Chapter 36 Gable
Gable
Iclimb into the back seat with Ella, laying her down. She’s still catching her breath, and I undress her, taking off her boots and socks, pulling her jeans down her legs, and she barely moves. The only time she does is to help me pull off her T-shirt, and she still hasn’t said a word.
Once she’s only in her underwear and bra, I kneel between her legs and lean over her, resting my elbow by her head.
“Tell me what you want, Gibson,” I say, kissing her softly. “Tell me how you like to be fucked.”
A small breath escapes her, and she falters, as if she’s never been asked the question before. That pisses me off. I know she never slept with Asher, so the conversation between them never happened, but what about the others? Did no fucker care what she wanted?
“I … I don’t know how to answer,” she whispers, blushing a deep red.
“Okay. Do you like it slow?” I ask, and she shakes her head slowly. “Do you like to be on top?”
“Absolutely not.”
I grin. “Do you like it hard?” A slow, barely perceivable nod. My gaze drifts across her face, and excitement coils in my belly. “Rough?” Another slow nod, and an anxious swallow that has me kissing her throat.
“At least … I think I do. I’ve never really had it like that.” She runs her fingers through my hair, the sensation giving me shivers. “I like the idea of you fucking me like you hate me.”
Just when I thought this woman couldn’t pull me in any more, she says things like that.
“Do you want me to hurt you?”
Her throat quivers beneath my lips. “Yes.”
“Dominate you?”
A soft moan. “God, yes.”
God himself couldn’t stop me now.
“Listen to me, Gibson,” I say quietly, and she stares at me, blue eyes wide.
“You want this to stop, then you say ‘pause.’ Any other word you say, any other sound you make, unless I give you permission, will result in me hurting you. Do you understand?” She nods.
“What is the only word you can say, Gibson?”
“Pause.”
“Good girl.” I move my fingers between her legs, pushing her underwear aside, and plunge two fingers into her. She gasps, her eyes widening, and I cover her mouth. “Not a fucking sound. That’s the only reminder you get.”
She isn’t looking at me anymore. She’s staring at the roof of the car, bucking her hips against my hand.
She’s so warm, so wet, so tight, and I’m desperate to take her now, bare, deep, make her feel every inch of me until she breaks every rule and says my name.
I remove my hand from her mouth and keep moving my fingers in and out of her, slipping in another until she’s tight around my knuckles, her back arched.
I use my other hand to brush back her hair from her face and watch her. Her lips quiver, and I quicken my movement between her legs until her hips are off the seat.
“You’re greedy,” I whisper. “You want to come again?” She’s biting back words, the muscles in her jaw tight, and I smile.
Her mouth opens but she quickly shuts it again, so I lean close to her ear.
“Have you always been this much of a slut, Gibson?” She cries out, and I revel in her mistake.
I grip her hair, pulling it back until she whimpers again and her throat is exposed.
“Did you just make a sound?” I’m fingering her rapidly now, and I increase the grip on her hair with my other hand.
Her mouth is open, eyes wide, a tear falling free and into her hair, and she tightens, squeezes, and erupts over my fingers, totally silent, and I’ve never wanted someone more in my fucking life.
I loosen my grip, slow my fingers, and groan softly into her ear.
“You’re such a good fucking girl, following orders so well. ”
I can only hear her quick, short breaths.
Her chest is covered in sweat, and I push her bra aside, running my palm over her hardened nipples, leaving a trail of her wetness over them.
I kiss her cheek and her neck, and I move to kneel between her legs.
I pull off my T-shirt and she watches me, her cheeks pink.
“Take off your bra,” I say, and she does so without question.
Reaching for her underwear, I wrap it around my fingers and snap it. I throw the material aside and run my fingers between her legs—she’s pink, swollen, and wet. Ella’s mouth parts and she lifts her hips, eager for more.
I use my other hand to unfasten the buttons on my jeans, freeing myself, moving my fist up and down my length as she watches me silently.
Leaning over her, I slip my fingers inside her tight warmth again.
“You want me to fuck you like I hate you?”
Her fingers press into my biceps, and she nods quickly, eyes fluttering closed, hips meeting every thrust of my hand.
“You want me to fuck you bare?”
“Yes.”
Her eyes fly open, and a smirk lifts my lips.
My fingers leave her, and I seize the back of her thigh, lifting her, a sharp slap landing on her butt cheek.
She yelps and tries to squirm away, but my palm lands sharply against her ass again, and she whimpers.
With every sound she makes, I spank her again until she’s biting her lip furiously.
“And that’s me being kind,” I say, the car fogged up, stiflingly hot. It’s hard to breathe, the air permeated with sex.
I smooth my hand over the area I spanked; I don’t need to look at it to know it’ll be red raw.
Everything about this moment is heaven for me—her restraint, her mistakes, her need to come again; I want to give her everything but keep it all from her, too.
I run my tongue across the sweat on her chest, then bite her nipple, soft at first, then harder. Her nails run down my back, not a damn sound leaving her lips.
“Fuck, you’re such a good slut,” I say. Her nails press harder into my skin, and I love how much the name makes her react. “So well behaved.”
Positioning myself between her legs, I pray for the strength to hold onto myself as long as I can. I want this to last. I want to fuck her senseless, remove every thought from her head.
I look down at her one final time. The pinkness of her skin, her flushed cheeks, her wide, startled eyes—and I push my cock inside her. She slaps her hand over her mouth and I groan, her tightness sending me dizzy.
Past the point of no fucking return.
“Fuck,” I whisper. I hope she can take all of me, because I need it. I need to bury myself inside her and feel my entire cock wrapped tight in her warmth, but I’m hardly halfway in, and I can already see she’s struggling. I pull out slowly, and she grasps for me. “I’m not going anywhere.”
She relaxes, and I guide myself back into her.
“Breathe,” I whisper, and she takes in a breath. I move deeper and she lifts her legs. I kiss her neck, taking my time, deeper, deeper …
“Pause.” She gasps.
I stop, kissing her cheek softly. “Do you want me to pull out?”
“No,” she whispers. “I just … need a second.”
I move my lips down her neck quietly, her breathing becoming steadier.
“Gable,” she says, and I look down at her. “Go slow at first.”
I move, and she closes her eyes. With every inch, I pull out slowly, letting her adjust to me. I can feel her relaxing, moving with me.
“Faster,” she whispers, and I obey. I’m slick with her, all of myself now moving in and out of her.
“Does that feel good?” I ask, and she nods. “Good. Now, silence.” I bite her neck sharply and she tenses.
I move my hips faster, thrusting into her, and fuck, she takes me so well. I bury myself in her, and she remains totally silent, her teeth in my shoulder. I fuck her, lost in how tight she is, in the feel of her, the warmth, and then I need it.
“Scream for me.” I gasp out the words, barely recognizing the sound of my own voice.
A loud cry escapes her lips, and it tears through my skin. She moans loudly, and the total absence of sound before was worth it to hear her like this. She unleashes the cries she held back and moans my name.
“Fuck me, please,” she begs. “Fuck me, Gable.”
I happily do as she asks. And when she comes, oh fuck.
That sound.
It’s a mixture of pleasure and total relief, the scream raw, the sound of a woman wild with desire. I don’t stop. I need to hear her again, and I fuck her harder than I’ve ever fucked any damn person in my life, the car shaking, my muscles burning.
“Oh God.” Her back arches, and she presses her hands into the door behind her, holding herself in place as I thrust into her. “Come in me. Make me yours.”
I almost do just from the words.
“You want me to fill you up?”
“Yes. Please, Gable. Please.”
The sound of her begging is like a symphony written just for me. It moves over my skin, setting a fire low in my stomach, heat coursing through me.
“Come on my cock again like a good girl,” I say, reaching between us to massage her clit. “Come on me again and I’ll make you mine.”
“Oh God.” She arches against my hand. “Just like that. Just …” She cries out.
I almost wish I hadn’t kept her quiet, because every time my name falls from her lips, pleasure wraps around my muscles. She tightens again, coming hard, and I’m relieved, because there’s no way I can hold on any longer.
I give her everything I have left in me, my cock slamming into her, and I groan her name as I come. Pleasure whips through me, the heat in my blood the only thing I can concentrate on. My head spins, and I think I lose vision for a second.
The cords of pleasure loosen, bit by bit, and I try to breathe through it.
I rest my head on her shoulder, and we’re both quiet.
Reaching for the door handle, I pull it, pushing the door open behind her, the cool air rushing over us.
The line has been crossed.
No, not just crossed.
Annihilated.