I could still remember the wind through my hair as I held Gage’s large, muscular hand. He smiled at me as we sped down the abandoned back road toward a small meadow, the top of his old beat-up convertible down and the sun shining.
He pulled over, the tires crunching over gravel, and we jumped out. I grabbed the bottle of wine I stole from my dad and ran off, smiling, and he called after me.
“Get back here,” he said, laughing. “I have the corkscrew.”
“Come get me,” I said, and kept going.
I heard him behind me, laughing as he chased me. I ran into the forest, past the trees, looking back at him. He easily could have caught me, and we both knew it, but we both loved the chase. Soon, I saw the clearing up ahead.
“Got you.” I felt him grab my waist and spin me, lifting me into the air. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Asshole, put me down.”
“Okay, if that’s what you want.” He slowly slid me down to his feet, pressing me against his body.
I bit my lip, looking at him. Gage was handsome, so damn handsome. Every girl in school wanted him, but most of them were too afraid to even talk to him. He had a bad reputation and everyone knew he was involved with things he shouldn’t be, but I didn’t care.
He made me feel good, so damn good. He kissed my lips gently, biting my lower lip, and I groaned as he slowly lifted my dress up around my thighs.
“Gage,” I said. “We can’t.”
“We’re in the middle of a clearing. Anyone can see us.”
He kissed my neck. “Don’t act like you care about that,” he said. “We’re here because you want me to pull those panties down your thighs and lick your pussy until you scream.”
“No,” I said. “We’re here to drink some wine that I stole.”
“The stolen wine was an excuse.” I felt his fingers slowly press up along my skin and touch my soaking clit. I gasped and bit down onto his shoulder and he laughed. “I know what you really want, Sadie.”
“Asshole,” I mumbled, but it was an empty insult. I was too busy panting as his fingers slipped underneath my panties and began to work my swollen slit.
I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his lips hard, loving the taste of him and the rough scratch of his scruff. I groaned into his mouth as his fingers pressed deep inside of me.
I let him slowly move me down to my knees and press me into the dry, warm grass. He spread my legs wider, kissing me hard.
I laced my fingers in his hair, moaning loudly and with abandon. I couldn’t stop myself no matter how hard I tried. The thought of getting caught was driving me forward, making me even wetter. Gage knew exactly what to do with me, how to work me, how to press my buttons. He was intense and incredible, and I’d never experienced something like that before.
“You want me to fuck you right here, don’t you?” he whispered in my ear.
“Gage,” I moaned, squirming.
“That’s right. Beg my name. You know I like that.” I gasped as he pressed his fingers deeper, lips grazing my neck.
“Don’t be an asshole,” I said.
“You like it when I’m an asshole. We both know it.”
“No. I like it when you give me what I want.”
“I always get you what you need,” he whispered softly, fingers working my pussy, sliding in and out of my soaking wet spot. “And I always leave you begging for more.”
Just then, my phone started to vibrate. We ignored it as he kissed me, his fingers sliding in and out, our tongues touching as we explored each other. But it began to vibrate again, and again, and again. Finally, he pulled away.
“You should get that,” he said.
“Forget about the phone. Throw it into the forest, I don’t care.”
He laughed. “I’ll still be here. Just get the phone. Might be important.”
I groaned as he pulled away, annoyed and frustrated. I quickly snatched my phone from my bag and answered it before it could go to voicemail again.
“Hello?” I said quickly.
I blinked. It was my dad, and he sounded pissed.
“Hey, Dad,” I said, looking at Gage. He gave me a look, a cocky grin. Dad hated Gage more than anything in the world, more than I even thought possible. My dad was normally easy-going and incredibly kind, but he couldn’t stand the sight of Gage.
“I know you’re with that boy,” Dad said. “You need to come home right now.”
“Mom told me I was allowed out,” I said. “You can’t keep doing this.”
“It’s not just that, though you know I don’t want you around that boy. I need to talk to you about something important.”