CHAPTER SEVEN
TAYLOR
My alarm goes off and I slap at my nightstand to find my phone. Except it’s not my nightstand, and this isn’t my bed. It’s Gabe’s. Everything rushes back to me and the slight tenderness in my pussy tells me there was no forgetting this. Not that I would want to.
Gabe’s passion surprised me. My own intense desire for him surprised me, too. It had been a long time since I experienced that desperate, out-of-control need for a man.
The phone alarm continues to beep annoyingly. My searching hand finally connects with it and out of habit, I swipe the alarm off. There’s no time to spend mooning over the amazing sex or the sexy guy currently snoring like a chainsaw next to me. I need to get up and get ready for work.
Sneaking my hand under the sheets, I find Gabe’s ass, and give the muscular bun a grope before letting my palm fall down on it in a satisfying smack.
Gabe’s body jerks and he lets out a grumbly grunt before rolling slightly away from me.
“Nope, sorry buddy, but we got to move.” That’s his only warning before I grab the covers and yank them off.
It’s still dim outside, but it’s light enough for me to make out the hard lines of his body and wonder if maybe we have time for a quickie before he needs to drop me off at my house so I can shower and stagger into work more or less on time.
Blinking, Gabe groans and rolls onto his back. “Taylor?”
“Good thing you got the name right.” I poke at his shoulder. “Come on. I don’t know about you, but I have a job to get to.”
“Perks of being a manager, I can be late,” he says, closing his eyes.
“Next time when I have my car, you can go back to sleep.” I stop poking and move on to shaking. “Come on, up.”
Letting out a sigh, Gabe gets to his feet.
He’s obviously not a morning person. That’s a shame for him because I am.
Leaping out of the bed, I stride past him, planning to head downstairs and find all my clothes that we left in the dining room.
As I go by, Gabe reaches out and grabs me, hauling me close for a hug.
His hands drop to my bare ass and squeeze as his dick stirs against my stomach.
I wrap my arms around him and smile into his mat of chest hair. It’s not quite scratchy, but it’s also not soft either so I take care not to move my face around too much. I’ve heard of beard rash. What about chest hair rash?
His mouth ghosts a kiss over my hair. “Do you work on Sundays?” he asks quietly.
“No, only…” I trail off as realization hits me. “It’s Sunday,” I moan.
Chuckles rumble through his body as his strong arms tighten around me. “Yes, it is.” He pulls back and looks down at me with a grin and a sexy twinkle in his eyes. “Can we go back to bed?”
Feeling all kinds of embarrassment, I nod and let him lead me back to bed.
He curls his big body around me, pushing one of his hairy legs between my smooth thighs.
His erection presses into the cleft of my butt and a pulse starts low in my core, excitement making me wet.
I squirm against him and his hand slips from my stomach down to my pussy.
His fingers dip between my outer lips as he slowly strokes my slit.
I angle my arm, reaching between our bodies and take ahold of his cock, loving the velvety soft texture of his skin over the hard length. He’s a tall man and he has a cock to match, it’s not surprising that I was a little tender with the way we were going at it yesterday.
His fingers slip further inside me, rubbing my clit and teasing my entrance. The hand on his dick pauses as I eagerly tilt my hips, giving him more access to my pussy.
Gabe moans into my hair, his dick pumping into my hand, as he slides his fingers lower and presses them to my entrance.
I gasp when he slips two inside, the stretch sudden and feeling amazing.
I’m a selfish partner, my hand barely stroking his cock as he pumps his fingers inside me, his thumb circling around the needy nub of my clit.
“That’s it,” he croons, his breath warm on the side of my face as he pistons his cock in my weak grip, his fingers thrusting into me at a dizzying pace.
With a cry I come, the pulsating of my pussy as it squeezes his fingers sending pleasure soaring throughout me.
Gabe seems to get off on pleasuring me because warmth bathes my lower back and ass as he jets his release with only a guttural groan as my warning.
I release him and slide my arm back around to a more comfortable position.
He keeps his hand firmly between my legs, his thumb slowly moving over my clit as his fingers rock gently inside me.
Even after just climaxing, it feels good and it doesn’t take long before he has me squirming and arching as he adds a third finger and I’m deliciously full and yet wanting his cock.
Throwing caution to the wind, I beg him, “I need your dick, Gabe.”
Pulling his fingers from me, he rolls me onto my back and moves between my legs. His dark hair is a tangled mess and his blue eyes wild as he stares down at me. My lips part and it hits me that the man above me may well be the sexiest guy I’ve ever been with.
As his cockhead glides between my pussy lips, I trail my fingers over the solid muscles in his arm and the lean strength in his frame. With a thrust of his hips he enters me and all my attention goes to the place between my legs and the hard push of his cock as he fills me.
My legs rise up on either side of him as he sinks fully down, giving me every inch I can take and my body somehow making more room as he bumps against my cervix.
Last night was hot and fast and this morning is promising more of the same. Looming over me, Gabe’s eyes lock with mine as he slams into me again and again. The thick wooden headboard bangs against the wall with each fierce thrust of his hips, my body taking it and welcoming another.
I’m so wet from my earlier orgasms that he glides smoothly into me, and I gush around him.
My wetness turns me on as much as the man possessing my pussy and making it his.
I cling to him as he fucks me, my breath rushing out of as I race towards another shattering climax.
When it comes, I scream his name and smash my pelvis up into his, refusing to let his cock go as I ride out the waves of my release.
When it’s over, my body melts into the mattress, my pussy humming happily.
Gabe grabs my shoulders and I realize he was holding back before as he rapidly begins to thrust into me, taking me on another wild ride that has my toes curling and my back arching as he pounds into me, his movements so fast that it’s hard to tell if he’s withdrawing or advancing.
There’s no mistaking the warm heat that fills me as he comes nor the painful bliss that twists his features. He collapses onto me and for a moment his weight is suffocating before he rolls off and I can breathe again.
We lay together, catching our breath as our bodies cool down and I can’t help thinking I wouldn’t mind starting every morning or ending every day like this.
“I hope you’re hungry, because I’m starved,” Gabe says before getting out of bed and going over to a large six drawer dresser. He grabs gray cotton shorts and a black t-shirt out before tossing me the same.
Holding them up, I laugh. There’s no way these will fit me.
Still, I pull on the t-shirt and head to the bathroom before going downstairs to find my clothes and putting on my bra and jean shorts.
I like wearing his shirt even if it fits me like a dress.
There’s something more I like though. Him.
He’s so wrong for me, yet why the hell does this feel so right?