Chapter Three #2
“You can follow me home, if you want.” The words fly out of my mouth, my body answering before my brain can respond. Heat flares across my face and chest as I dip my head at my boldness.
As we reach my car, the beep of the doors unlocking fills the silence surrounding us. The night air is cool, but I don’t notice as his warmth engulfs me. Opening my door, he gently caresses my cheek. “Lead the way, beautiful.”
I slide inside, and he bends down, gently kissing me. Cupping my cheek with his palm, his lips are soft and teasing, igniting something inside me I’ve never felt.
This kiss seals my fate.
I want him.
Tonight.
“Be careful.” He whispers against my lips, before standing and closing the door, lingering for a moment with a sexy grin on his face.
I’m so screwed.
Once he’s inside his truck, I pull out of the parking lot. Glancing in my rearview mirror every thirty seconds, I smile to myself when he’s still behind me.
He didn’t change his mind.
The trip to my house is quick. I pull in the driveway, shutting off my car and hopping out. He pulls in behind me, the loud rumble of his truck fading quickly. He gets out, striding towards me, reaching for my hand. That single touch sends a jolt of electricity across my hypersensitive skin.
He keeps my hand in his, escorting me to the porch. My stomach is in knots, unease mixing with anticipation. Fumbling with my keys, he takes them from me, unlocking the front door.
After he opens it, I step inside, flipping on the light switch. When I turn around, he’s leaning in the doorway, arms above his head, grasping the door frame. He looks like Adonis, starving and dangerous.
Licking my lips, I meet his dark gaze. “Aren’t you coming in?”
He casually crosses the threshold, closing the door behind him. His eyes stay locked on mine as he locks it. The click of the metal is loud in the quiet room. It’s final. The end of this night, but the beginning of something else entirely.
I’m frozen in place, watching a predator as he stalks his prey. My heart beats wildly, thumping hard against my chest.
There’s absolutely no doubt I want him, but apprehension slowly creeps in.
I trust him for some unknown reason. His soothing words and gentle touch make me feel safe.
If I was in this situation with anyone else, I’d run, but I want to be here with him even though I haven’t done this in a long time, and I’m scared.
Pushing away my trepidations, I realize I can’t let self-doubt ruin this moment.
My body heats under his hungry gaze and I breathe deeply to calm my racing heart. “Do you want something to drink?” I ask, making my way into the kitchen.
Before I reach the refrigerator, his thick arm wraps around my waist, securing my back to his front.
My body trembles as he breathes, his lips brushing against my ear. “You’re the only thing I want. Don’t be nervous. It’s been a while for me, too. If it’s too much, you’ll tell me to stop.”
My head snaps up as I turn in his arms. It’s been a while for him, too? That shocks the hell out of me, but it also eases my anxiety. Having a dry spell himself may help me work through my insecurities.
I place my hands on his forearms. “I won’t tell you to stop. I want you, Gabriel.”
The growl that comes from his chest sets my body ablaze.
He pushes me against the kitchen wall, crushing his lips to mine.
Our teeth clash as our tongues battle for control.
The kiss isn’t gentle. It’s the opposite of what we shared at the restaurant.
He’s wild, consumed by what he wants, and I’m right there with him.
His hands slide down my arms, linking our fingers together, pinning my hands above my head.
He adjusts his grip, holding both in place with one hand.
I gulp in air as he trails his lips across my jaw, licking a path down my throat.
My knees threaten to buckle, and I tug against his hold.
He only tightens his grip and my body trembles, needing release.
He grinds himself against me and I can’t stop the little noises slipping past my swollen lips. I’m aching for his touch between my thighs, and he smiles against my skin just before nipping the sensitive skin in the crook of my neck.
“Gabriel!” The sting of pain only heightens my arousal.
He hums, sending shivers down my spine. Releasing my wrists, he grips the back of my thighs, lifting me away from the wall. My hands dive into his hair, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist.
“End of the hall.” I breathe against his ear as he strides towards the back of the house.
He continues licking and nipping at my throat until we reach the bedroom. Once inside, he kicks the door shut with his foot, and he doesn’t stop until we reach the bed. He releases his hold, and I slide down his body slowly.
He takes a step back. “Strip.”
I nearly choke. “What?”
His gorgeous teeth slide over his bottom lip as he strokes his goatee once. “Strip.”
I’ve never done this before, but his heated gaze gives me the confidence I need.
Nibbling my bottom lip, the sound of the zipper is loud as I slide it down my back.
The smooth fabric grazes my sensitive skin as it slides down my body, teasing him.
Once it hits the floor, I watch him silently, waiting.
He’s clenching his fists as if he wants to touch me but won’t allow himself to. He simply nods for me to continue.
Unclasping my bra, each strap slips off my shoulders, one at a time. His pupils dilate as it hits the floor next to my dress. My nipples pebble from his searing gaze and the cool air meeting my skin.
“Leave them on.” He orders as I reach for my panties.
He slowly unbuttons his shirt, unclasping each button at a torturous pace.
Licking my lips, I squeeze my thighs together, my pussy throbbing painfully at the sight of him.
Dropping his shirt to the floor, my eyes roam his sculpted chest, completely covered in ink.
My mouth waters and I imagine tracing every line of his tattoos with my tongue.
The sound of his belt snaps me out of my lustful trance.
“Lie back on the bed. Hold on to the headboard.”
Oh God.
My thighs clench, desperately wanting him to touch me. He’s bringing all my fantasies to the surface at once. It’s overwhelming.
Lowering myself to the bed, I slide across the cool sheets, doing as I’m told while he removes his socks, shoes, and unbuttons his pants.
“So fucking gorgeous. See what you do to me?” He grips his cock through his slacks, his eyes roaming down my body.
“Gabriel, please.” I’m breathless, begging him to give me what I need.
“Spread your legs.” His deep voice is ragged, as if he’s struggling to stay in control.
He removes his pants, along with his briefs, my eyes widening at the impressive cock between his legs. It’s magnificent with thick veins running down his long shaft, bobbing against his stomach. As stunning as it is, I have no idea how it’s going to fit inside me.
Gabe smirks, no doubt sensing my thoughts. “I’ll fit, baby. Your body was made for me.”
Another gush of wetness soaks my panties.
Naked in all his beautiful glory, he kneels on the bed. Crawling up my body, he lowers his mouth to mine. I gasp at the contact, sensitive and completely consumed by his touch. Pushing his tongue past my lips, I moan, struggling to keep my grip on the headboard. I want to touch him.
I’m lightheaded from the expert strokes of his tongue. Everything has disappeared except for Gabe. I’m lost in a fog where all my senses know are him.
He licks across my jaw, nipping and sucking his way down my throat. My body arches into his touch, begging for more. His hand slides down my chest, pinching each nipple before soothing them with his tongue. His mouth assaults my tender skin as one of his hands slides down my torso, then lower.
Gripping my lace panties with his fist, he pulls them tightly, the friction against my clit causing an orgasm to build rapidly.
“Oh, God!” I moan, and he eases the pressure, only to do it again.
“Not yet, baby girl. You can’t come until I tell you to.”
What the hell?
How do I control it?
Kissing a trail down my body, he stops between my thighs, breathing in my arousal.
A growl rumbles deep in his chest, and I whimper.
He peers up at me, a wicked grin tugging at his lips.
Tightening his grip on my panties, he rips the lace material from my skin.
The burn from the fabric feels good and my hips rise off the mattress.
Before I can beg him to make me come, he buries his face in my pussy.
My head falls onto the pillow as he licks and sucks me like a savage. I’ve never experienced anything like this. The intensity of his mouth is too much, but I still beg for it. “Fuck, Gabriel. Please!”
He groans, pushing two thick fingers inside me, stretching me wide, sucking my clit harder. The pleasure is otherworldly, and I can’t take it anymore. I’ve lost control of my body as my hips grind against his face, my head thrashing from side to side.
He knows I’m unraveling. “Come. Now.”
His command tugs at an invisible thread between us, sending me over the edge, and my body detonates.
Screaming his name, I clench around his fingers as my body arches off the bed.
Squeezing my eyes closed, I ride the tidal wave of pleasure threatening to drown me.
I’d happily succumb to being swept under if I could live in this feeling.
I’ve gone my entire life without experiencing ecstasy, until now.
I’ll never be the same.
He licks and sucks my clit gently, my trembling body relaxing before he pulls away.
When I finally open my eyes, he’s hovering above me, gazing at me with awe. “Good girl. Watching you come apart is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
His praise reignites the fire inside me. “I need you.”
His eyes darken as he notches his cock at my entrance. “Damn right you do.” He slowly sinks inside.
“Fuck! You’re so big.” I gasp, the stretch threatening to rip me in half, but I don’t want him to stop. The pain mingles with the pleasure of being pushed to my limit. Every inch of him is the most delicious burn.
“Relax, baby. You can take it. Every. Single. Inch.” He reassures me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, licking the shell of my ear.
Gripping the headboard tighter, I arch my hips to take him deeper.
I’m a glutton for pain.
“That’s my girl. Take all of me.” He groans, burying himself inside me, and I exhale the breath I was holding. He pauses, a look of pride on his face.
Rocking my hips, I’m instantly rewarded with a sexy growl. “Fuck, Brooke. You feel so fucking good.”
Being full like this is indescribable. I want more. “Gabe, please.”
No further encouragement needed; he starts to move, and I mean really move. I never knew sex could feel this incredible. His groans push me closer to the edge and my hips meet his with every thrust.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. I’m fighting to sink inside you.”
Our bodies are slick with sweat, sliding against each other in the most erotic way. Everything has disappeared around me except him. He’s so deep inside me, but I need more. I want him to control me, to own me. “Gabe, I need-” he cuts me off.
“I know exactly what you need.” Wrapping his hand around my throat, he applies the right amount of pressure. It’s not painful, but he restricts my airway enough, my eyes roll back in my head. It feels so fucking amazing to let go like this.
He slows his pace, changing the angle to plunge harder and deeper. My pussy clenches and I’m so fucking close. Meeting his eyes, I wordlessly ask for permission to come.
“Come for me. Let me hear you scream my name.” His voice is strained, his face twisted in ecstasy.
My pussy clamps down around his cock and a low growl vibrates against my chest. He releases my throat, and I scream his name, but it comes out as a hoarse cry.
My back arches off the bed, knuckles aching from my grip on the headboard.
My eyelids fall and I’m lost in the darkness of an explosive orgasm.
I don’t think I’ll ever come back to the light.
He pistons in and out of me like a machine, prolonging the aftershocks of my release. My eyes open as he fists my hair and our gazes lock. It only takes one look at him for my body to come alive again.
“I want to touch you.” It’s a whisper, masking my urgent need to feel his skin under my fingertips.
Without stopping, he uses one hand to unclench my fists, wrapping my arms around his neck.
My fingers ache, but I ignore the pain as my nails dig into his skin.
He lifts himself up, moving to his knees, taking me with him.
One strong arm locks around my waist, crushing me against him.
His other hand dives into my hair as he devours my mouth.
Our bodies are molded together, our hips grinding against each other. His tongue fucks my mouth in rhythm with his cock. He’s all around me, feasting on every cell in my body. Tugging his hair, I break our kiss, and he groans.
“Gabriel, I’m close again.” I can’t believe I’m about to come for the third time.
“We come together this time.” He tightens his hold around me, grinding his pelvis against my clit.
Releasing his hair, my hands find the mattress behind me. My body bows as I begin rolling my hips faster, grinding down on his cock.
“Please tell me you’re close.” I moan.
“Let go.” His strained words fill me with relief. I can’t hold on anymore.
My orgasm takes over and I’m catapulted into an alternate reality where time slows, and light doesn’t exist. All the breath leaves my body and I’m not sure I have the strength to take another one.
The pleasure is only heightened when he finds his own release, my name on his lips, his cock pulsing as he fills me with his cum.
He squeezes me tighter, holding me firmly as his cock twitches inside me.
We stay like this for a while, simply embracing each other. I yelp in surprise when he pushes us back on the mattress. His lips find mine and he kisses me softly. “You’re a fucking goddess.”
Cupping his cheek, I kiss him again. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
He grins, and as he slides out of me, our combined release leaks from my abused pussy. “I better get cleaned up or I’ll make a mess.”
“No. Stay like this.” He grins devilishly as I cock my eyebrow at him.
Suddenly, he slides down my body, spreading my legs. Kissing my clit gently, he uses two fingers to push his cum back inside me. I stare at him, speechless, before bursting with laughter.
Once he’s satisfied with his work, he crawls up my body, pulling me into his chest. I glance at him, and he licks his fingers clean, one by one.
Damn.
If I had any energy left, I’d be turned on again. Failing to stifle my yawn, I snuggle into him.
“I’m never letting you go.” I hear the words, but sleep takes me so quickly, I can’t be sure if they’re real or a dream.