Chapter 27 #2
“Say the word and I won’t, but if you’ll let me, I want to make you feel good, baby. Show you what all those other guys have been stupid enough to miss.”
I have the urge to laugh at that. All is generous. I’ve slept with two men in my entire adult life.
“And if you don’t like it,” Gabe continues, “then I keep exploring until I find something you do like.”
Cheeks flaming, hands fisting the sheets beneath me, I nod. “Okay. You can…proceed.”
I can’t look at him, so I stare at the ceiling. I feel his hair brushing the insides of my thighs, and I squirm as it tickles. But I soon stop moving altogether as he spreads me open and traces a path up my slit with his tongue.
“Relax, baby,” Gabe says. “Let me make this good for you.”
I try to do as he says. Try to force my muscles to unclench. But it isn’t until he does another pass with his tongue that my hips buck involuntarily, and I let out a surprised gasp, fisting the sheets once again.
Holy shit .
He laps and sucks, and I fall victim to the intensity of my building orgasm. Although it’s getting closer, it still feels out of reach.
“Gabe,” I whisper.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I… I need something, um, more?”
Voicing my needs like this is new, but I feel safe doing that with Gabe. He makes me feel safe.
With his thumb, he circles my clit. “Better?”
“Mhm.” I pinch my eyes closed. “Just a little more.”
He slips two fingers inside me, and I bite my lip at the stretch. I try to shift, my instinct being to squirm, but he has me pinned down, which only excites me more.
“How’s that?” he asks.
I nod. “Yes. Good,” I croak. So good .
With his fingers now pumping into me, when he returns his mouth to my clit, my hips buck again. My cheeks flame, but Gabe doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seems to be enjoying himself.
“Oh, God, Gabe. I can’t— I?—”
I squeeze my eyes shut as my orgasm slams into me, covering me in pleasure from head to toe. My thighs tremble, and my hips protest at being held open at this angle, but I don’t care. Because that felt otherworldly .
Or maybe it’s not even the fact that he went down on me. Maybe it’s just that after so many years of thinking I won’t ever get to experience this, sex with Gabe is actually happening , so my body is overwhelmed with pleasure and a giddy kind of euphoria.
Gabe sits up, licking his lips. Licking me from his lips. My knees knock together as I close my legs and push up onto my elbows. I almost ask, What now? But my question is already answered when Gabe slides from the bed and starts removing his pants. Then his underwear.
And then, oh my God , I’m seeing my best friend’s brother naked.
I’ve fantasized about this moment far more than I care to admit, but nothing could have prepared me for the way I would feel when I saw Gabriel Bowman’s cock for the first time.
My thighs press closer together, and the nerves suddenly hit me full-force. This is something we can’t come back from. I mean, he’s seen me. All of me. More than that, though, I think I’m scared by how much I want this. And I want it a lot .
“Hey.” Gabe’s voice is gentle, and my worried gaze meets his. “We can stop, Hallie. If this is too much, we won’t do anything else.”
Moving forward is scary, but… My eyes trail down his body, admiring the muscles he maintains for work, and land on his hard cock. That ache in me grows, and I know that as much as I’m nervous about going all the way, stopping right now would be an absolute crime .
“I don’t want to stop,” I tell him. “I need you.”
In more ways than one. It isn’t simply my body that aches for him, it’s my soul. My whole being. For now, though, I focus on the way an anticipatory shiver runs down my spine as he collects a condom from his bedside drawer.
Gabe places a hand on my bent knee. “Then let me in, baby.”
I scoot up the bed, resting against the pillows, and let my legs fall open again. He wastes no time donning the condom and settling himself over me. Then he kisses me.
With his mouth against mine and our bare skin pressed together, I feel alive. More alive than I’ve ever been before. Maybe it’s the thrill of finally having something you’ve wanted for so long.
“This mouth,” Gabe murmurs. “So soft.”
I wiggle beneath him. “Gabe, please .”
He answers my plea. Lining his cock up with my entrance, he circles it, gathering my arousal. Then he slowly begins to push inside.
“Fuck, Hallie,” he groans. “You’re tight.”
I have a feeling he isn’t just talking about my pussy. My whole body feels coiled with tension, and those pesky worries threaten to creep back in and ruin this. Stop thinking . Enjoy this while you have it .
“Hallie, baby, look at me.”
My eyes snap open, meeting Gabe’s familiar brown irises. He holds my gaze as he continues to ease inside, and my lips part on a silent moan.
He rolls his hips, filling me, and I gasp.
“Let go, Foster. Show me how well you can take me.”
He thrusts again, and I grab the back of his neck, holding him to me. And when he starts to fuck me, I lose what little poise I still had, yielding to my body’s desires.
Bit by bit, my limbs loosen, and I let myself go. I meet his thrusts. I press kisses to his throat when he’s buried deep inside me.
As my release crashes through me, I claw at his back, no doubt leaving marks. Through the shockwaves, I feel Gabe’s pace picking up. He chases his own release, and then he’s coming with a guttural groan that has satisfaction zipping through me.
Slowly, we come down from the high, and he slips out of me. Gabe nuzzles his face against my neck.
“I’ll be right back,” he says. With a quick kiss to my forehead, he heads to the en suite.
I want nothing more than to stay where I am, but if I don’t force myself to the bathroom to clean up and get ready for bed right now, it’s not happening at all. My legs feel a little wobbly when my feet hit the ground, but I scoop Gabe’s t-shirt up from the floor and slide it over my head.
Even though Abbie isn’t here tonight, I still find myself creeping down the hall and quietly shutting the bathroom door behind me. I cringe at my reflection in the mirror. My hair is a disaster, and my makeup is smudged. Great .
I should probably shower, but I’m beyond tired at this point, so I quickly use the bathroom, brush my teeth and wash my face. After I run my brush through my hair to untangle the knots, I head back to Gabe’s bedroom.
When I get back, Gabe is pacing in the middle of the room. He’s wearing his boxers again, but otherwise, his tattoos are on full display. I almost say something about them, tell him how much I like them, but then he turns to face me. My words dry up.
He runs a hand through his hair, which is almost as messy as mine. He looks wrecked, devastated, so similar to that day on the beach. My knees almost buckle at the realization.
“I thought you left.”
My heart cracks wide open. I shake my head. “I’m right here.”
Gabe gathers me against his chest, and with my head resting over his heart, I can hear how fast it’s beating. “Please don’t go.”
Not again .
“I won’t,” I promise.
Not until he leaves me first.