“Okay, people. Let’s party!”

CHAPTER 15

***Gage***

She’s dancing on the bar, shaking her ass and getting me all kinds of worked-up. She’s been at it for a while now, and my dick has been saluting her the entire time. Toni and Chrissy are right up there with her. They are quite a trio. Ron and Allah spirit the other two away, leaving my girl up there all alone. She really loves to dance because she doesn’t even seem to notice.

“Raven.”

She smiles down at me and sits on the bar. I pick her up, take her to my room, and stand her up at the foot of the bed. She sways a bit and clutches my arm to steady herself. “Did you have fun?”

“Hells yeah,” she slurs.

“Are you drunk, baby doll?”

“I only had one beer.”

“One too many.”

“Whatever. Kiss me,” she says, leaning against me.

“I have something for you first.”

“What is it?”

I hand her the envelope and wait while she opens it. She pulls out the card and smiles at the design – “Happy birthday” written above three cupcakes, each with a lit candle. When she opens it, her eyes go wide.

“What the…are you…a two thousand dollar Amazon gift card?” She exclaims.

“For your books.”

“Do you have any idea how many books I can buy with this?”

I shrug and she jumps into my arms, wrapping hers tightly around my neck.

“You’re the best!”

With her body pressed against me, I can’t help myself. The card and envelope fall from her fingers as I begin to kiss her neck. Her moan removes every coherent thought from my mind. I lay her on the bed and climb on top of her, positioning myself between her legs. I lick her skin, salty from sweat, and she throws her head back. Her back arches and the movement presses her breasts to my chest. Her soft body feels so good against me. I could get lost in her curves for days. She pushes at my cut, and I shrug it off. Her hands immediately start pulling at my shirt and I allow her to remove it. Eager fingers glide over my chest and stomach and she moans.

“God, you feel good.”

“I wish you could feel what I feel when I touch you, doll.”

I look down at the pendants from our necklaces lying next to each other on her sternum and get the animalistic urge to beat my chest like a gorilla. Somehow, this gorgeous woman beneath me is mine. She pulls me down to her, and I press my lips to hers. The kiss quickly escalates. In seconds, we’re grabbing at each other, consumed by passion. I slip my fingers under her top, pulling it up and off. I’ve seen lots of tits before but none as amazing as hers. Even covered in lace, I can tell they’ll be the most perfect breasts I’ll ever see.

“I can’t wait to come all over these tits…watch it drip down your nipples.”

I bury my face in them, nipping at the sides while I lift her leg and press my dick against her pussy.

“Please, Gage…please, just fuck me.”

I chuckle as I stare down at her. “Little Miss I-Want-To-Make-Love wants to get fucked? What happened to making me beg?”

Her eyes regain focus and she lets her arms fall to the bed.

“I lost sight of my goal for a while, but thank you for reminding me.”

“So, you’re resuming the mission?”

“Absolutely. No sex until I say so. As a matter of fact…when’s your birthday?”

“April tenth.”

“Lovely. We shall wait ‘til then.”

“Lovely? Shall? When did you turn into a Victorian maiden?”

“About a minute ago.”

“And you’re saying I’ll have to wait until my birthday?” I ask incredulously.

“Yes. Put that on your calendar, Mr. Hunter.”

“You must be out of your mind. You’re asking for another spanking.”

“Why would I? It hurt.”

“Because that time it was supposed to.”

She rolls her eyes in disbelief. “When does a spanking not hurt?”

“You’d be surprised, doll.”

“Obviously, you’ve done it before. These women…they enjoyed it?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t have done it if they didn’t.”

“And you do, too?”

“I do.”

She chews on her bottom lip and slides her hands around my neck.

“Show me. Spank me, Gage.”

***Raven***

I can’t believe I just asked him to spank me. What the hell is wrong with me? Maybe I am drunk…or drunk on him. The change in his eyes is instantaneous. A second ago, they were alight with humor and mischief. Now, they’re dark with desire. He really does enjoy this.

“Are you sure?” He asks with raised brows.

“Yes…please.”

“If you don’t like it, you just have to tell me to stop. Okay?”

I nod as his fingers move to the button on my jeans. He kneels between my legs and pulls my zipper down. My breathing becomes ragged. I raise my hips off the bed and allow him to remove my jeans. He works them slowly down, his eyes following their progress. He drops them at the foot of the bed and bites into his bottom lip as his eyes wander over my body. The heat from his gaze and his fingertips lightly gliding down my stomach, send a shiver up my spine. He’s barely touching me, but my body responds with intensity. I clench my muscles at the insistent throbbing between my legs.

“You’re perfect.”

Jesus. He sits on the edge of the bed and takes a deep, steadying breath.

“Come here.” I kneel next to him and he curls his arm around my waist. “Lie across my lap.”

I do as he says, gasping as his erection presses into my stomach. He adjusts me to his liking and then trails his fingers down my spine. I shudder and moan as I feel myself getting wetter. Just the knowledge of being totally at his mercy excites me in a way I never thought possible. His palm travels up the back of my thigh and over my ass. There’s a softness to his touch that belies what he’s about to do. He repeats the action on my other thigh.

“Fuck, I love your body.”

I squirm on his lap as the ache between my legs gets greater. He adjusts my panties, exposing more of my ass to him, then rubs my cheeks as if preparing them for his palm. When the first smack comes, I wasn’t expecting it. I yelp in surprise. That wasn’t so bad. Slap. The next cheek gets some attention.

“Shit. Look at that ass jiggle.”

I put my twerking skills to work, shaking one cheek then the next.

“Fuck! Do that again.”

Just when I’m really getting into it, he slaps me on my inner thigh.

“Fuck!” I bite into my bottom lip. That one stung. He soothes the spot with his palm and the pain is forgotten. I moan as his fingers make small circles on my skin, so close to where I need him to touch me.

“Oh, baby…your ass is even sexier with my palm prints all over it.”

He gives me four slaps in quick succession and I groan in agony. Not from pain but from frustration. I desperately need release.

“Should I stop?”

“No. More…please.”

He pulls my panties tight and rubs the crotch against my pussy. Sweet friction. I whimper as the lace rubs against my clit. His palm comes down hard, harder than the others, but I barely feel it. It’s like my body is confused. It can’t decide between pleasure and pain, and is straddling the fence between both. As he works my panties faster, the slaps get harder and more frequent.

“Fuck, Gage! Please, make me come.”

He moves so fast, my head spins. I’m on my back on the bed and he’s leaning over me, breathing hard, eyes hooded. Without warning, he takes my lips with a vengeance. I frantically pull at the button and zipper on his jeans and he kicks them off. Yes! Finally. He reaches behind me and unhooks my bra. I throw it to the floor and he lets out a strangled sound.

“Fucking beautiful.”

He swirls his tongue on my nipple and I swear I feel like I’ve been launched into space. He bites into it and pinches the other between his fingers. I cry out, gripping his shoulders as my body shivers. He massages my breasts, moaning as he plants fervent kisses all over them.