15. Gabriel
15
Gabriel
“ L et’s go home, please,” Lexi said, and my heart skipped a beat at hearing her refer to my place that way.
The hotel episode rattled her, I can tell. Seeing her run to Lena’s room broke my heart. She shouldn’t know my plans for Lucas—hopefully, that jerk will soon learn his lesson. And if not, well, there’s more where that came from.
But Lexi… that’s different. With her, I need to take things slow, build trust, understand what’s going on, and get her out of this mess because no one deserves that, especially not her.
She already took the first step by saying yes to my proposal. After she pulled herself together in Lena’s room, she got back and helped us set up our fake dating plan. The last few hours we spent together were filled with nonstop hugs, smiles, and kisses for everyone to witness. We even had a crazy photo shoot, borrowing clothes from Dominic and Lena and posing all over the hotel. And there were enough sparks and cuddles to make it look like we’d been together for months.
Alice, Dominic’s PR expert, handled the photos. She made sure we had plenty of casual poses at the table, leaning against railings with the city in the background and at the bar. For the tabloids, everyone—except Lexi and me—suggested showing more skin. The solution? A set of paparazzi-style shots taken through half-open curtains from a hotel room balcony. I was bare-chested while Lexi kept her bra on and was mostly covered by my body.
The most incredible thing wasn’t how bravely she played along with everything Alice asked her to do. It was the way she melted into my touch. There wasn’t a flinch, not a hint of hesitation. It felt like she leaned in, her hand lingering on my arm a beat too long after Alice called for the next pose. Maybe it was the dim hotel lighting, or perhaps it was just us, but for a moment, the world faded away, and all that was left was the electricity sparking between us.
A jolt shot through me as I pulled my shirt free, the movement pressing her closer. Heat flared in my chest, a mix of desire and frantic hope that nobody saw the ridiculous bulge betraying my nerves in my jeans. Lexi definitely did.
A few hours later, after cruising through the quiet city streets on a perfect Saturday afternoon, we finally pull up to my place just as the pre-party traffic starts to hum.
I let her out of the car first, and she slips inside the house a couple of steps ahead of me. The ride here was practically silent, but the tension hung heavy in the air, thick as a storm about to break. The smell of her hair lingers in the air, a sweet distraction. My fingers still tingle where they brushed hers earlier. The past few hours were filled with stolen touches, and even without words, I could feel the effect it had on her. Maybe she’ll head straight to her room, or perhaps we’ll grab some dinner first. What I need is a cold shower to cool down this fire before I forget why Lexi’s here—because she’s in danger and needs help. But the biggest threat she’s facing right now is my hands and lips devouring her.
“Make love to me,” she says as she stops in the bedroom doorway, her voice sending a jolt through me. I hear her talking, but my mind races a hundred miles an hour .
“Gabriel,” she breathes, her voice husky. “Make love to me. Please.” As she leans against the wall, her eyes hold not just desire but a raw yearning that goes deeper than the physical. With her lips slightly parted and a blush creeping up her neck, even the raised hair can’t conceal her vulnerability. I’ve learned to read the subtle tremors in her hands, the way her gaze catches mine before flitting away—all signs of the firestorm beneath the surface.
“Don’t you want me?” she asks, her voice turning shaky.
“Not want you? God damn it. Ever since I saw you on camera that night at the Casino, you’ve been playing on repeat in my mind. I’ve been dying to kiss those sassy lips of yours and have you all to myself.”
“I want you to have me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Right now, I’m only sure of one thing. I feel like I will die if you don’t fuck me,” she says, her red lips betraying her desire.
“It’s crazy how beautiful you are. I don’t think I’ll ever forgive you for making me crave you so damn much.”
This desire I’ve been feeling for her is visceral, consuming me completely. It overrides any connection to reality, my professional ethics, and my decision to avoid complications and relationships. In this moment, in this room, it’s just the two of us, our bodies aching for each other’s touch. My woman needs me, and I’m here to fulfill her needs. It’s all that matters right now.
I throw my phone and car keys on the couch and stomp my way over to her in two big steps. She has her hands behind her back, leaning against the wall with her head tilted, watching my movements without speaking. As I walk over to her, she arches her back against the wall, pushing her breasts and hips out. Her whole body is calling out to me. When I lift her, her legs instinctively wrap around me, and I’m immediately enveloped in the warmth of her body and the intoxicating blend of perfume and pheromones. I press my body against hers, pinning her against the wall. I try to lock eyes with her before my lips devour hers, and my tongue takes over her mouth, eager for her taste.
I can hear her breathing getting heavier. I lift her ass to bring her head up. My cock hardens, poking through my jeans. I want to keep her ass away from my bulge a little longer. I press her head against the wall with mine until she can’t move anymore. She can just feel my hot breath against her lips as she prepares to feel me deep inside her.
“Are you sure?” I ask again, worried she’s rushing into this.
“Does this feel wrong?” she whispers, her fingertips tracing a path down my cheek, lingering at the dip of my jaw before sending shivers down my neck with a brush against my skin. Her gaze meets mine, intense and searching, then dips to my lips before returning. “Because for me,” she continues, her voice barely a breath, “nothing has ever felt more right. Don’t you dare let go of me, Gabriel!”
Every cell in my body craves her. Our lips collide, and she teasingly nibbles on mine before letting me in. I explore her mouth with my tongue, savoring her sweet taste, and she responds with a deep moan. She willingly surrenders, her hands gripping my hair, urging me to go deeper, to consume her completely. I can’t hold back anymore—I need to be deep inside her, feel her vibrate and scream.
I spin around with her in my arms, throwing my shoulder against the bedroom door, and shove it open with a bang. Gently lowering her onto the bed, I watch her wrap herself around me like a magnet, crushing her lips against mine.
I’m dying to go down on her. I strip her out of her jeans, almost ripping off her tiny lace panty. Getting her to lie down again, I move her to the edge of the bed and can’t help but drool as I see her beautiful pussy .
Lexi’s back arches off the bed as I tease her clit, circling my finger around it. She moves and moans, so I hold her still with one hand as I slide two fingers inside her. “Gabriel!” she shouts, almost breathless, tightly gripping my fingers with her pussy as she repeats my name. The more she moans, the harder I go. Lexi grabs me, digging her nails into my shoulder. As her voice gets shaky, I can tell she’s on the edge of completely losing control. I go hard on her clit until I feel her pulsating around my fingers.
I let her catch her breath as I look at her flushed face. This was just the beginning. I won’t stop unless she wants me to. But her eyes tell me she craves more. I’ll be kicking myself in the morning for breaking my own rules. But that moment is still far off, and the woman lying on my bed opens her eyes and signals with her finger that I should come closer. I still have my clothes on, and she still has her top. I can see her daring nipples poking through the thin fabric of her blouse.
“Take your clothes off,” she demands. “I’ve seen you naked before, remember?” she says, giggling.
Just her light touch on my shoulders, trailing fingers and nails, and I’m harder than I’ve been in ages. With a quick flick, I undo my shirt buttons and toss it to the floor. My jeans unzip next, and I lower onto my elbows beside her. She playfully traces my chest, teasing my nipple.
“You should know your timeout is over,” I warn her, reaching for the nightstand drawer where I keep the condoms. I throw one on the bed between us.
“And what are you going to do to me next?” she asks, licking her lips.
“Mmm, for now, your breasts seem to crave my attention. And then we’ll continue until I hear your breath catch and your voice calling out my name. We won’t stop until you scream my name one last time as you finish, wrapped tightly around my cock. ”
Lexi raises her arms, silently urging me to help her out of her blouse. Her fingers trace over her breasts, enticing me to touch her. I grip her wrists and hold them above her head, my hardness pressing against her thigh. Still in my jeans, I tease one nipple with my lips and teeth, drawing a scream from her lips. Switching to the other, I drive her wild, and soon, she’s writhing and begging for more. “Take me, Gabriel. I want you to fuck me.”
I guide her to the center of the bed, ditch my jeans and boxers, and quickly put on the condom. Spreading her legs, I admire her beautiful, reddened pussy from my touch. “Hold still and let me in. I’ll guide you later. Just follow my hands and my body, and let me take you to pleasure.”
She settles down and pushes her hips up, planting her heels firmly. I position myself against her hips, my cock teasing her slit. She shudders and moans but stays put, arms still up even though I let go. Leaning down to her mouth, I softly nibble on her scarred lip. She opens her mouth, and I feel her eager tongue seeking mine. Sliding my tongue into her mouth, we lock together as I draw in her breath.
I can feel her tense up and resist at first as she squeezes me with her legs. She’s wet and hot from the havoc my mouth wreaked on her earlier. I reach down and spread her legs with one hand. Her eyes open wide as she digs one hand into my back and the other into the sheet. I’m deep in her mouth with my tongue while my cock pushes into her pussy. My next thrust is longer and deeper, going all the way until I’m fully inside her.
“Now comes the good part, baby. Just let go of everything you’re holding back. I’m going to go deep inside you until I feel you explode. I won’t stop until you’re done. You hear me? ”
She nods and touches her mouth, hooking a finger on her lip, then wraps herself around me, lifting her ass off the bed. “Just fuck me,” is all she can say before I make her come.
A few seconds later, she lets out the first “Gabriel,” then throws her head back and continues screaming my name, crashing into me. She calls out my name again, but this time, there’s an intense yearning in her voice.
I thrust my hips, going even deeper. Her nails scratch my back, and she pushes herself into me, making me lose my mind. She shudders as the rhythm intensifies, her hips moving faster and faster. I give her nipple a light bite, and she yells my name loudly. Her orgasm hits like a volcano, leaving me gasping for air.
I wrap my arms around her tightly, feeling every tremble, every shiver, as she lets go completely. Then I fill her up, moaning as my cock throbs inside her. The pleasure is so powerful that my body spasms repeatedly, lasting for what feels like an eternity. We both breathe wildly, intertwined. I pull away, and her perfect, sexy lips let out a satisfied Gabriel sigh, while her warm breath lingers against my skin.