Cuffed to the Bad Boy Cop: A Stepbrother Romance (15 page)

His fingers traced my anus and I knew what was coming. Gage left me for just a moment. When I had undressed him, I had felt something in the pocket of his pajama bottoms. The hard plastic bottle made an appearance. A little nervous and trembling with anticipation, I kept my gaze focused on the pale pink bedding beneath me.

"You okay, sugar?" Gage stroked my lower back.

"Yes." I was right now, at least.

"You have your safe word. If you don't like this or if this it's too uncomfortable, use it."

The bottle of lube hit the bedding near my knee. I swallowed hard. "I will."

Gage dragged the head of his dick through my pussy. He did that thing I liked, rubbing my clit with the blunt tip of his penis, and then plunged inside me. I gasped at the sudden invasion and clawed at my comforter. Gage held tight to my hips as he found a pace of thrusts that left us both panting and grunting.

I couldn't help it. I started to get a little noisy. His cock stroking deep inside me just felt so fucking good. I pushed back to meet his thrusts and moaned with pleasure.

"Sugar, keep it down, or I'll have to gag you."

It shouldn't have excited me but it did. My stomach fluttered wildly, and my vagina clenched around his penis. My clit throbbed almost painfully at the idea of being gagged as he fucked me. Gage obviously felt my body's response. He laughed and smacked my bottom before pulling out of me and going in search of something soft to gag me.

When he returned to the bed with a clean pair of my panties from my luggage, I shook my head. "No," I hissed. "You're not going to gag me with my own panties!"

"Is that so?" He gave me
the look
. “Do you remember that little discussion we had about topping from the bottom?” He gave me a moment to think about that. “Is this a hard limit? A soft limit? An unknown?”

He was asking all the right questions. “It’s not a hard limit,” I admitted. “I just…I mean…it’s so
dirty
.”

Leaning down, he caressed my cheek with a loving, firm touch. “I am giving you permission to like dirty things, Meg. If I say it’s okay to like it, you can enjoy it.”

In that moment, a sense of calm washed over me. All my hang-ups about what was right or wrong, clean or dirty, fled. Here with Gage, I could was allowed to feel ecstasy and joy without shame. Smiling up at him, I said, “Gag me, Sir.”

Gage grinned down at me. I actually enjoyed knowing how much I had pleased him. I couldn't deny that I was pretty turned-on by the idea of having something so taboo done to me. My panties stuffed in my mouth while we had wild, dirty sex? Yeah, that was, like, an eight on the scale of kinky things we had done.

"Open your mouth."

I did as told. In the next instant, my panties were shoved between my lips. My eyes widened at the strange sensation of all that lacy cloth stuck in my mouth. We had played with ball gags before but this was a different sensation altogether. Rather warily, I watched him walk over to the desk in the corner and rifle through the drawers. I had no idea what he was looking for but didn't dare remove the gag to ask.

When the desk failed to provide him with whatever it was he wanted, Gage ducked into my small closet. After moving into the dorms and the sorority house and then off to Houston, I had left behind a lot of stuff. Apparently, my long, silky scarves fit the bill. He carried them over to the bed and made a turn-around gesture. I did as instructed. A quiver of anticipation pierced my chest. What would he do next?

Gage used one scarf folded in half to secure the gag in my mouth. He knotted the long ends of the scarf at the back of my head. "If you need to use your safe word, just grunt three times in a row."

I nodded as the thrill of our kinky game left me breathless. He quickly secured my hands behind my back with another scarf. Bound and gagged, I fell forward on the bed, my cheek resting against the fluffy cotton comforter. Gage wasted no time enjoying body. He thrust up inside my pussy again and I moaned around the panty gag.

Completely at his mercy, I embraced my inner submissive and reveled in the helplessness. My body responded so perfectly to Gage's thrusts and the way he tugged on my hair. I grunted and groaned around the panties stuffed in my mouth. I nearly shrieked when he reached around to play with my clit. He strummed that pink pearl as he plowed my pussy. I came with a low moan.

"Take my cock, Meg." He fucked me hard and nasty now. "My sweet baby girl. You take everything I give you."

I rocked back and forth on my knees in a desperate attempt to get more stimulation from him. I had just climaxed but I was so greedy and wanted more.

Gage really gave it to me now. I suddenly prayed that Aunt Vicki stayed in her room. If she got close to that bathroom we shared, she would hear every noisy slap of our bodies and ever little grunt and groan. Just the idea of being caught ticked my lust up another notch.

When Gage started to take me slow and easy, I knew something was up. I heard the telltale snap of the bottle’s lid and felt the cool ooze of slippery liquid a second later. He smeared the fluid around my anus and then penetrated with me with his fingers. More lube followed, the cool liquid sliding inside me and make me moan.

I wasn't sure what to expect next. He continued to thrust inside my pussy while playing with my bottom. His fingers speared and stretched me until I started to push back against him, silently asking for more. I loved the way it felt to have both of my holes invaded.

When he pulled out, I knew it was time. A tremor of panic rushed through my belly. I pushed it down and embraced the trust I felt in Gage. He had never harmed me. He wasn’t about to start tonight. Even if I didn't use my safe word, Gage would instinctively know I had reached a hard line. He had an uncanny knack for feeling out my boundaries and pushing them just enough to make me experience new things but never hard enough to cause me true harm.

"Easy, sugar," Gage whispered, his voice low and gentle. "Just relax your bottom. I'll go slowly."

I grunted in reply and went still as he slathered his shaft with lube. I tried not to tense when I felt the blunt tip of his cock nudging my virgin pucker. He pressed forward gently and breached my ass. I inhaled with shock at the stretching fullness of the thick crown inside my ass. This was in no way like the toys or his fingers. It was bigger and thicker and so warm.

And I fucking loved it.

My pussy throbbed and my clit pulsed. I curled my fingers into fists and moaned with sheer delight as he pushed in another inch or so and then slowly retreated. In and out, he fucked my ass at that shallow depth. It was the wildest sensation in the world.

"Fuck, Meg! You're so damn tight." Wonder filled Gage's voice. His rough palms glided over my hips and thighs. "I thought your pussy was a dream but your ass is even better."

I whimpered as his cock slid even deeper. He groaned behind me and hastened his pace. I couldn't believe how good this felt. Nothing I had imagined had come even close. I had been sure going all the way with anal would feel exactly like the toys or his fingers but no. I had been wrong. This was so much better.

Gage grasped my ass cheeks, his fingernails biting into my skin as he fucked me a little harder now. My clit ached for attention. I wiggled my hips and pushed back against him, gasping as his shaft slammed into me. As if understanding my silent plea, Gage let his hand glide along the curve of belly and between my thighs. He found my clit and strummed it quickly, his fingers swirling over it in time with his thrusts.

I came so hard I
legit
stopped breathing. I jerked wildly atop the bed as my entire body was overcome with the most incredible waves of bliss. The ripples of delight rocketed through me and left me practically sobbing with relief.

Gage stunned me when he quickly jerked free the bonds around my wrists and flipped me onto my back. Somehow he stayed buried in my ass as he maneuvered me like a rag doll. On my back, I gazed up at him. Even with the pale blue light, I could see the lust flaring in his eyes. He was a sex-crazed madman—and I was the object of his infatuation.

Gage tugged the scarf gag down around my chin and pulled the panties from my mouth. His tongue stabbed between my lips. He kissed me long and hard. His cock twitched inside my ass. I groaned against his cheek as he started to fuck me again. He put one knee and then the other up onto the bed and crawled over me.

Being taken missionary style with his cock stretching my bottom gave me a new appreciation for the position. He kissed me silly as his dick stroked my back passage. I clutched at his muscled arms and nibbled his lower lip.

"Gage," I whispered longingly, no longer caring about the protocol of our games. I rose up to meet his thrusts, arching my back off the bed. "
Gage
."

His lips drifted closer to my ear. My name escaped them. "Meg."

Our eyes met in the dim lighting. I wasn't sure what happened but we shared a moment. It wasn't the first time he had looked at me like that but I hadn't ever been sure until that moment what that look was. Now I had a pretty good idea—and it scared me.

He sighed against my mouth and claimed my lips in a punishing kiss. When our lips separated, he sat back on his heels and lifted my hips up off the bed. He dragged my backside up onto his thighs and started to take me deep and fast. The pumping motion left me reeling with ecstasy.

The second his fingers slid inside my pussy, I clapped a hand over my mouth to muffle a scream of delight. His curled his fingers in my passage and rubbed that sensitive spot while his cock thrust in and out of my ass. I felt sure I would really die then. It was just too much. Too much…

With both hands clamped across my mouth, I muffled a raw groan of pure, unadulterated bliss as my orgasm took hold. It was hands-down the strongest climax I had ever experienced. I soaked him with my arousal, my clitoris pulsing in time with my racing heartbeat and my bottom clamping down on his shaft.

Gage lost it. He jackhammered my ass until he came, filling me with his seed as I panted and trembled. Tears dripped down my face and my head throbbed as I tried to recover from that earth-shattering climax.

I was only vaguely aware of Gage cleaning us both up and climbing into bed with me. I knew he wouldn't be able to stay the night so I snuggled up against him and enjoyed his relaxing body heat. He caressed my back and toyed with my hair. “Are you okay, baby?”

“Yes.” I was more than okay. I was boneless and limp and I wasn’t sure we would ever have sex that good again.

“Did I hurt you?”

I knew what he was asking. Wanting to reassure him, I lifted my head and met his questioning, concerned gaze. “I’m a little sore, but I liked it. I liked it a lot, Gage.”

“Enough to try again?” There was no mistaking the hopeful tone in his voice.

“Yes…but maybe not every night.”

He laughed darkly. “I don’t need your ass every night. Once a month is good enough for me.” He patted my bottom and kissed my forehead. “Your pussy is my favorite place in the whole world. I don’t need a full-time replacement.”

Blushing furiously, I buried my face against his neck. “You shouldn’t say such dirty things!”

“Why not? It’s true. I could spend the rest of my life with my face buried between your legs and die a happy man.”

“Oh my God. Stop!” I swatted at him as he laughed. “Hush! They’ll hear us!” Convinced my mom or his dad would somehow find out we were talking like this, I desperately wanted to change the subject. My mind slowly circled back to the conversation we had been having earlier. I wondered what he had told Jack about the lake house. "Are you?"

Gage stopped laughing and shifted so he could see my face. "Am I what?"

"Going in on the lake house with Jack," I clarified.

"Oh." He shrugged. "I don't know. What do you think?"

"You're asking me?" I couldn't believe it. "Why?

Gage frowned at me. "Why wouldn't I?"

Now it was my turn to shrug. "I don't know. I mean, it’s not my money. Isn't that something you discuss with a wifey type? Not your…well…whatever the hell I am."

Gage shocked me by pushing me onto my back and crawling over me. Pinned under him, I gazed up into his confused face. "Whatever the hell I am?" He repeated my words with such uncertainty. "Meg, what do you think you are to me?"

"I'm not sure," I admitted quietly. I didn't dare tell him what I felt for him. The thought of being so vulnerable and then having him reject me hurt too much.

"Meg," Gage said carefully, "I want it all with you. The first time I made the choice to touch you, I committed to this. To us."

"Oh." I blinked back tears as his words hit me right in the gut. He wanted me. Like for real. This wasn't some kind of fling as I had feared but something more, something totally real. But I had to be sure. "Really? Like no joke?"

Gage laughed and kissed me tenderly. "Yes, really, Meg. It's no joke." He hesitated. "What do you want from me, Meg?"

I didn't miss a beat. Winding my arms around his shoulders, I tugged him down for a kiss. "I want it all."

But before our lips touched, we both heard the unmistakable pop of gunshots. Before I had even registered the sound of breaking glass somewhere downstairs, Gage had grabbed me, rolling me onto the floor and protecting my body with his own. He had gone from lover to soldier in the blink of an eye. He covered my vulnerable neck and face and made his own body a target to keep me out of harm’s way.