CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Gabe
The sun has set by the time we arrive at my townhouse. Lust hammers through my veins as we head up the walkway to my door, the girl next to me wreaking havoc on my barely restrained control. I’ve been thinking about this all week. The moment when we will finally be alone and I can touch and taste every inch of her.
Tiny strands of hair still cling to the sides of her neck and the fabric of her outfit is still damp, showcasing all the incredible curves she possesses beneath it.
Pride fills my chest as I recall the way she fought back against my brothers, and I have to admit she got Luis damn good. She garnered a lot of respect from my family tonight and even more from me. Hell, even Abuela was smiling by the time it was all said and done. She fit right in.
She belonged there.
As we take our final steps toward the door, her sweet scent invades my nostrils, every brush of her shoulder burning me from the inside out.
Unlocking the door, I motion for her to walk in then flick on the lights. She slips off her heels and walks in further to explore.
My place is low-key. Simple. Far from what she’s used to but it’s mine. A place I bought on a foreclosure and fixed up.
“How long have you lived here?” she asks.
“About four years.”
“I like it.” She walks around the coffee table, dragging her fingers along the shiny wood. “It suits you. It’s…manly.”
“Well, I do like to do ‘manly’ things.”
Smiling, she approaches the fireplace and picks up a picture of my brothers and me at my cousin’s wedding last summer. “Your mom sure has her hands full with you boys.”
I move in behind her, curling my arms around her waist and brushing a kiss on her cheek. “She can handle it. She’s tougher than all of us put together.”
“Agreed,” she says, relaxing back against me. “I had a really nice time tonight. Thank you for inviting me.”
“Anytime, Blondie, but I think we need to work on your Spanish before the next family function.”
She laughs, the sound vibrating against my chest. “I can’t believe those little fuckers did that to me. I thought your poor grandma was going to have a heart attack.”
“Abuela knows how they are. She can handle it.”
She turns to face me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I pull her in close, my hand resting just above the curve of her ass.
It’s the perfect fit.
“Teach me something in Spanish,” she whispers.
I lift a brow, surprised by her request. “Now?”
“Yes, now.”
“What do you what to know?”
“Hmm,” she muses for a moment before gracing me with a sassy smile. “How about, ‘I think you’re hot.’”
“Yo creo que tú estás buenísimo.”
“Aw that’s so sweet of you to say, thank you,” she teases, finding herself fucking hilarious.
I grunt. “I already told you that’s why I call you Bella.”
“Mmm, yes, you did.” She presses a kiss on my lips, keeping the contact brief. “I love it when you call me that. So much so that I’ve been considering changing my name.”
“Don’t do that, Blondie. No one calls you that but me.”
A smile claims her pretty lips, her eyes holding mine. “Yo creo que tú estás buenísimo.” She repeats the sentence back to me, her voice low and sultry, spiking the blood in my veins.
“You only ever say that to me, understand?” The possessive warning comes out on a growl; the thought of anyone else being on the receiving end makes me see red.
“Always you.” Lifting to the tips of her toes, she teases my lips with hers, barely touching. My hands curl into the damp fabric of her outfit and it takes every ounce of control I possess not to rip it from her body.
The space between us thickens with need, my hunger for her growing by the second.
“How do I say ‘kiss me?’” she whispers.
If my dick wasn’t already hard, the warm breath fanning my lips sealed the deal. My hands smooth over her ass, cupping the supple flesh. “Bésame.”
Her eyes are focused on mine, the magnetic pull between us stronger than ever. “Bésame.” The one word falls on a heated plea and shreds the remainder of my control.
Growling, I close the remaining distance between us, my lips claiming, possessing—dominating. Just like I plan to do to the rest of her.
Sexy moans purge from her throat and I inhale every one of them, becoming intoxicated by my own raw need.
She tugs up my shirt, her fingers urgent. I lean back just enough to help her clear it over my head then we’re mouth to mouth again. Her hands explore my chest, descending lower, my abs twitching beneath her heated palms. She reaches the button of my jeans and wastes no time flicking it open.
“Goddamn, Bella. You need it as bad as I do, don’t you?”
“Probably more,” she confesses.
There’s no fucking way. I need her as much as the air I breathe.
Just as my hands move to the straps of her outfit, she drops to her knees before me. Lust seeps into my blood with heated force as she gazes up at me, seduction raging in her eyes.
Harboring a wicked grin, she tugs my jeans down just enough to release my aching cock. A hiss yanks from my throat as her fingers wrap around the length of me, firmly stroking from base to tip. Her pink tongue darts out to wet her lips, teasing me—taunting.
“Don’t fuck with me right now, CeCe. Put it in your mouth.”
The order only seems to amuse her. “Impatient, Gabe?”
“I’m always impatient when it comes to you.”
Her smile softens seconds before she leans in and takes me deep inside her hot, wet mouth.
“Carajo!” Fuck me. The heated curse leaves me on a rush, my knees threatening to buckle at the way my cock feels against her firm tongue.
My fingers thread through her hair as she takes me as far as she can go before sucking her way back to the top.
“Good girl, suck my dick, just like that,” I groan.
She shifts on her knees to move closer, eager to please. Her tongue swirls around the tip, giving me a show before taking me deep again.
“Goddamn, Bella, that’s good,” I grit, my jaw tight with restraint. “You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth.” My fingers tighten in her hair, tugging her head back to take me even deeper.
She whimpers around my shaft, her breathing turning shallow.
“More?” I ask, my voice rough.
She hums her response, the need reflecting in her eyes matching the one hammering through my blood.
My hips surge forward, the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat as I pump myself deep. She relaxes her jaw, relinquishing all control to me.
“That’s my girl, take me. All of me.”
She does. Every single fucking inch. Her cheeks hollow, sucking me harder as I thrust with quick, hard strokes.
When I feel myself getting close, I try to pull back but she doesn’t let up. “I’m about to explode, Blondie. If you don’t want my cum down your throat you better pull back.”
She moans, hungry for it.
Fire licks down my spine at her eagerness and I come on a roar, my cock pulsing as she takes every last drop from me.
It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed.
She releases me from the heat of her mouth and licks her lips with a sassy little smile.
It only feeds the dark hunger that continues to rage inside of me. Reaching down, I pull her to her feet and spin her around, bringing her back against my chest.
Her shoulders rise and fall with heavy breaths as I brush her straps down her arms, pushing the one-piece outfit to her waist. My hands coast up her flat stomach, moving to the front clasp of her bra. With a deft flick of my fingers, the heavy weight of her tits tumbles into my waiting hands.
Moaning, she drops her head back on my shoulder, arching into my touch.
I lift my finger to her mouth, slipping it between her lips. “Suck.”
Her tongue curls around it, much the same way it did my cock, then I use it to tease her tight little nipple, feeling the pebble harden further.
“Gabe.” My name falls past her lips on a heated moan.
I turn my mouth to her ear, lips brushing the soft skin. “Put your hands on the mantel.”
A shiver works down her spine as she follows the order. I finish pushing her clothes past her waist, the soft material pooling at her feet.
“Step out.”
She obeys.
“So compliant tonight, Bella.”
“You have no idea just how compliant I can be if I know I’ll be rewarded by you,” she admits, her breathing quick with anticipation.
“Trust me, baby, you’re going to be rewarded.”
I kick her feet apart, widening her stance. It earns me another deep moan. I press my lips to her shoulder, trailing them down her spine until I’m kneeling behind her. Her pretty ass that’s minimally covered in pink lace beckons me. My fingers slip beneath the edge, inching them down her legs.
I cup the firm round globes, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. “Fucking beautiful, just like the rest of you.” Rearing my hand back, I land a resounding smack to her creamy flesh.
Her cry explodes through the room, echoing through every cell in my body.
“And it’s even prettier bearing my handprint,” I murmur, soothing over the angry red mark.
“Again.” The one word is delivered on panting breaths as she pushes back, seeking more.
I give her what she wants, laying another one to the other cheek.
Another scream tears from her, fueling the need racing through my blood. Turning, I situate myself between her legs, her bare pussy inches from my mouth, glistening with need. I use my fingers to spread her open, the sweet smell invading my senses.
“Please.” The plead quivers past her lips, her desire colliding with my own.
“You want my mouth on your pussy again, baby?”
“So bad,” she moans, thrusting her hips toward my face.
My finger dips into her narrow slit, stroking her pulsing clit. Her body trembles, hips bucking toward my waiting mouth.
“Stop torturing me, Gabe.”
Her begging is my undoing. I bury my mouth against her flesh, the taste of her exploding on my tongue and rushing through my veins.
“Yes!” Her fingers drive into my hair, twisting in a tight grip as she fucks my mouth, shamelessly taking what she wants.
I devour her like a fucking animal, my tongue passing over her clit to spear her tight little hole while my finger moves behind her, teasing that forbidden entrance.
“Oh shit!” Her knees almost buckle, fingers tightening further in my hair. “I can’t hold off. I’m going to come.”
The warning yanks a growl from my chest. I lick back to her clit, my lips closing over it the same time I press my hovering finger inside of her tight ass. The combination sends her over the edge.
Her cries of pleasure invade my chest, filling a part of me that I never knew existed. A deep place only she can reach.
Once her tremors subside, I kiss my way up her body, cherishing every patch of skin until I’m on my feet. My fingers curl behind her neck as I take her mouth in a heated kiss, the taste of her mingling on my tongue.
“See how good you taste, Bella. I could eat your pussy for hours and never tire of it, but right now I need to be inside you.”
Bending down, I grab the backs of her legs, lifting her off her feet. Her knees hug my waist, bare pussy gliding along my stomach as she skims hot kisses across my jaw.
My steps are quick as I hurry toward the stairs, ready to toss her down on my bed and sink myself into her. I only make it to the second step when she wiggles down on me, her slick center teasing the tip of my cock. “Gabe, here—now,” she moans.
A growl rips from my chest as I throw her to her back and drive myself deep inside of her. Fire explodes through my body, her gasp and my groan mingling in the hot air between us.
“Damn, Blondie. I swear you were made just for me.”
“It’s so good,” she moans.
“So fucking good.”
With one hand braced on the stair above her head, I fuck her hard and fast, unleashing the hunger that’s been building for her all week.
Every day.
Every second.
I crave her.
She takes every inch of me, screaming for more while her nails claw into my shoulders.
“You love it when my cock is pounding this pussy?”
“God yes.”
The admission only serves to drive my need for her further. Our bodies slap against each other, tongues dueling in a furious battle of domination. Her heat grips me, loving every hard, frantic thrust I deliver. It pulls me closer to the edge, one I can’t hold off for much longer.
“You with me, Bella?” I grit as I fight to restrain myself.
She gazes up at me, her eyes locked with mine. “I’m with you.”
Everything in this moment changes. Our gazes never stray from one another as we both propel over the steep edge. The sounds of our pleasure and need merge together in a fire so hot there’s no way either of us will be the same after this.
I break the connection first, burying my face in her neck as I try to comprehend what the hell she’s doing to me. To understand the feelings she evokes.
She hugs me close, anchoring me in a place I could live in forever.
Once we catch our breaths, I scoop her back up into my arms and finish carrying her up the stairs, heading right into the shower. There, I wash her body, worshiping, exploring, and memorizing every angle and curve.
Guilt floods me at the rug burn on her back, my fingers gently grazing the angry red mark. “Does it hurt?”
“No,” she murmurs, resting back against me. “But even if it did it was well worth it.”
Satisfied with that response, I finish washing her then carry her to bed. She curls into me, resting her head on my chest.
Minutes pass as we lie together in comfortable silence, my fingers skimming up and down her soft skin while hers drag across my chest. Eventually, she reaches for my free hand and slides her palm over mine, twining our fingers together.
“Want to know one of the things I love most about us?”
“What?” I murmur.
“How our skin looks against one another’s,” she says quietly. “Your warm tone against my light one.”
I never really noticed before but now that she’s mentioned it, I see the startling contrast. Her flawless porcelain skin against mine is significant—perfect.
“It’s pretty cool,” I agree. Though, I think everything about us is awesome.
“It’s more than cool, it’s beautiful,” she whispers, changing the moment to something more.
I flip her over and settle between her parted legs, my hard body pressing into her soft one. “That’s because you’re beautiful, every perfect inch of you.” My lips touch hers in a brief caress.
Smiling, she lays her hand against my face. “Want to know what else I love about you?”
“My awesome personality and sexy as hell body?”
Her giggle drifts through the air, washing over me like my favorite melody. “Besides those.”
“What, Bella?” I ask, amused.
“It’s going to sound a little weird but I have this really bizarre fascination with your jaw,” she says, dragging her fingers along the underside of it. “I don’t know what it is but I have this insane urge to bite it.”
The strange admission has a laugh barreling from my chest.
“I’m serious. It’s an amazing jaw line. Totally GQ worthy.”
“Well, if it’s any consolation, I am fascinated with your ass and always have the urge to touch it.”
“Geez, thanks,” she returns with a heavy dose of sarcasm but a laugh tumbles out with it.
My fingers lift to her parted lips, tracing the outline. “But your smile is my favorite.”
Her mouth softens into the exact smile I’m talking about, making me feel things I can’t understand.
“That was a good one, Fireboy,” she whispers, pulling me down for a kiss.
Within seconds, I’m on fire for her again. Reaching between us, I grasp my cock and slip it between her wet folds, finding her ready. This time I enter her much more gently, slowly filling her inch-by-inch.
Her breath catches, nails biting into my back. “God, I love the way you feel inside of me.”
If she only knew how I felt. The constant need I harbor isn’t only for her body but also for her smile, laugh, and heart.
The thought has me voicing words to her that only I can understand. “Me estoy enamorando, Bella, muy profundamente.”
Her expression softens as she gazes up at me. “You’re not going to tell me what you just said, are you?”
My only response is a smirk.
One day, I will repeat those words to her in English but not yet. Instead, with every stroke, kiss, and touch, I show her what I’m not able to bring myself to say.