Chapter 19 Gabriel
I lower to my knees, fingers hooking beneath the delicate lace of her red thong.
I tug it slightly, debating whether to rip the flimsy thing clean off her body to make this faster but then I decide to keep it on.
Instead, I push it to the side, letting the fabric cut right across her clit, digging in just enough to give her the friction I know she craves.
She leans up on her elbows to watch me, her brown eyes wide with lust and surprise.
“What are you doing?” she asks softly.
I tug harder on the fabric, wedging it across her pussy exactly the way I want. When she lets out an involuntary moan, I know I’ve got it positioned where I want it.
“I’m keeping these on,” I murmur, watching the way her body reacts to the rough fabric. “Gonna let them tease your clit and hold the cum I plan on spilling inside you.”
She exhales shakily. “Why are you doing this?”
I tilt my head, trailing my fingers up the soft, dimpled skin of her inner thigh. I answer her question with one of my own. One that’s been burning in my mind since the moment she walked into my backyard with a dress half zipped and lips red like blood.
“Were you going to bring him back here tonight?”
Her breath catches and she genuinely looks surprised by the question. “No.”
I spread her legs wider, lifting them slightly, watching the way her pussy glistens in the dim glow of the fire. The thin strip of lace does nothing to cover her, and with it pushed aside like this it’s the best fucking view I’ve looked at all day.
Buildings can be beautiful when you’ve constructed them correctly. Even furniture, restored in the hands of a gifted carpenter like me, can bring a sense of awe. But nothing will compare to a beautiful woman, surrendering her body for a man’s taking.
I drag my thumb over her entrance, teasing and testing how wet she is. I can feel the dampness against the pad of my digit. “Would you have taken him back to your place? If your electricity wasn’t out tonight?”
She rolls her lip between her teeth but doesn’t give me an answer. She doesn’t need to. I already know what her plan was for tonight. Whether she would have followed through on it or not, that I can’t get a read on.
The night she spent with me two weeks ago got her “back in the game,” and now she’s thinking about letting some random asshole—some new guy—take her home all because she had one, hot night with me.
I’m happy for her. She’s willing to give someone a chance. She isn’t closing herself off to the possibility of love in the future.
But I’m also, selfishly, unexplainably, wildly jealous.
Because for the past two weeks, all I’ve thought about has been her.
And I know it was supposed to be just one night.
I understand that I haven’t seen her in two weeks, but I’ve been busy between the renovations in New York and the deadlines and budget issues plus the homes I’m remodeling in Brookhaven.
And even more than that, I didn’t think she wanted anything more from me.
We’ll see how she feels after this.
I lower my head, licking a slow, wet line from her opening across to her clit. Her entire body shudders with the sensation, knees twitching, hips rocking upward instinctively like she needs more friction from me.
I smile against her clit but don’t touch it again. “Hold still and let me taste you.”
This time, she listens.
I push my tongue as deep inside her as it’ll go, groaning when her walls squeeze around the intrusion. Her sigh is breathy, needy, and I rock my nose back and forth against her, covering myself in her scent, reveling in how she tastes.
Fucking sweet.
I slide two fingers into her at the same time, feel the way she clamps down around me, pumping them in and out, watching them disappear inside, only to reappear just as slick and wanting as before.
“Tell me about him,” I say as I hold my fingers up in the firelight behind us so that she can see how drenched she is for me.
She barely registers the words; she’s too lost in the pleasure she’s trying to chase through her rolling hips.
“Really?” she gasps when I lower my mouth and flick her clit, then nip at it harshly to get her attention.
“Pay attention.” I let my breath hit her in a sharp puff of air where she’s desperate for more, but I wait.
I don’t suck on her. “I could go down on you for the next four hours until my jaw locks on your clit and you can’t leave.
But I won’t. I wanna know if he’s a good guy.
Whether he’s worthy of you even considering bringing him to my house. ”
She exhales. It’s shaky and I notice that her hands are curling into the rug beneath her like she’s trying not to lose her grip. “Um… he works in construction. Does roadwork between here and New York City.”
A growl rips through my chest. “Construction?” She picked someone with the same job as me?
That makes it even worse.
I hook my fingers deeper inside her while I pinch one of her brown, puffy nipples, rolling it between my fingers just rough enough to pull a sharp gasp from her lips.
“Wrong answer,” I say.
She blinks up at me, chest heaving. “Why?”
I tease that same nipple with my thumb until her whole back is arching into my touch. “You want a construction guy to fuck around with?” I lean closer, mouth hovering at her throat. “There’s one who lives three doors down from you. Actually, he’s your new roommate.”
Her lips part, eyes widening in surprise. And then I bite down on her chest, leaving enough of a mark that she’ll see it now, but not enough that it’ll still be there in ten minutes.
“Gabriel!” she gasps.
I move lower, sucking her nipple between my teeth, tugging hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure through her body. She’s moaning my name, and I don’t think she even realizes it.
“You didn’t want anything to do with men, then I fucked you in your shower, and now you’re willing to go on a date with a guy that sounds a lot like a worse version of me.”
“That’s what it was about between us. It was about getting back out there,” she answers breathlessly. “For you too. That’s all it was. We agreed it was a one-time thing.”
I move lower, licking another wet, messy stripe over her pussy, relishing the way her whole body shakes beneath me.
I’m not done with her yet, even if she is right.
It was about both of us scratching an itch.
Fulfilling a need for different reasons.
But now that I’ve had a taste of her... I don’t like the idea of me being her fluffer.
“You’re right, Alessia. That is what we agreed to.”
I sit back, admiring the view of her spread out on my rug with just the reflection of the flames from the fire illuminating her soft, brown skin. I unbutton my jeans, pushing them just far enough down my hips to free my cock.
Her breathing stills when she sees it. I wrap my hand around myself and stroke firmly, all the way to the base then back to the tip. Her eyes are hooded as she watches me work myself until I’m the hardest I’ve been in years.
She squirms. She tries to stretch her legs wider like she’s making room. She wants me to fuck her. She wants me. It’s as if she’s already made her choice over going on her date, or staying, whether she realizes it or not.
I fist myself harder, letting her watch and getting myself right to the edge, then thrust my free hand back inside her pussy to make sure she’s still ready for me. She is. I remove those fingers and rub her arousal all down my shaft as lube.
“Go on your little date,” I say as I run my thumb over the leaking tip of my crown, mixing our wetness together. “But I’m going to fuck you before it. Do you want me to use a condom?”
She shakes her head no.
“Good girl.”
I reward her with a slow twist of my fingers that I plunge back inside of her, dragging my thumb over her clit just to watch her shudder. She may not want me to wear a condom, but she’s still not going to get off easily tonight.
“… But I’m still going to punish you,” I finish.
Her eyes narrow in confusion. I don’t give her a chance to ask questions. Instead, I press the thick head of my cock against her soaked entrance, withdrawing my fingers and lifting her hips slightly to meet me. And then I press inside slowly.
And fuck—she’s wet. So fucking tight.
I’ve thought about this more times than I’d care to admit since the night we spent together.
And I know, without a doubt, I’ll keep thinking about it long after tonight.
I sink in slow, teasing her, pushing down on her knees to spread her wide, making her take every inch at my pace.
Dragging it out, even though I know I could bust just from how tight she feels around me already.
Her hands slide to her breasts, fingers rolling her own nipples, teasing herself. I like that she knows what she needs to come now. That she’s not shy about it. But I stop her anyway because tonight, she’s not getting that release yet.
“Hands above your head,” I tell her.
She looks surprised by my tone, but obeys, stretching her arms above her head against the rug, pushing her tits together like a fucking offering.
Beautiful.
I lean down, flicking my tongue over one hardened peak, then the other, sucking them between my lips just long enough to draw out a sharp little moan before I release them and continue edging her.
“You’re such a wet mess for me,” I murmur against her skin. “It’s a shame you’ll never know how good your pussy feels.”
She exhales shakily, eyes fluttering shut, and when I glance down at where we’re joined, fuck—I wish I could sear the image into my brain. Her soft, bare pussy, stretched tight around my cock, swallowing me whole like she was made for this.
Made for me.