Chapter 50 #2
A tendril of excitement and fear shoots through me. As much as I crave Gabriel’s touch, I don’t know what to expect when he’s like this. This is an entirely new side of Gabe. One he’s never shown me before.
I know I should be wary, but the reckless part of me that’s only recently started to emerge is intrigued. Hell, I’m excited.
“Brace yourself,” he says right as he thrusts hard and fast, filling every available space inside me.
My mouth falls open on a gasp.
Gabriel grabs my ass cheeks harshly. “I’m going to fuck you until you can barely move,” he tells me. “Maybe then you’ll remember that this body is mine.”
Holy shit.
I stifle a moan. Something tells me if I give in to what Gabriel says, if he knows how badly I want this, he’ll take full advantage, consuming me until there’s nothing left.
I can’t give myself over to him like that. This has to stay casual. Only sex. But the tightness in my chest warns that it’s already become more than that.
Gabriel shoves my top up my back, not stopping until the material is pushed over my chest. One of his hands tugs down the lace of my bra, fingers brushing over my hard nipple.
“Were you going to give him a second chance?” he demands. His thumb and forefinger pinch my nipple, twisting and tugging hard until a sharp cry falls free from my lips. “No.”
“You don’t date other guys,” he says, thrusting in and out of me. “You don’t talk to them. You don’t look at them. You don’t give them the time of day. Am I making myself clear?”
I press my lips together, desperate to hold in my response.
“Answer me,” he snarls. Jerking my arms out from under me, he slams me up against his chest, his hard length finding a new angle that utterly destroys me.
“Fuck,” I moan.
One arm bands my waist, holding me firmly against him while his other hand falls between my thighs. His fingers expertly locate my clit and stroke the sensitive bundle of nerves until I shatter into a puddle beneath him.
“Are we on the same page?” Gabriel's voice breaks through the haze of pleasure.
I manage to choke out a shaky yes, my hands reflexively holding onto him wherever his body touches mine.
It takes me a moment to catch my bearings, but when I do, the soft murmur of approaching voices reaches my ears.
“Gabriel–”
He pauses and silences me by moving the hand between my legs up to my mouth.
He hears them, too.
The smell of my own arousal fills my nose as his fingers dig into my cheeks. He resumes his thrusts, his palm muffling my cries.
“Shhh …” he whispers low in my ear. “Don’t make a sound.”
The sound of our skin slapping together echoes in the hidden space, and I strain my ears for any hint of the voices getting closer.
Fear and anticipation trickle through me. What if we get caught? What do we do?
As we listen, I realize the voices are drifting away, not getting closer.
I let out a muffled sigh of relief. Thank god for small favors.
“Looks like the coast is clear,” he tells me. His hand falls from my mouth to my throat, his fingers wrapping around my neck. “Hope you’re ready for me.”
Gabriel quickens his pace, his thrusts becoming punishing. I jerk with each motion, relying on his grip to hold me up.
My lungs are burning but it’s not because he cuts off my airway. I belatedly realize I’m holding my breath. I open my mouth, sucking in a lungful of air as anticipation swirls low in my belly.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” he demands.
“You,” I tell him breathlessly. “It’s yours.”
His lips latch onto the sensitive skin between my shoulder and neck, his mouth finding the previous mark he left on my skin. He sucks on the tender flesh, hard, marking me in a visible way once again.
“All of it,” he rasps. “Every inch of this body is mine.”
Releasing my throat, he presses me forward. My hands meet the cool grass once more, but he doesn’t stop when I’m on my hands and knees. Instead, his palm presses between my shoulder blades, pushing me down until my cheek kisses the earth.
He slaps my ass, the sting reverberating through me.
Fuck. That one hurt.
“Stay still,” he commands, his hands gripping my ass. His cock continues its relentless assault while his fingers spread me open.
“Gabriel …” I try to coax him down from whatever ledge he’s on. I don’t know how much more my body can take. I’m soaking wet, my arousal dripping between my thighs as he pounds into me. He feels so good, but I’m utterly spent.
He wasn’t kidding when he said I wouldn’t be able to move. At the rate we’re going, he’ll have to carry me home when he finally finishes.
“Slow down.”
His fingers dig into my skin.
“No.”
He hits that spot deep inside of me, and I whimper. I can’t. I don’t have it in me to orgasm again.
I pant and claw at the grass, my body no longer feeling like it’s my own.
Gabriel doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow down.
His ruthless pace goes on, and on, and on.
“I can’t,” I plead with him.
Another orgasm tears into me, ripping my sanity into shreds. I’m so fucking sensitive, my nerve endings made hyper-aware.
“Good girl,” he praises. “One more.”
There’s no fucking way. He can’t seriously expect a third orgasm out of me. It’s not possible.
“C-come inside me,” I whimper, hoping the allure of his release is enough to throw him over the edge. “I want you to come inside me, Gabriel.”
“Fuck,” he curses. “Not yet.”
He spreads my ass cheeks apart once more, only this time, he doesn’t stop there. One hand dips between us, gathering moisture from between my thighs.
“W-what are you doing?”
“It’s okay,” he tells me. “Relax.”
My breath stutters in my chest as he presses a wet finger to my other hole. Oh my god. What is he — He presses the digit inside of me, his cock relentless as he pounds into my pussy.
The different sensations, the pressure and stretch he elicits inside of me, it’s too much yet not enough.
“Have you ever taken a cock here?” he asks as his finger starts a slow and steady thrust in and out of me.
I shake my head, whimpering.
“Don’t worry,” he chuckles. “I’m not fucking your ass.”
Thank fuck.
“Not today, at least.”
He’s joking, right? He has to be. Would he actually want to do that? To claim me there?
Swallowing hard, I push away my thoughts. His fingers and cock work inside me, driving me wild. He finds a rhythm where at all times, some part of him is in one of my holes.
My vision blurs, and all I can manage are these desire-laden incoherent sounds.
“I think taking your ass is something we should work up to,” he says, his voice tightening. “Fuck. You’re so tight back here,” he groans. “I can picture how good your ass will feel—”
He’s close. Wiggling my backside, I urge him on. There’s not much more I can take. I’m dripping with sweat, my hair plastered to my face.
He presses a second finger into me.
“Oh. Fuck,” I cry out as he releases a guttural groan.
“Yes.” His cock jerks and pulses inside me, filling me with his release.
My heart beats fast in my chest, my lungs heaving with the effort to draw in air.
Slowly, Gabriel pulls out of me, drawing his fingers free at the same time. I collapse onto my side, uncaring that my leggings are still wrapped around my ankles or that my shirt is caught on the top of my bra, leaving my stomach bare.
I need a minute to catch my breath.
Tucking himself back into his pants, Gabriel rights his clothing, looking just as good and put together as he did before we ran this marathon of sex.
Meanwhile, I’m lying over here like a puddle of goo in the dirt.
“I hate you,” I tell him.
His lips curl into a grin, and he leans forward, pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose. “Hate you too, baby girl.”
My brows pull together. “Liar,” I tell him.
He chuckles. “Only when you lie too.”