why do I have to clean it?"

"Because you wore it."

"Oh, that's very convenient."

"I like to think so," he agreed with a grin. "Now turn around and kiss me before I go."

"Yes, Sir." I planted a proper kiss on his lips. Our mouths lingered for a moment before he pulled away. I didn't want him to go but figured we were probably already being missed. "If anyone asks, we were just talking."

"Yep. Talking." Gage tugged on a handful of my hair. He kissed my forehead. "Leave your bedroom door unlocked tonight."

"Yes, Sir." A ripple of excitement shook me. I could only imagine what kind of debauched antics we were going to get up to in my small twin-sized bed. I just hoped the antique frame could keep up with us.

Chapter Ten

Later that night, I watched a rerun of my favorite crime show while I waited for Gage to come visit me. Long after midnight, I had just started to drift off when I heard the soft click of my door knob turning. A swarm of butterflies fluttered through my stomach as I eagerly watched the doorway. Gage ducked inside quickly and shut the door behind him so quietly I didn’t even hear it latch. He made sure to turn the lock just as silently.

Proving what a deadly soldier he had been, he crept across my bedroom, the light from the TV illuminating his unbelievably sexy body, without making any noise. He slid into bed with me, tossing back my covers and dragging his hungry, needy gaze down my body. I wore only one of his faded SWAT tees. A nightgown, the kind that was modest enough to be seen by family and not even the least bit sexy, was draped over the end of my bed, just in case I needed to change quickly.

Chuckling with amusement, Gage planted ticklish kisses along my neck and shoulders. He grabbed my arms and forced them over my head. Straddling my thighs, he pinned me to the bed and brushed his lips across mine. “I didn’t think Dad was ever going to go the hell to bed.”

“Maybe he knows?” I whispered worriedly. Earlier, when we had all been piled into the living room watching the football game, I had noticed Jack watching me as I brought Gage a beer and cleared away his empty bottle. I hadn’t been thinking when I had touched his back, trailing my fingers across his shoulders. It had been the kind of thing a girlfriend—not a roommate—would do. Jack had stared at me a moment too long before turning his attention back to the game. He hadn’t said anything, but I wondered…

“If does, he won’t say anything until we do.” Gage flicked his tongue against the seam of my mouth. “Stop worrying. Let me make love to you.”

“It’s dirty,” I whispered anxiously. “To have sex here in my bedroom with our family all around us.”

He nipped at my throat. "You know you love it."

I couldn't deny that. I was so excited I was shaking. "I do. I love it."

"Because you're my naughty little sub," he said, his tone loving and playful. Out in the real world, Gage never used anything but my name or the pet names he had lovingly given me. Only in the bedroom, only when baring our vulnerabilities and embracing the total trust of dominance and submission, did Gage dare to call me his submissive or his property or any of the other dirty things that sometimes left his mouth.

And I loved it. It heightened the taboo aspect of it all. It helped get me into the headspace necessary for truly enjoying these illicit trysts. In these moments, it was an anything goes scenario—and I couldn't get enough.

Gage nuzzled my neck. He kept my wrists trapped in one big hand over my head. His other palm roamed my curves. "Jack wanted to talk about going in on a lake house together."

I made a face. "Can we please
not
talk about my stepdad while you're touching my breasts?"

Gage snorted with amusement. "Fair enough."

I glanced at the door. Even though I had seen him close it, I had to ask, "Is it locked?"

"Of course." He glanced at the television. "We'll leave that on, just in case." He made a thrusting motion to test out the bed. "No squeaks. I'd say we're good."

I nodded and lifted up against his chest. "More than good."

His hand skimmed the thin fabric of the worn T-shirt I had stolen from his closet when packing that morning. "What are you wearing under my shirt?"

"Nothing."

"Good girl." He kissed the tip of my nose. "Take off your shirt and undress me."

I trembled with anticipation as Gage crawled off of me and stood next to the bed. I sat up and removed the shirt. I rose slowly and grasped the bottom of Gage's shirt. Our lips met in a tender kiss. He devoured my mouth and left me breathless and panting. I tugged his pants down his hips and off his muscular legs.

His scent, that spicy blend of woodsy smells I had come to crave, invaded my nose. I leaned even closer to his now naked chest and inhaled deeply. He smiled at me and sifted his long fingers through the loose waves of my dark hair.

Because he loved things so neat and perfect, I climbed off the bed, folded his clothes and placed them on the trunk at the foot of my bed. Still on my knees, I placed my palms on my thighs and stared up at him. “What now?”

He knew what I was too shy to ask. His fingertips trailed along my cheek. "Suck my cock, Meg."

Smiling playfully, I scooted forward and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. I stroked him slowly and kept my fingers loose. I marveled at the way his cock felt so hard but the skin was so soft and delicate. My other hand slipped down to cup his sac. I squeezed and tugged at in the way he liked most.

Wetting my lips, I slid my hand to the base of his cock and flicked my tongue over the head. I traced the slit there and wiggled my tongue over the underside of his crown where he was the most sensitive. He groaned and his fingers tightened in my hair. My scalp tingled and my stomach flip-flopped as excitement coursed through me.

I took my time with him. There was no rush like earlier in the parking lot of the rest stop. Safe inside my old bedroom, we could take as long as we wanted, exploring and enjoying one another. I let my tongue drift along his shaft and along his sac. He widened his thighs, giving me even more room to play. I made good use of the new space and used my mouth on his balls until he dripped pre-cum.

I gathered the shiny fluid with my tongue and deep-throated him until my nostrils flared and panic quivered in my belly. Kinky bitch that I had become, my pussy actually throbbed. I could feel the slick wetness seeping from my core. Giving head turned me on so much. Having my lips stretched around his cock pushed me even closer to the edge of coming.

When I eased off Gage's penis and inhaled a ragged breath, he slid his hand around to the back of my head and held me in place. I put my hands on his thighs and willingly opened my mouth, relaxing my jaw and making my mouth a warm, wet and open space for him to fuck. My toes curled toward my heels and my clit pulsed in time with my racing heartbeat as Gage thrust into my mouth. He left me shuddering and needy.

"Love fucking your mouth," Gage whispered, his voice lower and softer than usual. The television volume wasn't that loud and neither of us wanted to pause what we were doing to find the remote to kick it up a few notches. "So wet and hot. So fucking good."

I hummed around his cock and fought the urge to reach down and flick my clit. He hadn't given me permission and would probably punish me if I tried to come. Since he couldn't spank me here without rousing suspicion, he would find some other way to torment me. Some way I definitely wouldn't enjoy!

Finally, Gage pulled free from my mouth. I sucked in a long breath and gazed up at him, my eyes no doubt flashing with lust. Gage picked up his shirt and used it to wipe away the saliva glistening on my chin. "Get on the bed. On your knees," he added.

I hurried to comply. I was so wet now that I could feel the cool air on my hot, slick skin. Face down and butt in the air, I waited impatiently for Gage's touch. He swept his callused palm up and down my back. When he grasped my cheeks and pulled them apart, revealing my still virgin hole to him, I experienced a tremor of fear. Was tonight the night?

For the last few weeks, Gage had been training me with plugs and his fingers. The toys I had worn had helped me grow accustomed to having something inside me. Still, none of them were even remotely close to the size of his huge cock. I worried it would be too intense or even painful if he tried to penetrate me. I guess we were going to find out…

Gage knelt down behind me. His hands cupped my ass cheeks as his tongue delved into my pussy. He swiped me from the tip of my clit right up to my virgin pucker. I shivered at the naughtiness of it and pressed back against his stabbing tongue. He slowly tongue-fucked me. My toes curled and I gripped the sheets as he drove me crazy. His tongue glided down to my clitoris. He circled the tiny nub so slowly I started to beg him to move faster.

"Faster, Sir.
Please
."

Gage chuckled against my pussy. "No."

I groaned and dropped my forehead to the mattress, canting my butt even higher in the air. I slid my thighs apart wider and gave him more access to my pussy. Gage penetrated me with a couple of fingers while he tormented me with slow, lazy licks. I hovered right there on the edge, my belly clenching and my thighs tensing as I chased that fluttery sensation.

I climaxed quietly, holding my breath to avoid shouting or crying out too loudly as Gage's tongue swirled around my clit with steady, firm pressure. I dragged in a long, shaky breath as the powerful spasms of pleasure left me. His tongue dipped inside me, and he growled hungrily as he tasted me.