Lex (Unconventional Hearts) (42 page)

Wiping away my tears, I take in a deep shaky
breath to calm down before I reply. “You have nothing to make up
for. I am the one who does. And of course, we can go out to dinner
tonight. I’d love nothing more.”

Sighing into the phone, he sounds relieved.
“Good. I miss you, sweetheart.”

“I miss you too.”

We chat a moment longer and say our goodbyes.
I feel like crap. The man I am in love with has kidney disease and
I accused him of cheating. I’m the worst.

Rolling out of bed, I traipse naked into the
bathroom and start my weekend routine. I am beyond relieved to be
having my first date with Gage tonight. I probably should have
asked him what to wear. But knowing him, he’s got it all figured
out and knows me well enough to know what I like and what I
don’t.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Lex

“Close your eyes.” Gage instructs and I
listen without protest. A silken tie is pressed over my eyes and he
ties it snuggly around my head.

“Do you trust me?” his smooth husky tone
warms me like a shot of the finest tequila.

“Yes,” I wantonly bite my lip, replying in a
whisper moan.

Tantalizing lips pepper the tiniest, most
enticing kisses across my neck, down to my collarbone and a finger
glides the strap of my white Grecian gown off my shoulder. More
kisses follow the path as he drops the other strap, exposing my
breasts to him. The gown cascades to the floor, pooling around my
ankles.

“Beautiful.” He lustfully whispers, as his
hot breath floats down my sternum and two warm hands cup my full
breasts. Rolling my pert nipples between his fingers until they
stand at firm attention, he suckles the right one into his searing
velvety mouth. I gasp on contact, losing myself in the most
exquisite pleasure.

Turning to the next nipple, he sucks it with
the same vigor. Never leaving the other breast to feel left out as
he uses his deft fingers to tweak and roll my nipple into a hard
needy bud.

“I love that you’re not wearing any panties.”
He breathes, my nipple resting on his lip, his tongue gently laving
it, sending surges of powerful rapture to consume my entire body
and soul. Placing me at the mercy of his wishes and deepest
desires.

“I did what you asked.” I mutter.

“Yes, Angel, you’ve been so wonderful, with
letting me take control. I’m very proud of you.”

Knowing Gage is proud, fills me with infinite
elation. I never thought another person’s opinion of me would
matter this much. But Gage’s does. And after I’ve accused him of
cheating, I will relinquish myself to him. Consensually placing my
emotional and physical wellbeing in his strong unyielding hands,
something I swore I’d never do again for anybody in my life.

“I’ve got so much in store for us tonight,
sweetheart. I’ve been planning this moment for years. Playing out
every last detail, first I want to bestow this gift to you. Please
lift my tie over your eyes for a moment and look down.”

I do as he sweetly instructs and glance down
to see him kneeling on my foyers hardwood floor in a crisp, stark
black well-tailored suit, a white dress shirt tucked under a
charcoal vest and a deep purple tie with an Eldredge knot around
his neck. In his flattened palm, turned upright lays a white
crystal encrusted leather strap, with a belt closure. It almost
looks like a designer dog collar except it’s not long enough to fit
around any dogs’ neck.

“This is your gift,” picking it up with his
other hand he stretches the leather band out. “It’s called a cock
ring, I had it custom made for you. I know you don’t have a problem
staying erect. That’s not why I had it made. I got it to keep you
hard for long periods of time. Like tonight, I’d like you to be
erect the entire time we are eating dinner and this will help
accomplish just what I want. Plus, the beautiful Swarovski crystals
will make lady look exquisite.”

Wait a minute here. He wants me to stay hard
through dinner? Why would that matter? And I don’t want people at
the restaurant to see lady poking out.

“I don’t know.” I admit hesitantly. The
leather band is beautiful crafted and I have no doubt it would look
sexy accenting lady.

“What don’t you know, sweetheart? Talk to me.
Tell me what you’re thinking.”

I love that he’s worried about me and in
tuned with my feelings. I know if I told him to throw the thing in
the garbage, he would do it without hesitation. I trust Gage, maybe
not one hundred percent, but I’m getting there.

“I don’t want people to see lady standing at
attention when we go to dinner.”

“They won’t, we aren’t going to a restaurant.
So the only person who could see her is me. I promise I would never
do that to you, unless you asked. What I did in front of Tank was
uncalled for, and I won’t parade you around like that. I’d probably
go mad if I knew anyone saw her anyhow. What you have, I only want
my eyes to see, Lex.”

That’s good enough for me. Without speaking,
I give him my reply, by taking a step forward, and offering him
lady
.

“You sure?”

I nod, “Yes, positive. I trust you.”

Looking up to me with such pride, love and
admiration in his eyes, he straps my new jewelry under my sac and
around lady.

“It is too tight?” he asks, running his hand
along my hardened length and I shiver with pleasure.

“No. I feels more comfortable than I
thought.”

“Good.” He stands, reaches into his jacket
and takes out a sleek black box. Snapping open the lid, I gasp,
covering my mouth with my hand. Inside rests a sparkling white
gold, crystal encrusted choker. It looks almost identical to the
jewelry lady is wearing.

“May I?” he offers, removing the choker from
the box and I turn around, pull my hair up, exposing my neck to
him.

“This is for my Angel, and the other is for
my lady. I want both of you to look dazzling tonight.” He explains,
fastening the most beautiful choker around my neck and delicately
kissing me across my naked shoulders. Once he finishes, his hands
run down my arms, to my waist, where he grabs me and pulls me to
him, my butt landing against the budge in his pants. I guess he’s
just as happy to see me, as I am to see him. I love that we are so
madly in lust for one another, that neither of us can keep our
hands to ourselves for more than a few minutes at a time. I’ve
never had that before and it’s a great feeling to be wanted. To
reciprocate those same feelings in return, I can’t remember a time
in my life where anyone has ever appreciated me and loved me the
way Gage seems to.

“I love you.” He whispers in my ear and spins
me back around, setting butterflies ablaze in my tummy, making me
giggle as he tugs the tie back over my eyes.

“No more seeing for you.” He playfully states
and I can feel the air sifting as my dress begins to be lifted back
up my body, feeding one arm through one side and the other he
secures it once more.

Ten minutes later, I am being whisked away.
The tie still secured in place, we ride in near silence in his
truck, Gage’s hand never leaving my thigh.

“We’re almost there.” He finally speaks and I
relish in the soft buttery-ness of his tone. Gage is happy, and so
am I, even though the anticipation is killing me.

“We’ve arrived.” Gage announces and the truck
stops, shuts off, he gets out and almost immediately, my passage
side door is opened. His warm hand is placed into mine, guiding me
from the vehicle. Blindfolded, wearing heels, what a scary
combination.

“Can I remove the tie?” I ask, as I feel his
hand smooth down the sides of my gown.

“No, Angel. That is to stay on all night
until I say otherwise.”

Not sure if I like that idea.

“What if I want to see you? How will I eat?
I’m starving.”

“I don’t want you to see me. I want you to
feel me and I’m going to do everything. Including feeding my
lover.”

His lover? A zing of thrill flies through me.
His lover? Does that mean we’re? Am I ready to do that? Yes, I’m
eager to make love to Gage. On this rare occasion my head, mind and
body are all on the same page and it feels comforting to know I’m
all in. No regrets.

I squeal with excitement as I’m briskly
lifted off the ground and carried in Gage’s strong arms.

“This is easier.” Warm lips briefly kiss my
cheek and I hear him inhale my scent.

My body bounces in his arms as Gage carries
me quite a long distance and up some stairs, not laboring his
breathing at all in the process. Which if I’m honest, is totally
hot.

Gage

Carrying the love of my life up to the
rooftop deck of my Heartfair office building, I lie her down on a
bed of oversized plush pillows. Tonight I have so much planned. I
pray that she agrees to let me do what I want. Some of this is
going to push her boundaries.

I’ve had strewn the rooftop with four dozen
white votive candles in tiny glass holders, pots of roses are
scattered around to add ambiance, and in the middle I’ve had a
thick mat covered with a silk sheet. Eight blankets are tossed in
for warmth, along with a plethora of pillows. I plan on keeping her
here all night long. The weathers a perfect fifty-five and the
stars are out in full force, just how I’ve always imagined it.

“Lay back on your elbows.” I delicately
instruct and she, without hesitation complies. I’m happy my Angel
has placed this much trust in me. We’d have nothing without that
trust, and tonight I’m to validate and strengthen our trust so it
can never be broken.

I know the Megan thing scared her and her not
speaking with me scared me too. I had no idea what I’d done to
warrant that harsh of a brush off. I do now, and Tank was the first
person to hear it from me after I spoke with Lex. What I said to
him would make even the mouthiest truckers blush. Needless to say
he apologized, not much good it does because the damage was already
done. I probably should have told Lex sooner about my kidney
disease. I just didn’t have the heart to add more rocks to the
mountain we already have to climb to successfully be together. I
didn’t want me having kidney disease be a reason for her to stay or
not to stay with me. I’m healthy now. Since I left my ex-wife, I’ve
been healthier than I have been in years. It’s amazing how much
better you feel when you’re free and can live a semi-normal, less
stressed life.

Removing my dress shoes, loosening my tie and
popping the top two buttons on my shirt open, I leave her to rest
as I find my way to the tray that I have laid out for us. I brought
just about everything I could think of in terms of finger foods. I
want to entice her taste buds with food first and then my mouth,
and maybe other things, if I’m brave enough to venture that far.
I’ve let her taste my pre-come from my dick, I was pushing my
limits at that point. I’ve only ever let one woman suck my cock,
one time. I’ve never told anybody that. My ex-wife, one time when
we were in college sucked me. She did it so painfully raking her
teeth along it, sucking too hard that it bruised the head of my
dick. That was the first and the last time I ever let a woman suck
my cock. I don’t even let them touch it with their hands, let alone
their mouth. So as much as tonight is for Lex, it’s for me too; too
push my own limits.

Purposely clearing her throat, my Angel pulls
me out of my thoughts. “Is my Gage going to feed me? I’m
hungry.”

Her
Gage, I love the way she says
that.

“Yes, sweetheart I’m getting it.” I kneel,
and pick up the tray, carrying it over to the side of the mat. For
our appetizer, I brought shrimp cocktail and spears of lightly
steamed asparagus. Both foods I can feed to her. For our main
course, I’ve supplied bite sized quiches, and bite sized pieces of
prime rib. For dessert, I have sliced cantaloupe, strawberries with
whipped cream, chocolate covered strawberries, and chocolates. Lex
is a chocolate lover so I couldn’t forget to bring some.

Grabbing a spear of asparagus, I sit beside
her. Her head is resting comfortably on a pillow; her back is
slightly arched, as a pillow raises her lower back, pressing her
breasts up. Leaving her cleavage to spill out in the sexiest
way.

Placing the spear to her lips, she opens her
mouth and I glide it gently inside, and my dick gets painfully hard
as she bites down. The snap sends a shiver up my spine.

“Mmmm.” She groans, deliberately chewing
sensuously. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone eat as she does.
It’s like she feels the food, savors the rich flavors, and it turns
me on so much I could come,
right fucking now
. Swallowing
hard, she languidly licks her lips and grins.

“That was the best asparagus ever.” Her soft
voice wispily states, forcing the air to fill with more desire than
my lungs can handle.