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"You know, this whole 'me-and-you-alone-on-a-day-off' thing is like the start of a porno."
"It wasn't a day off, boss, you just didn't feel like working."
"Hush before I slap you."
After being quiet for a few seconds, Gage looked to me, "What's a porno?"
I smiled to myself, "It's stupid, really. It's just some people having sex then someone recording it."
He blushed a little, "Oh."
I winked, "And porn usually starts with two people being alone."
He looked to me, giving a warning, "Careful with your words, boss."
I grinned, my eyes coming to life, "Oh? What are you gonna do? Huh? Fuck my brains out?"
His eyes darted to my lips, my chest, then met mine, "Would you like that?"
He didn't ask it as a question. It seemed like a statement. I thought about the many ways this could play out, and smiled cockily, knowing he wouldn't do anything, "Yeah."
He raised his brow, "Really?" He saw the look on my face and smiled, "If you say so. Go to your bedroom and strip. I'll be there in a second."
I stood up, cupped his jaw, and kissed him on the cheek before walking to the bedroom, knowing his eyes followed me. I went to my bedroom and pulled my clothes off like I was asked, throwing them in a pile near my closet. I lay back on the bed, feeling aroused only from the air hitting my body. A few seconds later I heard the door open, close, then lock. Looking up, I saw Gage without his armor, just in his t-shirt and jeans. He walked over to the bed, unable to keep his eye in one spot as it travelled my body. I grinned up at him, "Well? You gonna sit there and stare or are you gonna get to work?"
His eye, a shade darker, flickered to mine, "Watch your tone. Don't rush me."
I clenched my jaw a little, not sure what had given him the need to be dominant. Me and Gage only had sex twice, and once we were drunk. I didn't seriously know him during sex, so maybe that's just how he was. I didn't mind. I watched as he tugged his shirt over his head. While he worked on his belt, I admired the tattoo on the right side of his chest, and another on his hip just above his pant line. He got his pants off and left his boxers on, making me frown a little. He sat down on the bed, and pointed to the ground in front of him, "Get on your knees. Now."
I did so, positioning myself in front of him and removing his boxers. He ran his fingers through my hair before bundling it up in one fist and tugging a little so it wouldn't get in the way. I moaned gently at the feeling. He was erect, as could only be expected, and I wasted no time pushing him to the back of my throat. He fell back on the bed, letting out a shaky moan and tightening his grip in my hair. He thrusted upwards every now and then, making me gag some. After a while, I felt him twitch, and his thighs trembled before he released, and let go of my hair. He sucked in a few breaths before sitting up again, holding himself up by planting his hands on the bed behind him.
I looked to him carefully, and he spoke, "Lay down. On your back."
I did so, and he moved between my legs, throwing them over his shoulders and burying his face between them. I let out a soft moan, and his tongue began to undo me. I came faster than he had only minutes ago, and he pulled away, wiping his lips gently with the back of a shaky hand. He leaned down, pushing his lips to mine for the first time tonight, and we could taste ourselves on each other's tongues. He pulled away for a second, "You ready?"
I put a hand on his chest, "Aren't you gonna use a condom?"
"I'll pull out."
"You fuckin' better."
He shut me up quickly, and began to work up a steady pace for his thrusts, giving me some time to figure out the right rhythm. We found it quickly, and he pushed his lips to my neck to muffle his moans, while mine rang out through the room. I dragged my nails down his back, and felt his biceps tremble. I released on him, and that must have been enough to push him over the edge because he pulled out and came on my inner thigh. I struggled to catch my breath, as did he, but we just lay next to each other silently. I reached down and held his hand slowly.
He smiled, "Hell, that was fun... We should have off days more often, huh, boss?"
