Saving Us (The Billionaire Brothers of NY Duology #1)

17. Harper

CHAPTER 17

Harper

K nowing Gage would not want me to gush too much about his place, I tried to keep my reactions to a minimum. But holy fuck! His place belonged in one of those coffee table books about the best apartments in the city, from the chef’s kitchen to the patio and yard, a full gym, all the way up to the hot tub on the rooftop terrace. And let’s not forget to mention the attention to detail when it came to the decorating was impeccable. I was definitely biting my tongue during most of the tour.

We finished back on the main floor, and he pulled a bottle of wine from his bar fridge.

“Want a glass or is it too late?” he asked.

Already resigned to the fact that I was going to be tired at work tomorrow, another glass would help bring our mood back to what it was at the restaurant.

“I’ll definitely have a glass,” I said. “But I need the restroom first.”

He pointed to the door off the kitchen. Once inside, I tore open my bag and took out the small number of tools I had with me to work with. First, I spritzed a few sprays of my scent on my neck and wrists. Next, I checked my makeup. It wasn’t too bad, and all I brought with me was my lip gloss, anyway. Finally, I ran my fingers through my hair, attempting to rid it of the knots eating outside inevitably created. It didn’t have the effect I wanted, rather, my hair became a bit wilder looking. Smoothing it with my hands wasn’t doing much good either.

It would have to do.

Opening the door, I walked right into a wall of muscle. As his arms encircled me, he pulled me against his body, my own arms trapped against his chest.

“We have to stop meeting like this,” I said. Breathing him in, the scent of cedar, spice, and leather overwhelmed my senses.

“No,” he said. “I think meeting like this is exactly the way things should be for us.”

His words made my knees weak.

He handed me my glass of wine as I noticed his tie and jacket were no longer on. I wondered if one of them might show itself again tonight.

I didn’t just wonder, I hoped.

“Harper, I don’t want to play games right now. No beating around the bush. We’re doing this,” he said. “I’ve got the fire going, so if you’re good with not fucking me in a bed, I’d like to stay down here.”

How does one respond to that?

All my body allowed me to do was nod. His straightforwardness was a turn-on. I loved him taking charge.

“Is your phone on silent? I don’t want any interruptions this time,” he said, looking back at me.

“It is.”

He led me into the living room by the hand, and I saw the fire roaring inside its hearth. The lights were dimmed, and he even lit some candles. I took a generous gulp of my wine and put it on the table in front of the couch. He sat on the wide cushioned sofa, and as I was about to join him, he put up his hand.

“Stay standing.” His eyes roamed me from top to bottom. “I want you to take your dress off for me.”

My body was not something I could afford to be shy about, not with the outfit I wore at the club. If this was something he wanted and enjoyed, I was more than willing to oblige.

And again, I liked handing over the control. Something I never knew about myself.

“You’ll need to unzip it for me,” I said. Gage gave a drowsy blink and rose from the couch, approaching me with a predatory gaze. My breath caught as he stood over me, then put a rough hand on my shoulder to turn me around. He swept my long hair over one shoulder, a puff of breath from his nose meeting my neck. Every sense was heightened, his finger trailing behind the slow pull of metal down my back. He already had me flustered, and I had to clear my throat to speak. “You don’t have to undo it all the way, just start it for me.”

Wordlessly, his footsteps retreated from me. I peeked over my shoulder to find him sitting back on the couch, watching me. Reaching around, I found the zipper and slowly pulled it the rest of the way down. The top of the dress fell from my shoulders as I held it up over the front of me.

Slipping one arm out of the dress, I kept the rest of it in place.

“You’re good at this,” he said.

I snuck another look at him over my shoulder.

Both his arms were stretched out along the back of the couch, his glass of wine in one hand. He was slouching a bit against the cushion, his long legs almost reaching the backs of my knees. His shirt sleeves were rolled up against his forearms, the veins prominent along his skin.

And again, his clothes looked custom as they clung to every line of every muscle. His thighs seemed ready to burst through the expensive wool while his biceps stretched the cotton to its limits.

He brought his glass to his lips, draining it while we maintained eye contact. Reaching behind, he placed the glass on a sofa table and resumed being my audience.

But not before he rearranged the large bulge growing between his legs.

“Why did you stop?” he asked. But the smirk he wore told me he knew exactly why.

“Well, you’re a bit distracting,” I told him.

“Please, keep going, beautiful.”

I felt as though I was way out of my league. He was a different kind of lover. The tie was my first clue, but there was something in the way he looked at me that made me feel nervous.

Yet intoxicated at the same time.

My hands went to the other sleeve of my dress, working my arm out. Holding it over my breasts, I spun to face Gage. His hooded eyes took me in as his one hand rubbed along his hard cock through his pants. He flicked the button of his trousers open, and I found it hard to swallow as I watched him. My hands were eager to pull his zipper down for him, but I had a strong urge to not disappoint him. Remaining where I was, I continued watching as he undid his own zipper and opened the top of his pants.

Underneath were dark boxer briefs stretched to unimaginable lengths, the outline of his thick cock prominently in view.

Stepping forward, I found myself standing between his separated knees. He rubbed his legs against mine just as my fingers let go of the silky material.

It lay in a puddle between our feet.

Neither of our eyes followed it. Instead, they remained on one another.

But then he glanced lower, taking in my sheer black lace bra and thong and gave me a Cheshire cat smile. My nipples hardened under his stare.

“Black lace. Very nice choice, Harper.”

The only parts moving on him when he spoke were his eyes as they roved over me, and his hand rubbing himself through the cotton.

“Should I keep going?” I asked.

He contemplated as he looked me up and down. “No, keep them both on for now. Come straddle me.”

Thank God. I couldn’t wait to feel him up against me. Spreading my knees apart and placing them on the couch, my ass slid onto his thighs. I was about to push myself farther up, eliminating the space between his cock and my pussy.

But he stopped me.

“Not yet. Stay there for now.”

The whine I emitted told him how I felt about that.

And the temptation to reach down and rub myself was so strong, I don’t know how I resisted. The hope of him touching me soon was the only thing keeping me going. I felt as though I would combust.

Finally, his hands moved from the back of the couch. They came to my waist and gripped me, his thumbs skimming the top of my panties along my hips.

“You are so fucking amazing to look at, Harper. Do you know that?”

I may not be shy, but I did not do well with the compliments. Because I had not been told that.

Ever.

And it was overwhelming, but I refused to succumb to the emotions. I was going to enjoy every moment of this.

“Answer me, Harper,” he said, as his fingers slid under the strings of my thong. “Tell me you know you’re beautiful.”

My skin burst alive, his touch scorching a path across my hip bones. But his head tilted, and he stopped the advance of his fingers, looking at me for my response.

“What I know is you make me feel beautiful, Gage.”

Reaching for his face with my hands, I ran my fingers through his thin beard. I’d never dated a guy with facial hair before. And now I didn’t think I would ever not.

He was so fucking sexy.

His hands were still firmly on my middle, though his thumbs made their way down to the edge of my underwear. Shivers went through my entire body with the anticipation of his hand moving over the material covering me and finally touching me.

“This black lace looks amazing against your skin,” he said.

Suddenly he grabbed the top of my panties in one hand, pulling them up, against me, into me. The thin material between my legs went taut against my pussy. At the same time, the thumb of his other hand went to my clit, now fully enlarged and pushing against the lace of my panties.

My moan was loud.

“Fuuuck, Harper,” he growled. “You like that, huh?”

All I could do was nod as I held onto his forearms and my head rolled back. He brought me to the border between pleasure and pain. But the scale tipped to pleasure as his thumb rubbed and flicked my sensitive, hard skin that was tight against the lace. He pulled the material up against me; so tight the string of my thong pushed along my ass, creating more intensity.

“Answer me, Harper. Do you like this? Will this make you come?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “I love it, Gage. Make me come.”

His thumb applied more pressure, the circles getting smaller and smaller as he focused on the sensitive tip of my clit. My fingers dug into his arms as I held onto him, my legs aching to close. Instead, I pushed my ass against his thighs, trying to drive my body closer to his rock-hard dick. But his hand kept me firmly in place as the orgasm started taking hold of me.

Then I felt him pull the material to the side, just enough for my clit to be exposed. The cool air mixed with the warmth of his touch on my skin was an intoxicating combination. He pulled the edge of my panties against my pussy lips, again that combination of pleasure and pain.

Then he was doing something to me I’d never felt before.

I felt my clit between two of his fingers.

“Oh, my God, Gage, what are you…doing? Fuck!”

My body instinctively rocked back and forth, riding the waves as they started to hit me. My orgasm started off intense without being able to close my legs.

“I’m pinching your clit, Harper,” Gage said. “Come for me, baby. Let me watch you come for me.”

And that did it.

His words, his hands, all of it combined, sent me over the top. Writhing like an animal as his hand continued its assault on my body. When I couldn’t take anymore, my hand covered his and stilled him. Looking down, his smile made me grin right back at him.

But then I collapsed into his arms, and he wrapped me in an embrace.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of watching that,” he whispered.

I giggled as I sat up. “Well, that’s good for me, I guess. That was amazing.” Pushing back on his legs, I undid the top button on his shirt and continued down the line. “You have too many clothes on.”

He sat forward, allowing me to slide his shirt down his arms. Lifting the white cotton undershirt at the hem, I pulled it over his head.

It was nice to see the chest I’d only been able to dream about. He was all muscle, but not to the point of being bulky. There was the tiniest bit of chest hair, enough to run my fingers through, but not so much it got in the way of tasting him. My hands slid down from his pecs to his torso, the many ab muscles tight due to how he was sitting.

And then there was that perfect V line leading into his boxers, his “sex lines.” They were so pronounced it was obvious he worked hard to get them. Running my fingers along them, I was glad to see his skin pebble from my touch.

He was perfect.

“I’m gonna take your pants off now,” I told him as I undid his belt and zipper.

“Well, you’re not naked yet. I think that needs to happen first.”

Standing up and reaching around, I undid my bra, letting it fall from my arms straight to the floor. I caught him staring at me, at my breasts.

“Perfection,” he said. “Touch them for me, Harper. Push them together.”

Something else he was helping me discover about myself: I apparently liked being told what to do sexually. When he ordered me to do things, the rush of adrenaline it produced in me was surprising.

His eyes were glued to my one hand as it rose from my side, touching my breast, pushing it against the other.

“Pinch your nipples for me, make them hard,” he instructed.

I did as he said, and the warmth was already building between my legs again. One hand stayed high, but the other reached between my legs, searching for my clit.

He liked that. As I touched myself, his hand went to his cock, gripping it and rubbing it through the cotton. I watched it grow under his hand and I became hungry for it.

My hands went to the straps of my thong to pull it down, but he stopped me.

“Turn around.”

Without question, I did exactly as he said and started pushing them down my thighs.

“Don’t let them fall, bend over,” he said.

When they got to my knees, I bent at the waist, pushing them further down my legs.

As soon as I did, his finger swiped from my asshole all the way to my clit. And before I could react, his tongue followed the same path.

Just once.

It was torture.

When I was convinced he wasn’t going to touch me again, I spun around. And my eyes were drawn to his lap, though now not watching him touching himself.

This time, it was to see that the tip of his cock, at full size, was poking out the top of his boxer briefs.

My swallow may have been audible.

He wagged his finger, beckoning me to come closer. Kneeling on the floor in front of him, I grabbed the waistband of his pants and underwear together and pulled. He lifted his ass, allowing them to slide off easily.

And we were finally both naked.

My instinct was to jump up and sit on him; I wanted to feel his entire body up against mine. But he’d been so selfless up to this point, he deserved more from me.

Inching forward, I got my body up against his spread legs. Leaning over him, my mouth landed on his stomach, my tongue licking across every indent his muscles created. But in doing that, Gage’s dick landed right between my breasts.

My hands fell to the sides of each breast, pushing them around his hard cock, as my tongue inched lower and lower.

“Shit,” he murmured as I peered up to see him throw his head back against the couch. “Jesus Christ, Harper, that feels amazing.”

At that, I sat up, forcing him to sit with me, keeping a firm hold on his cock between my tits. My fingers came together, interlacing around him and me, feeling the bulging veins of him beneath my palms. A rhythm began as my hands slid up and down.

His tip glistened in the light of the fire. I stopped stroking him and held him tight against my chest, bending my neck to reach him. My tongue darted out, licking across the thick head of his cock, taking the precum into my mouth.

“Yes,” he moaned.

My lips stayed around him, sucking on the top, my tongue swirling around the tip. The muscles in his legs tensed under me as his hands went to my head.

“Harper,” he moaned. “Listen to me, this…I won’t last long. I’m fucking you tonight, I am not coming in your mouth. But I need this a little longer.”

As soon as he said that, I released the hold my tits had on him and gripped his cock firmly in my hands. It took both hands to hold him entirely.

“I don’t think I can take all of you, Gage, but I’ll do my best.”

“Baby, even if just the tip of me goes in that hot mouth of yours, it will make me almost shoot my load.”

Putting his smooth shaft back against my mouth, it stretched wide and opened for him. As I slid my lips down his shaft, it hit the back of my throat only halfway in.

“Holy fuck, Harper!”

His thrusts were slight, because there just wasn’t enough room. And as he pumped, the gagging sounds turned him on even more.

“Jesus Christ,” he said, pulling himself out of me so quick he was already standing.

I was left sitting on the floor, him above me, drool coming from my lips.

“You’re a fucking dream,” he said as he reached for my hand, pulling me to stand with him.

His mouth covered mine as he licked my lips dry. He spun us around so that I was close to the couch, and he turned me away from him.

“Be a good girl and get those knees up on the couch and bend over,” he said.

Ha, little did he know this was my favorite position.

“I think I can make it work,” I said sarcastically. Kneeling on the cushion, I took hold of the back of the couch. In preparation.

“Get my fingers wet, baby,” he said right before shoving two of them into my mouth.

Those fingers were then rubbing me at my opening, priming me, getting me ready. But I was already there.

“You’re dripping, Harper.”

His words were making me wetter.

Then I heard the rip of a foil package and him rolling it into place.

Grabbing me at the hips, he positioned the tip of his cock against me. Rubbing it up and down, he pushed the tip in the slightest bit. The anticipation of him entering me was exhilarating.

My fingers dug into the cushion as my pussy clamped around the intrusion.

“I’m going slow at first.”

And he did. He slid himself deep inside me inch by inch until he was fully seated.

I took all of him.

But then he pulled out slightly and pushed himself back in. Still gentle.

But I needed more.

Pushing my ass against him and grinding, he got the message.

“I take it you’re ready for me to fuck you, Harper.”

“Please, Gage.”

He pulled out of me again, more this time, almost all the way. His fingers dug into my hips, gripping my bones.

At the same time, he slammed into me while pulling me onto him. My involuntary moan echoed against the walls of his house. Without stopping, he reared back again, hammering into me over and over again.

The sweetest agony burned between my legs as I pushed against him with every thrust.

“Come up toward me,” he grunted between thrusts.

He helped pull me upright, holding me against his torso, an arm around my middle. We balanced ourselves on the edge of the couch as his other hand pulled my head to the side, his mouth landing on my neck, sucking hard. His mouth remained there, while a hand traveled to my breast, squeezing it.

I was, once again, teetering on the edge of pain. A delicious pain that heightened my senses as he drove himself into me.

The need to touch myself, to rub my clit, overcame me. Reaching down, my fingers joined in on the pleasurable assault of my body.

“That is so fucking hot, Harper, Christ,” Gage said as he watched me touch myself over my shoulder. His moans grew louder against my neck, more frequent. “Fuck!”

The force of his movements shifted as he pushed my chest onto the couch again. His grip tightened on my hips as he now raised my ass high, pulling and pushing my body every time his cock impaled me.

“Oh…My…God!” I cried out as the peak of my pleasure began rolling through me.

His movements were manic, those of a man starved for his own release.

One more solid thrust, and he stilled. Falling against my back, his body trembled as he came inside me.

Our quick breaths and the crackle of the fire were the only sounds to be heard. A wave of contentment rushed through my entire body as we lay there together. Eventually, he pulled himself out of me and moved to the side but didn’t let me out of his hold. Tiny kisses tickled my shoulder blade, and his hand went to the curve of my ass.

We were quiet for a while, so long that I thought he may have fallen asleep. I felt close to sleep myself. Between the wine at dinner, the time, and the sex, I was exhausted. But he started moving next to me, got up, and headed to the bathroom.

When he returned, he snuggled in where he had been, but this time covered us with a blanket.

“I hope this isn’t too forward, but I’d like you to stay tonight. I can have my car service bring you home in the morning.” The gentle touches never stopped as he talked. “It’s kind of late, and to be honest, after that, I don’t want to let you go.”

A smile formed on my lips of its own accord. I was glad we weren’t facing one another. I probably looked like a giddy teenager.

Christ. What were we doing?