7. Kayla
7
KAYLA
E yes darkening even more than before, he descends. “Fucking redheads,” he murmurs, then laps my pussy.
Desire surges inside of me, and I tilt my hips up as his tongue swirls up to my clit and around, giving me the pressure I need.
“Good boy,” I moan, shoving my hand into his silky hair and grabbing on. “ Such a good boy.”
He hums against my center and intensifies his efforts. In this moment, I can’t remember if anyone’s mouth has ever been this good. I don’t think so. Certainly no one has told me I needed them to eat my pussy. But now he has, and I don’t know if it was his mouth or his eyes or what, but it’s as though something in my very soul recognizes something in his, and is stretching to reach it.
Gabriel thrusts a finger inside, then two. “You taste so good, Kayla,” he says. “So fucking good. I want more of you. So much more. Give in to me.”
“Take it,” I say, writhing beneath him. “ Please. ” I’m desperate to give him what he wants and I never want the pleasure of his mouth to end. Another moan of ecstasy escapes me, and he looks up to meet my eyes.
“There you go,” he croons. “Don’t you want to come for me? I bet you do.”
A whimpered yes escapes my lips as he circles his tongue around my clit again, holding my gaze. He seems to know I want the show and has no problem giving it to me.
He lavishes me with his tongue, feasting on me as if I am the last meal he’ll receive. He wraps his free arm around my thigh and yanks it against his head, and I follow his meaning, clamping my other thigh to his ear.
“Perfect,” he mutters as he bears down.
Bliss. Absolute bliss. I give myself over, releasing the final shred of control I was holding onto, and fall into the abyss of pleasure his mouth is delivering. Sweet sparks of intensity begin to coil inside of me, and my hips swirl.
“There you go,” he says. “Fuck my face, Kayla. Fuck it good and hard.”
“My god, your mouth,” I moan, my body racing to the edge.
He hooks his fingers inside me and sucks my clit, and I explode, keening as I come, legs shaking, my inner muscles pulsing intensely against his fingers. I moan, the pleasure still ricocheting through my body.
He doesn’t stop, keeping his mouth against me as he takes me through the orgasm, easing up only when my body relaxes into the mattress. Slowly, he removes his hand and places a kiss on my pelvis.
I was right , I think almost deliriously. Merry Christmas to me .
He crawls up to cradle my head between his arms, settling his hips between my legs as his maple honey eyes study me. “You coming might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says.
I pull him closer, kissing him and forcing his lips open to taste myself on him. He groans, and put everything into the kiss, losing myself to the moment, the night. We’re existing in a bubble outside of normal time, and whatever this is, I plan to wring every bit of joy and pleasure out of it that I can.
Hooking my leg around his, I push up and sideways. He goes with me, turning us so that he’s on his back and I’m on top. I raise up, my pussy pressed against his cock through the velvet, and we let our eyes get their fill.
He’s still got the red velvet bow tie on, and it sends a shiver of thrill through me. The glow of the lamp outlines the side of his chest and abs, and even lying down, his muscles are defined. I run my palms over him as his hands, large and obviously talented, rest on my thighs.
“Gabriel.”
His gaze is hooded, sexy. “Kayla.”
“Tell me about yourself.”
He barks out a surprised laugh. “Really? Now?”
I wiggle my hips, feeling the length of him beneath me and delighting in the way his eyes heat at the motion. “Yes, really. Now.”
“Well, for one thing, I give good head.” He gives a smirk that promises untold amounts of debauchery.
I nod, still rubbing his chest and barely keeping myself from biting it. “You do. What else?”
He sighs, but it’s playful. “I’m an accountant. I played hockey until I got injured.”
“Professionally?”
“Definitely not. Growing up, and a little in college.”
That explains the body. “Continue,” I say, adjusting myself on him and feeling his cock jerk in response.
He groans. “Kayla.”
“We’re not done,” I promise him. “But first you need to answer the questions.”
Gritting his jaw, he says, “I plan on moving to Seattle soon.”
I swivel my hips, my interest piqued. “Seattle, Washington?”
He moans. “Yes and I swear if you don’t stop wiggling…” he cuts off, gripping my hips and tilting his head back and hissing.
I can’t stop myself from leaning over to lick his neck. I trace the velvet strap against his skin, then lick up to his ear and nibble. His hands grip my ass as I take his lips with mine, plunging my tongue into his mouth.
“Kayla,” he murmurs, sliding his hands to my ribcage and gently pushing my body up. “Give me those tits.”
I rise and suck in a gasp of pleasure as he takes a nipple into his mouth again, his dark lashes fanning over his cheeks as he closes his eyes. An empty ache swirls between my legs, and I reach down to give myself some relief.
Gabriel realizes what I’m doing and stops to watch. “Is that how you liked to be touched, Kayla?”
I nod.
He tries to take over, but I bat his hand away and shift my legs so they’re between his. “Later,” I promise. “Right now, I want your cock in my mouth.”
Eager to see what I’m working with, I make quick work of divesting him of the velvet shorts and he sighs in relief.
“Those aren’t comfortable,” he says on a chuckle. “Not even remotely breathable.”
I scrape my nails up his inner thighs as I turn my attention to the present between his legs. It’s thick and long, eagerly awaiting my lips. Without hesitation, I lick from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, swirling my tongue around the head and tasting the saltiness of the pre-cum already appearing.
“Fuck, Kayla,” he whispers above me.
I push my hair to the side and look up, and his eyes are dark as he watches me. Keeping my gaze locked on his, I lick all the way down and back up again, feeling his legs tense. Then I take him all the way into my mouth as he curses above me, sucking as I move back up again. Then I repeat.
“That feels so good, Kayla. Shit. Yes, just like that. Your mouth, yes, fuck. ” He keeps up an almost constant stream of praise and direction, and I love it. No one has ever been this open, this eager to both give and receive with me, and I’m drunk on the power of it.
“Do you want to come, Gabriel?” I keep licking him as I ask, taking his balls into my hand and squeezing gently.
“No,” he grits out. “Not if you’re going to let me fuck you.”
“Do you have a condom?”
“Several,” he responds, then hisses out another stream of curses as I nearly swallow his cock. “Holy shit ,” he grunts.
I pull back up and swirl my tongue around his head. “Something tells me you can recover pretty quickly, can’t you?”
He chokes out a moan. “Whatever you want, Kayla.”
“That’s a perfect answer,” I say, then take him to the back of my throat again. He groans and I do it again. “Come on, Gabriel. Come for me like the good boy that you are.”
“Mother fucker ,” he says, and then his whole body tenses for one second before he releases.
I take it all as his cock spasms in my mouth, and when he’s done, I swallow and sit up.
His face is resplendent as he looks at me. “Holy shit, I think I’m in love,” he says.
I laugh and pretend to dust off my shoulders. “Well, I, too, give good head.”
His expression darkens into pure sin before he flips us, pinning me on my back and nuzzling below my ear. “That you do,” he says, his voice deep. Then he bites my neck as he pushes his fingers into me.
I moan, twin sensations of pain and pleasure rippling through my body. “Harder,” I say.
He obeys, sending shockwaves through me. His thumb presses onto my clit as his fingers work me, and my hips lift off the mattress.
“Since I need to keep myself occupied for a few minutes,” he says, scraping his teeth down my neck to my breast, “I think I’ve got more work to do.” His teeth clamp around my nipple.
“Yes,” I say, my eyes rolling back in my head as I push my hands into his hair and yank tight.
He moans, telling me he likes it. He feels so good on top of me, the heat and weight of him, the confidence he exudes as he explores my body. He palms my pussy, gripping it hard as his mouth descends on mine, swallowing my moan as I rock my hips into his hand.
“Tell me, Kayla,” he says, his voice deep as his eyes pierce into me. “Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
I nod. I’m more than ready—I’m desperate, on the edge and needing his cock more than I need air. “Now,” I say.
He rolls off the bed to rifle through his duffel and reappears quickly, tossing condoms onto the bedside table and ripping a foil open with his teeth. “Don’t read anything into it,” he commands, probably seeing the question on my face of why so many condoms. “It’s just something I’ve always done. Over-prepared and all that.”
I grin. “I’m a fan of being prepared.”
He rolls the condom on and is back over me in a flash, spearing his hand into the hair at the nape of my neck and claiming my mouth in a ruthless kiss. He kisses me breathless, and when he rips his mouth away, irises blown, he commands, “Get up.”
He’s off the bed in an instant, and I follow. It’s the first time we’ve stood together, and I can see just how tall he is. “Against the glass,” he says. “I want to see the outline of your tits in the morning.”
I walk to the sliding glass door and move the curtain aside.
“No, Kayla,” he growls. “Like this.”
He yanks the curtain to the side and presses the front of my body against the glass. Instantly goosebumps race across my body, but I don’t know if it’s from the chill of the glass or the way his body feels pressed against mine.
“Spread those pretty legs,” he says, moving my hair to the side.
I do as he says, and I can see, just barely, our reflection in the glass. He’s probably half a head taller than me, and his gaze is downright wolfish as he catches my eye in the glass.
He reaches a hand between my legs and feels. “So wet,” he murmurs. “When was the last time you were fucked by someone in their twenties?”
I exhale, my breath fogging the glass. “It’s been a minute.”
He grins wickedly as he positions himself. “Good.” Then he thrusts.
“Oh my god,” I moan. I’m so full as his cock pulses inside of me, filling every bit of me and then some.
“There’s more, Kayla,” he says, pulling out and thrusting in again, going deeper this time.
A deep-throated groan comes out of me as my back bows, and I feel Gabriel’s hands grip my hips.
He pulls out and pushes in again, and again. His strokes are slow and languid, as though he has all night to fuck me. Given his youth, I bet he can do it, too.
“There you go, Kayla. Take my cock.”
I shiver at his words as he takes my hands and raises them above my head, gripping my wrists in one hand while pinching my nipple with the other. I gasp in pleasure, hardly knowing where to focus my attention.
Then he’s pulling out and flipping me around, lifting me up. My legs encircle his hips on instinct, and he plunges me down onto his cock.
“Oh god,” I grit out. “So good. Gabriel, so good.” It’s all I can say as he lifts me and lets me drop, swiveling his hips as I dig my heels into the skin above his ass for leverage.
“Tell me you like it,” he demands.
“Your cock is the best thing I’ve ever felt,” I say, the words falling past my lips as my head tips back, the top of my head banging against the glass with every thrust and push.
He steps back and turns us again, sitting on the bed and swinging his legs out so that I can ride him. I readjust myself to straddle his hips, then sink onto him.
“There you go,” he says. “Give me those tits.”
I lean forward into his outstretched hands, letting him hold me up as I ride.
“You’re so fucking tight and hot for me,” he says. “Taking my cock like it’s the best fucking thing you’ve ever had.”
Pleasure thrums through me as our bodies move together. “I’m almost there,” I pant.
He stops, and my eyes pop open. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“No way am I letting you come yet,” he says, a wicked smirk on his face. “We’re just getting started.”
I swivel my hips, but he holds me tight. I squeak in protest, and he lifts me off him.
Unable to decide if I hate him or love him for this, I can only go along with it.
“Lay down,” Gabriel says.
I do, and he settles beside me, propping his head in his hands. He trails a hand lazily around my breasts, then down to my stomach and further, dipping a finger into my center and bringing it up to circle my clit.
“You’re not playing fair,” I whine.
“Who said anything about fair?” he counters, dipping his head to kiss me while his hand plays with my pussy.
I reach for his cock, then scowl when I realize it’s sheathed. I wrap my hand around it anyway, unused to the feel but eager to put him through the same torture as me.
He chuckles darkly. “I can do this all night, sweetheart. In my twenties, remember?”
I grin. “You’re cocky.”
“I don’t hear you complaining.”
“I don’t know if I can take it,” I admit, my hips greedily chasing his fingers as if my very life depended on it. “I need it, Gabriel. I need your cock. Give it back. Please .”
He leans back, taking his hand with him. “I don’t know,” he teases. “Seems you don’t want it that bad.”
I growl. “Gabriel.”
He smiles playfully, but positions himself between my legs, his cock nudging at my entrance. “Are you sure? Because we could draw this ou?—”
I yank his mouth to mine and bite his lower lip.
“Ow!”
“Fuck. Me. Now , Gabriel,” I demand between clenched teeth.
“Oh, I like you,” he purrs, then surges into me with a groan. “God, you feel so fucking good, Kayla.”
My soul is on fire. Every bit of me is wide open, drinking in the feel of Gabriel’s body over mine, the way his arms cage my head, the feel of his cock thrusting so deep into me that I’ll never recover. He hikes my legs up over his shoulders and I am bent, utterly given over to him as he rams into me, over and over and over.
The orgasm slams into me like a truck, blaring through my body out of nowhere, and I call his name as it rips across me. Above me, Gabriel curses and slams into me one last time, stilling as his own release comes. For a moment, the only sound is that of us gasping for air and catching our breath. Slowly, Gabriel straightens and guides my legs to the mattress on either side of him.
He leans down and kisses me, the touch both sweet and possessive. Then he says, “Don’t move,” as he pulls out of me and walks to the ensuite bathroom to handle the condom.
I move, but only to turn the bedside lamp completely off. He returns in a flash, getting onto the bed and yanking my back to his front without asking if it’s okay. His arm drapes over my waist as his hand splays against my stomach. His lips trace my shoulder blade, sending shivers down my back.
“I hate to say this, but I took off the bowtie.”
I giggle. “It served its purpose.” I snuggle into him. I’m so warm and tired, and I can feel sleep tugging me down. Before I give in, I say, “Gabriel?”
“Hmm?”
“I live in Seattle.”