Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Eris
She had no idea what he was going on about until the glowing mask moved, and she was slow to realize what was happening until she felt the plastic sliding over her face. Gasping behind the plastic, she could feel the heat radiating off of it from Gabriel.
He was even harder to see like this, and with the slashes partway through the eyes, she couldn’t fathom how he ran with such accuracy. Even going outside first to creep around in the dark hadn’t given her much of an advantage to outrun him.
Eris gasped when he hitched her leg up, sliding down her body. Gabriel shifted around so her thigh rested over his shoulder, his face far closer to her pussy than it had been before. Eris bit her lip, whimpering when his touch slid beneath the hem of her clothing.
He paused. “Are you wearing a dress out here, little vixen?”
“It’s a nightgown, technically,” she said, her breathing uneven as she awaited his next move. He’d still been snoozing away when she’d run out of the cabin, so he’d missed everything she put on. Or didn’t put on. “Clashes with the boots, though.”
Gabriel dragged his hand higher, his breath coming out ragged. “You’re bare under here, Eris. Naked and waiting out here to be fucked like a toy?”
A thrill shot through her, and she slammed her head backward into the hedge. It didn’t feel the best with branches poking her, but as Gabriel lifted the gown and pressed his mouth to her center, she squealed.
Letting out a pleased sigh as his tongue slid deeper, she dug her nails into his hair.
Even though he was below her, kneeling before her, she knew she wasn’t the one in charge.
With the mask over her face she felt different, powerful, like she took on a persona behind the neon, plastic mask.
There was something sinful about seeing things through Gabriel’s eyes.
Not that she could make out much in the dark. With his hands climbing beneath her nightgown, his tongue shifting to slide over her clit and making her tremble, she didn’t have to see to know he was going to do absolutely sinful things to her.
Eris cried out when his fingers dove inside her pussy, stretching her with two long digits as his thumb pressed at her asshole.
He had played with her rear several times over the past two days, but he had yet to truly fuck her there.
He always used her pussy, finishing or toying with her ass instead.
Grinding down on his face when his lips sealed over her and he began to fuck her with his tongue, she imagined him fucking her ass against the tree.
Her thoughts disappeared as he toyed with her, shifting his weight so her boot barely brushed the ground while her other leg remained over his shoulder.
The rough branches behind her disappeared, her head tilting back as her moans increased.
There was no way she could keep thinking with his mouth on her like this.
It felt divine, and like something she never wanted to end. But already, she could feel heat building inside her, the need to come with a scream hitting her hard. Gabriel knew her too well, playing with her like his personal toy. He could ring orgasms out of her like no one else.
Humming against her pussy, she almost missed what he said when he shifted away far enough to speak. “Paint my tongue, little vixen. I want both of us dripping before we head back.”
Eris whimpered, bouncing on her toes to get the bit of friction she needed on her clit.
Gabriel dove back in, shifting the finger toying with her ass away so he could grip one of her cheeks instead, holding her steady.
A tremble shot through her, and before she could stop herself, she was screaming.
The orgasm shot through her and across Gabriel’s face as he gave a groan of approval. Before he ever moved she could feel the cum dripping down her thighs, and as she rode the high, bouncing on his face, she couldn’t figure out what on earth he did to get her orgasm to hit so hard.
Far too soon, he pulled away, kissing wet trails down her soaked thighs. She gasped, scratching her nails through his hair as her over-sensitized skin took every kiss, her mind debating between begging for more and pleading for him to stop.
“Don’t get too lost now,” Gabriel cooed, squeezing her thigh once before he stood, his hands leaving her entirely. Disappointment slid through the happy, lust-filled haze as he stood and dragged her to him, her hands flying to press into his chest. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
She squealed when he hefted her over his shoulder, the mask still in place as she tried to catch her breath. Then he took off, and she couldn’t figure out if they were going back the way they had come or if he was leading them elsewhere.
Every little bump as he ran jostled the sensitivity in her thighs and her drenched pussy. Eris whimpered, digging her hands into the back of his shirt to have something to hold on to. Whatever he planned for them next, she couldn’t wait to find out.