Chapter 15 #2
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the sound of me popping open this lube,” I say as I do so.
“Where the fuck did the lube come from? Did you plan this?”
“No, it was in the pile over there. Should I look at the date on it? Do these things have expiration dates? Let’s see how ancient it is.”
“There’s no way you just found lube…”
“I found this too,” I say as I whip out a vibrating dildo. “Is this what you used when you were spending eons playing hard to get because you didn’t want to move into our home too quickly?”
“I moved in after like a week of dating!”
I huff, knowing that to not be true. “Oh no, no, no. It was at least five years.”
“We haven’t even known each other five years. Let me out of this box.” He claims he wants out, but his laughter tells me he’s secretly enjoying it.
Gabriel reaches for me and knocks the lube out of my hand where it lands on my pants, oozing out all over it. “How promiscuous of you, my love.”
“That was not what that action meant at all.”
“Shhhh, my sweets. I know you’re horny for me.
” I close the lid of the box and while it doesn’t close all the way, if I push hard enough, it covers his face and leaves his ass sticking out.
“I like this.” I unbutton his pants and accomplish the very difficult job of shimmying them and his underwear off his hips without demolishing the box.
Once I have both whipped off to oblivion, I smile down at my prey.
“I feel so loved… inside this box… where I can’t see your face,” he says.
“I’m thrilled you do.”
“I feel very comfortable too… in case you’re curious.”
“I was,” I respond as I squeeze the lube so it drips out and lands on his cock. I greatly enjoy watching it run down his length, and before it can escape, I scoop it up with my finger and rub it against his hole.
Gabriel whaps open the flaps and gives me a look.
“Don’t pretend to be enjoying my pain and ignoring me,” he says.
“I’m not pretending. I’m just ignoring you,” I tell him, my finger circling over him while his cock comes to life.
I pause what I’m doing to fold the edge of the cardboard flap up so it doesn’t limit his dick.
I push the bent flap back down, covering his face but letting his dick and ass remain on display.
“You are absolutely ridiculous,” he complains as he shifts and the whole box gives up life and flattens out, causing his precious ball of lint and stick to go tumbling back out into the mess, hopefully never to be seen again.
“My desire to keep you is too strong for the ‘Keep’ box,” I announce.
“Definitely had nothing to do with the weight of my body in some box I didn’t quite fit in,” he says as he wallows around in cardboard… which I find extremely sexy.
“Definitely not,” I agree before I lift his leg and kiss his inner thigh. “You are so perfect the box couldn’t keep up with you.”
“Sure, we’ll pretend that’s true.”
My lips travel up his leg while Lucy Fur stalks over to us. I plan to ignore her as she moves closer and closer, clearly wanting attention. I suck his inner thigh, leaving a little mark while my finger travels down over his hole, toying with it as he murmurs something about how good it feels.
All of which is interrupted when Lucy Fur—who Gabriel tries to bring with us everywhere we go, as well as Margarine “so he won’t be lonely”—climbs up onto Gabriel and sits right on his chest, tail whapping back and forth across his face as she glowers at me.
The look on her face tells me that my death is near for daring to touch her human.
“Lucille!” Gabriel laughingly protests.
“I got this. I got this,” I assure him.
I reach out, sacrificing my hands to do so, pluck her off Gabriel’s chest, and place her right in the “Donate” box where she belongs.
I smile, pleased.
Gabriel chuckles when he sees it and flips onto his stomach so he can reach for her. “I’m not donating my baby!”
“She loves it in there,” I say as the cat settles in, only the tips of her ears showing like we might have no idea where she is. “She wants to be donated, hon. When you wanted to move out of the house, did your parents tell you that you weren’t allowed? Let her spread her kitty wings.”
Gabriel grabs the trash bag and begins pulling it over my head. “It’s okay, Lucille, I’ve got him. Papa will protect you and never let mean ol’ Liam donate you!”
Instead of removing the trash bag, I start trying to kiss him through it.
He’s laughing now as he hooks his arm over me.
I can’t even see what I’m going for, but I’m determined.
I try to gnaw on him a bit through the bag while he wraps his legs around my waist and folds his arms around my trash-bagged head.
“Oh my god, Liam, stop. You’re ridiculous.”
“I must pleasure you in any form you’d like,” I say before I find what I think is his chest and try to kiss him.
Gabriel squirms. “You’re kissing my armpit.”
“I was wondering why it tasted a little hairy.”
“No! Stop! Let’s wait until we get home and have bed sex. There’s not even a bed here!”
“Who needs a bed when you have a trash bag?” I ask, but he whips it off. “Did you miss my face?”
“I definitely missed your face.”
“Thought so,” I say, finding that I very much enjoy the view from where I’m lying on top of him while he’s lying pantsless on the floor. I wrap my arms around him, giving him a squeeze as I resume kissing him.
“I’m far too old for carpet burn,” he objects.
I roll him onto his stomach and lightly stroke my finger against his hole before pressing it inside of him. He lets out a soft moan while I kiss and rub his back.
“I will make sure you don’t have carpet burn.”
I kiss a line down his back and then bite his butt cheek.
“What the fuck was that for?”
Because I love hearing your laugh. “It was for throwing me in the trash when your cat simply enjoyed being donated; look at her.”
All that can be seen is her tail flicking back and forth from within the box. Margarine has arrived just to watch his sister get donated. I pull Gabriel back so his attention is all on me, and he doesn’t seem to mind.
I push another finger inside of him as my hand slides between his legs and strokes his cock.
“You are just beautiful and sexy and the best thing in this entire world,” I say.
“I’m pretty sure you’re just smitten,” he replies, drawing away from me only to turn around and push me down onto my back.
Gabriel jerks at the button of my pants until he manages to pull them down, and I kick them the rest of the way off.
He undoes one button on my shirt before giving up and leaving that on while he swings his leg over my lap.
He quickly rubs lube down my cock before he lifts himself up and places my cock against his hole.
As he lowers himself onto me, he looks down and catches me watching him closely.
“I’ve been thinking,” he says with just the tip of my cock in his tight hole.
“Oh? Now is a time for thinking?” I ask.
“That you have been too much of a distraction.”
I grin at him then glance down at the position we’re in while surrounded by empty boxes. “No idea what you’re talking about.”
“And maybe I need to keep you away until I can complete what I want. I mean… look at this place.”
“So torture is your method? Alright, torture me,” I say. “You can do anything you want to me and I’ll love every minute of it because you’re fucking special to me.”
He just laughs as he sinks down on my cock, and it feels so fucking good to be buried inside him. Wrapping my hand around his neck, I pull him down and kiss him.
“I love you,” he murmurs. “And I happen to think that you’re pretty damn special yourself.”
Gabriel gives me one more soft kiss, then lifts up until it feels like he’s going to pull off of me before sinking back down on me.
I love watching him. I love seeing my cock disappear inside of him and the way his own cock is leaking precome.
He’s just so fucking beautiful and perfect and makes me feel so human.
I reach toward his cock, but he grabs my hand and slides his fingers between mine.
“I’m pleasuring you. Just lie back and enjoy it,” he says, stroking his own cock as he sinks down on me, and it feels so fucking good.
I bring his hand to my lips, kissing his hand and sucking on the tip of his finger while he watches me.
His pace quickens as he lifts and drops back down on my cock, enveloping me in pleasure.
I refuse to let his hand go, even when he leans down to kiss me and draws me up into a sit so he can keep kissing me while he rocks his hips.
His tongue brushes against mine, and my free hand wanders under his shirt and up his back.
I love him.
I love him so fucking much.
I would do anything for him.
How does he have so much control over me?
I’m getting close, and I can tell he is too from the way his head tucks into me and his hand tightens on his cock.
He moans as he sinks down and I kiss his neck before nipping it, as though I’m claiming him when I come inside of him.
Gabriel shudders before his come hits my disheveled shirt.
I pull him into me, kissing him and loving him and not wanting to let him go.
Finally, Gabriel pulls back with a grin before sliding off me. “You did quite a good job of distracting me. Let’s get cleaned up.”
“And then I’ll take you home and kiss you all over.”
“Or we could pack,” he says, tugging me behind him to the bathroom.
I scowl at the mess. “Sounds boring.”
“The issue is that I don’t have any clothes here for you to wear since all of my clothes have been taken to our house, and your shirt’s a mess.”
“I don’t need clothes.” I pull my shirt off and then work at tugging his off.
“My shirt isn’t dirty. Why must it come off?”
What a foolish question. “It looks dirty to me,” I reply as I save him from it and then kiss his shoulder and neck while he washes up.
“There’s no way we are packing naked,” he says. “We’ll get nothing done.”