“Oh, ye…yes. So much. Oh, Gage…” She broke off as he rammed her again with his finger, this time pushing two into her tightness, feeling her muscles resist his touch. It was just fingers, but it was so new and wicked that she couldn’t get enough. As his finger rammed its way in and out of her ass, he thumbed her p**sy with his other hand, two slick fingers working their way into each orifice, one very much forbidden.
Kate’s body began to spasm of its own volition. With so many sensations brushing across her body at once she knew that she was seconds away from exploding into a world of dark, fleshy lust.
The shrill sound that filled the room felt as though it was coming from another person but it was Kate, crying out in desperation, begging Gage not to stop – to give her more, to make her come hard, and fast. She pleaded with him, telling him just how much she deserved it, how good she was, how hot he made her.
He groaned his hunger out into the atmosphere, his c*ck aching to feel her p**sy wrapped tightly around it and with a quick turn he flipped her over onto her back and slid above her, his c*ck soaking wet with saliva from her mouth, ready to f**k her as hard as he could, with no mercy.
She felt the delicious agony of his large shaft forcing its way inside of her and even though she was dripping wet, she felt incredibly tight around him. She spread her legs as wide as she could, giving him free reign and full control.
“Fuck me,” she demanded angrily, her lips pouty and full. The burning, sinful hunger that flickered in his eyes turned her on and she felt the urge to be free with herself, to abandon all restraint.
“Harder!”
Gage angled his shaft so he was now higher above her, his c*ck pinning her down with every furious stroke. He rode her hard like a wild stallion that needed to be tamed and she continued to call out to him with fearful abandonment, selfishly using his c*ck to drive her into the pleasure grounds in which she had never lived.
“More! Oh, that’s it baby. Harder!”
Gage reached down to cup her br**sts, kneading them between his fingers, using them for stability as his thrusts gained traction and he was ramming his body into hers, crashing his chest against her, his hands gripping her heavy mounds, his c*ck stretching and filling her p**sy with hard, rough thrusts.
Good, so good. Kate didn’t realize she was moaning those words over and over until she felt her body jolting violently, her p**sy quivering around his cock.
“Do you like my c*ck inside of you?”
Shuddering with lust, Kate breathed, “You know I do.”
“Then say it. Tell me how you feel,” he growled, bucking against her, sending a firestorm of ecstasy through her body.
Biting hard on her lip, Kate moaned, “I love the way you f**k me, Gage. Oh God, your c*ck feels so good in my p**sy.”
White, stinging light burst in her vision and she bucked against him, welcoming his powerful thrusts. His eyes burned into her face, watching her wince with pleasure-pain as he racked deep within her walls. Every inch of her core was filled entirely, as he assaulted her body with wild passion.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his gaze locked with hers as each pounding jab of his c*ck jolted her violently against the bed. He took her with the utmost power, imprinting his shaft in her very depths. And he made her feel more alive than she’d ever, ever felt.
“Gage, oh Gage…please let me come,” she sobbed, teeth bared, senseless with the bliss raking at her insides. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“I know how you feel, baby,” Gage said hoarsely, his voice almost unrecognizable, as his c*ck continued to invade her becoming more and more urgent. “You feel so f**king perfect. So hot, tight and wet for me. I can’t slow down…I can’t f**king stop.”
There was a wondrous grimace on his face and Kate couldn’t look away, mesmerized by how much control he’d lost, just from his need for her. It sped up her bliss till she was thrusting against him, her inner thighs quivering as her orgasm mounted in a crescendo of pure, raw heat until she was crashing into its depths. Tonight, Gage had made her feel like she was the one woman in the world who could take him to the edge of glory.
Kate held on tight, barely hearing Gage telling her that it was time. Let go, baby. Come with me.
Just like in his songs, his passionate words wrapped themselves around her heart, making her want to sob wildly as she lost the battle within herself. Her very soul unraveled as she let go, her orgasm tearing through her body, drenching his shaft with her sweet nectar. Gage covered her mouth with his own, swallowing her screams of release as he exploded within her, his sem*n shooting deep into her belly.
Kate clung to him, overwhelmed and buzzing in a powerful high that drugs or alcohol could never match. He dropped onto her, his body glistening in a sheen of sweat and she suffocated herself in his masculine musk, her face buried in his chest. She wanted to remember this moment for always.
* * *
The day had arrived. The last day of the tour, the final concert.
For Kate, it felt like déjà vu all over again. Fans were going crazy, and the arena was packed so tight that it was a wonder they could breathe at all as they screamed and sang along to the lyrics of his most popular hits. Singing into the microphone, Gage leaned over the safety barrier of the stage and moved his hand breezily through the sea of fingertips reaching out, desperate to be touched. Girls squealed when his hand hit theirs, guys shouted out his name.
His voice, clear and loud, rang through the arena as he maintained close contact with as many fans as he could without being pulled into the crowd and swallowed whole. Countless more reached out, hoping for a single touch. His stage persona was electrifying…powerful. Gage felt a surge of energy rush through his body as the adrenalin pumped through his veins.
It had never seemed possible to live so large – to be bigger than life itself. Only a few could taste the sweet, addictive nectar of stardom while many others were able to experience it only on a much smaller scale. But here, looking out to the endless rows and rows of fans that spread out as far as the eye could see, Gage was once again reminded of just how far he had come. While it was the last concert in a long and wild tour, and he could easily go through the motions with almost robotic accuracy, this one meant something more to him. It was the finale in the biggest tour of his life, and he had been lucky enough to sell out every seat at every event along the way. There was no stopping him, his star still very much on the rise.
So why did he feel so damn depressed?
Why did he seek her face in the crowd almost as if he expected she’d be there like that first time they’d met? But no, she always watched from backstage; he knew that.
Gage got to the bridge of the song and the guitars kicked in as hard as the drums.
The music. The force – it was as if something primal ripped through him and he bent back as the strangled words tore from his mouth. The fans went into an absolute frenzy.
I’m drowning in my pain…lost in the blackened rain…and she could guide me back home…yet she left me all alone, and God knows why…
The words thundered from his throat, his methodic, rugged voice the perfect blend of sex and pain and the lyric ended in a hush and a breath and for just one quiet moment, the stage went still. Even the crowds waited as the lights dimmed leaving everything hanging on a line of pure, raw heat that lasted just long enough to get every heart beating frantically.
And then it came, the last line of the song. His voice was soft and husky, fused with regret, and the words came out in a low, heartfelt growl that buzzed through the cordless mic out to the hearts of many.
…but it’ll only hurt till I die…
The roar that followed shook the room and contrary to his usual ending where he’d revel in the screams, shooting the audience his sharp, bright smile, this time he felt something different and it took over with such intense force that he nearly panicked when he came to the realization of what it was.
Gage stood still, his voice ringing out through the music as the lights came blindingly alive and he forced his thoughts to the back of his mind. He’d deal with it later. Right now, the fans deserved his full attention. Training his eyes straight at the crowd, he forgot about the cameras skirting him on all sides, as well as above and below. All he acknowledged were his fans, here and now in complete appreciation for their loyalty. They could have been anywhere else tonight, but they chose to be here, sharing this final moment of brilliance with him. At times like this, it all seemed worth it. But as always, when he was surrounded by the masses was exactly the time he felt most alone.
And then he saw her.
Her hair was like a flame in the bright lights. Somehow it was almost like he’d felt her presence in the audience and suddenly, there she was. Just close to the second row of fans surging against the barrier mere yards away.
Her eyes were shining with what looked like pride, and her beautiful eyes were glowing so brightly it made his heart ache. Oh no. Fucking hell, no. I can’t, not again. I can’t go through this again.
Kate, watching him intently, deep respect and admiration shining in her eyes, was so close that if he reached out far enough, he could touch her. But he knew his security would never let him take the risk of leaning so far out in the crowd in the event that he could actually get ripped to pieces by the frenzied fans.
Only with his eyes he touched her, and her look twinkled like stars across to him even as she was jostled by the heaving mass around her. Part of him worried for her safety, that she might get crushed by the heedless surge. The other part of him was just happy she was there, sharing in this golden moment that signified just how far he had come.
Just as it should be… Just like he’d wanted it even back then when he was nothing more than a struggling artist, and he dreamed that when the time came, Kate would be right by his side, rooting him on, his greatest supporter, his biggest fan.
Once again there was the fading of sound but this time it was all in his head as he closed his eyes for a moment. Lost in the screams that grew louder and louder…though all he could hear was the buzzing in his ears as he allowed the truth to take hold of him. Many things may have changed but one thing would remain the same. And it was all because of that red-haired beauty whose face he could pick out from a million others in a vast sea of strangers.
The show was over. Deafening sound filled the air as Gage dropped the microphone to his side before he backed off the stage to roaring applause. A dark swirl cast through Gage’s mind and he wasn’t aware he was swaying on his feet till the security guards grabbed at him to hold him up. But a moment later he was waving them away, growling that he was fine.
Although the concert was over he knew there would still be other duties including meet & greets, backstage interviews and fan photo sessions.
Gage gritted his teeth, knowing that he should be grateful for all that he had been given, but tonight he was anxious to be alone with Kate…to touch her…to taste her…to celebrate with her.
The endorphins were pumping through his system but for once it wasn’t all from the music or the performance. He suspected there was one particular stimulant that was assured to always get him going and he hoped to hell he could see her soon before withdrawal symptoms set in.