Chapter Seven #2
Gabe kicks open the door, carrying me to his bed and tossing me onto it like a ragdoll with my pants around my ankles and Converse still on my feet.
When I prop myself up on my elbows, the vision in front of me takes my breath away. Gabe has rid himself of his tank top, his heaving chest lightly dusted with chestnut strands that I want to drag my cheek across, and his steel gaze focused on my naked body.
Leaning down, he removes the rest of my clothing, running his hands up my thighs until they land on my hipbones in a viselike grip. Without warning, I’m flipped over onto my stomach, and he begins kneading the curves of my ass.
“You have an incredible ass, Ender. It should be criminal to do what I’m about to do to it.” Gabe gives a sinister chuckle, then his hands disappear from my body. The loss of his touch almost brings tears to my eyes.
The sound of a drawer opening behind me somewhere has me relaxing, facing to the side on the bed with my hands clasped together beneath my cheek, waiting patiently for him to return.
Music fills the room just before Gabe places lube and a pack of condoms on the bed next to me, the bed dipping beside my legs as he straddles me.
The heat of his naked body slowly moves up mine as he covers me, his bare cock resting between my ass cheeks.
I’m not sure what I’m feeling between us, but there’s something hard and slightly cold against my ass.
“Gabe, are you wearing a cock ring?”
“Would it matter if I was?” I forget all about his deflection when he gives a shallow thrust and his fingers thread through mine, pulling them from under my face and spreading them wide in front of me across the bed.
“This is where they belong for now,” Gabe whispers in my ear, nuzzling into the crook of my neck before peppering my shoulder blades with his soft lips, his hips rotating, grinding into me from behind.
I’ve missed this so damn much. Cuddling on the couch while watching a movie with your best friends has nothing on what Gabe has me feeling right now.
I’m in pure bliss as the chemistry between us ignites, flames burning deep into my core and lighting up all the parts of me I didn’t even realize were neglected from years of keeping people at arm’s length.
I feel his hands exploring all over the parts of my body that his massive frame doesn’t envelop, one sliding under me to gently stroke my throbbing cock.
“Where’d you go?” Gabe’s nose nudges my neck, then his lips brush against my cheek, bringing me back to the present. I didn’t realize I’d disappeared into the cocoon of pleasure his body had built around me.
He rises above me when I begin to roll over onto my back, at the same time assuring him, “I’m here.” Being careful not to hurt him, I spread my legs for him to settle between. “But I think you made me a couple of promises that you haven’t fulfilled yet.”
Throwing the challenge at him is like pouring gasoline into a bonfire. His gaze turns from affectionate to downright lethal as he retreats to lean back on his heels, resting his hands on my thighs.
“Fuck you like I mean it. I remember. No need to worry—when I’m done with you, there won’t be any doubt in your mind how committed I am, Ender.” Gabe’s wolfish grin tells me all I need to know.
Before I can respond, his palms find the backs of my knees, pushing them to my chest and spreading them wide. His breath ghosts across my hole, and then he’s devouring it, sucking and biting and invading until the wet heat of his tongue breaches my ass.
“Holy shit,” I gasp. “You’re really good at that…
Like deserve-an-award type of good.” Gabe laughs as best as he can with his tongue preoccupied.
My hands find the golden strands of his hair, entwining my fingers through them to hold him firmly against me as his lips replace his tongue and he begins to suck my hole harder.
The pleasure is so blinding, the act so sinfully hot, that I don’t know whether to lie back and let him continue or get up and fill him with my cock like I wanted to this morning.
Gabe’s tongue continues to lick a path from my hole, firmly over my taint, leading up to my balls.
Then he’s engulfing my right one in his mouth, where his tongue joins his lips, firmly massaging it.
Feeling his hand clasping one of mine and placing it behind my knee, I follow his lead and grab the other.
The faint click of a bottle cap registers just before cold, gel-covered fingers glide through my crease.
Pressure on my opening alerts me only seconds before his thumb breaks through the ring of muscle, slowly pumping inside me.
“Fuck…don’t stop…please.”
When he takes my other ball into his mouth, I choke on a breath throwing my head back as my back arches involuntarily, hands grabbing desperately at the sheets.
I forgot how intense it can be having one of your balls in someone's mouth.
The mild fear of a scrape of their teeth combines with a desperate need to come, until it's like balancing on the edge of a precipice.
Synapses fire back-to-back through my nervous system, rapidly morphing into euphoria, until every inch of my flesh and bones screams with excitement, pleasure, and gratitude.
If my body spontaneously combusted here and now, I’d die perfectly satisfied with the source of my demise.