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CHAPTER SEVEN
SAGE
Ijust told Holt the Awful Thing that Matthew Did, and he told me he believed in me. Told me that he wanted me to be honest with him. I threw out a theoretical "if we were married" and he seemed to dig that.
He seems to be digging me.
Not hiding how he feels about me anymore.
So I kiss him. I don't wait to go inside. I give in to that impulse I had earlier, and I go right for his mouth, for that lush full mouth that drives me crazy, especially the way it looks so sinful against his dark, trimmed beard.
Tasting it is everything I could have hoped for.
He wants me so bad. Me, not someone else,me. He keeps saying my name. Holding my head in his hands as he kisses me, touching me with passionate tenderness.
And he's rock-hard in his jeans, under me in the seat of his truck.
The steering wheel is jammed up against my back, and once he realizes that, he adjusts the seat to push it back and recline it, and then I'm free to rock back and forth on that hard line of heat in his jeans, my lacy underwear sticking to me with my own arousal.
"Sage...fuck, Sage," he groans into my mouth. "You don't seriously want to ride me for the first time in my truck, do you?"
"I'll take you any way I can get you," I say between kisses, yanking his shirt out of his waist band and unbuttoning it.
"Fuck," he says again, slipping his hands under my skirt and yanking it up to my hips before squeezing my ass. "Damn. Listen, I have condoms, but they're in my wallet."
That was thoughtful. I've always been careful with condoms because nobody wants an STI and I'm also careful about getting tested, but I'm also on the pill. "I'm on birth control. And I'm clean, so unless there's another reason to use condoms, let's skip it."
"Fuuuck," he says again as I unzip him and slide on that hard ridge, "you mean I get to be bare in you, Sage?"
"I want that," I say, panting. I've lost a shoe, which is fine, but I want his hands on my breasts, not on my cami, and I can't quite get everything out of the way.
"Naw. Screw this, we're going in," he says. "I'm all in with you, baby. Been waiting too fucking long to let this be all hurried and hole-in-corner." He pushes the door open, and somehow he gets out of the truck carrying me. He carries me to the porch and sets me down, then opens the front door and picks me back up again.
He carries me through the cabin so fast that I don't get to see any of it before I'm bouncing on a big bed, losing my other shoe and (again) not all that sorry.
"Take that fucking skirt off, baby," he says, and this commanding presence of his is making me so hot and ready. "I need my mouth on you."
I shimmy out of the skirt and lose my shirt, while he ditches boots and jeans and socks, then hauls that snug tee shirt over his head. I'm about to yank off my cami, but he settles between my legs on the bed and takes one of my breasts into his mouth, not moving my top out of the way. It's so urgent, so primal, that I moan out loud. His hands are busy at my lacy panties, and then suddenly there's a tearing noise and cool air on my bare, sopping wet split, and I moan again.
"Just like that," he says, lifting his head from my breast. He licks at my taut nipple, then moves to my other breast, and his fingers get busy at my aching core, stroking along my wet folds and then plunging inside me. "Fuck, Sage, so wet..."
I manage to push the straps of my cami down to expose my boobs, and he dives back in, licking and sucking my nipples until I'm moaning constantly, finger-fucking me with one hand while the other rubs at my clit, and he keeps going and keeps going until suddenly I fall right over the edge, my body in free-fall, in ecstasy, in rainbows and butterflies and flying zebras.
I might be crying a little bit. He raises his head to look at me. "Sage. Sweetheart. Baby. You okay?"
I nod. "So good. So, so good. Holt. I need you in me. Please. Please."
"You never have to beg me, baby," he says. He moves off the bed just long enough to shed his boxers. "See what I got for you." He takes my hand and guides it to his swollen cock. It's not the longest I've ever seen, but it's thick. Girthy. My mouth starts to water. "Feels so good, your hand on me."
"I'm hungry," I complain. "Feed me that cock." I tug him to kneel astride me, urge him to slide that thick stick into my mouth. I mouth-fuck him, playing with his balls, until he groans again and moves away, squeezing the base and breathing hard.
"I'm not blowing it down your throat," he says, his voice like honey poured over gravel. "Not yet. Not until I've filled that pretty pussy full of my cum, probably a couple of times before I'll want to do something else. No. I'm gonna pour you full to the brim. Want to see my cream ooze out of your sweet cunt."
This dirty, dirty talk is making me even crazier for him.
"I want it," I say, stroking my own nipples. "I want your cum in me, Holt. I want you to to dick me down until I'm begging you to shoot me full. I've wanted you so long. Now I want you for a long time."
"You neverhaveto beg me," he says again, giving me a look so hot that I almost burst into flames. "Doesn't mean I don't like hearing it."
