Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Molly
A re you mine? Am I yours?
Gabe’s voice is a plea and a prayer. His eyes are begging me to say yes, but the joke’s on him, because I came here to tell him all the things he wants to hear. I would have told him the second he opened the door if he hadn’t been wearing an unbuttoned tux shirt and I hadn’t been distracted by the need to get my hands on every inch of those rock hard, sculpted muscles.
But the time for teasing is over for now. He needs the words. He deserves the words. And I need to give them to him. I stare into his eyes, my stomach shimmering with anticipation not just for what’s going to happen tonight, but for the entire life that stretches in front of us. The one we get to spend together.
The emotion hits me, fast and furious. Because this is Gabe. My Gabe. And he’s about to be mine for real. Forever.
“Sweet boy,” I murmur. I take off his glasses and toss them on the dresser, then reach up to brush his dark curls off his face. I leave my hand on his cheek, and he leans into it, closing his eyes and turning his head to press a kiss to my palm.
When he opens his eyes, I see everything I feel reflected back at me. What a gift it is, I realize, to be seen so clearly. Loved so well and for so long. No one will ever love me like he does. And I love him back just the same. With my eyes on his, I give him the words.
“You’ve been mine since we were eighteen, and I’ve never been anything except for yours. I was yours even when you weren’t with me. Even when I didn’t know if you would ever be mine again. I could never make my heart belong to anyone else. All it wanted was you. All I’ve ever wanted was you. I love you, Gabe. Forever. The way it was always supposed to be.”
“Rory,” he manages, his voice raw and laced with emotion, his eyes covered in a sheen of tears. One escapes and tracks down his cheek and I catch it with my thumb, wiping it away. I can see he’s struggling, and my heart expands with love for him. Wrapping my arms back around his waist, I hold tight. I lay my head on his chest and listen to the gallop of his heart against my ear and smile when he wraps his arms around my shoulders. He kisses my temple and slides a hand up into my hair to hold my head against him. We stay like that for a while, and I think I have never been more content in my life.
Then Gabe pulls away, cupping my face again. His grin spreads across his face, and his eyes light up, and fuck content. Happiness this big should be illegal.
“I love you, Rory. Fuck, I love you so much. There hasn’t been a minute of the last fourteen years I haven’t loved you. I loved you even when I didn’t think I would ever have the chance to tell you again, and I hope you’re ready because I have a lot of I love yous to make up for. Like, ten years’ worth. I’m going to tell you so many times. I hope you’re ready because I’ll probably make it weird, but I don’t care because you’re mine for real, and I get to be yours forever.”
Gabe is still grinning, and I laugh at the joy and ridiculousness of it all. Because this moment right here? It is absolutely, perfectly us. The us of then. The us of now. Molly and Gabe. Gabe and Molly. The most perfect pairing.
We look at each other with twin grins, and then as if we are in mind meld, our grins vanish at the same time, the light energy replaced by something darker. Edgier. Gabe leans down to kiss me, but I hold my hand up, taking one step back. His expression is confused until he sees me reach for the side zipper of my dress. Then his gaze heats.
I grip the zipper tab between two fingers and slowly slide it down. Gabe’s eyes track the movement. When the zipper is opened all the way, I let the dress go and it falls straight to the floor in a pool of chiffon. Gabe’s sharp intake of breath and his muttered fuck is deeply satisfying.
I told myself I chose the pink strapless lace bustier with front hook closures and matching thong for me. But standing here as Gabe looks his fill, his pupils blown and his expression molten, huge bulge tenting his tux pants, I know I chose it for him. Because I wanted him to see it. To look at me exactly as he is. When his gaze meets mine, I have never felt more desired in my life.
I don’t wait for Gabe to come to me. This time, I go to him. I wind my arms around his neck and hop up, wrapping my legs around his waist and sealing my mouth to his. Gabe lets out a little grunt and grabs the back of my thighs, holding me tightly to him. He rocks his hips and settles his cock right against where I’m already hot and needy for him.
Our mouths move together in perfect sync, tongues dancing, dipping in and out to tease and taste. Without breaking the kiss, Gabe walks to a chair in the corner and sits down with me on top of him, straddling his waist. I grip his shoulders underneath his shirt and grind down over him, needing the friction. Needing him. All of him. Everything.
Gabe lets me work myself over him as he tears his mouth from mine, peppering kisses down my jaw and licking a wet stripe over my throat and across my collarbone. Nipping and licking and sucking until I am wild with want. Then he brings his hands up to my lace-covered breasts, rolling and pinching my nipples between his fingers and then dipping his head down to take one, then the other, into his mouth over the lace, flicking them with his tongue and sucking until they are hard, stiff peaks, and I drop my head back and moan at the ceiling.
“That’s right, Rory baby,” Gabe rasps. “Let me hear those moans. Let everyone hear you while you work that perfect pussy over my cock. I’m so fucking hard for you. Can you feel it? What you do to me?”
“Fuck, yes,” I gasp, as Gabe lifts his hips, his tip hitting my clit at the same time he sucks a lace-covered nipple back into his mouth. Sparks of pleasure race under my skin. I’m already so close.
“I know you need it. Fuck, I can already feel how wet you are. But you know me well enough to know I won’t let you come yet. Don’t you, Rory?”
Gabe lifts his head to look at me at the same time his hands grip my waist tightly, holding me in place. I try to rock my hips, but his grip is steel. I groan in frustration, and he just chuckles, leaning forward to kiss my neck. When he speaks, his voice is a rasp in my ear, and goosebumps race across my skin.
“Did you think because I love you, I would forget what a brat you were before? Questioning whether I wanted you? Whether I wanted to fuck you? You know better than that.”
Gabe lets out a little tsk and swats one of my ass cheeks, then rubs his hand over it to soothe the sting before gripping my hip again.
“I always want to fuck you. Every single part of you is mine. I’ll prove it to you, but you’ll have to wait awhile now.”
Arousal floods my core, and I know he feels it because he lets out a little chuckle into my ear. The way Gabe knows what I need and slips so seamlessly into the games we used to play has me both emotional and so wound up I might actually die.
My epitaph writes itself. Here lies Molly Jenkins: She died as she lived. Combusting from orgasm denial and Gabriel Sullivan’s filthy fucking mouth .
Gabe leans forward and slams his mouth to mine. The kiss is wet and dirty and full of red-hot want. He nips at my lip, and I hiss out a breath as he licks his tongue over the spot and sits back.
“Now.” His voice is authoritative and dripping with desire. It’s a heady combination that has me trying to rock on his lap again, thwarted by his iron grip. “You didn’t think I wanted to fuck you? I’ll show you just how badly I want to fuck you. You’re going to slide off my lap and get on your knees. Then you’re going to put my rock-hard dick in your bratty fucking mouth and suck it.”
Shit . My mouth waters with the need to taste him and I go to slide off his lap, but he holds me in place for another second. I see the question in his eyes. He wants to make sure that this is all okay with me, that I still want now what I wanted then. The way he asks without words, knowing I’ll know what he means, makes me want him more, if such a thing were even possible. I respond to him in exactly the way he would expect.
“Oh, no,” I drawl, grinning at him, leaning forward to kiss his neck this time, loving the taste of his skin, his pulse under my lips. “Please don’t make me put your amazing cock in my mouth. Don’t make me lick it and suck it and swallow it down until you’re moaning my name.”
He grins back at me and lets me slip to the floor, unbuttoning his pants and dragging his zipper down, before leaning back on the chair like a fucking king, his unbuttoned shirt showcasing his muscled chest and abs.
He is a motherfucking wet dream. And mine. All mine.
“Take me out, Rory baby. Get your mouth on me and show me what a greedy whore you are for my cock. Show me you know how badly I want you.”
I do exactly that. I tug his pants and boxer briefs down just enough to free his cock, and fucking hell. It’s just as big and perfect as I remember, and absolutely, completely mine. I lean forward and lick the bead of precum off his head, moaning a little as his taste explodes on my tongue. Then, without warning and with no hesitation, I dive onto his cock, swallowing him down until he hits the back of my throat. I gag a little, my throat constricting over his head.
Gabe lets out a string of unintelligible words and leans forward in the chair, gathering my hair in a ponytail and wrapping it around his fist. With his other hand, he cups the side of my face and keeps his eyes locked on mine as I bob my head up and down, gliding my tongue along the underside of his cock. He moans every time I notch my tongue into the groove just below his tip, and the need to touch myself, to relieve the ache between my legs, is overwhelming. The only thing stopping me from doing it is the knowledge that Gabe is a champion edger. As much as I like him to make me beg, I also need him to make me come with every single part of his body.
Like, immediately.
Sliding my mouth back down, I take him as far as I can before coming back up, grazing the underside of his dick with my teeth. I know exactly how Gabe will respond, and he doesn’t disappoint. In two seconds flat, he’s on his feet and pulling me to mine. He steps out of his pants that fall in a puddle at his feet, and lifts me into his arms, stalking to the bed. He drops me onto it and climbs over me on all fours, bracketing my face with his forearms. He dips his head, kissing me deeply.
“I fucking love your mouth on me. It’s better than I remember, and I remember quite a lot. I fucked my fist so many times over the last ten years thinking about your mouth, and I already can’t wait to feel it again. But I’m so fucking lucky to have you back in my bed and I’m not coming anywhere except inside of you tonight. Time to make you beg for my cum, Rory baby.”
I pulsate with need, my clit throbbing at his words as Gabe sits up on his knees, sweeping his gaze over me. He pushes his shirt off and throws it on the floor, leaving him in boxer briefs tugged down under his cock that bobs up, huge and hard and leaking onto his abs. It’s sexy as fuck. Everything about Gabe lights me on fire.
Gabe drops his hands to my lace bustier and slowly flicks the front hooks open, one by one. When he opens the last one, he pushes it off my chest and slides it out from underneath me, tossing it to the floor.
His heated gaze sweeps over me. “Fuck, you are so gorgeous,” he says, as he glides a hand down the valley between my breasts and over my stomach, tracing a finger just under the waistband of my underwear. Then he dips his head, circling his tongue over one nipple, then the other. When he lifts his head and rolls both between his fingers at the same time, I bow off the bed, a moan tearing from my throat.
“Let me hear you, Rory. Let me hear how much you love my mouth on you.”
As if I had a choice. Gabe’s mouth dips lower, kissing along my stomach. He hooks his hands in my thong and slowly peels it off and drops it to the floor. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, he pushes my legs apart and stares down at me.
“Look at you, so gorgeous and perfect for me. Spread those amazing legs wider. Let me see all of you.”
I do as he asks, dropping both my knees down to the bed, feeling my arousal drip out of me. I know Gabe sees it because he groans and slides two fingers through my soaked pussy, gathering my arousal and using it to circle my clit, making my legs shake and a whimper fall from my throat.
“You’re so needy for me, Rory. You want my mouth on you, baby?”
“Yes, please,” I moan out, lifting my hips, chasing his fingers as he continues to circle my clit with the perfect pressure.
He smirks at me. “You’re in luck. I didn’t eat tonight and I’m fucking starving.”
Gabe slides off the bed and onto his knees, grabbing my hips and yanking me closer to him. He dips his head and gives me a long lick, circling his tongue around my clit and gliding a finger over my entrance but not pushing inside. The light touch and the circles he’s making with his tongue are driving me wild, and I already feel an orgasm building.
My legs shake, and my pleasure builds to a fever pitch.
“I’m going to come—oh, my god, Gabe.”
“Then come, Rory. Now.” Gabe sucks my clit into his mouth and pushes a finger inside me, and I clench around him, coming hard and fast. Gabe groans against me, and the vibration on my clit has my orgasm rolling through me, wave after wave of pleasure pummeling my body. Gabe sticks with me through it, pumping his finger in and out of me and sweeping his tongue along my pussy, lapping up every bit of my release.
I’m just coming down when Gabe latches back onto my clit, sucking gently and adding a second finger. I’m so sensitive I try to scramble back, to get away from the onslaught of his mouth, but Gabe just chuckles against me, laying an arm over my hips to hold me in place.
“You taste so goddamn amazing, Rory. I’m not nearly done with you yet.”
I can’t respond. I can barely make sounds as Gabe continues his assault on my clit. He fucks his fingers in and out of me and pushes them so deep, curls them into that perfect spot. He sucks hard, and my hips fly up off the bed before Gabe tightens his arm to keep me in place, his tongue flicking my clit in the same rhythm as his fingers pumping in and out of me.
It’s too much. The pleasure. The sensation. The deep, desperate need.
“Fuck, Gabe,” I moan out, my head spinning. “I’m coming again.”
“I know, baby. I can feel it. Give it to me, Rory.”
Gabe grasps my thighs in both of his hands and lifts my lower body, holding me tightly against his mouth as he eats me like a man possessed. I explode, crying his name as I’m hit with wave after wave of deep, consuming pleasure. I’m exhausted. I’ve never felt so alive. No one but Gabe can make me feel this way.
When I finally come down and slide bonelessly into the mattress, Gabe stands, stripping off his boxer briefs and climbing over me, covering my body with his. I get a brief flash of a thigh tattoo I didn’t know he had and make a mental note to explore it later when my brain isn’t broken from back-to-back orgasms and the weight of a gorgeous man on top of me.
“You did so well, Rory baby,” he says, tracing his thumb down my face, leaning in and pressing his lips to mine, licking into my mouth and feeding me the remnants of my release. So filthy. So hot. “Giving me all your cum like that, letting me lick it all up. Now I want to give you mine. Can I come inside you, baby? Make you mine?”
I can hear the question without him having to ask it. My brain doesn’t rebel at the word mine . I don’t want to wish it away or pretend I don’t hear it. I want to grab onto it with both hands and hold it close. Make it true.
“I’m already yours, Gabe. Show me you’re mine. Come inside me. Please. I don’t want anything between us. I’m on birth control and I’ve never not used a condom. Except with you.”
Gabe leans down and kisses me slow and deep until my head spins and my breaths come in pants. He rocks his hips forward, sliding his hard cock against my pussy, coating himself in me, making me gasp into his mouth when his tip nudges my clit. When he breaks away, his face is serious, even as he continues to rock his cock against me.
“I haven’t gone bare with anyone except you either. Not that there were very many. No one could ever compare to you, so after a while I stopped trying. If I didn’t have you, I didn’t want anyone. You’re a part of me, Rory. You always have been. Even when I didn’t have you, you were still a part of me.”
I reach up and frame Gabe’s face with my hands. I think this is my favorite part of us. How Gabe can call me his dirty whore one minute and make me come twice in a row so hard I forget my name. And then the next he gives me the most beautiful words anyone has ever said. Love for him just spills out of me.
“No one compared to you either. Ever. Now, can you please get inside me and remind me what I’ve been missing all these years?”
“Anything for you, Rory. Eyes on me baby, okay? When I push this cock inside of you for the first time in ten years, you keep your eyes on me.”
As if I could look anywhere else. Gabe’s eyes are deep pools of blue, and his dark hair falls over his forehead. His face is a mask of restraint, concentration, and the deepest desire as he hooks an arm under one of my knees, spreading me wide. Then he notches his cock at my entrance and pushes inside of me slowly.
And it’s good. It’s so fucking good that my vision blurs, and this time, a tear slips down my face. Gabe leans down and kisses it away. Our moans mingle together, but it’s more than pleasure. More than the joining of bodies. It’s the joining of souls and a homecoming and two people who were never meant to be apart returning to each other.
“That’s my girl,” Gabe rasps, wrapping the leg he’s holding around his hip and resting his forearms on the bed by my head. “You’re taking me so fucking well, Rory. This tight little pussy was made for me.”
Gabe pulls out and rocks back in, rolling his hips against me and hitting my clit perfectly as he fills me back up, and we both groan. Needing to be closer, I reach up and grab his neck, pulling his head down to kiss him. It’s deep and desperate, and he fucks my mouth with his tongue the same way he fucks my pussy with his cock—with long steady strokes that have my body humming and another orgasm rising, fast and furious.
“I can feel you clenching around me,” Gabe murmurs against my mouth and his lower body pistons in and out of me. “So tight. So fucking good. You’re so close, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, wrapping my other leg around his waist and lifting my hips to meet him thrust for thrust. “You feel so good. So, so good, Gabe. Oh, my god.”
“I feel good because I’m all fucking yours. Now, come for me, Rory. I want all your orgasms. They belong to me. Give me what’s mine.”
Gabe latches his mouth onto my pulse and sucks while he pulls out almost to the tip and then slams back in. I go off like a rocket, crying out as my orgasm rolls through me and I see stars.
I’m not even done coming when Gabe slides an arm between me and the bed, rolling us over so I’m sprawled over him and he’s on his back, still buried inside me. He’s rock hard, and the look on his face when he gazes up at me is heat and desire and fucking reverence. I don’t know how I lived for ten years without seeing him look at me like this.
I was only living half a life.
“You are gorgeous up there, sitting on my cock. Ride me, baby. Fuck the cum right out of me.”
Gabe reaches up and covers my breasts with his hands, rolling and tweaking my nipples.
“You’re so deep,” I gasp, rolling my hips over him. “I forgot how big you are.”
“I’m the perfect size for you, Rory.”
He is. Everything about him is perfect for me.
While I rock over him, he pushes a hand up, wrapping it around my throat, squeezing gently. He drops his other hand to my apex, thumbing my clit while he fucks up into me, a moan ripping from my throat.
“I can’t,” I gasp out. “It’s too much. I can’t come again. There’s no way.”
Gabe’s hand tightens around my throat, and he rolls his thumb over my clit. I whimper. His eyes glint. “You can and you will. The Molly Jenkins I knew wasn’t a quitter. So, get those beautiful hips moving and Fuck. This. Cock.”
He punctuates each word with a punishing thrust from below and holy fucking shit. College Gabe was hot. But grown man Gabe? This Gabe? Pull the fucking fire alarm and douse me in ice water because I’m about to burn down the building.
I do exactly as he says. I lift up and slam back down, rolling my hips against him. The hand on my throat tightens just on the right side of discomfort, making my vision blur and heightening every sensation. His thumb on my clit never stops moving. Rolling, circling, teasing as I fuck him hard and fast, and he meets me thrust for thrust.
“You fuck me so well, Rory. I love you using me as your little fuck toy, taking what you need from me. I’m so close, Rory. So, fucking close. But you’re coming first, and when you do, I want you to scream my name.”
I can feel his dick get impossibly harder inside of me, and when he tightens his hand around my neck, I come without warning, my orgasm slamming into me as I do exactly what Gabe asks. I scream his name, and he answers with a long, low groan as his hot cum spills deep inside me. My hips lose their rhythm entirely as waves and waves of pleasure roll through me. Gabe anchors his hands on my waist, helping me move until he’s given me everything he has and my orgasm ebbs.
I’m about to collapse onto him when he pulls me off his cock and drags me up, sitting my pussy right on his face. I grab the headboard to keep from toppling over, and when Gabe swipes his tongue through my slit, the sound I make is barely human. He moans against me as he licks me clean, sucking his cum right out of me and into his mouth and dragging his tongue over my clit.
“Oh, my god. Fuck, I can’t. Gabe. I mean I really can’t. I’m done,” I moan, even as little licks of pleasure race up my spine.
“We’re done when I say we’re done, Rory baby.”
Gabe’s voice manages to be authoritative even though it’s muffled by my pussy, and I would laugh if my entire body wasn’t wound so tightly and aching for release for the fourth time? Fifth time? Who could say?
“And right now, we’re not fucking done.”
Gabe slides two fingers inside me, curling them against my front wall and latching onto my clit, sucking hard. I come one last time, the pleasure so intense it’s almost painful. I’m so spent I can barely even make a sound.
Gabe sticks with me until my tremors subside, then grabs my waist, sitting up as he pulls me down his body to rest in his lap. He wraps one arm around me and strokes my hair with the other hand.
“My girl,” he whispers. “Mine. You did so well, Rory. I’m so proud of you. I love you so fucking much. I can’t believe I get to have you like this again. No one in the world is luckier than I am.”
I drink up his words, let them warm me, too exhausted to respond. Gabe slides me off his lap to rest against the pillows and stands, whispering, “Be right back.”
He’s back in a flash, helping me sit up and lifting a cold bottle of water to my lips. “Drink, baby.”
I take a few sips and then lay down while Gabe sets the bottle on the nightstand. He climbs in next to me and drags the covers up over both of us. Then he wraps an arm around me, sliding me closer to him, holding me tightly, my back against his chest. I tuck myself even closer, burrowing into his warmth and covering his arm with mine, linking our fingers together.
“I love you,” I mumble.
“I love you, Rory. Always. It’s always been you, baby.”
With his words in my ear and his arms tight around me, I drop straight into sleep.