Chapter 17 Gabriel
GAbrIEL
Ididn’t specify or particularly care which home Taylor was taking me to. Both our places had beds, which were the essential ingredient. The last twenty-four hours had been too much, between Taylor’s sickness and this drama with my family. I was emotionally raw.
All I wanted was to escape into familiar territory—a fun, playful, naked territory.
When we pulled up in front of my place, my whole body went limp with relief.
Taylor took my hand and followed me up to my door.
As soon as we were inside and we’d both taken off our shoes, I jumped into his arms. He grunted in surprise as he caught me around my waist, and my legs wrapped around his hips.
He turned and pressed me into the wall. My arms went around his neck and pulled his face to mine.
Thankfully, once Taylor got on the same page, he seemed to be all in.
I moaned as his tongue parted my lips and thrust against mine. This was exactly what I needed. Every nerve ending in my body was alive. Taylor was like fire against me, and I went willingly into the flames.
When Taylor started kissing down my neck, I tilted my head and caught sight of us in the rattan mirror near my entryway.
My hair was definitely not street-worthy in its current state, but I was quickly distracted by how hot we were together.
Taylor’s ass looked so good in those jeans as he rutted up against me, and I moaned at the way the muscles in his back and arms bunched as he supported my weight.
“We’re wearing too many clothes,” Taylor finally said between panting breaths.
No need to tell me twice. I slid down his body and pushed him into my bedroom, going straight to my nightstand and throwing the lube and a condom onto the mattress before ripping off my shirt.
Taylor arched his brow, and I laughed. He may have been smirking, but that adorable blush was giving him away.
He reached behind his head to pull his shirt off, too. “Tell me what you want, angel.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I said, my hands dropping to undo my pants.
His eyes darkened as I slowly pulled down my jeans and briefs together.
My cock was already rock hard against my abs as I fell backward onto the bed.
Hands behind my thighs, I lifted my legs and held them open, and I knew Taylor was getting a hell of a view.
He was naked and on top of me almost immediately.
Up until this point, it had felt like something was holding Taylor back in our physical relationship.
We’d made each other come countless times in the last few weeks, but it was always with our hands or mouths.
Not that I was complaining. Taylor’s mouth was perfection as he licked down my neck, flicked my nipple ring with his tongue, and covered my stomach with open-mouthed kisses.
But there seemed to be a line drawn in the sand, and I wasn’t sure what it would take to pull us over it.
“Taylor,” I gasped. I arched my back up off the bed when his mouth grazed against the tip of my cock, his tongue swirling around the head. “What are you waiting for?”
He chuckled, his breath teasing the inside of my thigh, and held a hand up.
I practically threw the bottle of lube at him.
The click of the lid and the slick sounds of him warming the lube in his hands had my muscles clenching and relaxing like a Pavlovian response.
He sat back on his heels between my legs, and the look on his face as his eyes slid over my body made me hold my breath in anticipation.
“I can’t believe you’re real,” he said in a hushed voice.
I wriggled on the bed, trying to get closer to him. “Touch me, baby. I promise I’m real.”
His hair was already wild, and his freckles looked like stars under the blue skies of his eyes.
“You took such good care of me.” He bent over to kiss my chest. “Now I’m going to take care of you.”
I squeezed my eyes shut against the flood of emotions he whipped up inside of me. Sex had never been like this before.
Finally, he grabbed the base of my erection with his slick hand and stroked, drawing a moan from me. Then I felt two fingers making gentle circles around my hole. I turned to liquid under his touch, and there was no way I was holding back the gasp of relief when he pressed inside me at last.
“You don’t need to be precious with me, Tay.” I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “I fuck with dildos bigger than you.”
I attempted to push myself onto his fingers harder and faster, but he arched an eyebrow and held my hips down. This sweet, romantic shit was a lot, and I felt exposed. A part of me wanted to roll over so he could rail me hard from behind, and I didn’t have to look into his eyes.
“I don’t care.” Taylor pressed his fingers against my prostate. The corners of his mouth tilted up. “I’m going to be precious if I want to. At least this first time.”
I was a pile of moans, grunts, and pleas for more as he worked in a third finger. His eyes were glued to my face, reading my expressions and reactions until his hands left me. I was close to sobbing in frustration until I heard the tear of the condom packet.
I pushed myself up on my elbows so I could watch him roll the rubber down his cock.
He braced himself on one arm by my head as he lined himself up.
I felt the pressure and warmth of him against my hole, and I relaxed with a deep exhale.
I wanted this more than I’d wanted anything before.
His eyes searched mine, looking for who knows what.
He must have found it because the next moment, he pressed into me. I inhaled sharply as the head of his cock breached the ring of muscle.
Taylor’s jaw tightened. “God, Gabriel, how do you feel so good?”
It was impossible to breathe until he was fully inside me, his hips flush with my ass. He leaned over me, panting, and I soaked up how good it felt to have a man’s weight on top of me.
Not just any man, though—it was Taylor. Inside me and over me and everywhere that mattered. I wrapped my arms around his waist and lifted my head to kiss him. It was a sloppy, perfect kiss.
“I need you to move,” I said as I writhed underneath him. “I’m going to lose my mind if you don’t.”
Taylor nodded and shifted up onto his elbows to pull his hips back. He adjusted his angle slightly, thrusting back in, and I lost my goddamn mind anyway.
I loved the side of Taylor I got to see during sex. When I first met him, it was like I was seeing this veneer—not a mask exactly, more like the full picture of him through a fog. He was quiet, blushing, and shy. Here, in the private moments no one else got to see, Taylor was a man unleashed.
He was always the one giving to others, but in bed together, he took what he needed. I’d let him take anything he wanted.
“Gabriel, fuck.” Taylor grunted as I dragged my nails along his back.
His thrusts started slow and steady, but soon, he pushed my legs back toward my chest with his arms behind my knees, and he was taking me hard.
I soaked in the way the cords of his neck strained, the way his eyes alternated between squeezing shut in pleasure and searching mine like they held the answers to the universe.
It was too much.
“Stop, stop,” I breathed, and Taylor pulled back, his eyes filled with concern.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked.
“No, I just wanted to get more comfortable.” I gave him a cheeky grin before flipping to my hands and knees.
“You’re not going to hear me complain.” Taylor swatted my ass, spreading my cheeks with his hands and sliding back inside me.
This was better. This was safe. Pressure built at the base of my spine, spreading like a wave from my prostate, and I reached down to jerk myself off.
Taylor filled all my senses as my orgasm overwhelmed me: the feel of his weight, the smell of his vanilla body wash, the taste of his sweat, and the sound of his groans as he sped up his thrusts.
Before I could recover, he’d flipped me onto my back again, shoving back inside me as he came.
His face reminded me of a time-lapse video I’d watched recently of a flower blooming.
There’s all this anticipation, the plant twisting in the sun with its green leaves and little buds.
The petals burst open, and all at once, it’s more stunning than you could have imagined.
Even in slow motion, it happens quickly.
Coming underneath Taylor was like a whole field of wildflowers blooming at once.
A superbloom.
It was hard to believe I’d found anything beautiful before seeing this.
I grunted when Taylor collapsed onto my chest, and I felt our hearts racing in sync. He nuzzled his face into my neck.
“Let me go get a washcloth,” he said. “I’ll be right back, I promise.”
He pressed himself up and brushed a few of my curls back from where they’d stuck to my forehead. My eyelids were heavy. I could hear Taylor shuffling around my apartment and the sink running in the bathroom before I felt his weight back on the bed. I cracked one eye as he wiped me down softly.
“Hi,” he said with a gentle smile.
“Hi,” I said back.
The post-orgasm haze wrapped around us like a cloak as I opened my arms and pulled him to my chest. He tucked his head onto my shoulder and threw a leg over my thighs.
His hand mindlessly toyed with my nipple ring as our heartbeats slowed.
Nothing could be better than this. I kissed the top of his head, and as his breathing turned to soft snores.
My phone vibrated from the nightstand. Taylor must have plugged it in while he was up getting the towel. I ignored it at first, not wanting to ruin the bubble Taylor and I had made for ourselves. After a few more texts came through in quick succession, I changed my mind.
I was surprised to find the messages were from Oscar.
Oscar
Dude, your mom was flipping out after you left. What an exit.
I like Taylor. Keep him around.
Seeing the way he stood up for you made me realize I should have had your back more when your parents laid into you, especially when it was about me.
I’m sorry, man.
While I was mostly terrified to hear about what had gone down with my parents after we bailed, it meant a lot to hear from my cousin. I knew he didn’t buy into all the competitive shit my parents were always saying. He was my best friend, but it still stung when he kept silent.
Gabriel
You were a kid, too.
Oscar
But we haven’t been kids for a long time. I’ve had lots of chances. I’ll do better.
I’m sure Mamá will be giving me the silent treatment in protest, so I don’t think I’ll have to hear anything about it for a while anyway.
Oh, she was pissed. But your dad was not having it. He actually dragged her into the house so she would stop making a scene in front of all the neighbors. I’ve never seen him lose his cool like that.
Huh. That was surprising, but it didn’t undo a lifetime of his going along with her drama. I wasn’t holding my breath for a big declaration or apology from either of my parents. The reality was that eventually, I’d be back over there helping them like I always did, because I loved them.
Taylor shifted slightly, and I remembered that what had changed was that I had this incredible man by my side. Maybe I’d refuse to go home without him.
Yup, that was the perfect solution. Keep Taylor forever and drag him to all my family obligations like a bodyguard. Ha. There was no way he’d sign on for that, right?
I silenced my phone and slid it back onto the charger. Waves of emotions, both bad and good, had been frothing inside of me, and they crashed into the back of my eyelids as I drifted into sleep, protected and safe under Taylor’s reassuring weight.
I could deal with all the rest of it tomorrow.