“I don’t hate you, Gabe. I’ve never hated you. It’s not in me to hate you. That’s the trouble with us. We love each other so much that all we do is hurt one another.”
He takes several steps toward me and cups my face in his palms. I try to jerk free but he holds tight, waiting until I meet his gaze. “That’s not the trouble with us, and you know it. This shit hurtsbecausewe love each other, not in spite of it.”
I swallow down the lump in my throat, but tears spill over my lashes regardless. “I can’t keep doing this with you. I can’t keep breaking my own heart every time you decide you want me.”
“I never stopped wanting you, Freckles. I never will.” He sweeps his thumbs across my face, wiping my tears away. “Say you want me too.”
My mouth falls open and I inhale, but I can’t bring myself to say the words. Gabe’s eyes search mine, and even though I can’t say it, he already knows. He’s always known me better than anyone.
Gabe leans in, hovering a fraction of an inch from my lips. Those green eyes search mine, and he lingers there for a slow torturous moment, and then he closes the distance. His mouth covers mine in a hot, wet kiss and I open to him. My tongue skates against his own, insistent and hungry for more. His fingers slide into my hair, and he grips a fistful as he breaks away from my lips and trails hot kisses down my neck. My body comes alive under his, and I finally feel as if I can breathe again, as if allof the pain and heartache of the last few years has vanished, and in its place, is peace.
I tangle my fingers in his hair as he tugs my sweater off my shoulder and takes my nipple in his mouth. I let my head fall back and moan. With impatient, hurried movements, he grabs the fabric and pulls it from my body. I claw at his own sweater, and he yanks it over his head, tossing it to the floor alongside mine. I toe off my Ugg boots and strip down to my panties. Gabe steps out of his jeans and stands before me, his dick proudly saluting the ceiling, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. Slowly, I roll my gaze up to his face. One corner of his mouth tips up in a grin as if he knows what I’m thinking.
“You want my dick, baby?”
I nod and sink to my knees, taking him in my hands. I wrap my fingers around his shaft and stroke from root to tip. A low groan reverberates through his chest. His hand cups the back of my head, guiding me closer. I part my lips and lick the bead of precum from his slit, and then I take him into my mouth with one deep, long pull until he’s touching the back of my throat.
“Holy fuck, Freckles,” he groans and I smile up at him and then close my eyes and suck. His grip tightens in my hair, but he doesn’t fuck my mouth the way he usually would, his entire body tenses with his restraint, and he lets me do all the work. I hollow my cheeks, sucking him with deliberate and torturously slow movements. “Jesus. I have dreamed of this for so fucking long. I have missed your mouth sucking my big fat dick, gorgeous.”
I grin up at him and show him just how much I missed this too. When he’s panting and can no longer resist the urge to coat my throat in cum, he pulls out and strokes my hair as he closes his eyes. He looks like he’s attempting to calm himself, so he doesn’t lose his shit and come all over the plush rug beneath us. I sit back, planting my ass on the floor, my arms out behind me as I spread my legs for him.
Gabe opens his eyes and takes in the scene before him, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He joins me on the floor, his big body hovering over me as he leans in to kiss me. His tongue pushes into my mouth, taking me hungrily, greedily. I wrap my legs around his hips and dig in my heels, pulling him toward me with my thighs. His hard dick presses against me, and he angles his hips slightly so his crown slides against my sensitive clit. I rock my hips in time with his as our kisses grow more messy and fervent.
Too quickly, though, Gabe pulls out of my embrace. A pathetic mewl leaves my lips and his own turn up in a smile as he lowers his head and takes my nipple in his mouth. White-hot pleasure arcs from my breasts and my cunt tightens. Gabe sucks hard and then releases my nipple. Pain shoots through me, and I know I’ll have a bruise there later.
He trails his mouth lower, kissing my ribcage and abdomen, and then he buries his face between my legs, darting out his tongue to taste me. I slide my fingers into his hair and fist it the way he did mine, and then I thrust my hips in time with his laving tongue and ride his face. Heat and pleasure burn within me—love burns within me—and just when I think I’m going to come, he pulls away and sits back on his heels, wipes my juices from his mouth and chin, and then licks his palm clean.Oh, fuck. Is there anything hotter?
“What the hell are you doing? Why did you stop?”
“Payback,” he says with a grin.
I pout. “For what?”
He spits into his hand and strokes his dick as his gaze rolls over me from head to toe. “For making me wait so fucking long to have you again.”
I let my thighs fall open again and slip my hands between them, plunging a finger inside my dripping pussy. “So you’re planning on punishing me? For how long?” I ease my fingerfrom my slippery cunt and stick it in my mouth, licking my juices clean as he watches with rapt attention. I make the mistake of letting my mouth curl into a smile, and Gabe arches a brow and lunges for me, flipping me on my side and pinning me with his weight as he shoves my top leg toward my abdomen. He lines up his cock with my soaking pussy and pushes inside, right to the base.
“Oh, fuck.” I close my eyes to keep them from rolling back in my head.
“I’m gonna punish you all goddamn night, Lo, and probably the next too.” He punctuates that last word with a thrust so deep I swear I see stars. “I’m gonna punish you sweet and slow, for the rest of our fucking lives, just. Like. This.”
He thrusts in and out, fucking me so hard I can’t catch my breath, hitting that sweet spot inside me over and over until I’m crying, panting, and begging him to fuck me harder, punish me more. As my pussy clenches around his cock with my orgasm, Gabe clamps his hand over my mouth to keep me from waking Axl.
He threads his fingers with mine as he jerks inside me and hot, creamy cum floods my pussy. And then he collapses against me, sweaty and panting hard against my back as he wraps me in his big arms, and I am so glad I let him talk me into coming away with him.
It’s almost dawn when I lift my hips and Gabe’s dick slides free of my pussy. My limbs are shaking so hard I’m not sure I have the strength to climb off him, let alone handle the cleanup.What was the point when we’d likely just get messy again anyway?
We’d moved to the master bedroom hours ago, but we were yet to get any sleep. I flop down on the mattress beside himand snuggle in. Gabe lifts his arm and I lie in the crook of his shoulder, his bicep curled around me and my head heavy on his chest. I’m sated and insanely content. Nothing has ever felt so right, and yet, all I can think about is my guilt.Poor Art. He’s sweet, kind, funny, and he deserves better. I’m going to break his heart. I wish I could go back and erase the last few months. I’d undo the night that we slept together after our Christmas party.
Gabe presses a kiss to my temple. “He’ll be okay, Freckles.”
“What?”
“Arturo.”
I stiffen and look up at him through my lashes. “How did you know I was—”
“Because I know you. Should I be insulted that you’re thinking of another man when you’re lying in my arms?”