Until Sage (Until Him 2)

“Maybe I shouldn’t go.”

“Oh no, you’re coming. Even if I have to carry you over my shoulder. I have plans for your ass tonight when we get back.”

“You have plans for my ass when we get back?” she repeats, blinking up at me. “I’m not sleeping here tonight. I have to work tomorrow at the shop.”

“Fine, then I’m staying at yours. Or we’ll pick up some clothes from your place after dinner and come back here.”

“You know you are seriously bossy, right?” she prompts, rolling her eyes. “You never say ‘Hey, what do you think about this?’ or ‘How do you feel about that?’ It’s always ‘I’m paying’ or ‘We’re doing blah, blah, blah,’” she mimics in a deep voice, shaking her head, and I fight back a smile. “It’s really annoying.”

“So you didn’t enjoy sleeping in my bed?” I raise a brow.

She frowns. “I didn’t say that.”

“I’m guessing you also hated going out on the lake this morning.”

“Don’t be a jerk,” she snaps, glaring at me.

“I’m not. I’m proving a point. You’re telling me it’s annoying when I’m bossy, yet you sure as fuck have been enjoying yourself.”

“Don’t cuss at me.”

“Jesus,” I growl, running my hand over the top of my head in frustration. “Are we seriously going to start fucking arguing about this shit right now?”

“No. Yes. I don’t know!” she cries, throwing her arms in the air.

I know what she needs. Hell, I know what we both need, and I plan on giving it to both of us as soon as we get home from this fucking dinner tonight.

“I’m freaking out, and then there’s you.” She waves her hand out at me. “You look all hot and muscular, and I can’t stop thinking about what happened this morning, which is making me want to jump you. And I know that wouldn’t be good, because then we would be late, and everyone would know exactly why we were late. And then I would be embarrassed. So please, cut me some slack.” She ends with her chest heaving and her eyes on mine.

“Come here.”

“What?” She frowns, and I hold out my hand toward her.

“Come here.”

“Why?”

“Trust me,” I urge, and she places her hand in mine. Leading her to the kitchen, I turn her to face me then slowly slide my hands up her hips, bunching up the soft sweater as I go.

“What are you doing?” she pants, but I don’t answer.

As soon as I have her dress up around her hips, I skim my hands down over her hips, feeling for her panties. Coming across the smooth material, I wrap them around my fingers and pull them down, lowering to my knees and muttering “step out” when they reach her ankles. Holding onto my shoulders, she does as I asked, and I lean in, placing a kiss to her stomach above her pubic bone. Hearing her pant and smelling her arousal causes my already hard cock to twitch and my hands to tighten into fists. I shove her panties into my pocket and wrap my hands back around her hips, lifting her to the counter and hearing her gasp as her ass hits the cool top.

“Lean back and spread your legs for me,” I growl, fighting myself to stay calm. This will be a test of self-control if I’ve ever had one. The idea of eating her turns me on, and I know I’ll want to fuck her. I know the second the taste of her hits my tongue I’m going to want to fuck her until neither of us can walk. Only I can’t do that—not now anyway. But I can get her off and help her relax a little so she’s not so on edge.

“I don’t think….” she whispers, tightening her knees together, and I shake my head.

“Don’t think, just do. Lean back and spread your legs for me,” I demand, and her eyes widen and the tip of her pink tongue comes out to touch the edge of her lip.

Seeing that, I lose what little bit of self-control I was holding onto. Forcing her back to the counter, I grab her knees and spread them open. Dropping my eyes to her already glistening pussy, my hands fucking shake and my mouth waters. I trail one shaky finger up her inner thigh and move my eyes from the skin below my finger to her face, wanting to see her reaction to my touch. The moment my fingers slide through her folds and over her clit, her eyes slide shut and her head tips back, exposing the elegant slope of her throat as her back arches.

So fucking beautiful. So fucking perfect. All fucking mine.

“Sage,” she breathes, her thighs visibly shaking as I take her in.

Hearing my name leave her mouth and seeing her reaction to my touch, I dive at her pussy, licking and sucking every inch of her. Using my shoulders, I keep her thighs spread wide and focus on her clit while plunging two fingers inside of her. Her moans and whimpers make my cock leak as I flick her with my tongue.