30. Alexis
Alexis
Our kiss stays soft at first, but the longer it goes on, the more I lean into him, my hands curling into his shirt.
Gabriel answers each small movement with one of his own, the press of his mouth turning firmer, his hand sliding up to fist in my hair.
When I twist to face him more fully, a low sound rumbles out of him, and the kiss tips into something hungrier.
I never understood why my romance novels made such a fuss about kissing until the first time Gabriel kissed me. Now I get it. It’s as if there’s a switch buried somewhere deep in me that only his mouth can flip, and it works every single time.
His hands settle on my waist, his fingers pressing into my hips like he can barely keep himself in check.
That’s one of the things I love most about being close to him.
I’ve never felt anything half as intense as being in his arms, at his mercy, knowing he could let go at any second and turn all that hunger loose on me.
I shift against him as I feel him hardening, his cock thick and insistent under my ass. There’s no mistaking it, and knowing that I did that to him sends a fresh rush of heat through me.
My heart picks up its pace, my skin prickling as a demanding ache builds between my legs. A quiet moan slips out against his lips, and he groans in answer, his grip tightening.
“You feel that, sunshine?” He rocks his hips up against me, letting me feel the hard length of him through our clothing. I nod, my throat dry, and his eyes hold mine. “That’s what you do to me. Only you.”
The words hit someplace right in my chest, and my breath catches. I press my thighs together as my pussy clenches around nothing, wetness dampening my panties. “I love that,” I whisper, because it’s true. “I love knowing how much you want me.”
“Yeah?” A grin tugs at his mouth, but the heat still burns in his eyes. “You love driving me out of my mind?”
“Maybe a little.”
It comes out breathless as his mouth drops to my throat, his lips teasing the sensitive skin there. My eyes fall shut, my head tipping back to give him access to more of me. His hands move over my body like he can’t get enough, his mouth dragging across my skin and leaving it warm.
“You have no idea what you do to me.” He speaks against my throat, his mouth tracing my jaw on its way back to mine. Then he stops, his gray eyes moving over my face like he’s trying to memorize it. Like I’m something rare he stumbled on and can’t believe he gets to have.
My stomach flutters at both the expression on his face and his words.
Before I can second-guess it, I slide off his lap and turn to face him, sinking to my knees between his legs.
The chair creaks as he leans back to make room, his thighs spreading to let me settle there.
His eyes flash as he watches me, his chest rising and falling hard.
There’s something close to reverent in the way he looks at me, mixed with a raw hunger that nearly undoes me.
“Look at you.” His voice is rough as his hand comes up to cradle my jaw, his thumb brushing my cheek. “You’re going to wreck me, sunshine. You know that?”
A little thrill runs through me, and it hits me in a rush that I want that. I want to wreck this man.
To ruin him for anyone else.
My heart hammers as I run my hands up his thighs, kneading the hard muscle there, and I bite my lip as he groans, the bulge in his pants straining against his zipper.
“I want to go down on you,” I admit, my eyes dropping to that massive bulge. “Can I?”
His breath stutters. “Fuck, sunshine. You asking to suck my cock has to be one of the sexiest fucking things I’ve ever heard.”
“That’s not an answer,” I point out with a coy smile, dragging my nails lightly along the length of his shaft through the fabric. He hisses out a curse, his hips shifting up into my touch.
“Yes,” he grits out. “Fuck, yes. Wrap those beautiful lips around me, sunshine. Suck me off.”
Hearing the rough desperation in his voice almost makes me want to tease him more, but honestly, I can’t wait any longer.
I reach for his zipper, and he grips the arms of the chair, his knuckles whitening as I draw it down and reach inside.
A little sigh escapes me when my hand closes around his cock through the fabric of his boxer briefs.
He watches me, jaw tight, and lets out a slow breath as my palm strokes his hard length with only one layer of fabric separating us now.
Giving him pleasure, being in control even though I’m the one on my knees, is something I had no idea I would like so much. But god, I really fucking do. It’s a turn on like nothing else I’ve experienced yet—and Gabriel has kept his promise of being a very thorough teacher.
I’ve got him in the palm of my hand, literally, and I love seeing and feeling the effect I have on him. The rush of it swells in my chest, and I give him a little squeeze that makes him stiffen, his eyes going heavy as he sinks back into the chair.
“Does that feel good?” I ask.
A breathless laugh escapes him. “Are you kidding? You have no idea.”
His jaw tightens as I reach for the waistband of his pants, and he lifts his hips to help me work them and his boxer briefs down his thighs, freeing his cock.
It’s hard and thick, jutting up toward his stomach, and I lick my palm then wrap a hand around him and stroke, loving the way he swells in my grip, a bead of pre-cum sliding down the head.
Feeling so much bolder than I ever used to be, I lean in and lick it away, teasing the little slit on his crown with my tongue.
“You taste so good.” I lap at him again, and he lets out a rough chuckle.
“Tease.” His voice is hoarse, like he can barely wait to get into my mouth. He’s not the only one.
“You like it,” I shoot back with a smirk.
He grins back, amusement and heat mingling in his eyes, and he’s so achingly handsome like this that it makes my chest go tight.
I part my lips and wrap them around the head of his cock, circling with my tongue.
I’m still learning how to do this, so I take my time, experimenting with different tempos and movements of my tongue and lips as I start to slide my mouth up and down his shaft.
His thigh muscles are like rock under my palms as he watches, and it feeds the ache between my legs as I sink down a little farther.
“There you go.” His voice drops to a hoarse rasp. “Just like that. No rush, sunshine. I’ve got nowhere else I’d rather be.”
I smile around his cock, then draw back to spit on the head before bobbing lower, and his groan of relief goes straight through me.
“Christ, Alexis.” He grunts as I take more of him, watching me with hooded eyes. “Look at you. So fucking pretty. You’re gorgeous like this.”
Heat floods me at the praise, partly because I’m starting to realize that even in the heat of sex, Gabriel never says things that he doesn’t mean.
I’m starting to learn him—the way his thighs flex when I take him deep, the catch in his breath when I trace the underside with my tongue—and every reaction gives me more and more confidence.
I take him as far as I can, letting him hit the back of my throat before swallowing around him.
His hand smooths over my hair and then grips the strands, holding rather than steering.
His breath hitches as I find a rhythm, and his hips jerk upward a little every time I sink back down onto him, meeting me. The flex of his thighs under my hands makes more wetness flood my panties, because I know exactly what it feels like to have the power of those thighs driving his cock into me.
“You’re killing me,” he chokes out as I ease off and stroke him from root to tip, his shaft slick from my mouth. The muscles in his jaw are jumping, his nostrils flared wide as he stares at me, unblinking.
I take him back into my mouth, working the head and humming around him as another bead of pre-cum hits my tongue. The sound or the vibration of it must do something to him, because he raps the knuckles of his free hand against the chair, then drags his fist to his mouth and bites down.
“Fucking hell.” His voice is muffled and strained. “You’re going to make me come before I’m ready.”
I should probably slow down and give him a chance to catch his breath.
Instead, I hold his gaze and take him right back into my mouth because I want to see him lose this fight.
He must be able to read the filthy determination on my face because he groans deeply, his fingers in my hair tightening enough to make my scalp sting a bit.
“Bad girl.” He swallows hard, desire blazing in his eyes. “What are you doing to me?”
Fuck, I thought his praise was a turn on, but hearing him call me a bad girl might be my new favorite thing. My clit throbs in response to his words, and I whimper around his length, hollowing my cheeks as I suck lightly.
“Put your hand between your legs for me,” he demands, as if he can tell how turned on I’m getting. “I’m not gonna let myself come until you feel as good as I do.”
I’m certain I could get him to break that promise—I can tell he’s holding on by a thread—but I follow his command without hesitation, shoving a hand past the waistband of my pants and whimpering as my fingers find my swollen clit.
“That’s my girl.” Gabriel watches the movement of my hand with a greedy gaze, thrusting into my mouth as I keep sucking him.
A jolt of heat shoots through me, and I start to bob my head up and down faster, my fingers working in frantic circles as the heat between us builds and builds.
Gabriel mutters filthy words of encouragement and praise, his low voice filling the room as tears prick the corners of my eyes from the effort of taking him as deep as I can.
It all starts to run together—his rough voice, the weight of his hand at the back of my head, the taste of him, the pleasure climbing under my own fingers.
I whimper, staring up at him through my lashes as my eyes water.
“Christ… Alexis!” Gabriel’s breathing turns ragged, his body tensing as his climax hits.
His groan bounces off the walls as he spills into my mouth, his cock pulsing against my tongue.
I swallow his release, grinding my clit against my hand as my own orgasm blazes through me, stealing my breath and every single thought in my head.
I’m still trembling when he finishes, and I swallow one last time as the salty taste of his cum lingers in my mouth.
I slide my tongue over his length and he shudders, probably sensitive in the aftermath.
Reaching down, he draws me off and lifts me into his lap, gathering me against his chest and tipping my chin up to find my gaze.
I feel his heartbeat, a steady beat that I’m intensely aware of through the connection of our bodies. The rhythm is fast and hard, matching mine, and our eyes stay locked as our heartbeats fall into step and start to slow.
There’s so much in his face—heat, pride, and something almost like yearning underneath it—that it’s hard for me to breathe as I gaze into the depths of his gray irises. Then he palms the back of my head and leans in to press his lips to mine, kissing me like he never wants to stop.
“What are you doing to me?” he breathes against my lips.
He asked that question before, when I had my mouth on his cock, but it sounds different now, more loaded with meaning.
I don’t answer, because I don’t know if I have an answer. All I know is that my stomach feels fluttery, my chest is so full it seems to strain my ribs, and that I never want to leave this perfect little cocoon we’ve created.
As scared as I am of the feeling, of the words I’ve been wrestling with for days, I don’t know how to deny it anymore.
I’m falling for him. And I don’t think I can hide it much longer.