Page 88 of The Trouble With Us

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I laugh, because he couldn’t possibly have said what I think he just said.Could he?

“I love you,” he whispers, almost as if it’s a confession I’m not supposed to hear.

I study those bright green eyes for some indication that he’s toying with me, but the raw honesty, the vulnerability in his gaze hits me right in the feels. I lean forward and mash my lips to his. It’s clumsy, awkward as fuck, and I’m pretty sure I banged his nose up good, but Gabe’s arms pull me closer and I no longer care that I’m kissing my best friend because ...I’m kissing my best friend.

I climb into his lap and his hands slide beneath my dress to cup my ass. I rock my hips against his erection, desperate to lose control, desperate to feel him inside my body, filling me up, the way he’s always been inside my heart.

“I love you too,” I whisper breathlessly.

He grips the globes of my ass slamming my body down on top of his and rocking me in time with his thrusting hips. “Mmm, fuck. You feel so fucking good.”

The friction of his cock against my soaked panties, causes me to cry out. He gathers my panties in a bunch and rips them away with his hand, the elastic snaps back against my swollen flesh before falling away, but Gabe snatches them up and brings them to his nose, inhaling deeply. A laugh bubbles up my throat. He stuffs them into the couch beside him and then his hand slips under my dress again. His thumb slides over my slick pussy, teasing my clit with hands that are far too sure, that know me too well even though this is unchartered territory for us. My legs shake as I sit astride him, and when he leans forward, devouring my breast with his hot, slick mouth the first waves of orgasm build within me.

Too soon, Gabe withdraws his hand and licks my honey from his fingers.

I pout and a whimper escapes me.

“Don’t worry, Freckles. I’m about to bury myself so deep inside you that you’ll be feeling me for days to come.”

“Yes. Oh god, yes, Gabe. Please?”

I lift my hips as he unfastens his jeans and slides them down around his ankles. He tugs off my dress, exposing me to the chilly air of the private courtyard, and then his hands are in my hair, his lips on mine, and my skin is flush with his.

“Jesus,” he says when he pulls away to breathe. “I’ve wanted this hot little pussy for so fucking long.” He punctuates each word by thrusting his hard length against my wet lips.

“Gabe, stop fucking tormenting me. Put me out of my goddamn misery because as long as you’ve been wanting me, I promise I’ve been there a lot longer.”

He pauses, his eyes crinkling in the corners as he studies my face. “How long?”

“Since the day we met.”

“Goddamn it, me too. We’re fucking idiots.”

I chuckle, but he uses that time to position himself at my entrance and thrust inside and I’m finding it suddenly difficult to breathe, let alone speak.

He moves inside me, slowly at first. Letting me adjust to his size and when I roll my hips against his, Gabe holds my wrists in just one of his hands and uses the momentum to fuck me, deep, hard, and so much rougher than he ever has in all my fantasies. And I love every goddamn second. Heat builds within me, my senses tumble into the abyss and I come harder than I ever have.

“Christ. You’re so fucking beautiful, Freckles. I gotta taste your cunt. I want you creaming in my mouth.”

He lifts my hips off his and I stand on shaking legs, staring at my juices still glistening on his dick. “Oh, god, Gabe. Your mouth is killing me.”

A deep chuckle emanates from his chest. “Not yet, baby, but it’s about to give you all kinds of little deaths. Now, sit your ass up on top of my couch and spread your legs. I wanna see you before I fuck that pussy with my mouth.”

I pant and scramble to do as he says, planting my ass on the back of his sofa, I lean into the wall behind me and spread my thighs. He tugs his cock with a rough hand and then lowers himself onto the outdoor rug, leaning toward me. His arms wrap around my thighs and pull me closer, so I’m resting on the very edge of the headrest. Gabe splays my pussy apart, bowing his head to get a closer look.

“Mmmhm. Fucking perfect,” he growls.

I bite my bottom lip and thrust my pelvis forward, so ready for him to take me with his tongue, his hands, his cock, anything as long as I get to come again. “Please, Gabe.”

“Does your greedy little pussy want my mouth?”

I slide my hand between my legs and rub my clit. “Yes. Oh God, yes!”

“What about my fingers?” He slips two inside and pistons them in and out, fucking me hard. I moan, so desperate to come again. Hungry for more of him. Just when I’m close, he pulls free of my body and plunges his fingers in my mouth, forcing me to taste the arousal he’s responsible for. So I give him a show of my own, sucking my juices from his fingers as if I were sucking his cock. Gabe’s smile is wicked as he pulls his fingers from my mouth. He leans forward and darts out his tongue, licking me from opening to clit, but I’ve had enough of his teasing. I rake my fingers into his hair and hold him still while I fuck his face. A deep moan comes from my best friend, and when he wraps his arms around the outside of my thighs and draws me even closer, I know he’s enjoying this as much as I am.

Gabe eats pussy like a starving man at a banquet, his tongue, lips, and fingers are everywhere and when my orgasm rocksthrough me he holds on tighter, forcing me to endure another bone-melting release. The pleasure is too much, the delicious pain too much, and with shaking limbs, I push him away so I can breathe.

“Stop,” I pant. “I can’t.”


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