CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE #2
“Told you you’re a magnet. I can’t leave you alone for two seconds without some vulture trying to scoop my baby boy up,” he said, slightly annoyed. His tone lowered. “But they can’t have you, can they?”
Something moved inside of me like a door being flung open. I finished off my wine and crawled into his lap so that my back was against his chest, and we could watch together. I said, “You’re the only one that gets to have me.”
“Mhm.” He took the empty glass from me and set it on a table. “They can look but can’t touch?”
I nodded as he popped the first button of my shirt, letting sweet, cool air against my skin. He kissed the shell of my ear, took it between his teeth as he dipped his palm under my shirt. My heart was hammering with excitement, arousal beating through me as his fingers neared my nipple.
“Do you want them to look, baby boy?” He murmured as his fingers slid around the edge of my nipple.
I arched my back against him. I was losing my mind and addicted to how he made me feel. He moved lower and took my earlobe into his hot mouth again, sucking it as if he were sucking my cock.
“I need to know you’re okay with this.” He said.
I took his free hand and guided it to the bulge in my pants. “Please?”
“No, I need to hear you say the words. Tell me you’re okay with this,” he commanded.
“I’m okay with it. I’m not scared. I trust you, I trust us. Please…I need you,” I managed.
He gulped his wine down and discarded the glass.
I’d had two so it couldn’t be the alcohol making me feel like this, right?
He finally touched my nipple, the contact making me moan.
He played with it, rolling, and pinching while his other hand rubbed the bulge in my pants.
His own cock was hard against my back, and I wondered if I had the courage to go down on him in front of everyone.
I craned my neck so I could see his face, and whimpered, “Please…?”
He popped the button to my pants single-handedly and pushed his hand down. He cursed as he cupped me through the lace. “You’re going kill me, you know that?”
I grinned devilishly. Wearing my lingerie for him both got him hot and boosted my self-esteem.
“It’s so sexy when you come out of your shell,” he murmured.
He gave me the confidence to be myself. I pushed my cock up into his palm, needing more. The two engaging in oral sex had finished and were now watching us. I pinched my eyes closed, afraid I’d lose my resolve.
“If you want to find some place more private, we can do that,” he said. “I won’t be disappointed.”
It was probably a good idea. I needed to ease into this lifestyle, but… I was so turned on. I shook my head and rubbed against him like a cat in heat. The eyes on me ceased to exist. All I could focus on was Gabriel and how good he felt against me and how safe I was in his embrace.
He smiled on a breath. “You want me to finish you like this, with hungry men watching?”
“Yes…please,” I rasped.
“Are you sure?” He asked seriously. “I don’t want—”
I cut off his words with a kiss, sucking his tongue into my mouth and drinking the remnants of the wine. He responded in turn, thrusting himself deeper until I nearly swallowed him. I broke away. “I promise…I’m okay with this. I want to do this for us, and because I’m so horny right now.”
“Okay, baby boy,” he rumbled and started popping the remaining buttons on my shirt.
He slipped his hands under the lapels and pinched both nipples simultaneously. My breath left me in a rush and all I knew was pleasure.
“More…” I gasped out.
He moved his mouth to my neck, sucking and nipping and leaving like marks while his hands migrated to my hips.
He freed my cock from the confinement of my slutty panties, his touch there electric.
He stroked me slowly and deeply, popping the flushed head in and out of my foreskin.
The man that had hit on me was watching from the doorway.
I thought it would unsettle me, but it didn’t.
“He wants to touch your perfect body and stick his prick in your beautiful mouth. But he can’t, can he? Why can’t he?” Gabriel asked as he gripped my chin roughly so that he could look me in the eye. “Why can’t he do that, baby boy?”
“Because…I belong to you. No one else can have me.”
“That’s right,” he whispered as he jacked me off faster. “Only I get to have you. But they can watch and wish they were me. So beautiful… You’re so sexy and all mine.”
I was aware he was talking to himself, and I was happy I could fulfill a deep-seated need for him.
His praises and the men watching me with longing in their eyes opened another door.
I felt sexy and desirable, and it was enough to bring me to orgasm.
It was so intense that my body quaked. I dug my nails into his arm as I threw my head against him and groaned.
He kissed my jaw sweetly and when I glanced at him, he was staring at the man in the doorway, his silent thoughts communicated to the watcher: Bet you’re dying to have him, but you can’t. Sucks to be you.
I’d only gotten a glimpse of his possessiveness before, but it was turned up one-thousand percent now.
It was so damn sexy that I was sure I could get hard again.
My courage was at record levels too and I slipped off his lap and onto my knees.
I’d surprised him as I freed his cock from his pants and took him deep into my mouth.
He stabbed his fingers into my hair and pushed his hips up on every down thrust. It didn’t take much to bring him to orgasm, his sounds of ecstasy letting me know I was fulfilling a fundamental need.
He came so forcefully, it escaped and dribbled down my chin.
I wasn’t sure what had possessed me—maybe I’d always had this part of me inside, but I glanced back at the man watching and licked my lips.
His expression dropped for a moment, and he wandered off.
Gabriel dragged me up his body and kissed me sloppily, licking his own release from my mouth.
Half-undressed and ravenous, we made out on the couch, making it a game to see how far down each other's throats we could get. It wasn’t until we came back up for air that we realized we were alone.
His eyes aglow under the soft illumination, he said, “I love you so damn much.”
“I love you too,” I said, meaning every word.
We took a shower, redressed to the best of our ability, and left. We laughed and smiled, stopped to kiss again, and wandered around in a state of sublimity. I read the question in his eyes that hovered just under the surface: Are you sure you’re okay with this?
“I have an idea,” I said, feeling drunk. “Let’s make plans to do this once a month.”
He stopped in his tracks, his smile lowering. “Will you promise to tell me if you develop any sort of regret or negative feeling about it?”
I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my chin on his chest. “Yes, but I don’t see that happening. I wasn’t scared and… I really liked when you claimed ownership over me as that guy watched. I don’t exactly know why but I enjoyed every moment of tonight. I want to do it with you again.”
“Deal,” he rasped.
“Maybe sometime, when I’m a little more braver, I might wear my lingerie and nothing else there.”
“Oh god, I just got hard.”
I beamed, feeling wild and free and undefined by my past. “It would be only for you.”
“I know, baby boy.”
“And…”
“There’s more?”
“Maybe we can go to some parties. Like exhibition shows for you or… I’m sure I’m not the only guy who likes wearing lingerie.”
“We will explore it, together.” He kissed me several times. “You’re so damn amazing. You better not forget it.”
“You won’t let me forget,” I said, laying my ear against his chest.
We stood on the chilly, dark street just holding each other. Perhaps he was as shocked as I was that we'd found each other and as the realization that we were two of the lucky ones set in, a deep, vivid happiness surrounded me. I pulled him into a thorough kiss that warmed me up.
“So,” he murmured. “The night is young. What do you want to do now?”
We ended up checking out a club called The Adonis where Sean and Jere worked. Maybe fate was a thing because both Matteo and Danny were there. We shared drinks and laughter, and I was looking forward to having friends. The hope for a joyful life gave me the confidence I needed.
Taking Gabriel’s hand, I pulled him to his feet. “Dance with me.”
We took our place at the edge of the dance floor. He busted silly moves and I giggled until I hick-upped. We ended up against each other, moving against the jam of techno music and sashaying bodies, and for the first time in my life, I was okay with being different.
As long as we had each other, we’d live the life of our dreams.