Guarding Hope

Tossing off the light sheet she had covering her body, she sat up and took a deep breath. She should just lay back down, but she couldn’t. Instead, she decided a drink of water would help. The second her feet touched the floor, she heard his voice.

“Are you okay, Hope?”

“Um…yes.” Hurrying to the door, she unlocked it and let him in. It bothered her that she woke him up, although she was quite surprised to see him at her door in a flash.

“Sorry—I guess the storm woke us both.” Gage stared at her, lying through his teeth. He hadn’t been able to sleep until his body caved to fatigue every night since she came to stay. His eyes raked over her barely covered body. She only had on a shirt, and her long red hair, messy from the bed, curled slightly.

Tonight had been the first night he’d been a good boy and stayed in his room. It may have been for the best, but now that good intention evaporated, just like the moisture on his lips. He slid his tongue out along his bottom lip and around to the top.

Hope stood before him in just his T-shirt—the one he let her borrow the first night. Gage had gotten her a whole new wardrobe two days ago, and yet, she slept in his clothes. His cock throbbed against his boxer shorts, stretching the fabric until the tip poked out of the waistband. He’d forgotten to put a shirt on, leaving the strength of his desire for her on display.

Hope watched Gage with equal lust. Her eyes immediately moved to the V shape right at the apex of his hips where his cock jerked. The tip popped out of the top and sent a new craving through her. A part of her mentally fought the urge to drop to her knees and lick the bead of cum on the head, but her common sense and self-control kicked in.

Their eyes met, alerting her to the fact that she’d been caught eagerly eye-fucking his cock. She blushed as her pussy juices coated her inner thighs, forcing her to slam them closed. The sound of slapping flesh caught Gage’s attention, dragging his eyes directly to the edge of the shirt. A low groan rumbled from his chest, and his thick rod jerked in his shorts. Their bodies were full of hunger—something had to give.

“Um…we only have two options. I can turn around and go to bed with my cock standing up like a steel pole, or I can carry you back to my bed where I’m going to make you scream my name and bury my cock so damn deep in your innocence that neither of us will want it to end.”

“Hey, I need to get rid of that two-million-dollar price tag anyway.”

They both smirked at the idea, although Gage felt his blood boil with the thought that someone wanted her virginity. In reality, he understood that there would be hundreds if not thousands of guys who would love to claim her virtue. However, knowing that someone put a price on it pissed him off. She belonged to him.

He wagged his finger, beckoning her. “Come here.” Hope sauntered toward him. As she closed the distance, her tits bounced against the thin material with her hardening nipples acting like beacons in a raging storm. He held onto an inner strength he hadn’t been aware he possessed.

“I’m here,” she whispered, pressing her hand to his chest. “Do your worst?”

“I’m only allowed to give you my best,” Gage growled, sliding his hand around her waist, dragging her body firmly against his and slamming his mouth onto hers. Their tongues danced, sliding across each other. They stood in the doorway of her room, kissing until they both were breathless.

Gage pulled away from her lips and leaned down, brushing his nose against her shoulder and breathing her in. The scent of his soap was on her skin. She wanted to smell like me. I’ll make that very possible in every way. Lazily his lips skimmed her neck, tasting her flesh and growling as he enjoyed every moment. Her soft skin, sweaty and heated with desire, made his mouth water for more.

A tiny whimper escaped her throat as she tilted her head to give him access to the very beat of her steadily racing pulse.

“Gage,” she cried out as he brushed his lips over the smooth column of her neck, nipping on her flesh. She moaned his name as if without uttering the words she couldn’t survive. Her precious hands slid onto his ripped biceps, running over each sinew as if to memorize every inch of him. The pleasure shot straight through him. Unable to take any more of the torture, he pulled his mouth off her body.

Before she could be upset with the sudden departure of his body wrapped up with hers, Gage bent down and scooped her up in his arms with his hands gripping her naked ass, causing a loud gasp from her as he carried her back to his room with his cock grinding against her aching slit. She smiled into his chest, loving the way he held her so firmly. Her pussy pulsed all the way there, losing all thoughts of anything else but letting him fuck her brains out until they were both way past sated.