13. Chapter 13
Chapter thirteen
Gabe
W e’re still in that sixty-nine position I placed us in, with Abbie on top of me.
My hand is on her backside, my intent with that placement is to promise more than a resting palm, I lick Abbie’s clit, and then squeeze her plump, perfect, ass. Her hand flattens on my rock-hard cock and she begins to stroke while her lips find my stomach. My cock expands against my pants, but I refuse to give into the pulse of need burning inside me. I refuse to let my mind go crazy with the idea of her mouth on my cock. Her tongue on my cock. And holy hell, I want her sucking me off, but not now. Now is about her. Which is exactly why I smack her backside and not gently this time. It’s close to a real spanking, but not quite there.
I suckle her and she gasps, arching into my mouth. I add some finger action, working her with such intensity that she ends up laying her head on my stomach, soft, sweet sounds of pleasure sliding from her lips and that’s it. She’s gasping again and then, “Oh God. Oh—Gabe, I—” She spasms around my fingers, the sweet, salty taste of her orgasm on my tongue and I swear when she collapses on top of me, I’m smiling. Orgasm number three, and enough trust to get me a whole lot further than I expected. I roll her to her side and kiss her clit.
She flattens on her back. “Oh God,” she pants out. “What are you doing to me?”
“Not as much as I plan to do to you,” I promise, already naked and rolling a condom down the thick pulse of quite possibly one of the hardest hard-ons I’ve ever had.
She raises up on her elbows, all that red hair wild around her face and shoulders, her breasts high and full, nipples puckered, her gaze raking over my erection before she says, “You spanked me.”
“I gave you a few love taps, sweetheart,” I correct, joining her on the bed, and rolling us both to our sides, my cock pressed into the warm, wet sweet spot between her legs. “When I spank you, you’ll be across my lap and you’ll feel it a whole lot more than you just did.”
“I’m not ever—”
I press inside her, raising her leg to my hip. “Never say never, Abbie,” I say, cupping her ass and driving deep inside her sex, all that wet, tight heat squeezing the hell out of my shaft.
She pants and moans into my mouth as I kiss her, making damn sure she tastes herself on my tongue. There’s going to be a whole lot more of her on my tongue, too. I lick deeper and pump into her. She arches into me and I squeeze her ass. “Tell me what I did made you feel good,” I order.
“You know it did,” she whispers, fingers digging into my shoulder.
I tangle my fingers in those soft red curls of hers. “You liked my hand on your ass. Say it.”
“I’m not—”
I kiss her and thrust hard. “Say it,” I order.
“Why do you want me to say it?”
“Because there’s nothing wrong with owning what you like. There’s nothing wrong with us doing what we like together.”
“Gabe,” she breathes out, a plea to let her off the hook, but I don’t.
“Did you like what I did to you?” I demand.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Do you want me to do it again another time?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Then we agree there’s going to be another time.”
“Yes.”
“That’s what I want,” I tell her, rolling her to her back and driving into her, my mouth on her mouth, my hand on her breasts until that edge of need I’ve been banking won’t be banked anymore.
I press my elbows into the mattress and start thrusting, lifting her knees, pressing them into my chest, and driving harder and faster. She lifts into each thrust of my hips, taking more of me, taking me deeper, the sweet, floral scent of her teasing my nostrils, heating my blood. She wraps herself around me, makes another one of her sweet sounds, and I’m done. She ends me right there. She starts spasming around me and I come, one of those deep, hard orgasms that I feel from my cock and all through my damn body.
She collapses into the mattress and I roll us to our sides, facing each other again and stroke her hair out of her face. “Just to be clear,” I say. “I love my hand on your ass. I love my tongue on your pussy. I love being inside you. I love every fucking thing about fucking you.” I kiss her. “And I want more, which you agreed to, by the way. Don’t say one word that isn’t agreement.”
She laughs and it’s sweet and sexy as fuck. “I know what I said,” she agrees.
“Good. We’re making progress. And I really don’t want to pull out of you, but I have to because of this fucking condom.” I pull out.
We both groan and I roll to the edge of the bed and toss the condom in the trash. Not about to give her time to escape, I stand up and turn to find her sitting up. I pull back the blankets on the bed and snag her hand. “Come here to me.” She comes without argument and in a few quick moves, I have us under the blankets of my king-sized bed, back on our sides facing each other, our legs entwined.
“You gave me four orgasms,” she says incredulously.
“ We gave you four orgasms. We spark together or it wouldn’t have happened. How do you feel?” I ask.
“Relaxed,” she says. “In a very unexpected way.” Her hand flattens on my chest. “Is it bad that I’m in your bed and can barely keep my eyes open?”
“No,” I say. “It’s not bad. It’s good. Turn over.”
Her eyes meet mine, the dim light in the room allowing the growing bond between us to expand. “I didn’t expect—”
“You didn’t expect what?”
“You. I didn’t expect you.”
“That makes two of us. I didn’t expect you either.” I kiss her temple. “Roll over, Abbie.”
She does what I say, and I wrap myself around her and hold tight, in my bed, where I never invite anyone even to fuck, let alone sleep. And I don’t spoon. At least not in a very, very long time. I swore I’d never want to fucking spoon again, and yet here I am, holding onto Abbie, and not wanting to let go. I listen to her breathing and wait for her to sleep but I can hear her mind working.
“What are you thinking?” I ask softly.
“That this is just sex. I’m not going to fall for you.”
I smile against her neck. “Are you trying to convince yourself or me?”
“I have an evil, filthy rich, ex-husband,” she murmurs, avoiding a direct answer.
I press my lips to her ear. “I’m richer than you think and far more skilled with evil assholes than you know, sweetheart.”
“I don’t want to know how rich you are. I don’t have good experiences with men with money. I don’t want you and me in a war with my ex. It doesn’t matter. We’re just having sex.”
“Really fucking good sex,” I add, my voice low, rough, my cock twitching just thinking about being inside her. “So if this is just sex, we’re going to need a lot of it for me to even try to have enough. Go to sleep, Abbie,” I order.
“I don’t want to go to sleep.”
“Why?”
“Because then morning will be here.”
I read where she’s going. She believes morning is the end of us. It’s not. Morning is when I start the process to end her evil, rich, asshole of an ex, and do so with the skills that I learned, and learned well, from my father. Abbie’s in bed with a man capable of saving her and destroying her ex, but I have to be cautious moving forward. If she finds out how much like her ex I am, she might run.