Chapter 24 Gabriel
Aly doesn’t hesitate. She lifts her hips, dragging her soaked, aching opening over the thick, swollen head of my cock before sinking down so slow and deep I swear I black out for a good five seconds.
Fuck me.
“Best pussy I’ve ever had,” I say, my head rocking back against the couch cushion, my hands gripping her thighs so hard I’ll probably leave bruises there from how good it feels.
She takes my wrists, shakes her head at me, the same way I did earlier when she tried to touch her nipples on the floor, and then moves them behind my neck, locking me in place so that I can’t touch her the way that I want to.
“No,” she says softly. Her brown eyes glisten with mischief, a wicked, knowing smirk curling at her lips.
“You tortured me,” she continues, rolling her hips against me in a slow, sensual wave.
Each pass of her wet pussy sends another spike of pleasure down my spine.
Her clit drags against my pelvic hair, sending a shudder through her whole body as she takes what she wants from me. “Now I’m going to torture you.”
I chuckle darkly, but the sound breaks when she lifts just enough for us to both see the way she’s coating me, before sliding back down—slow, controlled, unbearable—her wet, tight heat gripping me like a vice.
Her ass bumps against my balls, and I already know what she’s doing. She’s making me suffer. And I deserve it. I fucking love it too. She’s so wet, so addictive, I swear as long as she lets me come tonight, I’ll let her do whatever she wants to me.
Oops. Guess I said that last part out loud.
Aly grins, tilting her head slightly to smile at me. “You’ll let me do anything?”
She circles her hips, clenches her pussy walls, giving me just enough friction to drive me insane—but not let me finish.
I want her to ride me. I want to take her hips, pin her in place, and fuck up into her so hard that she screams my name.
And when I come, I black out inside her, fall asleep buried deep there with my cum leaking out of her again.
But she’s in control now.
“Anything,” I rasp, giving her a firm nod—right before she shifts her weight, twists her legs, and spins around without leaving my cock, still seated, now riding me reverse cowgirl.
She rolls her hips again, slow, deep, keeping the same agonizing rhythm as before but now her ass is bouncing against my thighs. Jiggling with each lift right in front of my face.
“Fuck me Alessia you can’t put your ass on my lap and not let me touch it.”
“Touch my clit instead,” she says.
I drop my hands from my neck, curling them around her waist before sliding one between her thighs, rubbing that aching, swollen nub like it’s the answer to every prayer I’ve ever had. Like a genie in a bottle, it starts her sweet moans again.
She rolls her hips, still not lifting the way I want—the way that I need—but I can tell she’s enjoying this, savoring every second of it. Then, just when I think I might lose my mind, she bends forward, her pussy brushes against my sack, and reaches between my legs to touch my balls and tug.
Hard.
“Shit,” I murmur, tensing, because it’s good but also a little painful too.
She smirks, glancing over her shoulder. “Payback.”
I huff out a laugh. “Okay, well, castrating me is a good way to do that but I’m not sure if that’s the goal here.”
“You’re inside of me bare,” she reminds me, voice teasing but edged with something deeper, something real.
“The only guy to ever get that from me—except for my ex-husband.” She squeezes my sack again, but gentler this time.
She’s reminding me of just how much she’s given me.
It isn’t just her body. It’s her trust. “I think you’re doing just fine, wouldn’t you say? ”
I chuckle, my free hand gliding up her stomach, cupping her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers.
The truth is that I know Alessia’s given me more than her body and her trust. She’s given me a gift too that I didn’t know I needed.
I’ve waited so long to put myself back out there, to start dating again, hell to have a one-night stand with a woman.
I’ve come up with all the excuses: Eden, work, the house, bills, the family thrift store, but all of them were hollow.
I waited because I wasn’t ready until Aly showed up.
My mouth finds the back of her neck, my teeth grazing her soft, flushed skin, and I bite down just enough to leave a mark that’ll fade in a day.
I hum against her skin. “I do have it good. So, so good. What’s something you’ve never done before that you want to try?”
She doesn’t even hesitate.
“Anal.”
I still my movements. “Hm…”
Aly tilts her head to the side so she can see my face, rocking her hips again, dragging her soaked heat over me so slow, so deep, like she’s trying to ruin me.
“Have you?” she asks, her voice soft and vulnerable. “Have you ever done that?”
I need her to move faster. I need her to come again so that I can.
“No,” I admit, dragging my hands down her back, loving the gorgeous, creamy brown shade of it and the softness of her skin. Everything about Alessia is soft but she does her best to act hard.
She shifts, bouncing once, and I hiss through my teeth. “Just like that baby. Fuck your pussy is so tight.”
She does it again and I start seeing those stars behind my eyelids.
“If you want to try anal sometime, let me know,” I offer.
She laughs and smiles over her shoulder at me. “What if I want my first time with some other guy?”
I narrow my eyes at her. “You’ve got a perfectly good cock right here. In the house you live in. One you seem to be enjoying.”
“For only another week,” she points out, lifting again, hovering at my tip.
I don’t wait this time. I’m done talking and thinking about her with other men. I shift my hips and thrust up into her, sinking back inside so fast it punches the laugh she was about to release right out of her. She gasps.
“Gabriel!”
“What happens after the week is up?” I demand, gripping her hips, keeping her right where I want her so she can’t get away again. My cock pulses inside her. I’m not coming until she does but fuck, I’m close.
Her face falls and the teasing that was there before slips away.
“Nothing. This is a one-time thing. You said it was just about sex.”
“The fuck it is.”
She laughs again like it’s funny, but I’m not joking. She’s my neighbor. She wants to get back in the game, well, why not with me? I’m thinking about all the ways I can stall my electrician from fixing her place so that the week turns into three instead.
“You didn’t ask what I haven’t done before,” I say, sliding my fingers between her legs, rubbing slow, tight circles on her clit.
Her breath catches—that little stuttered inhale that tells me she’s close. This one’s going to sneak up on her. It usually does after a few orgasms, but I get the sense she’s never came this many times back-to-back before and she’s not going to see it coming.
She exhales a shaky, “Well? What do you want to do?”
“I want to tie you up.”
Her eyes flutter shut, a breathy moan slips out and she tilts her head forward. She wants me to do that to her.
“I want to take away your control,” I continue, reaching forward to grip her cheek softly and pull her face back to mine. I drag my lips along the side of her jawline. “That way, I can please you without you trying to stop me. So that you’ll trust me.”
Her lashes flutter, mouth parting. “Why would you care about me trusting you?”
“Because I get the feeling though you’ve let me fuck you twice now...”
“Three times,” she cuts in.
“Three times. You still don’t trust me. Would you like that?
” I murmur, reaching between us and slipping a finger into her cunt that’s stuffed full of me.
She gasps, because really there’s no room for my finger, and I don’t make it far but the sensitive nerves at her opening that I’m pressing on are enough to scatter her thoughts.
“To be fucked by you while tied up?” she asks. Her voice breaks on the question as I rub right at her tight entrance. My finger brushes my cock and her pussy at the same time.
“Or pleased,” I say, dragging my thumb back over her clit. “Whatever you want me to do.”
She bites her lip, hips rolling against my hand. Thinking. Considering. Finally, she nods. “I might.”
“Only one way to find out what you like now that you’re newly single, right?”
A slower nod this time. “For research.”
I snort. “I’m not your goddamn fluffer.”
“I never said you were.”
I drop my hands, deciding this game is done. I grip her hips, hard, feeling the curve of her, the way her hips flare out, how thick and perfect her ass fits in my hands.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
She shudders. “Do it.”
And so, I do. Lifting her up, slamming her down, fucking up into her as deep and hard as I can go.
Her nails bite into my thighs to steady herself on my lap, her breath comes in sharp, choked gasps as I drive into her over and over from below, chasing that moment—that breaking point.
She snaps first, her pussy clenching around me, her gasp turning into a cry of my name as her orgasm shreds through her.
And fuck, I can’t hold back anymore.
I grip her hips tight, pulsing up into her as I come, a hot, blinding release I’ve been holding in for way, way too fucking long.
I feel everything. The tight, perfect squeeze of her pulsing around me. The wet, filthy squelch of my cum filling her for the second time tonight.
She slumps back against me, boneless, chest rising and falling, her head pressed into my neck.
I don’t pull out.
I just hold her there, keeping us connected, letting myself stay inside her for a little longer. And then finally, when I feel her body soften and the dripping slow, I say, “Let me clean you up and take you to bed,” into her ear.
She nods, eyes still closed, so satiated.
I lift her gently, feel the warm drip of my seed spill onto my thighs, trailing down her pussy, and—fuck, I can’t lie—I love seeing that mess.
Then I carry her upstairs to Rhiannon’s old room, lay her down on the bed, and go to the bathroom. I wet a cloth, clean her carefully, then press a soft kiss to her damp forehead.
She’s already asleep by the time I tuck her in, and I just stand there, looking at her for a second, feeling something that I probably shouldn’t be feeling.
She still spoke like there’d be other men. Like there’d be other dates for her after this night.
I don’t want that.
I turn and head back downstairs to crash on the couch the same way I used to when I was worried about my sisters. Because tonight I need to figure some shit out.
And I need to do some planning.