Chapter 11
Marshall
I break the kiss and pull back. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, and the terrace tilts slightly under my feet.
“Marshall,” Gabriel breathes against my mouth. “We shouldn’t.”
“Yeah,” I nod, my forehead still pressed to his. “You’re right, we shouldn’t.”
We both lean in at the same time.
His mouth crashes into mine, and I’m done pretending I have any control over this. My hands slide into his hair, and I angle his head so I can kiss him deeper. He makes a sound in the back of his throat, and it goes straight to my cock.
Gabriel’s the one who breaks it this time, turns his head to the side. “We should stop.”
“We should.” I’m panting as if I just ran a mile.
He looks at me, his whiskey eyes dark, his lips red and swollen. There’s a flush spreading down his neck, disappearing under the collar of his shirt.
I can’t help it. I lean in and kiss him again.
Gabriel responds immediately, his tongue sliding against mine. His hands fist in my t-shirt, pulling me in, closing the last bit of space between us.
When we finally break apart, we’re both breathing hard. Gabriel’s chest rises and falls rapidly against mine.
“This is just a distraction,” he murmurs against my lips.
The words should sting. They should remind me that I’m just a substitute, a way for him to forget about Blaine fucking Ashford. But I’m too far gone to care.
“Yeah, okay.” I grip his hips, my thumbs pressing into the soft fabric of his shirt.
I kiss under his jaw, dragging my lips down the column of his throat. His pulse hammers under my mouth, and I feel the vibration of his groan against my lips. I kiss lower, to where his neck meets his shoulder, and bite down gently.
“Fuck,” Gabriel breathes.
I pull back just enough to look at him. “What do you want?”
His hand slides down my chest, over my stomach, and cups me through my pants. I’m rock-hard, and the pressure of his palm makes me groan.
Gabriel’s eyes flash with hunger. He spins us around with surprising strength, pressing me back against the stone column. The rough texture digs into my shoulders through my t-shirt, grounding me.
He looks wrecked. His pupils are blown wide, the whiskey color now almost swallowed. His cheeks are flushed pink, and his lips are so swollen I can’t stop staring. The afternoon sun catches in his hair, turning the brown to gold, and for a second I can’t breathe.
Then he gives me a heated look and slowly sinks to his knees.
My hands fly to his hair, pushing into the silky strands. “Gabriel—”
He maintains eye contact the entire way down. His hands slide from my chest to my hips, then to my thighs. When he’s on his knees in front of me, he leans forward and mouths my erection through the fabric of my pants.
“Fuck.” The word punches out of me.
He does it again, his mouth hot and wet through the linen, and my hips jerk forward. Gabriel looks up at me with an expression that’s pure sin.
“Can I suck you?”
My brain short-circuits. For a second, I can’t form words. I can only stare down at my stepbrother on his knees in front of me, asking permission to put his mouth on my cock.
“Are you sure?” I manage.
“Please, Marshall.” His fingers curl into my thighs. “I need—”
He doesn’t finish the sentence, but I hear what he’s not saying. He needs to forget. He needs to lose himself in something other than thinking about Blaine.
Fuck.
I can’t say no when he’s begging like that.
I give him a subtle nod, and his hands go to the drawstring of my pants. He pulls the bow loose, then hooks his fingers into the waistband and pulls them down to my thighs.
The warm summer air hits my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat of Gabriel’s breath through my underwear. He leans forward and mouths my cock through the thin cotton, and I have to brace one hand against the stone column to keep myself upright.
Gabriel pulls back just enough to look at the outline of my erection, and the expression on his face is intoxicating. There’s hunger there, yes, but also something like awe. He leans close and breathes in through the fabric, and the whimper that escapes him is so sweet it makes my chest ache.
I reach down and grip the base of my cock through my underwear, squeezing. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes.” Gabriel’s eyes snap up to mine. “Please, Marshall.”
I curse under my breath and let go, giving him permission without words.
Gabriel hooks his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and pulls them down slowly. My cock springs free, and I watch his face as he takes in the sight of it.
He licks his lips.
Then he leans forward and starts covering my cock with soft kisses along the shaft, from base to tip and back again. It’s torture. Sweet, agonizing torture that has my hands clenching in his hair.
“Gabriel,” I warn.
He gives me a long lick from base to tip, dragging his tongue over my heated skin, and I growl. The sound is animalistic and possessive, and it reminds me that we’re outside. In open air. Anyone on the lake could look over and see us.
I open my mouth to suggest going inside, but Gabriel chooses that moment to take the head of my cock in his mouth and suck.
“Fuck, baby, that’s it.” The words spill out before I can stop them.
I called him baby. I called my stepbrother baby. But Gabriel doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, he sucks harder, cheeks hollowing, lips stretching obscenely around my girth.
I know I’m too big. I’m always too big. Rachel used to complain constantly about how she could barely take half of me in her mouth before gagging. But Gabriel doesn’t look bothered. He looks blissful.
He grips the base with one hand, using the precum and his saliva as lube while he strokes me and takes me deeper. The dual sensation of his hand and his mouth is overwhelming.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” I tell him. “Taking so much.”
Gabriel makes a humming sound around my cock that sends vibrations through me. He keeps going, taking me deeper and deeper, his eyes rolling back in his head as the head of my cock hits the back of his throat.
He doesn’t gag.
He just takes more.
“Jesus Christ.” I grip his hair tighter, not pushing, just feeling the way his head bobs as he starts to suck me in earnest. “You’re so good at this.”
Better than anyone I’ve ever been with. And I don’t want to think about how much practice he’s had, how many men he’s done this with, because the jealousy that surges through me is too intense to handle right now.
Gabriel takes me even deeper, his nose nearly touching my pelvis, and I realize that he doesn’t have a gag reflex. Or if he does, he’s trained himself past it.
“Fuck, baby, you’re taking all of me.” My voice is so wrecked, even I can barely recognize it. “No one’s ever—”
No one’s ever been able to take me this deep. No one’s ever wanted to. But Gabriel looks like he’s exactly where he wants to be, his eyes closed in bliss.
The sight is too much. The feel of him is too much. My orgasm is approaching faster than I want it to. I don’t want this to end. It feels too good. He feels too good.
“Gabriel.” I tug on his hair gently, trying to warn him.
Instead of pulling off, he reaches up and cups my balls in his palm, rolling them gently, and that’s what does it.
I come with a growl, not caring that anyone passing in a boat might hear me or see us between the trees.
My vision goes white around the edges, and my whole body goes rigid.
I pulse in Gabriel’s mouth, feel him swallowing everything I give him, and the knowledge that he’s taking all of me, not pulling away, sends another wave of pleasure through me.
Gabriel looks lost in it as he swallows, his eyes half-lidded, his throat working. He doesn’t stop until I’m completely spent, until my cock starts to soften in his mouth, and I’m trembling against the column.
When he finally pulls off, he licks his lips and looks up at me with an expression I can’t read.
My legs are shaking, and my vision is still blurry. I let my head fall back against the stone and close my eyes, trying to catch my breath and come down from the high.
I don’t know how long I stand there. Maybe a few seconds. Maybe a minute. When I finally open my eyes and look down, Gabriel is standing in front of me.
He leans in close, his lips brushing my ear. “Thanks. I needed this.”
Then he turns and walks back into the house, leaving me alone on the terrace with my pants around my thighs and my heart pounding in my chest.
I stare at the closed door for a long moment, my breath still coming hard.
What the fuck just happened?
I pull my underwear and pants back up, my hands clumsy as I tie the drawstring. My legs are still unsteady, and I have to lean against the column for support. There’s only one thought circling through my head.
My stepbrother just gave me the best blowjob of my life.