It Started with a Crush by Piper James

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chase

Ileaned against the kitchen counter, guzzling a tall glass of water while I waited for Sage to appear. After her second orgasm—I was still patting myself on the back for that one—she’d wandered into the bathroom to clean up. I came to the kitchen for a drink and to give her some space to decide what came next.

Sure, she told me to pack a bag, but that didn’t necessarily mean she wanted sex. She was very specific in her reply when I’d texted to ask if there was anything I could do to make her feel better.

Get over here and fuck me with your tongue.

I’d gone from zero to a thousand as I read those words, my dick throbbing with need as I imagined it. Oh, I had no doubt she’d been telling the truth and hadn’t meant to send that text. But she had typed it out. She’d wanted me to fulfill my promise from last night, and the universe found a way to give it to her. To us both.

Because I enjoyed every minute of that, almost as much as she did.

Almost, I thought with a chuckle.

Truth was, I’d had very little practice over the last eight years. Having a kid in your twenties wasn’t exactly a draw for women at that age. Sure, I’d had the occasional one night stand. A quickie that had to be rushed and simple because I needed to get home to my son.

This was the first time since Angel that I’d stayed over at a woman’s house. It was the first time I’d wanted to. And I didn’t want to fuck this up by assuming Sage wanted anything besides my mouth.

“Hey.”

I looked up to see Sage standing in the doorway, and my breath caught in my throat. She leaned against the jamb, giving me a soft smile while wearing nothing but my fucking shirt. My dick went from a semi to a full chub in a half a second at the sight.

“You look beautiful,” I said, my tongue darting out to wet my lips. “I like you in my shirt.”

She straightened and tugged at the hem as she moved forward. I sat my glass in the sink beside me, then held perfectly still as she approached. She stopped in front of me, one hand extending to brush over my chest. I fought the urge to grab her and yank her against me.

I’d made a decision on my way over here—I was going to control myself and not show Sage my dominant side. I was going to be gentle and sweet, everything she deserved. But one look at her in those tiny shorts and that tank top that advertised her lack of bra, and I lost that war within seconds.

Thank fucking God she didn’t get turned off and kick me out when I started ordering her around. She actually seemed to like it, but I wasn’t going to push my luck again.

Even though her fingers were tracing the line of hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of my athletic shorts, and I wanted to grab her wrist and guide her hand inside to really touch me.

“Are you hungry?” I asked, my voice cracking as one finger slid under the elastic.

I motioned to the cold pizza boxes still sitting on the counter, but her eyes stayed on her hand, where a second finger was following the first.

“Starved,” she said, repeating my answer to that same question from earlier.

Fuck, yes. Please.

As if she heard my silent plea, Sage reached to her left and grabbed a chair from the table and slid it over, stopping it directly in front of me. Sitting down, she grabbed the material of my shorts and yanked, sending them to my ankles in one swift movement.

I sucked in a sharp breath as her hands slid up my thighs. It whooshed out of me when she pulled my boxer briefs down. And when she stared at my dick with hungry eyes before wrapping her fingers around it, I almost came on the spot.

When her tongue darted out to lick the tip, my balls tightened in preparation for detonation. Fuck. I knew it had been awhile since I’d had a woman do this for me, but I had a feeling it had less to do with my long abstinence and more to do with the woman in front of me.

Determined not to blow before she even got started, I closed my eyes and focused on the un-sexiest thing I could think of.

Step one: Remove the baseboards.

Step two: measure the room and find the center.

“Oh, God.”

All thoughts of flooring installation flew from my head as Sage’s hot, wet mouth closed over my dick, her tongue swirling around in some sorcery I couldn’t explain. I tried to refocus on the steps, but my muddled brain couldn’t remember what flooring was, much less how to install it.

All I knew was the heretofore unmatched pleasure of Sage Barlow’s mouth on my cock.

And, fuck, I was about to come.

“Sage. Stop. I’m coming,” I panted out between labored breaths.

But she didn’t stop. Her hands slapped against my bare ass and jerked me forward, pushing the tip of my cock toward her throat. The move threw me right over the edge, and I came with a shout.

Sage swallowed greedily, moaning and kneading my ass.

Was it possible for men to have multiple, consecutive orgasms? Sage loving every second of this was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever witnessed, and if I could, I’d come again just to give her more pleasure.

With one last swirl of the tongue, she released me from her mouth. She looked up at me with a smile, and I realized my hands were fisted in her hair. I loosened my grip, smoothing my hands over it as I stared down at her in awe.

“That was amazing,” I murmured, brushing a thumb over her cheek. Tilting my head, I chuckled. “I think that’s the fastest I’ve ever come.”

Her smile widened as she stood and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Ever?”

“Definitely,” I said, pecking her lips with a kiss. “Of course, that one has been building since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

She pressed her mouth to mine, kissing me long and deep. My arms wrapped around her, my hands seeking out her bare ass beneath the hem of my shirt. My fingers squeezed the flesh, and she groaned into my mouth. My dick twitched at the sound, surprising the hell out of me. I thought he’d be on strike for at least a couple of hours.

Sage pulled out of my arms, taking a few quick steps back. Her eyes dropped to my dick, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips, making the damn thing twitch for a second time. Shaking her head as if to clear it, she visibly swallowed.

“We should eat.”

With those words, she spun around. Grabbing two plates from a cabinet, she plopped two slices of pizza on each and stuck them in the microwave to heat them up. She hurried to the fridge and pulled out two bottles of water, and I took a moment to yank up my underwear and shorts, which were still pooled around my ankles.

Spinning around to face me, she said, “Grab those and meet me in the bedroom. We can eat in there.”

Then, she was gone.

I stared at the empty doorway for several beats, wondering what in the hell just happened. It was like some kind of switch had flipped, turning her from confident seductress to skittish in the blink of an eye. I hoped it wasn’t something I said or did. Thinking back over the last few minutes, I couldn’t come up with anything.

Shrugging, I grabbed the plates of pizza from the microwave and headed toward the bedroom. Whatever it was, I’d find out soon enough.