Chapter GABRIEL
GAbrIEL
On Monday, everything still feels slightly surreal to me: waking up together, swimming in his indoor pool, then attending morning meetings with Simon and later the directors. The normal routine, yet somehow not so normal…
I take part in all of it, standing off to the side while fully aware that I spent the entire night inside him, that we slept in what they call a Joining, connected to each other, me buried inside him to the base of my cock…
And now they’re all looking at him, the head of the company, the man every eye turns to, the one expected to lead, to keep everything running, to set the strategy for the entire firm…
I watch the way he makes decisions, how he lays out plans, how he manages people, and at the same time, I’m the only one who knows his orgasm face.
It’s a strange feeling, and I’m immersed in it the entire morning.
I had him. I took him. HIM. Blue Lowen. Incredible.
There are moments when he briefly pulls his attention away from his directors and glances at me. Those looks we exchange are quick as flashes of light, but they send a powerful rush of endorphins through me.
When we ride the elevator together with Simon, who keeps talking the whole time, I struggle to focus on anything except Blue.
I study his profile, those soft lips and the delicate lines of his face.
I catch myself staring, getting lost in him.
There are moments when I almost reach out, almost touch his cheek, but of course I stop myself.
Officially, I’m his bodyguard, and even though we are fated, I’m not sure when he’s going to tell people about me or if he wants to keep me a secret.
It’s not hard to imagine he would, since my existence would become an additional threat to him. People who want to hurt him could just kill me, and Blue would die too.
I guess everything just needs to calm down a little first, the initial shock fading away so we can properly talk it through.
I try to behave professionally, just like Blue, who, if I didn’t know what had happened, would seem completely unchanged, as if the experience hadn’t affected him in any meaningful way, although I have a clear read on him, that this isn’t true at all.
Beneath the surface layer where all the management and business matters take place, I can feel a cloud of emotions he refuses to let surface, a mix of tension and excitement.
There is also something close to… joy. Yes, I think I’m reading him correctly.
Blue seems happy, even if I can sense him constantly trying to rein it in, like he’s reasoning with himself, muting his own mood.
The Bond between us is tightening, and with it comes less space to hide from each other. I’m discovering more and more in him, seeing things with increasing clarity…
For example, there’s this strange area inside him, like an inner wall behind which he keeps part of himself hidden.
It reminds me of a fortress that separates an aspect of him, making it harder for him to experience things freely, carelessly, without holding himself back or constantly keeping himself in check.
But that doesn’t stop me from knocking on its gates from time to time.
And there are these brief moments when we step out of the elevator and Simon exits first, when I let myself brush his hand, and his fingers respond to my touch for a second, leaving me with that sweet sense of a shared secret, like in high school when you held your crush’s hand under the desk.
There are more of those small moments. When we’re riding in the limousine and Simon is busy typing something on his tablet, I slide my hand lightly along Blue’s thigh.
Blue turns toward me, his eyes locking onto mine for a moment, and I can feel it building in me, that desire to pull him closer, to wrap him up in my arms, to feel his lips part so eagerly under mine…
Like anyone, I know a bit about how True Mates function.
It’s common knowledge they have sex often and that their libido is much higher than average.
Am I already getting a taste of that? I was always horny in general and jerked off a lot, but now it’s directed toward Blue and I really have to force myself to calm down.
I’m curious how I will handle it in the long run, but the answer comes quicker than I hoped.
By the time lunch approaches, my arousal is becoming hard to ignore. Blue has a meeting scheduled with two contractors, people from Japan who came over to finalize some parts of the arrangements related to Beta Activation.
It’s getting extremally difficult for me to focus.
As lunch goes on, my eyes fixate on Blue almost obsessively, catching every detail of how he moves, the sure, precise motions of his hands, the way he tilts his head slightly when listening to his guests, his lips forming words, soft and pink.
I watch his slim arms move, the way his back slopes down toward his ass in a pleasing line.
Blue is always dressed in a fitted, elegant suit, usually in dove gray, dark navy, or ash tones.
By the end of lunch, it’s so hard to stay composed that I have to press my nails into my palm just to keep my expression neutral and stop myself from drooling.
Fortunately, Blue parts ways with the contractors for a while. They still have another meeting at DevApp, the company developing the application for their project.
During this brief break, Simon and I return with Blue to Blue’s skyscraper. Simon thankfully stays in the PAs’ room, while Blue and I step into his office. There, I immediately take advantage of the moment, grabbing him by the shoulders and turning him toward me…
Right away I find his parted, damp lips, pulling me in. I wrap an arm around him and lift him up so I can kiss him properly.
Our kisses are wild, I’m sure we’ll both end up with swollen, sore lips later, but I don’t care.
Blue, in his last flicker of awareness, blocks access to the room by swiping his card across the panel, and then I carry him toward his desk, that massive, imposing piece of furniture.
I sit him on it and start undoing his jacket and shirt with nervous, hurried movements, trying to get to his skin.
And it’s hot, almost burning. I bend him back so he lies against the surface, my mouth sliding down to his neck.
This time I allow myself something new, taking a slight risk.
I boldly latch onto the spot where his glands used to be.
To my surprise, Blue doesn’t protest or push me away.
I suck and nibble, leaving a deep hickey there.
I can even feel a faint sensation in my gums, like mating fangs wanting to emerge, but they don’t. Maybe my body senses that marking Blue right now wouldn’t make sense?
Then I pull his shirt open, exposing his nipples, slightly swollen and hard.
I take one into my mouth and Blue lets out a deep, pleased sound.
I’ve already noticed how much he likes being touched there, so I give it my full attention, and when he grows more impatient, his body tensing slightly, his thighs spreading, I grab him and turn him onto his stomach so he’s lying at the edge of the desk, giving me easy access to pull his pants down over his ass.
I’m pleased to find that he’s ready, his entrance swollen and open, the folds flushed pink and slick with fluid.
I lean over him, my head above his, and whisper into his ear, "Will you let me inside?"
"Of course," he answers, his voice breathless.
Without even looking down, I press my cock against his orifice. He’s hot and wet, and I start pushing in, fully aware it won’t take long. My arousal is so intense that the moment I sink into him… I come immediately, dammit.
But I already know that when I’m inside Blue, I don’t have to worry. As soon as my release fills him, I start moving again. I’ve heard a lot about hypersensitivity, but it doesn’t hit me.
So I just take a deeper breath and keep going, my hand sliding down to his hard cock and wrapping around it. Maybe two or three strokes pass before I feel him coming too, a warm stream spilling over my fingers.
"I want you so much," I whisper into his ear. "I spent the whole day wanting to join with you," I murmur.
Blue doesn’t answer, but when I’m buried in him like this, I know exactly what he feels and thinks.
It pleases him that I want him. Everything about this intense state is exciting, though he doesn’t fully admit it to himself, forcing his own joy to settle a bit, dialing down the emotional expressiveness.
But one thing is certain: even if he holds himself back emotionally, he definitely allows himself to experience pleasure. There’s no hesitation or resistance there, which is a solid foundation to build on.
So I rock into him, sinking in, sliding into that hot depth, sometimes pushing all the way in, feeling my cock press against his stomach from the inside, but Blue takes it all without a word of complaint, his breathing quick, his channel pulsing now and then in small orgasms typical for True Mates…
Suddenly Blue murmurs, "I have a meeting in ten minutes."
"I’ll be done in three," I reply breathlessly without stopping. Then I pick up the pace, driving deeper, hearing the wet sounds of his slick. And there’s a lot of it! Blue’s fingers are splayed against the desk. I cover them with my hand, and he threads his fingers through mine.
I’ve already noticed that Blue doesn’t say much during sex. He turns inward, but I don’t mind. I move faster, deeper. He keeps gasping, and I join that rhythm of sounds until it builds inside us…
A moment later we both come, the orgasm so strong that my vision whites out for a second, my cock throbbing as it releases wave after wave, and beneath the desk Blue spills onto the floor, leaving a noticeable cum puddle.
For a moment I catch my breath, taking deep breaths, pressing my cheek to his temple, our fingers still intertwined.
"I need this, I need you. How am I supposed to get through the whole day without touching you?" I whisper softly.
Blue lets out a quiet snort. "We can always step out for a moment… to the restroom together!"
I chuckle.
"That sounds like a great idea. I’ll remember that. But… what about germs? They’re everywhere in restrooms…"
Blue lets out a small chuckle too. "We’re True Mates. We can heal from restroom germs!"
Oh, wow. This sounds like a real change in him.
I straighten up slowly, pull a small pack of tissues from my pocket, something I grabbed on a strange impulse earlier today, and gently wipe his petaled entrance and his thighs where my cum is still running down.
Blue lets me do it in silence, but I don’t sense any displeasure from him, quite the opposite.
I lean in and pull his pants back up, fastening them at the front, and he slowly turns, looking at me.
His eyes shift over my face.
"The thing is, my life is very active, Gabriel. I’m constantly busy and things keep piling up, demanding my attention, but I’ll try to arrange everything so I can have more time for… us," he says, watching me keenly.
I stay quiet for a moment because it’s hard to find the right words, then I say softly, "Thank you. I appreciate it."
Blue lifts his hand and gently places it on my chest.
"You don’t have to thank me for something that brings me pleasure as well, Gabriel," he says in an amused tone.
Well, there’s absolutely no denying that we hit it off right from the start when it comes to sex. The chemistry between perfect mates is simply astonishing.
There’s a moment of silence. We look at each other.
Damn, it still feels almost unreal, like this is actually happening. That I’ve found my True Mate?
"You know… seriously, sometimes I think this has to be some kind of a joke on Fate’s part. Why would Fate choose me as your True Mate? It’s such an obvious mismatch."
Blue lowers his eyelids slightly.
"You’re overestimating the scale of that mismatch.
I’m a man who was slowly reaching his limit, you know?
I had days when I would just stand by the window, staring at the empty sky, and that emptiness would wear me down.
I felt burned out, discouraged, and going back to my laptop felt like a tedious routine… "
"Seriously? I didn’t know that. I thought you loved that sense of control, your successful career, the sterile space around you… that it satisfied you."
Blue snorts. "Satisfied…? To a point. But how much money can you earn, how many awards can you receive, how long can you sit alone in a house, enjoying luxury food and luxury surroundings? Maybe some people can do that indefinitely, who knows. But I’m a scientist. I don’t accept stagnation in my exploration of the world. "
Here it is again, he emphasizes it one more time. Our relationship is his next challenge to accomplish. It's almost like he is reminding himself, still keeping himself in line.
I’m tempted again to ask him if he could just forget about the whole ‘it’s time for a new tick on my box’ vibe. But one more time… I’m not bold enough to do it. And it would be too sappy.
So I just nod and accept what is.