Chapter 30 Taylor
TAYLOR
Iblinked at him. Gabriel just called me stupid, which I felt like I should be offended about, but his eyes were full of so much obvious adoration that I couldn’t call up that emotion.
Instead, I broke out into a full-on belly laugh.
Gabriel stared at me for a minute, probably in as much shock as I was by this turn of events, but soon, he was laughing alongside me. My abs were sore, and we were falling into each other by the time I caught my breath. Each time one of us stopped, the other started back up.
It felt so good to do something other than cry.
“I can’t believe you called me stupid.” I swatted at his chest.
“I didn’t call you stupid. I called those thoughts of yours stupid,” Gabriel retorted, tapping on my forehead. “I’m not going anywhere. If you need to freak out, that’s fine, but you don’t need to do it alone.”
I’d always done everything alone. It had always been me against the world, no one to depend on, no one to let me down.
Could I really accept that after all this time, I didn’t have to survive on my own anymore?
I thought back to the ways Gabriel had shown up for me, brought me ice cream, delivered me snacks, and cradled me as I cried.
“Does that mean you forgive me?” I asked, daring.
“You really hurt me.”
“I know.”
“But yeah, I forgive you.”
My eyes darted back and forth between his, trying to catalog the feeling that was burning and expanding beneath my ribs.
Nope, my emotional limit for the day had been met hours ago. It felt as if my body had suddenly been hollowed out and was ready to collapse in on itself.
My gaze tracked down to his lips, and my skin pebbled with goose bumps.
“Are you cold?” Gabriel asked as he trailed his fingers down my arm. I shook my head, but he still pulled off his hoodie and handed it to me. “What do you need?”
“I need you to show me,” I whispered.
“Show you…?”
“That I’m not alone. I want to believe it.”
“Anything you need, always.”
He took my mouth in a kiss that would have knocked me over had I not been sitting down already. His lips were so soft against mine. When he pulled my lower lip in between his teeth, worrying it gently, I moaned and grabbed at him desperately.
I needed to feel him everywhere.
It took far too long to get Gabriel back into my bed.
As soon as we were there, I let him roll me onto my back. I spread my legs, inviting him between them, and he rolled his hips against mine in a way that made my back arch. The muscles in his arms bunched under my fingers as I squeezed his biceps and held on.
“Gabriel.” I gasped. “You said you’re vers, right?”
He smiled down at me, the bedroom light illuminating his hair with a heavenly glow. I grabbed his ass in my hands and pulled him closer.
He chuckled as he rolled his hips again, aligning our cocks together. “Yeah.”
“I need you inside me so bad. Fuck me, please.”
He leaned down to kiss me again, resting more of his weight on me. I felt so safe, completely surrounded by the heat of all those firm muscles.
“When was the last time you bottomed?”
I should have been more nervous, but I was sure that even if I were to fall off a cliff, Gabriel would catch me. I was teetering right on the edge.
“With a partner? It’s been”—I was panting now—“a long time.”
Gabriel nodded. Then, his hands and lips were everywhere at once.
I closed my eyes as he sucked the soft skin of my neck into his mouth, and his fingers played along my sides.
Gabriel licked down my pecs, pulling my nipples into his mouth one after the other.
I rutted my hard cock into his chest, desperate for more friction, but he lifted himself enough to put space between us.
I groaned in protest as he continued to kiss and lick down my stomach, paying attention to my belly button, the rainbow tattoo, and the line of my V.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he murmured, looking up at me with a smile that looked way too innocent for his position.
Then, he kissed the tip of my erection, flicking out his tongue along the slit, and I threw my head back with a groan.
I was lost in the sensation of his lips and tongue on my cock, barely noticing his fingertips trailing down to caress my balls and apply gentle pressure to my taint.
When a fingertip circled my hole, I lifted my feet up to the bed on either side of Gabriel’s shoulders, giving him more access.
It had been years since I’d been in this position.
I needed to trust my partner to be willing to bottom, and it hadn’t happened until now.
Today, getting Gabriel inside of me was the only thing I could think about.
When he moved away, I opened my eyes to protest, but he sat back on his heels and pointed at the nightstand drawer.
Ok, the man had a point.
I stretched out to grab the lube and tossed it lightly at him, along with a condom.
He popped the lid, coated his fingers, and brought his mouth back down to my cock.
I hissed at the cool lube against my hole, but it warmed under Gabriel’s ministrations.
He teased my rim, his touches winding me up so much that when his first finger finally breached me, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Gabriel was excruciatingly slow at first, pushing one finger all the way in, then pulling out with a slow drag.
Then, two.
Then, three.
I lost all track of time as he slowly stretched me open. Finally, he bent his fingers just so, stroking against my prostate, and I bit my lip and moaned. Now I knew what he must have felt like when I tormented him like this. And it was torture.
Before long, I was pushing back on his fingers, trying to fuck myself harder, but he held my body down with his free hand even as I writhed back and forth. My cock up into his mouth, then my ass down on his fingers.
“Damn it, Gabriel, I’m ready. I need to feel you.”
He tore the condom packet and rolled it down his cock before flipping onto his back and pulling me to straddle him. “Ride me, baby. Show me what you like.”
I shuddered as I lifted myself, and he used his hand to position himself under me.
As I felt myself stretching with the head of his cock, I exhaled a long breath and pressed down.
I couldn’t look away from Gabriel’s face as I lowered onto him, his jaw hanging open and his eyelids scrunched closed as if he was overwhelmed by the sensation.
He was so beautiful. I remember thinking on that first day that he was the most beautiful man I’d seen, and that was before I thought I’d see him like this, wanton and full of desire. Before I knew what made him smile. Before he called me stupid and made me laugh.
Now he was stretched out beneath me, muscles taught and curls fanning over my pillow. And I was entranced.
Finally, my ass was seated against his groin.
He was fully inside me. I rocked my hips slowly, testing the movement, letting myself adjust to the stretch.
His eyes slid open before his hand shot up to the back of my neck, pulling me down to kiss him.
We made out lazily, in no hurry to move things forward.
I wanted to stay in this moment, so connected to him that I might burst, forever.
“Taylor, I…” Gabriel tightened his fingers around my hips.
I kissed him once more because even though I thought I knew where this was going, it didn’t mean I was ready to hear it.
Leaning back to get better leverage, I lifted up and dropped back down.
Slowly at first, testing the pressure, angle, and speed.
Riding a man was not like riding a bicycle, it turned out, and in so many ways, this felt like the first time.
Everything felt new and strange, but in the best way.
Once I got the variables dialed in just right, it was perfect.
I moved faster and harder, tilting my hips so his cock rubbed against that perfect spot inside me every time.
Finally, Gabriel started to match my thrusts, and I knew it wouldn’t be long until I couldn’t keep from coming.
My orgasm was building like a warm heat at the base of my spine, the pressure pulling me right to the edge.
I gasped, barely coherent. “Oh my god. Gabriel, fuck.”
“Touch yourself, baby. Cover me in your cum.”
Gabriel’s words dragged me over the cliff, and I grabbed my cock, stroking furiously, groaning as he thrust up into me until I shot my release across his chest. I barely had time to lift out of the orgasm fog.
My eyes were still closed, my head hanging forward, and Gabriel locked my hips between his hands, thrusting frantically.
“You feel so good,” he said through gritted teeth.
I brought my fingers up to his nipple rings and tugged.
My prostate felt sensitive and tender, almost more than I could take, but soon, he was spilling into the condom with a shout. I huffed out a breath as we both collapsed, but I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed like I’d never let him go. I never wanted to let him go.
“Angel, that was incredible,” I whispered into his hair. “You’re incredible.”
He moaned, clearly unable to form words, and slipped out of me to dispose of the condom onto the floor.
I’d feel gross about it later, but at the moment, I didn’t want him out of reach.
Gabriel slid off to one side, staying tucked under my arm.
His fingers trailed up my thigh and down between my legs, softly massaging my hole.
The touch was so tender it made my eyes mist.
“I want us to get tested,” he murmured as he slid one finger gently inside me again, continuing his massage.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I’m not going to lie. Imagining pushing my cum back inside you right now has got me almost ready to go again.”
He was right; it did sound hot. My cock twitched against my stomach, and he chuckled.
“I’m on PrEP, but it would be better if we both got tested too.” Gabriel pressed his hips against my thigh, and I could feel him half-hard against me.
“Ok,” I said, but he continued as if he hadn’t heard me.
“I know my topping probably isn’t going to be a regular thing, which is fine. But I don’t want that barrier anymore. I’d love feeling you cum inside me with nothing between us, too. I’ve never wanted that with anyone before.”
Gabriel was cute when he was all nervous and rambling.
“Angel, it’s ok. I’m saying yes. I want that, too.”
“You do?” He tilted his head up from where it was resting on my chest, those damn hazel eyes so open and loving.
“Yeah, I do,” I tilted his chin up and kissed him.
I was so fucking scared, but I was tired of running. Gabriel kept catching me, and this time, I would let him.