His cock had pressed against the front of his jeans. The outline of him shocked her with just how big and hard he looked. Gage wasn’t struggling in the dick department.
Thinking about him made her all hot and bothered.
For the first time in a few days, she’d finally been able to strip out of the pajamas and wear a night shirt. It was a large shirt that came down to her knees, but so comfortable. The shirt had seen better days, especially as she had washed it a few times.
She glanced at the clock and saw it was a little after twelve. Tanner hadn’t come home, for which she was thankful. The last thing she wanted was to bump into the man who rejected her. No one would believe her if she told anyone she had no plans to be with him.
She put her hand to her forehead before rolling to her side, trying to get comfortable.
Go to him.
The hardness of his cock wouldn’t leave her mind. He’d given her an orgasm and in return, he’d been hard.
Before she had a chance to think about what the hell she was doing, she got to her feet and padded to the door. After opening it up, within seconds she was heading down the small hall to where Gage’s bedroom was. He told her where it was when she arrived.
Tanner had a whole floor above them.
With her hand on the doorknob, she twisted it, and it opened.
This had to be the single craziest thing she had done. Every sensible part of her brain told her to turn on her heel and run. She had no right to be here, but this tiny smidge of need that told her to enter took over, and there she stood, in Gage’s room, shocked as he was wide awake. His hand moving up and down his length.
The sheet was to the side of him. Not one single part of him was covered.
Gage paused as he worked his cock, sitting up. He made no move to hide his body, his hand still on his dick.
She felt an instant hit of heat slam into her body.
Go to him.
“Connie,” he said.
“Gage. Er, I … er, I noticed you at dinner, and I wanted to come and help … you know, help you.” She licked her lips, feeling them dry up.
“How?”
“I don’t know. How do you need me?” She was a virgin, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want things. Her imagination was a crazy place to be. Her body was on fire with need for him.
Silence met her question.
There was no tension.
She waited.
“You want to take care of my cock, Connie?”
“Yes.”
“You want to help me?”
“Yes.”
“You’re here willingly?”
She smiled at all his questions and nodded. “Yes. I’m here because I want to be with you.”
“Prove it,” Gage said.
Constance wasn’t expecting that. She glanced around his room, thinking about how she could prove to him that she wanted to be here. There was nothing she could do.
Until she looked down at her old night shirt and grasped the end of it. In one smooth move, she had it up and over her head.
Tossing it to the side, she stared at Gage.
She didn’t have any underwear on. With her hands on her stomach, she looked at him, waiting. “I want to be here.”
She took a step, then another, followed by another until she got to the edge of the bed.
Gage moved to a kneeling position. His arm banded around her waist, holding her close. The stiffness of his cock pressed against her stomach.
She wasn’t afraid.
What she felt was overwhelming arousal and need. She wanted this man so much. He made her ache in ways she had never felt before. This was so much more than a crush.
Putting her hands on his face, she touched him willingly without instruction.
There was some stubble on his cheeks and chin, but she didn’t mind. Touching him was more than enough. Without waiting for an invitation, she pressed her lips to his. It was a small kiss, tentative, but the need was there.
Gage ran his hand down toward her ass, gripping her flesh tightly, causing her to moan. It was almost painful, but the pleasure was there as well, swelling up inside her.
“I want to fuck you, Connie. I want to pull you to the bed, spread your legs, and pump you with my cum. Is that what you want?”
She gasped.
“Fuck, I can smell how turned on you are. You want this, don’t you? You want me?”
She nodded. “Yes, I want you.” Dropping her hand from his face and down his chest, she gripped his cock. “I want to take care of you.”
Constance had no idea what she was doing. She touched his cock, and it was such a strange part of his body to have in her hand. He was long, thick, hard, and soft.