Kings of Chaos (Dirty Broken Savages #1)(55)

He’s messy with it, eating me out and making his face and my thighs slick with my arousal.

I look down at him while he drags his tongue over me, breathing hard and still feeling spiteful. “You’re lapping up Ash’s cum, you know,” I taunt breathlessly.

That’s enough to get him to jerk back, but he doesn’t seem disgusted or squeamish about it. Instead, his eyes are dark with anger again, and his face twists into a mask of fury.

“You fucked Ash?” he demands.

I can’t tell if he’s mad about me fucking Ash in general or me fucking Ash instead of him. I could easily lie and say that yeah, we fucked, but it bothers me for some reason that the answer is no.

I was right there, mostly naked and still a mess from the rolling orgasms Ash gave me, and he didn’t want to finish what he fucking started. It sits sourly in my belly, the sting of rejection still present and irritating.

So I refuse to answer Gage, just raising an eyebrow and shrugging one shoulder. Let him think whatever he wants about that.

He narrows his eyes, a hard look coming over his face. Then he slaps my pussy hard with one hand. I jerk and moan in surprise, taken aback by the sudden harshness. When he does it again, harder, a flash of pain bursts through me before my clit starts to throb with need.

“Fuck.”

It’s basically the only thing I can think to say to express that it felt fucking good, but Gage doesn’t seem to need more than that. He dives back in, hands gripping my hips hard while he licks me with even more vicious determination than before.

Even with the knowledge that he’s licking the remnants of Ash’s cum out of me, he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t seem like he’s put off at all. It’s more like he wants to lick me clean or something, to overtake what Ash did to me and wipe it out of my memory.

And he’s fucking good at it, too. I don’t know where Gage falls on the spectrum of Priest to Ash in terms of how often he likes to fuck, but he knows what he’s doing.

His tongue curls along my clit, teasing it and working me up. I thread my fingers into his hair, holding on tight and rolling my hips as the sensation builds and builds and builds.

I can feel my orgasm rising, threatening to overtake me.

And then, when I’m right there on the edge, about to tip over into a fucking amazing orgasm, Gage stops and pulls back.

“What the shit?” I gasp out, sounding hoarse and breathless. “I was close.”

He doesn’t say anything, just gets up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

My legs are shaky, and I’m ready to be pissed off as hell if he thinks he’s going to walk away without getting me off after all that. But then he grabs me again and turns me around so I’m facing the bookshelves. He grabs my hands and braces them against the wood, moving me where he wants me.

I should be pissed off. I am pissed off. But that’s not the only reason my heart is racing.

He grabs my pants where they’re pooled around my ankles and pulls them up just enough that they wedge my thighs together, keeping my legs tightly closed so I can’t open them. Just how he wants me.

I’m about to turn around and tell him to get the fuck on with it, when he drives into me hard enough to leave me breathless.

Like this, with my legs pressed together, I’m even tighter than usual, and it’s like I can feel him everywhere, pressing against my walls, filling me up.

Gage isn’t gentle with it either. He grabs my hips hard, fingers digging into my flesh as he fucks me even harder. His cock drives into me with punishing force, the sound of our skin slapping together ringing out in the room.

I don’t bother to hold back my sounds of pleasure. I probably couldn’t even if I wanted to. Not with the way he’s fucking me hard and dirty, making sure that each thrust sends the whole length of his cock slamming into me, hitting that spot inside me that makes me cry out almost every time.

Heat and electric sensation curl through me, radiating out from my center to spread into my whole body. I was already on edge before, from his mouth on me, and this is just another step closer to throwing me into an orgasm headfirst.

I move my hand, ready to rub at my clit until I come from it all, but Gage growls behind me. He grabs my wrist and puts my hand back where it was, holding it down with almost bruising force.

“No,” he pants. “You don’t get to touch yourself.”

It flashes through my mind to tell him where he can shove his bossy bullshit, but then he slams into me so hard that it’s all I can do to stay upright.

My heart is pounding almost as forcefully as the way he’s fucking me, bashing against my ribs and making it hard to catch a full breath. Books fall from the shelves around us as my tight grip on the bookshelf makes the whole thing shake. My back is arched, my eyes half closed. My whole body is on fire.

I’m so close, right there on the edge, ready to tip over into that well of pleasure that’s been building steadily, but Gage doesn’t let me. He doesn’t give me that last little push I need.

Instead, he starts fucking me more shallowly, letting his cock dip in and out of my pussy without driving all the way in.

A noise of helpless frustration spills out of my mouth, and I ball my hands into fists against the wood of the shelf.

Gage doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t even taunt me for being needy and desperate. He just keeps his hips moving, turning those shallow thrusts into long, slow ones that still don’t give me all that I need.