Gabriel's Salvation: small town, misunderstood MMC, overcoming trauma, first love romance

9. Chapter Nine

The sound of a door slamming brings me back to reality.

“This is the last fucking message I’m leaving, I don”t know where you are, you fucking whore, probably getting railed by whoever that guy was. The one you’re blatantly fucking. So much for being a virgin, yeah? Anyway, we”re done. I don”t want his fucking sloppy seconds anyway. Jessica gives better blowjobs and puts out. Oh, and while I was at college I fucked two other girls as well, so fuck you!” he bellows into the phone before throwing it onto the ground in frustration.

He bends down to try and find his phone in the dark. As soon as he stands up and turns to walk back inside, my fist connects with his jaw.

“That”s for being a pussy who hits women,” I growl as I climb on top of him and my fist connects with his ribs. ””And that”s for being a lying, cheating scumbag,”” I say as I connect with his jaw next.

“This is because I just really like beating the grin off your cheesy, fucking face,” I laugh as I stand and kick him in the ribs once more for good measure before leaving.

I get on my bike ready to go home, but something in me persuades me to go back to the motel to check on Stacey. So against every instinct in my body, that”s where I go. I pull up to the parking lot, hop off my bike, and make my way to the room. As I get to the door, though, I realize I don”t have the key. Shit!Why didn”t you grab the key? My brain scolds me. Perhaps because I never take the key? Because I usually rush out the door as fast as my legs will carry me and never even look back. I argue back.

I turn to leave just as the door swings open and Stacey envelops me in a tight hug. My natural instinct is to push her away, tell her to get the fuck off me and leave again. But the shining bruise stops me for just long enough that she lets go herself.

“Where have you been?” She says, slapping my chest.

“I went to get ice,” I lie. I see her eyes glance down at my empty hands so quickly add, “but I didn”t find any.” What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Well close the door then it’s fucking freezing,” she laughs as she walks back and climbs back under the covers.

I just stare like a dumbfounded kid, not knowing what to do. Do I leave? Do I stay? Do I climb in beside her? Do I fuck her? Who knows.

“You just gonna stare or are you gonna come join me and my boyfriend?”

“Your boyfriend!?!” I snap, kicking the door closed as I quickly scan the room.

“Yeah, my main man, Jax Teller,” she laughs, patting the space beside her.

I kick off my shoes and sit down.

“You watch Sons?” I exclaim in surprise. Maybe tonight won’t suck too much.

“Hell yeah! Motorbikes, check. Family drama, check. Hot guy, double check,” she laughs as she fans herself.

“Oh, okay,” sounding a little off guard. How can we both love the same show but see it so differently?

“What, did you think all girls only watch rom-coms and dream of their prince charming and true love’s kiss?” she laughs as she throws one of the obnoxiously small cushions at my head.

“Well yeah, kind of,” I reply as I remove my jeans and sit on the edge of the bed, ready to watch my favorite show.

“You”re in for a rude awakening then as Jax is the only Prince OF Charming this girl needs.” She grins as she makes herself comfy and turns up the volume.

I start off sitting on the edge but before long I’m sitting right beside her under the covers. Neither of us say much other than the odd comment here and there about the show. But it feels oddly peaceful. I can”t remember the last time I sat with another person and just relaxed or watched TV.

The show is just coming to an end when she breaks the silence by asking, “Should we watch the next episode?”

“Sure, I gotta take a piss first, though,” I reply as I stand and make my way to the bathroom. When I come out she”s on all fours with her ass in the air and her head hanging off the bed.

Fuck yes! My cock springs to attention in my boxers and I waste no time walking over and slapping her ass.

“What the fuck?!” she shouts. Lifting her head. “What do you think you”re doing?” she demands as she turns her head to look at me.

“Well, I thought… you were on all fours.” I stutter as I feel a blush rising up my neck. I rub the back of my neck and look up towards the ceiling.

“What were you thinking? That rather than having a conversation like a normal person, I’d just climb on all fours and present myself to you like a fucking cat in heat?” she snaps again and I can see she”s pissed. Which I know it shouldn”t but it just makes me harder. Never before have I had any woman, let alone one this goddamn sexy, stand up to me or try and challenge me like this. I moan quietly to myself and have the worst urge to adjust myself in my pants but know that will just add fuel to this fire sitting in front of me.

“Well?” she demands. I swear I can almost see the smoke coming from her.

“Well, what the fuck were you doing then?” I ask innocently and try to give her my sexiest smirk.

“Honestly. Men are the worst,” she grumbles as she pushes her way past me, walks around to the side of the bed where her head just was, and bends down.

“I was getting this, you fucking caveman,” she snaps, holding the remote control in the air.

I move to reach for it but she hides it behind her back. I lunge forward to get it from behind her back but she swaps hands and holds it high into the air. Although, why? I don”t know, since I”m easily a foot taller than her.

She obviously registers this at the same time as I do, and just as I get close enough to reach for it she throws it onto the bed.

I”m not letting her off that easily though. I grab her still outstretched hand and use that and my weight to push her backward and pin her hand above her head.

“Well, that didn”t work, did it?” I growl, voice laced with desire.

She tries to push me away, but it”s clear from the lack of strength she uses she has no intention of actually stopping me. So instead I use my other hand to grab hers and pin them both high above her head.

“Now, what are you gonna do?” I purr against her ear.

I hear her breath hitch and know I’ve got her exactly where I want her.

“Well, answer me.” I snap, as I playfully nip the nape of her neck and feel her body jump in shock.

“I’m… uhm . . … I’m gonna” she mumbles.

I move my hands so that I can grip both of hers in one, then slide my other hand down her side to cup one of her breasts.

“You”re gonna stand there and accept your punishment aren”t you,” I growl and this time bite her a little harder. A whimper leaves her mouth as I feel her head nod. I turn my head to look at her, for any signs she doesn”t want this but her pupils are blown and she looks at me with the sexiest eyes I”ve ever seen.

I let out a low moan as I slide my hands down into her underwear, which are now soaked with arousal, and insert two fingers inside her. Her eyes drop down so I release her hands to lift her chin. But as soon as I do her hands attempt to wrap around me. So I grab her hands and again forcefully thrust them above her head and against the wall.

“Keep your fucking hands here,” I demand. No fucking way am I allowing her to touch me. She might not know my rules yet, but she will soon enough. Unless my dick is in her hands, there”s no reason for her hands to be on me at all.

I see a glint of fear form in her eyes before it”s quickly replaced by desire.

“Now fucking look at me,” I demand again, although this time much softer.

She does exactly as I tell her and looks directly into my eyes as my fingers move skillfully inside of her. I watch in her eyes as the orgasm builds higher and higher, but the bitch refuses to make a sound. Instead biting her lips defiantly. Stubborn little brat.

Finally, she cries out just as I feel her pussy cum around my fingers.

I take my fingers out of her and bring them to my mouth, not missing the look of disgust on her face as I do so. I moan as I lick my fingers clean and I notice her eyes watching every movement of my face and hand.

“You like that Firefly? because I think you did,” I tell her in a deep voice and I hear a whimper escape from her.

“On your knees,” I growl.

She drops down almost immediately, surprising both me and herself. Hmm, does she like it when I am demanding? I make my way over to the bed and sit down. I crook my finger and motion for her to come towards me.

When she is close, I say, “Now take me in your mouth.”

Again she does exactly as I tell her. She releases my throbbing, hard cock from my boxers and begins licking it like a goddamn lollipop before finally taking it into her mouth. Oh my God! Her wet mouth feels like heaven! She starts off slow, almost shyly, but is soon sucking it like a pro. Placing my hands behind me, I lean back enjoying the view. That is until there”s loud gunfire from the TV and her eyes dart towards it.

I reach out my hand, wrapping it around her throat. I feel her throat bob against my palm as she tries to swallow, so I release my grip slightly, not wanting to scare or hurt her.

“What do you think you”re doing, looking at another man while my cock is inside you?” I growl possessively. What the fuck is wrong with me tonight? I”ve had blow jobs from girls before that are literally being fucked by someone else at the same time and that never even bothered me.

Yet the thought of her even looking at another guy, fictional or not, fills me with jealousy and possessiveness.

Releasing my grip on her neck I lift her to her feet.

“Lie down,” I demand and I push her slightly so she falls onto the bed.

“I”m gonna fuck you now and make you remember exactly who this pussy belongs to,” I say huskily. She moans in response and I feel her hips buck towards me, like a siren’s call.

I climb on top of her and pull down her pants, ready to fuck her roughly all the while making her forget all about mother fucking Jax Teller. That is until I see her perfectly shaven pussy glistening and can’t help but lean forward for a real taste.

My tongue pushes through her folds as a moan of pleasure escapes her mouth. Ha, it”s not so easy to be quiet now is it?

I can”t help but feel oddly accomplished knowing my little fire cracker can’t control her moans, even when she”s clearly trying.

I continue sucking and licking as her body melts beneath me, I slide two fingers in and begin working her with my fingers while my mouth focuses on her most sensitive spot.

“Fuck…yeah…that feels soo….wow,” she pants as I work harder and harder, driving her into ecstacy. Fuck she looks so hot right now, her whole body glistening as she moans and grips the bedsheets.

“I’m gonna fucking destroy this perfect pussy,” I growl as I grab my throbbing cock and line it up with her hole, ready to finally get my prize.

“Wait, wait, stop a sec. Time out,” she calls, sounding flustered and out of breath. I look up and I see her uncertainty. “I”m a virgin,” she finally shouts just as I”m about to enter.

The words stop me in my tracks, She”s 21. How the fuck is she still a virgin?

At first I think it”s some ruse, something girls say to make out they”re all sweet and innocent, but one look at the embarrassment and panic on her face lets me know she is telling the truth.

“Fuck!” I say as I punch the mattress.

“Don”t be angry, you can still do it, just be gentle,” she whines, as if she didn’t just pour a proverbial bucket of cold water on me.

Does she think that”s what”s bothering me? The fact she said no? Like an ice bath it cools down my frustration instantly.

“I”m not mad that you stopped me. I”m horny as fuck and my dick is frustrated,” I try to joke “but I”m not angry you said stop. You have every right to say stop,” I say, trying to speak as nicely as I can.

“We can still do it, if you want, it”s fine,” she says, she pulls her pants back into place again, looking dejected. But I”m no longer interested in fucking her senseless, even if my dick is screaming for me to continue.

“Firstly, I”m not the kind of guy you should give that up to. Give it to some nice guy, not me. I”m a fucking asshole and secondly, I have no idea how to fuck you softly even if I wanted to. I only know how to fuck fast and hard. I”m a fucker not a lover,” I laugh, hoping to lighten the mood, but it”s clear there”s now a tension and awkwardness in the air that not even a knife could cut.

I see the way she reaches for the blanket and covers up, and I hate the look in her eyes. Gone is the fire and instead it”s replaced with an emotion I don”t recognize. Shame, perhaps?

Either way I hate it, but I don”t know how to wash it away. Normally this is the part where the boy would pull her into his arms and hold her, but I”m not that sort of guy.

Instead, I bend down to kiss her which she allows for only a second before she turns away.

“I don”t want a pity kiss” she says softly and I can hear in her voice that she”s about to cry. I”ve made enough girls cry in the past to recognize that stupid voice wobble. This is so NOT the way I saw this night going.

Rubbing the back of my neck, unsure what to do or how to respond, since unlike every other time before, I don”t want her to run away. I do the only thing I know how to do, and that”s take control.

I wrap my hand around her throat again and slowly whisper, “I may not be able to fuck you, but I”m still gonna punish you.”