Chapter 4 #2
As soon as we’re inside his room, we tear at each other’s clothes. His full lips meld to mine and soon, he’s stripped me out of my suit jacket. “Gabe,” I whisper against his lips, the tips of my fingernails running over the stubble on his face.
“Mmm,” he hums, his hands unbuttoning my silk blouse.
Not to be outdone, I unbutton his dress shirt, pulling it free of his dress pants, revealing his tight, toned abs and sculpted, tattooed chest. Running my fingers over his muscles, I discover he has an eight pack.
He’s so chiseled, his abs feel like an old- fashioned washing board.
I knew he was in good shape, but damn! He’s ripped and tattooed!
“Layla,” he hums, pushing me against the door, his lips now venturing down the column of my throat.
I throw my head back. “Gabe,” I moan softly, giving him better access. He blazes a path down my throat, stopping when he gets to my collarbone.
“Okay?”
“Yes.”
He continues his path to my breasts and pushes my blouse off my shoulders and, quick as can be, rids me of my bra, leaving me standing there, my nipples pebbled from the A/C in the room.
Even in heels, Gabe’s taller than me, so he places a large hand at my lower back, arching my spine, making my breasts just out.
He sucks a nipple into his mouth and my knees almost buckle.
It’s been a long time since someone has played with my nipples. I’ve missed it.
“Mmm, Gabe,” I groan, my hands skimming over his short, bristly dark hair on his head.
It’s practically a buzzcut. But it suits him.
Pressing him to me, I spur him on. I like my nipples to be played with and Gabe knows how to do it right.
Gabe sucks and licks and flicks them, then lightly bites down.
I shudder from the pleasure. Kissing back up my neck, he takes my lips once more.
As he does, I push his shirt off his shoulders, my hands going to the button on his pants.
I’m about to unbutton them, when he snakes a hand around my wrists.
“Not yet,” he breathes near my ear. My wrists, now held by one of his hands, are raised above my head.
Oh… he likes to be in charge. I fake pout. The ache between my thighs is almost unbearable. “Please,” I beg. I don’t recognize my voice. I do not beg. But Gabe seems to bring out that side of me.
“Soon,” he murmurs, his fingers running down my skirt-clad hip. Finding the hem, he pushes it up, exposing my stockings.
“You wear these for me?”
I snort softly as he clutches me. “I didn’t even know you were going to still be here.”
He chuckles softly as his lips feather over my shoulder. “I like them, but they’re coming off,” he tells me, unzipping my skirt and pushing it down.
I step out of my skirt. “And my heels?”
“Leave them on.”
Palming my backside he pulls me against his hard, throbbing erection while he plunders my mouth once more. I could kiss Gabe all night…
“Bed, now,” he commands, guiding me.
As soon as my backside hits the bed, he’s pushing me to lay back. So I do. I might as well enjoy the view, because what a view it is!
He takes off his shoes and also removes my heels.
Taking a stocking-clad leg in his large hands, he runs his fingers up the soft fabric, to the buckle.
Unsnapping it, he rolls it down, kissing his way down my smooth leg, until he pulls it off.
He does the same with the other leg. My pussy is aching and my clit is throbbing so badly that I’m about to go mad.
“Gabe!” I whimper as he kisses up my thigh, getting closer to what’s between them. But all he does is tease me. Only after he pays homage to my long, shapely legs does he remove the rest of my lingerie, leaving me bare.
Getting onto the bed, he spreads my legs.
My pussy is positively weeping. It’s so wet, my slickness is glistening on my thighs.
I’m about to close my legs, when he places his hands on my knees and pushes them open wider.
Lowering his head between my legs, he licks my aching pussy, then sucks my hard, throbbing clit into his mouth.
It feels so good, my hips arch off the bed.
He murmurs unintelligibly between my legs and the vibrations from his deep voice send tiny little lightning bolts of pleasure through me, centered in my clit. “Please!” I whimper sharply, begging to come.
He ignores my plea, sucking at my engorged clit. It’s so hard and throbbing, it’s almost painful. Need to come. And soon. Taking it up a notch, he gathers some of my slickness on his fingers, then pushes them inside me. Yes! Tunneling them in and out, he brings me to the edge.
“I’m so close—”
But then he crooks his fingers and finds my G-spot and I go off like a bottle rocket, shooting to the stars, my climax burning through me.
“Gabe!” I moan loudly, my pussy clamping around his deft fingers.
I’m soaring high, and expect to come down off my orgasm cloud, when he keeps stimulating me, pushing into another one.
I orgasm again, and only once I’ve rode it out, do his magic fingers slip from my sopping-wet pussy. Breathing hard, I lay there and try to catch my breath. Once I do and the post-fog clears, I realize he hasn’t taken any pleasure for himself. It’s time to remedy that.
Gabe
I’ve brought this beauty to climax twice in a matter of minutes. And my dick isn’t thanking me. I’m hard and throbbing.
“My turn,” Layla says, getting to her knees on the bed as she faces me. I step up to her and she rids me of my pants and boxer briefs. My stiff, throbbing dick pops free, slapping my hard abs. I’m not a small man and neither is my dick. I see her eye my dick, sizing me up.
“Like what you see?” I tease.
“I do,” she answers, her voice husky, her hands gripping my shaft. My dick throbs in her grasp as she strokes me. God, her touch feels amazing. Bending over, she’s about to take me into her hot little mouth, but before she does, I stop her.
“Stick out your tongue,” I husk. She does what she’s told. Jacking my dick, I push out a stream of precum and let it drip onto her tongue. She laps it up. “Good girl.” She looks up at me, pleasure on her face. She likes this. “Now take me in your mouth.”
She opens wide, her lips a perfect O. I feed her my dick, inch by inch.
As soon as I hit the back of her throat, she sucks me good.
Oh, holy fucking shit! Her mouth feels amazing.
Working my dick in and out of her pretty mouth, her cheeks hollow, her mouth full.
Her eyes meet mine and I bring myself to the edge, then stop.
I want to come in her pussy, not her mouth.
Slipping from between her lips, I look down at her.
Her cheeks are flushed and her lips are swollen.
She looks so fucking hot like this. I can’t wait to see what she looks like when I’m inside her.
“One moment,” I murmur. I think I have a condom in my bag.
“Fuck,” I say under my breath. I can’t find it.
Which is laughable since I haven’t had sex in a long fucking time.
Plus, I’m not some teenage boy, fumbling around in the dark.
But it sure makes me feel like one. “Layla,” I say, turning to her.
“I can’t find a condom.” I feel like a bit of a loser at the moment.
She looks concerned, then a smile crosses her face. “I got you covered.” She snickers, reaching for her bag. Of course she does. Thank God! “Here,” she says, handing me a familiar foil packet. I take it from her and suit up.
“Layla,” I moan, sinking between her lovely thighs.
“Gabe,” she breathes, her legs wrapped around my lean hips.
“Tell me what you need,” I murmur against her neck.
“Just you. Deep as you can go.”
Yes, ma’am. Pulling out slightly, I snap my hips forward and drive deep, and oh fuck.
She feels so damn good like this, my dick buried deep inside her hot, wet pussy.
I continue thrusting in and out, burying myself deep.
She looks incredible like this. I continue my rhythm, but then I need more. And I think she does, too.
“Switch,” I whisper, pulling her to me. My hands are under her ass, her legs still wrapped around me as I’m still buried inside her.
Standing up, I sit down on the bed, my feet flat on the floor.
I thrust up into her and she shudders in my arms. Like this, I’m even deeper inside her than I was before.
And it feels amazing. “Mmm, Layla. I’m so deep. ”
“I—”
“Lean back.”
She does, opening a space ever so tiny between our bodies. And I take full advantage. Finding her clit, I surround it with two fingers and move them together, slightly pinching the swollen bud.
“Ga—” she starts to say when her climax slams into her, pushing her over the edge.
Her hot pussy strangles my length and I rub her clit, prolonging her pleasure.
Eventually, her orgasm starts to subside and I give one final thrust, following her over the pinnacle, spurting violently into the condom.
My dick twitches a few more times, then I’m spent, the condom full of my cum.
We sit still, neither one of us moving. We’re both wrung out from our explosive climaxes. Giving her a gentle kiss, I move her off my lap and lay her on the bed. “Condom,” I murmur, heading into the bathroom. Making quick work of cleaning myself up, I prepare a warm cloth for Layla.
“Come here,” I murmur, lightly stroking her hip with the tips of my fingers. She turns over. “Let me.”
She hesitates, then spreads her legs. I clean up between her legs and wipe away the slickness from her thighs. Not giving a fuck, I toss the cloth onto the floor and climb into bed. Snuggling her into my arms, I spoon her and fall asleep, a smile on my face.
Layla
I wake up the next morning feeling deliciously sore in the best of places.
A small smile plays at my lips as I look at Gabe, who’s still sleeping peacefully beside me.
His long, dark lashes lay against his prominent cheekbones, his nakedness only covered by the sheet that’s somehow managed to creep down, right above his glorious dick that made me come so many times last night.
I’ll give the man props; he knows his way around the female O.
Glancing wistfully one last time at the magnificent specimen of a man before me, tattoos and all, I quietly get out of bed, being careful to not wake him.
I would love nothing else than to have the man between my thighs again, buried deep inside me, making me moan in pleasure.
But I have an early flight to catch back to Chicago.
Quickly as possible, I gather my clothes and get dressed.
I loved everything about last night. Not only was the sex explosive, we connected on a deeper level.
And that’s rare. Usually, I hit it and quit it, then go on my merry way.
But something tells me that this (whatever “this” was) wasn’t like that.
Impulsively, I write a quick note explaining why I left and leave Gabe my number.
Normally, I wouldn’t leave my number. But my intuition says Gabe and I aren’t done.
I head back to my hotel room. I have a flight to catch.
Gabe
The next morning, I wake up and stretch, my morning wood at full mast, a smile on my face.
Last night was… nothing short of amazing.
Reaching over, I go to pull Layla into my arms for a repeat and all I encounter is thin air and cool sheets.
She’s gone. She just up and left? Without saying goodbye?
Wow. I feel a bit used. Then, my eye catches a piece of paper that’s folded up and sitting on the desk.
Getting out of bed, still naked and aroused, I pad over to the slip of paper.
Gabe,
I had an amazing night. I hated to leave you this morning, but I had to catch an early flight back to Chicago. Here’s my number if you ever want to meet up.
-Layla
Well, damn. I would’ve loved another round with her.
Snatching up the note, I add her number to my phone contacts.
And for good measure, I tuck away her note in my wallet.
I’m still extremely happy that I was lucky enough to spend the night with such an amazing woman.
Whistling softly to myself, I get cleaned up and head to the gym.
I’m sure some of the guys are already there.
It wouldn’t hurt for me to spend some time with them off the field.