Chapter 32 - Zalea | Varazze #2
He laughs and bumps his shoulder against mine. “It would take them a very long time to spend all my money.”
I roll my eyes, a small smile pulling at my lips, before I look around and find Zale a few meters away, hands tangled in Alessia’s curls, kissing her like they're the only two on the beach.
I blink and Gabriel tracks my gaze, exhaling a quiet laugh.
“Didn’t you tell me my brother and Kairi were seeing each other last time you visited me in Hawaii?” I ask, watching as Zale lifts Alessia onto his lap, the kiss becoming even more intimate.
“Maybe I was wrong…maybe it’s an open thing.”
I give him a look and he chuckles. “You know how your brother is,” he says.
Unfortunately…I do, and that’s what worries me about him and Kairi. She’s too sweet of a girl to get hung up over my brother right now. He has way too much growing up to do before any girl should take him seriously.
“Well,” I mutter. “That’s going to be complicated when he gets back to Saltwater Springs.”
Gabriel pushes to his feet and offers me his hand. “We could stay and supervise to make sure it doesn’t go past kissing if you want.”
I raise an eyebrow.
“Or,” he continues, voice dropping just enough for me to hear, “we could let him ruin his own life and ditch this party for our hotel room.”
The way Gabriel looks at me sends a chill through my whole body, a needy ache beginning to throb between my thighs.
“I’m sure he’ll survive,” I mumble, taking his hand as he pulls me to my feet.
His hand slides to my lower back as we step away from the fire. The night air becomes cooler the further we walk from the group, but every place he touches burns.
By the time we reach the hotel elevator, I’m bursting with need and Gabriel must sense it because as soon as the doors slide closed he pins me against the mirrored wall, his mouth crashing into mine.
“Is there a camera?” I gasp between kisses.
Gabriel stops kissing me to look around the elevator before turning to me with a sly grin and shaking his head. He stands up taller and hits the emergency stop button, halting the elevator between two floors.
“Turn around,” he instructs, pulling his shirt up over his head.
I do as he says, turning to face the mirror and watching as he admires me from behind. He pulls my shoulder straps off one by one until the dress pools at my ankles.
“No underwear?” he muses, a devilish grin in his eye.
“I didn’t want to waste another good pair just for dinner,” I admit.
He rubs his hand against my bare ass before pulling his hand back and slapping it firmly. I yelp as a warm sting spreads, and it leaves me wanting more.
“You like that?” he asks.
I bite my lip and nod, holding his gaze in the reflection.
“Use your words,” he says, rubbing slow, taunting circles against the sore spot.
“I loved it.”
His brows shoot up, and a satisfied smile pulls at his mouth. The sound of his hand making contact with my skin ricochets through the elevator and my yelp turns into a moan.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, in awe. “So needy for my touch.”
His fingers slide along my wet slit, and he lets out a low chuckle as his two fingers slide inside easily. I spread my legs wider as his fingers work my cunt, torturously slow.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I whimper.
He slides his fingers out with no warning and slides his cock along my wetness a moment later, pausing at the entrance.
“Keep your eyes on me, baby,” Gabriel says, his tone serious.
I watch him, my lips slightly parted, and he slides in torturously slow until he’s completely filled me.
“Fuck,” he groans, pausing inside of me, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve seen. “It should be illegal to feel this good.”
“If you want to see me in cuffs that badly,” I say, inching forward. “All you have to do is ask.”
I slam back against him and the movement forces my eyes to roll back, my vision blurring. His cock feels so much bigger today, pressing against the walls of my pussy.
“Holy fuck,” he groans, jaw tight. “Do that again.”
“Wait,” I say breathlessly. “Just give me a minute.”
He laughs, thrusting slowly. “Can’t take it anymore?” he teases, eyes dropping to watch his cock disappear inside of me.
“If anything, you’re the one that can’t take it,” I say through narrowed eyes.
Without giving him a warning, I slide forward, using the handlebars to support myself, and slam back against him as far as I can go—over and over. He lets out a low growl as he grips my hips for support.
“Just like that, baby,” he says through clenched teeth as he watches. “So fucking good.”
My pussy clenches at his words and his eyes shoot up to mine. “Fuck baby, you like when I praise you, don’t you?”
“I like it more when you fuck me,” I say, practically begging.
He chuckles and just as I slam back into him, he thrusts forward, making me scream out in pleasure. He matches me thrust for thrust and I struggle to keep my eyes open, the feeling so overwhelmingly good.
“Look how good you take me,” he growls, reaching over my shoulder to grab my chin and force me to watch in the mirror. “Such a pretty girl.”
I feel like I’m going to explode, from pleasure and from happiness. Gabriel is everything I’ve ever wanted, and I finally have him all to myself.
“I-” I gasp as he increases his pace. “I can’t take it much longer.”
He lets go of my chin and grabs onto the support bars in front of me, his chest pressing into my back as he thrusts even deeper.
“I know you can take more,” he says in my ear, his voice low. “This is what you wanted, right?”
My eyes roll back because just when I think he can’t go any deeper, he does. Sex with Gabriel is so intoxicating, no amount of it will ever be enough for me.
“You’re doing so good,” he says, nipping at my earlobe.
“I’m going to fucking explode,” I gasp, feeling my inner walls flutter.
“Hold it in for me, baby,” he groans, dropping his forehead to my shoulder. “I don’t want this to end.”
As hard as I try not to, I explode around him on a scream, and if it wasn’t for his arms wrapping around me to keep me upright, I’d be sprawled out on the ground by now.
“Breathe,” he says, still thrusting around my monumental orgasm. “I’ve got you.”
I’m positive if he doesn’t stop grinding into me, I might pass out, and the last thing I want is someone from this hotel coming to check on the stopped elevator and finding me naked in his arms.
I pull away from his grip, and drop to my knees in front of him.
“It's your turn.”