Chapter 33
CHAPTER 33
GAbrIEL
I swear I’m going to fucking kill him.
Groans and moans. Was that a scream? The sounds of my brother and his guest. Shit, that sounds like guests, echo through the darkness.
“Oh, yes... yes... just like that.” A female voice moans.
“Harder... oh yes... deeper... oh yes... yes,” a second voice pipes up.
I throw an arm over my face and groan, only to hear a chuckle next to me.
“Caleb’s guest. Or should I say guests seem to be enjoying themselves,” Leah’s voice whispers in the darkness, her amusement clear.
“I’m going to kill him,” I say aloud this time. Another giggle escapes from Leah. “It’s like listening to a bloody porn movie.”
Another scream of pleasure echoes through the walls. Does my brother have no shame? We’re moored in a marina, for God’s sake. The other yachts around us don’t need to know what a super stud he is .
“I think they’re up for enjoying themselves this weekend,” Leah says.
I roll onto my side and stare at the outline of the woman in my bed. “I’m sorry, Leah, this really isn’t the vibe I was going for this weekend. It is about helping you relax and enjoy yourself.”
“So, orgasms and sweaty sex aren’t on this weekend’s itinerary?” Leah says, rolling herself onto her side to face me.
I take a deep breath, wondering if I heard her correctly.
“You think I’m not enjoying myself? Relaxing? You couldn’t be more wrong. I had a great time tonight, or was it last night? This is more than any woman could dream of. Your yacht is beautiful. Monaco, from the little I’ve seen, looks amazing, and I can’t wait to explore. As for?—”
Another loud groan, this time a masculine one, echoes through the darkness. I close my eyes. I don’t need to hear my twin getting his rocks off. Not when I’m lying here next to a beautiful woman who I’m aching to take into my arms. My cock hardens at the thought.
Down, boy, it’s not time yet. Soon.
A silence descends between us as we listen to my brother come. I’m going to wring his bloody neck in the morning.
I drop onto my back and put my arm over my eyes.
It’s only when I feel the bed dip next to me, that I drop my arm above my head.
“Gabriel?” Leah whispers, her voice questioning.
The mattress dips as she moves closer, and I turn my head towards the sound of her voice.
“Leah?” My voice sounds strained even to my ears.
Her hand moves to my chest, just above my heart. Her fingers draw circles on top of the material there. Can she feel the erratic kick of my heartbeat?
“I read that sperm lives for up to five days. What do you say to starting early? ”
My breath catches as Leah’s lips touch mine, gentle, tentative.
I remain still, allowing Leah to set the ground rules. She’s stated that there is no kissing, but her lips are on mine. When she doesn’t pull back, and the tip of her tongue touches my lips, I sink my hand into her hair, my mouth crashing against hers. Her tongue dances against mine as I use my free hand to pull her body flush against me.
“Leah,” I say as we both come up for air.
She places a finger against my lips, her eyes finding mine in the darkness. I draw it into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue and teeth. Leah moans, and I pull her head back down to meet my mouth, running my tongue along the seam of her lips, demanding entry once more. Our tongues battle and my body tightens with need.
Leah’s back arches, pressing her breasts into my chest. With one hand in her hair, I let the other find the base of her t-shirt, sliding my fingers under it and up the smooth skin of her back. She shivers at my touch. Her fingers flex into my chest.
I flip us, trapping Leah beneath my body, her legs opening, cradling me between her thighs. Her head drops back, and she lets out a moan as my swollen cock nestles against her core.
“Has hearing my brother and his friends having sex turned you on?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says, panting, tilting her hips, and rubbing herself against me.
I drop my head to her neck, my lips trailing up to the sensitive spot beneath her ear, before nipping at her lobe. “Do you wish you’d been there with him? Riding his dick?” I ask, torturing myself but needing to know the answer.
Leah’s hand locks into my hair as she holds me against her. “No. I want you. ”
“Do you want me to take care of you, little bird?” I ask, my cock hardening at the memories her words are invoking. “You need to tell me what you want,” I press. I know it’s unfair, but I want to hear her tell me she wants me.
“You, Gabriel Frazer. I want to make a baby with you. I want to ride your cock and enjoy every minute.”
I moan at her words, my hand snakes between us, finding her drenched centre hidden beneath her night clothes. I drop my forehead to hers as my fingers glide over and through her damp folds.
“You want me to fill your pussy with my cock?” I ask, circling her entrance with the tip of my finger before withdrawing and returning it to her clit. “You want to ride me? Come with me buried deep inside you.” Leah moans. “Look at me, Leah,” I demand. Her lust-filled eyes lock with mine. “Do you want me to fill you with my cum?”
“Yes. I want you buried deep inside me, filling me with your cum.” She pants, her lower body squirming at my touch.
“Leah,” I say, dropping a kiss to her open mouth before deepening it once more.
My hands slide under her top. I break our kiss only long enough to draw it over her head. I’m tempted to wrap it around her wrists, but that can wait for another time. Instead, I throw it to one side before drawing one of her pebbled nipples into my mouth. A sharp gasp fills the air as I nip and suck. Her hands grasp my hair tightly as I lavish attention first on one and then on the other.
“Yes,” she gasps breathlessly as I pinch one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
She moans as her hips rock forward. I bite the inside of my mouth and count to ten. I can feel her need soaking both our bottoms.
“Please, Gabriel,” she says .
“You never need to beg,” I say. “Just tell me what you need.”
“I want you deep inside me. I want to ride you.”
She whimpers as I tweak and tease her nipples.
“At your command,” I say, flipping us over I sit up, drawing one of her nipples back into my mouth and sucking hard, her lower body cradling my cock. I press upwards our clothes the only barrier.
“Ahhh.”
Leah grips my head hard, holding me to her. Her legs locking around my waist.
One of her hands pulls at the back of my top. I grip it in one hand and slide it over my head.
Leah’s head falls back one hand in my hair, the other digging into my now bare shoulder.
“Oh yes,” she moans quietly as I flick her nipple with my tongue, my hands slide down her body, her muscles quivering.
I reach the top of her lounge bottoms.
“These need to come off.” I move us to standing, and slide them down her legs. When they’ve gone so far, Leah kicks them off.
“Yours too,” Her hands leave mine and travel to my sleep shorts, freeing me to her gaze. She licks her lips and my cock jerks. I kick them off to the side of the bed. We’re both now naked in the semi-dark.
Leah pulls my head back to hers, kissing me hard.
My chest presses against her soft breasts, and we both moan.
“I want, I need...” Leah moans.
“What? What do you want? What do you need?” I want to make this good for her.
“I don’t know,” she says, almost sounding confused. “I want you. ”
I kiss her hard before trailing my lips down her jaw and towards her throat. Leah throws her head back as I continue my journey. I spend time on each breast before dipping lower.
My hand moves, spreading her thighs.
“Are you ready for me, Leah?” I ask as my fingers reach her pussy. Her skin is wet, a trail of her need waiting for me. My fingers slide effortlessly over her swollen, wet lips. I circle her clit, her hips jerk towards me. I drop to one knee and place a kiss on her stomach before moving my mouth lower.
The scent of her desire driving me wild. I use the tip of my tongue to tease her clit.
Leah pulls my head away.
“Leah?” I ask.
“You don’t have to,” she says awkwardly.
“Oh, believe me, I want to. Lie down,” I say, pressing Leah back until her ass hits the edge of the mattress. I spread her thighs, my eyes never leaving hers as I kneel before her. I let the flat of my tongue swipe from her opening to her clit. “I’ve wanted to since I had you spread out on my dining room table.”
“Ohhh,” she says, her fingers gripping my hair as I let my tongue work its magic.
I lift her legs onto my shoulders. My tongue torments her clit while my fingers tease her opening.
“Oh, Gabriel,” Leah pants.
I slide two fingers into her hungry pussy, scissoring them before curling them against her inside wall. I find her G-spot, and continue my torment as she rides my hand and mouth.
The sensation of her orgasm almost propels me into my own. I grip myself hard to stop myself from coming over the floor .
Leah’s orgasm stretches on, her body milking my fingers hard as I continue to use my tongue to taste her release.
I look up to see her biting down on her arm, my shy girl not wanting to be as vocal as Caleb’s guests. A satisfied smile forms on my lips. I move back onto the bed, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand, not sure how she’ll take to the taste of herself on my lips.
Lying next to her, I rest on my forearm and place my hand on her stomach, my thumb drawing lazy circles.
I study her features, looking for clues. My eyes have adjusted to the dark.
“You okay?” I ask.
Her hand comes up and holds mine against her stomach.
“Better than okay,” she smiles shyly, her eyes still slightly unfocused. “That was?—”
“Only just the beginning,” I say, rolling over her and settling myself between her thighs, my cock pulsing with the need to sink into her silky warmth.
Leah grunts, her hands reaching up, pulling my mouth to hers, her tongue snaking out, this time deepening the kiss. She moans at the taste of herself on my lips, spreading her thighs wider, her hips undulating against mine. I take my cock, rubbing its head up and down, teasing her clit and using it to spread her juices. Her legs quiver before spreading wider, opening herself for me, her body begging to be filled. I line myself up, pressing in just enough to breech her entrance before pulling back and repeating the move. Stretching the sensitive opening until Leah’s fingers dig into my ass as she tries to hold me in place, her hips thrusting up as she tries to draw me into her body.
“Oh, Oh God, please.” She pants against my mouth.
I thrust my tongue and my cock into her, swallowing her gasp as her body flexes and stretches around me. Her desire makes it easy to sink into her tight little hole. I pull back before pressing forward, gliding backwards and forwards. The feel of her, of us, skin on skin, her want slick against me. I savour each stroke, every thrust. I twist my hips as I push back in, drawing out another moan.
Ah, she likes that.
I do it again and again until she is whimpering beneath me.
I sink my hands under her hips and tilt her pelvis upwards, driving myself deeper. Finding that place on her front wall, the one I know drives her wild. Leah’s breathing becomes more ragged and from the twitching of her leg muscles which are now wrapped around my thighs, I know she’s close.
I withdraw abruptly, not wanting this to end. I flip her over, my hands grasping her hips and pulling them up into the air. Leah spreads her knees, her head down on the mattress.
“Please,” she whimpers.
I take my cock in my hand, lining myself up once more before pressing forward. The sight of my cock disappearing into Leah’s body, her swollen lips glistening with her need. I bite the inside of my cheek.
“Oh, my... deeper... harder.”
Leah whimpers into the sheets beneath her as my body sinks further and deeper than before.
I tilt my hips again, and she lets out a silent scream, her hand moving to her clit.
I lean around her and remove her fingers.
“That’s my job,” I say as she sighs.
My fingers find her swollen bud of nerves.
“Please, oh please,” Leah says.
Her body presses back against mine, taking me deeper.
I press forward, my chest against her back, an arm locked around her waist. My hand slides lower, drawing the moisture from her arousal down and over her clit, tweaking it between my thumb and forefinger, making sure it coats the nerves, sensitising it.
I drive home a couple more times, Leah’s movements become more and more frantic.
She spreads her thighs, her muscles locking. Her body trembles as she clenches around my cock, milking me. A flood of warmth rushes from her. I pull out and flip her onto her back. She grips my shoulders as I spread her legs before surging back into her welcoming warmth. Her body still contracting around me. I thrust in and out until my balls tighten. I slam home once more, my muscles tense as I follow her over the edge, emptying myself deep within her.
We lie panting, my head buried against her neck. Leah’s fingers draw lazy circles on my back.
“Do you need me to move?” I ask, concerned I’m crushing her.
“Don’t you dare.” Her fingers play with the short hair at the nape of my neck. Her internal muscles clench and twitch around me, making me moan.
She rocks her hips, and my cock hardens.
“You’re insatiable, Ms Walker.”
“Only with you, Mr Frazer.” She widens her thighs and tilts her hips, moving against me.
“Hum. Is that so? I aim to please.” I nibble my way up her jawline before making my way to the sensitive lobe of her ear. I blow softly, and her moan deepens.
I drop a hand between us, finding her swollen and ready.
“Let’s see what I can do,” I say, my lips catching hers once more.