Chapter 48
CECILIA
“They’re going to hear us,” I pant out between ragged breaths.
Gabriel lifts his head from between my legs, a dark scowl on his face. “I don’t give a fuck who hears us.” Pushing up on my elbows, I shove at his shoulder and draw my legs together.
He growls, pressing his palms firmly down on the inside of my thighs until they’re flat, leaving me spread wide open. “And neither should you,” he snaps before diving back in.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my back arching involuntarily as pleasure courses through me. "We had a deal," I remind him, though the memory of our agreement fades under the intensity of what he’s doing to me right now.
His tongue dances over my clit, sending sparks of ecstasy shooting through me.
"I’m aware" he murmurs, his fingers sliding inside me, adding to the intoxicating pressure.
I moan, my head spinning with pleasure.
"Gabriel," I whimper, unable to form coherent thoughts. “Oh—Right there.”
He chuckles darkly between my thighs, the sound vibrating against my sensitive clit. His fingers work expertly, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. "Yes. Please—" I plead, my hips bucking against his touch, seeking release.
My fingers twist in his sheets. I’m so close. His mouth latches onto my clit and he sucks. Hard.
“Oh fu—” My hips jerk forward, chasing some measure of relief, but Gabriel’s grip on me is iron-tight. “Please. Please. Oh—” I’m begging now and I don’t even know what I’m begging for. For him to stop? For me to come? I’m lost in a sea of sensation and can’t find my way out.
The crown of my head presses into his headboard, and I’m right there, but Gabriel releases my clit and draws his fingers back.
No! I was so close. I’m breathing heavily, my body crashing hard from an unfulfilled high. Dammit.
"Look at me," he demands, his voice firm.
Dropping my chin, his heavy-laden gaze collides with mine. My breath hitches as our eyes lock.
"You only come when your eyes are on mine, got it?"
This again? Swallowing hard, I nod. No way in hell am I about to complain. Not when I need him to do that thing with his tongue again.
“Good girl,” he says, thrusting his fingers back inside me. His thumb draws circles over my clit, and his dark gaze holds mine, keeping me ensnared. “You want to come?” he asks, his voice dripping with promise.
“Yes,” I pant. “Please.”
An arrogant smirk tugs at his lips right before he curls his fingers, finding that hidden spot deep inside of me.
Stars explode behind my eyes, but I only have seconds to relish in the pleasure crashing over me before Gabriel flips me onto my belly, his fingers never leaving my clit as his free hand yanks my hips back to his groin.
He draws out my release, leaving me trembling and breathless as small whimpers are torn from my throat.
"You doing okay, baby girl?" he asks, his voice tender.
I nod weakly, unable to form words as he rubs his cock against me. My shoulders sink into the mattress. I can barely breathe. It’s too much, yet still, I arch my back, my body silently begging for more.
He glides his dick between my folds, teasing me with the head.
So good. Shifting my weight, I press myself against him.
“Are you still worried about someone hearing us?”
“No,” I gasp, still struggling to catch my breath.
Gabriel continues with these slow, leisurely strokes, never sinking inside of me.
My brows pull together, and a small frustrated sound slips past my lips.
“You want more, baby girl?”
“Mmm.”
Gabriel chuckles, “Words, baby. I want to hear the words.”
“Yes,” I tell him. “More. Give me more.”
He sinks into me, his grip on my hips firm as he fills me completely. I cry out at the sensation, lost in the overwhelming pleasure.
"Beg me to fuck you," he commands, his voice rough with need.
Without hesitation, I comply. "Fuck me," I plead, my voice a desperate whisper. "Please, fuck me."
Drawing back, Gabriel slams his hips forward, sending shockwaves through my body. Pressing one hand over my head, I brace myself against his headboard.
"Holy—" His voice catches as he drives into me again, his movements becoming faster, deeper, more demanding. He's pushing me, testing my limits, and I welcome it, craving the intensity. “Fuck.”
He goes faster. Deeper. Gabriel pushes me to take all of him. And I do. Happily. He groans behind me and my toes curl, feeling my body coil tight once again.
His fingers flex against my skin, holding me in place as if afraid to let go.
Frustration has me biting my lip. He’s holding back. I can’t have that.
With a surge of boldness, I push up onto my hands and knees, arching my back, inviting him to take control. "More," I demand, my voice dripping with need. "Gabriel, give me more."
He growls in response, his fingers tangling in my hair, pulling my head back and exposing my neck. He twists the long strands of my hair around his fist.
The sensation sends shivers down my spine, a mix of pleasure and pain that ignites something primal within me.
He tugs harder and my scalp smarts, tears forming in the corners of my eyes.
The mix of bone-deep pleasure and that small stab of pain pushes me closer to the edge. I’ve never felt anything like this.
He pistons in and out of me, his thrusts deep and relentless. My stomach clenches, and my pussy spasms. I’m going to come again.
Gabriel curses under his breath. It’s like he can feel it when it happens.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realize we’re not using a condom.
Again.
We didn’t use a condom last night. In fact, I don’t think we’ve ever used one, and that’s … not good.
Panic flares within me, but I push it aside, consumed by the intensity of the moment. I’m on the pill, so there’s that. But having sex without a condom is reckless.
Fuck, he feels so good like this, though.
Skin on skin. His body looming over mine.
The hand still gripping my hip shifts and his palm covers one cheek of my ass, his fingers digging in.
I hiss.
“Do you like that?” he asks, dominance lacing his voice.
Incoherent words of pleasure tumble past my lips, and Gabriel chuckles.
“Yeah. You like that.”
His hand falls away only to return with a crack!
I freeze, a sharp gasp escapes me, and a spear of pleasure zings through my clit.
Holy fuck. Did he just spank me?
His hand massages my ass, soothing the sting away before he pulls back and does it again.
Crack!
His hand connects with my skin, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through me. I cry out, though from pain or pleasure, I’m not entirely sure.
Before I can gather my thoughts, he strikes me again. “Oh, fuck.”
The sensation is overwhelming, sending me spiraling into a whirlwind of pleasure.
“You strangle my cock every time I smack this beautiful ass,” he tells me. “My girl likes a little pain.”
“I—” My lips part, but no words come out. It’s a good thing it wasn’t really a question.
Crack! He does it again.
“Fuck.” I curse, and the next thing I know, I’m flying.
I tighten around him, and he groans in response.
“Fuck, baby.” He slows his thrusts but keeps them deep while he curls his body over mine.
His lips skim my shoulder, teeth scraping against my skin.
"That's it," he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin.
"Milk my cock. Just like that." His words send a shiver down my spine, and I cling to him, riding the waves of my release.
My head falls back on his shoulder, and one of his hands comes up to cup my breast, fingers pinching and rolling my nipple.
"Don't stop," I plead, my voice barely a whisper. "I need you."
He curses, and his teeth bite into my shoulder, eliciting a sharp stab of pain. I cry out, feeling the skin break, but he doesn’t let go. Gabriel lets out a guttural groan, the sound muffled against my skin.
Hot spurts of his release shoot inside me, and my entire body shudders. His release seems to go on forever, and my arms shake as I struggle to hold myself up.
When he draws back, I collapse. My shoulders hit the comforter and my face mashes into the pillows. A string of unintelligible words spill out of my mouth, but he gets the gist of it and falls onto the bed beside me.
“Yeah,” he agrees. “It was good.”
Gabriel rolls me onto my side, pulling me close against his chest. His muscular body easily envelopes mine, and his fingers trace lazy circles on my skin.
He lingers on the tender spot he left on my shoulder, his finger gently pressing against the abused skin.
"I left a mark," he murmurs, pressing his lips to the bruise. I shiver at the sensation, his reaction comforting.
“I’m not surprised.”
He hums in response, his fingers trailing down my spine.
“You seem oddly pleased about that,” I tell him.
Gabriel chuckles. “Maybe I am.”
I roll over to face him, my eyes searching his. “You could sound less smug about it,” I say, wincing when the mark rubs against the sheets.
He grins before kissing the tip of my nose. “I could, but where’s the fun in that?”
Rolling my eyes, I smack his chest, ignoring the pang in my own.
Reaching for the sheet, I tug it up to cover my body and pull myself into a seated position.
Gabriel frowns, but I ignore him as my eyes scan the floor in search of my clothes. They sort of went flying after dinner when we finally made it to his room.
“What are you doing?” he asks, confusion evident in his voice as I crawl over him to reach the edge of the bed.
I gesture to my scattered clothes. "I'm getting dressed."
He sits up, his scowl deepening, but I’m having a hard time looking at his face with the rest of him on display.
His sweatpants catch my eye, and I toss them onto his lap. “Put those on,” I tell him.
His frown morphs into a grin. “Better idea,” he counters, rising to his feet. His dick is already half hard again. Is he supposed to be ready to go again this fast? I mean, that’s not normal, right? “Let’s both stay naked and get back in the bed.”
My eyes travel over his body, taking in the deep V at his waist and the way his stomach flexes when he moves. I try, and fail, not to stare at his dick, licking my lips because god, nobody should have a body this perfect.
“Can’t,” I tell him, my voice suddenly breathless.
Gabriel crowds me, tugging the sheet from my hands. “Bullshit,” he says. “There’s nothing stopping us from doing exactly that.”
“Rules, remember?”
Looking down at me, he grins. “The rules say no sleepovers, and trust me …” He leans down and trails his lips along my jaw. “What I have planned doesn’t include any sleeping.”
I shiver but manage to remain strong. “The rules also say no cuddling.” Brushing past him, I find a shirt—his, not mine, but fuck it—and pull it on.
The material falls to my mid-thigh, and I shrug. It will do.
Gabriel’s gaze flicks over me hungrily. “I like you in my clothes,” he says, his expression darkening.
My heart leaps into my throat. I don’t know which one of us moves first, but the next thing I know, his lips are on mine. My fingers grip his shoulders, and his hands tangle in the long strands of my hair.
Being with him, feeling Gabriel like this, it wakes up every nerve ending in my body. I don’t want this feeling to end.
Without breaking the kiss, Gabriel lifts me into his arms. My legs lock around his waist, my hands holding fast to the back of his neck. The way he kisses me has me rocking against him, chasing some sort of friction. He groans into my mouth, and I nip at his full bottom lip.
When we come up for air, we’re both breathing heavily, but there’s a wide grin on Gabriel’s face.
“You’re relentless,” I tell him.
“Guilty.” He presses another kiss to my lips.
“Arrogant.”
“That too.”
I sigh but kiss him again, despite knowing that I need to make him put me down.
“I need to get dressed.”
Gabriel presses his forehead to mine and tightens his grip on my thighs.
“No clothing allowed when you’re in my room,” he says. “I want that rule added to the list.”
A breathy laugh escapes me.
“You can’t just add new rules whenever it suits you,” I tell him.
Walking us back, he drops down on the bed, my legs coming down to rest on either side of him. His erection presses into me, and without thinking, I glide myself over his length.
He hisses right before he tears his shirt up and over my head.
“Right now,” he tells me, leaning forward to trail kisses along my breasts. “I’m pretty sure I can get away with whatever I want.”