Tell Me What You Like

Content Advisory: Erotic

The rain beat against the bedroom window. Storms always kept Jan awake, not out of fear, but fascination. She left her curtains open on nights like that. Thunder shook the house and she pulled the blanket up around her neck and watched the lightning flash through the black sky.

Gage disappeared early in the day like he often did. He was private about his life. She knew he sung in a band and assumed he was at a practice or something. She didn’t ask him where he was going. It was none of her business. She didn’t want to admit that she missed him but something had changed since the other day. They had crossed the line from being roommates to sharing a bed.

The scars on her stomach and side were still tender but didn’t hurt anymore. She checked every day to see if they had faded. She’d have to accept that they would always be there, always be a part of who she was. Gage said they didn’t matter. He made her feel beautiful. He was like a cooling salve to a burning wound.

The door downstairs slammed shut and heavy footfall sounded on the wood floor and moved up the stairs and right past her bedroom. The shower turned on down the hall and Gage sang an Air Supply song at the top of his lungs.

Jan smiled to herself. For every annoying thing he did, he made up for it with something equally endearing. Thinking back, she had no idea what she ever saw in Brett and was glad to have finally let go of the hurt. When one can forget what it was they loved about someone, they probably never really loved them at all.

“You still awake, cupcake?”  Gage plopped down on the edge of her bed, almost bouncing Jan off the mattress.

She laughed. “If I had been asleep, I wouldn’t be now, you big lug.”

The box springs groaned in protest as Gage crawled up toward her. “You seem to like big…lugs.” He kissed her forehead and smiled, perfect white teeth framed by luscious lips. He was beautiful, lightly tanned skin with dark hair and dreamy hazel eyes. 

Jan rolled her eyes and pinched his cheek. She was acutely aware that he wore nothing but boxers. “I do.” She trailed her finger over his lips, so soft and warm. Heat spread to her neck and face as she recalled his mouth on her, his tongue searching her folds and unlocking a treasure trove of pleasure she’d never known.

“Want me to sing you a song?” Gage whispered into her ear and trailed kisses down to her neck.

“Mmm. I’d like that.” Her skin prickled beneath his hot breath. She lifted the blanket. “Lie with me.” The scent of his soap enveloped her and she inhaled deeply.

He scooted in close to her and pulled her back against his chest. He tucked her hair behind her ear and began singing. “Take me down this road, just to see a smile on your face,” he crooned. “Take me down this road, all that is and all that can’t be replaced. Take me down this road once more.”

He hummed the melody to The Last Goodbye as is hands roamed her body. Lifting her shirt, he caressed her breasts, kneading her flesh softly.

Unexpected emotion overcame her. The tender touch of his hand and the deep but soft tone of his voice brought tears to her eyes. Gage paid attention to her. He remembered things like her favorite color and the music she listened to. Moments like this, she was grateful for pain. Otherwise, the beauty would be unrecognizable.

He continued to sing quietly. “Take this love, take this life, take this blood, it’ll never die. This ain’t the last goodbye.” He kissed the back of her neck and his hand slipped over the contours of her curves, coming to rest on her hip.  

Jan closed her eyes, letting herself melt into him. Reaching back she touched his face. “You don’t know what you do to me, Gage.”

He tugged at the string of her panties, pulling them down over her ass. “I think I do.” His hardness pressed against her.

She lifted up to rid herself of her underwear while he removed his boxers. The heat of his dick against her bare skin intensified her want.

Gage scooted down and rubbed her leg before positioning it over his hip. His hand teased her belly, dipping lower to stroke her pussy while his hard cock slid slowly between her ass cheeks.

A shiver slithered down her spine as he nudged her hole but didn’t invade. The soft touch of his hand separating her folds caused her breath to catch. Her clit throbbed in anticipation. She knew what pleasures lie in wait.

His finger rubbed lightly over her clit and she moved her pelvis forward, wanting the contact a little bit harder, a little bit faster. Pressure built in her pussy, already tightening.

“I feel you trembling. You like that?” He angled her forward and rubbed the tip of his cock at her entrance. “I want you to come on my dick.”

“God, yes.” She clutched at the blanket. “I’m almost there.” Her pussy ached and she arched her body, trying to get him inside her.

“I know you are.” He pushed into her. 

The head of his cock stretched her slit and the contractions inside her intensified with the friction as he slid deeper. Instinctively, she tried to close her legs but he held her thigh tight to his hip and moved slowly in and out of her.

Electricity shot through her body, numbing her fingers and toes. All she could concentrate on was the insistent throb of her clit and the continuous waves of one orgasm after another washing over her. She heard herself moaning, wanton, loud and primal.

He stilled and pressed his thumb to her clit. “Jesus, girl. You’re so tight I can’t move.”

Jan panted. “I can’t move either.”

Gage smoothed her hair away from her neck and kissed her shoulder. “It’s okay. We have all night to do this.” He pulled almost all the way out of her and slowly worked his cock back inside.

    Every hard inch of him stretched and filled her. She turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder.

He locked his gaze on her face as he moved inside her, his fingers gripping her hip. He kissed her cheek and rolled over, carrying her with him.

She now lay on top of him with her back to his chest. The pressure changed and she moaned. Reaching back, she tried to touch his face.

He took her hands and held them together behind her head. He kissed her fingers and used his other hand to position her legs to drape over the sides of hips. “Tell me what you like, Jan. Hard? Soft? Slow? Fast?”

She’d never felt so exposed or so excited. Her body trembled. “I…I don’t know.”

He laughed softly in her ear. “I’ll find out for myself.” He dug his heels into the mattress and drove into her hard.

The instant friction and depth of his thrust mingled pleasure with pain and she cried out, throwing her head back against his shoulder. “Oh my, God.” 

He grunted, pistoning his hips, fucking her harder, faster. His grip on her wrists tightened and caught some of her hair adding another element of pain.

She moaned, opening her legs wider, allowing his cock to plunge deeper. “Gage. Wait.” She panted.

He stopped and released her hands. “What is it? Are you okay?”

“I can’t...” Her body tingled from overstimulation, having him in her and holding her, restraining her. “I need…” 

“Do you want me to stop?” He rubbed her shoulders and wrapped his arms around her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You didn’t. I’m sorry.” Suddenly embarrassed, she covered her face.

He pulled out and rolled her over to face him. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” He kissed her lips. “Why don’t you try being on top like this? Find out what feels good for you. I’ll follow your lead.”

She nodded. “Okay.” Nothing felt worse than inadequacy. Brett hadn’t been a very attentive lover and he did it the same way all the time. There was no passion, just biological function. Gage was so different and it overwhelmed her senses both physically and emotionally.

He sat up and stretched his legs out. He positioned her over his cock and rubbed the head against her slit.

She leaned forward and kissed him. His breath smelled of cinnamon and she inhaled deeply before sliding down on his dick. She gasped, moving slowly at first but needing more.

Lightning lit up the room as she rode him, squeezing her thighs against his legs. “You’re so big. Mmm.” No one had ever fucked her like he did and not just because he was huge but the care he took to make sure she was okay, that she was enjoying what he did.

Gage’s hands held her hips and he bit at her bottom lip before sucking it softly. “You feel incredible.”

She held on to his shoulders and steadied the pace, taking him deeper. “I like it slow and hard.” She rested her forehead against his and moaned.  

“Mhm. I can handle that.” He moved with her, matching her movements and watching her face.

She ground her pelvis against him, moving back and forth. “Ah, ah, that’s it, right there…”

“God damn. You’re gonna make me come. Your pussy is sucking my cock.”  His breathing increased and he cupped her breast, biting down on her nipple.

Jan moaned and moved a little faster. His cock rubbed against that sweet spot inside her. Her pussy tightened and heat spread through her body. Her toes curled and she dug her nails into his shoulders. “I’m coming. I’m coming.”

“Come with me, baby.” He rammed up into her, his cock pulsing. A deep growl sounded from his throat.

She screamed and her pussy clenched, milking him. “Gage. Feels so good.” She leaned forward and laid her head on his shoulder.

“Mhm. Really good.”

Thunder cracked and Jan jumped.  

He smoothed her hair and held her tight. “It’s okay. I’m here.” He scooted down into a prone position and pulled the blanket over her back.

She rested her cheek against his chest and listened to his heartbeat. “Don’t ever leave,” she whispered.

Look for more of Jan and Gage on December 31, 2012!

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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Song Credit: The Last Goodbye by Black Label Society

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