25. Gabriel
TWENTY-FIVE
I”m humminga popular song in the kitchen as I prepare a charcuterie board. Something about watermelon sugar, a tune I heard in a club a while back, not the sort of thing I usually like.
Humming.
Me.
That”s how fucking incredible I feel after my night with Riley. Every muscle in my body feels relaxed and loose, as if I”ve been worked over by my masseuse. The orgasm I had with her was out-of-this-world, absolutely mind-blowingly intense.
I”m eager to get back upstairs for round two but I”m also starving, and I”m sure she is, too. Neither of us ate a bite at that party.
I hear footsteps. Thank Christ I”m wearing boxer shorts. I look up just as I”m arranging two small wedges of brie on the fancy wooden board between a row of fig-and-rosemary crackers and tufts of prosciutto sliced paper-thin. This spread would easily be more than a hundred dollars in a restaurant, but since I like to snack, I always keep the ingredients on hand.
Normally I eat alone, never at night, always while reading. Tonight”s different, though.
”Oh, sir, I didn”t know you were here. I saw the kitchen light from my place and came to investigate.” It”s Cassie, in striped blue pajamas. She, along with Andre, have apartments here on my property. She stifles a yawn. ”Do you need help?”
Her gaze falls to the food I”m arranging. There are already six kinds of cheese, crackers, mounds of cold cuts, and grapes. Cassie looks a little shocked, probably because she never sees me in the kitchen, and certainly hasn”t witnessed me arranging a platter like this, at this hour. A freshly opened bottle of wine and two glasses await nearby on a tray.
”I think I”ve got all I need. But thanks.” I shoot her a sheepish grin.
”That”s a lot of food for just you.” Cassie goes to the fridge and takes out a bottle of sparkling water. ”And usually, you fast at night.”
Like Andre, she”s worked for me for years, and knows me too well. Other than my family, they”re the only two people I truly trust.
”It”s not just for me. Riley”s upstairs.”
”I see.” The corners of her eyes crinkle into a smile. ”I like her, Gabriel.”
I wipe my hands on a towel and carefully set the charcuterie board on the tray. ”I do, too.”
More than I probably should.
”Wait. You”re missing a key ingredient. Here.” She opens a drawer and takes out a stack of cocktail napkins, then sets them on the tray.”
”Thanks. Appreciate it.” I grab the tray and am about to head upstairs.
”Sir?” Cassie shoves her glasses up her nose.
”Yeah?”
”Be careful, please. I can tell you”re acting differently with this woman. How well do you know her?”
I let out a chuckle. ”Don”t you worry, Cass. Everything”s under control.”
On my way upstairs, I wonder if it is, though. Cassie”s about ten years older than me, and was initially employed as a secretary by my grandfather. She knows my past, my history. She knows that when I was younger, I”d fall hard and fast for girls. I was a typical guy.
Then I wised up, and haven”t been truly enamored with anyone in more than a decade.
But Riley”s different, I think. The fact that Cassie can spot this should be alarming to me. Should be a red flag. Should be the detail that makes me pump the brakes, maybe even send her home.
But all I want is to kiss her more, fuck her again, sleep with her in my arms.
Feed her my expensive, gourmet food, and hope to Christ I”m impressing her with it all.
Still, Cassie”s question is valid. Just hours ago I was worried that Riley was connected with the Irish mob. That”s still a small possibility, I guess, but there”s no way she could fake what happened between us in the bedroom.
No, her reaction to me was far too genuine, way too raw. I”ve been with enough women to know the difference. Or maybe I”m just enchanted by her, and I”m in the wrong.
What”s the worst that can happen, though? I can cut her off at any time. Stop this in an instant. Ghost her, or worse, if needed.
I stride into the room with the tray. Riley”s lying in bed with her eyes closed. The sheet is pulled up over her lush body, and her beautiful blonde hair is everywhere on my pillow. She looks like a fallen angel, one who ended up in a dark pit of hell here in my bedroom.
My heart picks up speed. Inappropriate thoughts fly through my mind, everything ranging from how I”d like to drop this tray of food and wine and fuck her again, to how I might never let her leave.
She”s not my captive, though, even though I”ve treated her like one. This makes me feel like a villain, but I”m not that. No, I”m just a man who wants to bring her food in bed and listen to her beautiful laugh and fuck until there”s nothing left but us.
Her eyes flicker open, and she stares at me, then at the food. ”Hey. I drifted off. Wow, look at that food,” she says softly, stretching so a corner of the sheet exposes her right breast. I notice her dusky nipples, suddenly taut from the cool air and the weight of my stare.
I want to suck on it, to tease it again with my tongue. She grins and covers up.
”You”re suddenly shy?” I tease while pouring wine into the glasses.
She lifts a shoulder. ”It just seems, I dunno. Different now.”
I hand her a glass of wine and touch my glass to hers. ”Different, how?”
She takes a sip and her brows pinch together as she swallows. ”This is all so, ah, weird.”
I chuckle. ”That it is. But should we question it?”
I want to ask more questions, but instead, I pop a small round slice of brie on one of the fig-and-rosemary crackers, and feed it to her.
She lets out a moan. ”Good God, that”s incredible. It”s like an orgasm in my mouth.”
I crack up.
”What?” she says, leaning over to arrange another cracker with cheese. ”See, I”m not even worried about my boobs hanging out. That”s how good these are. I need more.”
”Had I known this was the key to get you naked, I would”ve just fed you crackers and cheese way earlier.”
She lifts her eyebrow saucily. ”Now you know.”
We snack in near-silence for a few minutes, with her moaning and commenting on how delicious everything is.
”Even the wine”s excellent, and I normally don”t like red wine,” she says.
”Stick with me and you”ll enjoy a lot of things.” I”m serious, but I can tell she”s joking.
I feed her a grape, and then another, and when she takes the fruit between her pretty lips and stares at me, that”s when I can”t handle this any more.
The way her eyes light up makes me want to feed her part of me. I”m hungry for her. Again.
I pull off another grape, and place it in my mouth, then kiss her lips, my breath mingling with hers. She opens for me, and I slip the fruit into her mouth, as well as my tongue. She grins, chews and swallows, then shifts into my lap. Our kissing becomes urgent, hungry, and intense. I”m shocked by how fast I want her again, at how my dick”s already standing at attention, tenting the boxers.
She”s still naked, straddling me, and it”s as if her luscious curves are made for my hands. I ease her back on the bed and lean to the nightstand, scooping a finger of honey, then drizzling it over her nipples.
She squeals a laugh. ”Gabriel, it will be sticky, with the sheets and...ohhhh.”
Her words end in a long, satisfied sigh as I lap up the honey, then suck and nibble on her breast.
Sitting up again, I ease off the bed and take a last sip of wine.
Riley looks adorably troubled, with a pouty expression. I set the glass aside, then pull her to the edge of the bed. I push her legs apart, then don”t waste any time burying my tongue between her wet folds, drawing out her juices and savoring them before pulling her clit into my mouth and sucking.
”I”ve been thinking about this since I met you.” I say this in between sucking her clit.
She squirms beneath me, propping herself up on her elbows. Her voice is like a whisper. ”What have you been thinking?”
”How incredible you feel. How good you taste. How much I want to hear you scream my name.”
She lets her head dip back and laughs. ”I think you”ve made me do that a few times now.”
”Perhaps.” I trace a finger along the impossibly soaked seam of her pussy. ”I”m just getting started.”
Her breathing is already ragged, and I can tell she”s getting close to orgasm. I love how she just lets go, how she allows me to do what I want with my tongue, how completely uninhibited she is with me.
If it”s like this our first night together, what will it be like in a week? A month? A year? Will we get bored of each other? Or...
The alternative is almost too terrifying to contemplate, considering I”ve always thought of myself as a lifelong bachelor.
I take my time, slowly sinking my face between her legs, teasing her with my tongue. I spread her legs wide, then open her up even more until she cries out, resting her palms on my head, urging me to bring her closer.
I do, sucking her deep into my mouth, hungry for her taste. Even the texture of her pussy is exquisite, like expensive pink velvet. It”s luxurious, and she”s fucking delicious. I linger on her clit, then suck hard, teasing her right to the edge. She”s moaning, her cries getting louder and louder by the second.
I pull her to the edge of the bed and flip her over so she”s on her knees. I sink my face back between her legs, toying and tormenting both holes.
”Fuck, yes, Gabriel. That.”
I lift my head so I can get an eyeful of her round ass. My hand goes to her smooth skin and caresses, and then I smack her. Hard.
She moans and pushes her ass out, inviting more. ”Yess,” she hisses.
Has she done this kind of thing before? It”s difficult to tell. I”m also not one to care; I wasn”t joking when I told her that I”m not interested in virgins. I want a woman who is as experienced and depraved as I am. A woman who can use proper punctuation and who knows her way around a book—who also loves getting railed in every way possible.
And maybe, just maybe, I”ve found that woman.
I take my time, my hands on both her cheeks, spreading and massaging her tight, tempting ass. I lean forward and bite her flesh, hard, and she yelps. I lick and kiss the area, soothing the sting, then bite her again, this time on the other cheek. She moans and pushes her ass out to me.
”Do that again,” she says, her tone husky.
”Of course, tesoro.”
Grinning, I kiss her cheek, then bite it and pinch it again, loving how she squirms. Her legs are spread wide and I can see how wet she is, how much she wants this.
I give her a few more slaps, ones that sting more than hurt. Still, the skin of her ass is turning a pleasing shade of pink, and I suspect it”s going to hurt when she sits tomorrow.
The thought pleases me, makes me even harder.
I sink my tongue into her honeyed pussy, lapping up and savoring her delicious juices. I hold her ass cheeks open, plunging my tongue into her, then devour her, her swollen, soaked pussy.
”Gabriel! I”m going to come,” she cries, chanting my name several more times.
I pull my face free, and she whimpers. I grab a condom and rip the package open, and she looks over her shoulder at me, her hair tumbling over her back and across her face. I slide the condom in place and plunge into her from behind.
”Fuck, Riley. You feel so fucking good. Like heaven. Like fucking heaven and hell all in one.”
I ride her, taking my time, drawing out the pleasure, wanting her. Wanting it all. Her pussy clenches, and she”s coming, hard.
As I slide in and out of her, my eyes rolling back in my head from sheer pleasure, I wonder one thing.
How long can this last?