He was looking at me. And more than that, he was seeing me. 

I was surprised at the eagerness with which I straddled him. My shyness fought against the overwhelming desire to be noticed and adored, and the desire won out fully when he looked up at me from between my legs. 

I knelt over him, exposing my most vulnerable parts to him, and he was watching like I was some kind of sacred object. His eyes flicked to that space between my legs and then back up to my eyes as I looked down at him. “Gotta say,” he murmured. “The view from down here is incredible.”

Heat flowed through my veins as his fingers brushed up the inside of my thighs. “Spread your legs for me, baby. I need you down here.” He touched his tongue and gave a dirty flick that made my heart skip in disbelief that this was happening to me. “Right down on my mouth, please. Yes, you’re really helping me out here, thank you.” He moaned almost as loud as I did when his tongue first touched my overheated skin. I leaned forward and braced my hands on the wall, looking down in utter disbelief at Gabe King’s face between my legs. For a moment I could only assume this was some kind of fever dream brought on from stress.

But then his tongue started moving and that worry fled my brain. Along with any thoughts about professionalism, the fact that his parents were downstairs, the fact that I wasn’t acting like myself at all. Was I really the kind of girl who could strip naked and straddle a former rockstar’s face? Was I really a girl who a former rockstar would even notice?

Up until an hour ago I would have answered no to both of those questions and yet here I was, naked and grinding myself against Gabe King’s tongue as he made appreciative and encouraging noises. The hum of his lips against my clit went straight to my core, making my thighs tense and quake. I braced my hands against the wall, scraping my nails against the plaster as he swirled his tongue around the entrance of my pussy before lapping it in a series of small, perfect thrusts. My whole body was taut and ready, poised at the edge so that when he slid his tongue back up to my clit and flattened it so that the whole of my sex was covered in the warm pressure, it was like a bomb went off under my skin.

“Gabe, shit, Gabe...” My powers of speech dissolved completely, leaving me with nothing but mindless babble to express what I was thinking. Fuck, I wasn’t thinking, I was only feeling the explosion roil outward to my limbs. “Gabe, fuck, Gabe...” Even as the orgasm pulsed through me, I was already greedy for more. More than his tongue could give. I wanted to hear his moans unmuffled. I wanted to watch his face as he sank inside of me and see if he watched with that same rapt attention. 

I wanted to fuck Gabe King more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, still swirling that greedy tongue around. “You do taste as good as you look. I can fucking feel you coming on my tongue. You’re phenomenal, baby, you’re fucking spectacular.” He reached up, bracing my still-quivering thighs, and pressed me down to sit on his chest as the aftershocks of the orgasm he’d just given me ricocheted through my body. “I want to eat you all night long, baby, so take a break.”

“No,” I moaned. 

“No?”

I reached down, trailing my fingers down his chest and stomach. I could feel his muscles quivering with the strain of pent-up desire and when my fingers closed around his length, he let out a moan that sounded more like an explosion. “No,” I said as I began to move my hand in time with his arching hips. “I want to fuck you, Gabe.”

“Christ, you really are phenomenal,” he said as he watched me stroke the outside of his jeans with a reverent gaze. 

I wasn’t experienced at all. My one sexual experience could hardly be counted as experience since it was accomplished in the teacher’s bathroom of Crown Creek High. I never knew if Hal Finley actually liked me or if he was looking for an easy way to get his rocks off, but I had been thrilled enough by his attention that I readily agreed to follow him into the restroom and take off my pants. It had been quick and painful and when it was over, he’d barely looked at me. 

He never looked at me again. 

But Gabe was looking at me, and that knowledge made me bold. With trembling fingers, I unzipped his jeans and helped him shimmy out of them, taking care not to knock his swollen ankles. I paused before I pulled down his boxers and he lifted his head to catch my eye. “You okay?” he asked in a voice suffused with such care and longing that it undid me. 

“I’m good,” I said, and I meant it more than he could ever know. 

When I pulled his boxers down, I had to stop and remind myself that this was not the first time I was seeing his cock. It was just the first time I was seeing it hard and perfect like that. Standing at a ninety-degree angle from his body, it looked so silken and smooth that I was taken with a desire to lick it. I leaned down and kissed the head, surprised at how it felt against my lips. Gabe breathed out a ragged, “Ah!” which only made me want to make him make that sound again. I opened my mouth and closed my lips around him, and he let another “Ah!” escape. Without meaning to I made the same noise in my throat.

I’d always thought of giving a guy head as something passive and subservient, but kneeling over Gabe and drawing those guttural moans from him every time I slid my lips down his shaft was the most powerful I had ever felt. I got greedy, moving faster, little slurping sounds escaping my mouth in my haste to take all of him in. 

I felt his big hands on my head. “Baby, you keep doing that, I’m gonna come in your mouth, and I don’t want to be done just yet,” he groaned, closing my hair in his fists. 

I sat up and he swore. “Fuck, look at you with those swollen lips. Come here and kiss me.”

I crawled up to him and he sealed his mouth to mine in the most bruising kiss of my life. When I blinked back, breathless and gasping, his eyes were darker than I’d ever seen them. “There’s a condom in my nightstand right there,” he rumbled. 

My fingers trembled in excitement, making the process of extracting the foil packet from the package feel like it took eons. “Can you?” I asked him shyly. “I’ve never...”

With a warm smile, he deftly plucked the wrapper from my hand and I watched, fascinated, as he gripped himself and quickly unrolled the condom onto his cock. “You’re gonna ride me, right, baby? Because I’m getting really addicted to looking up at those tits.”

I bit my lip. This was an addiction I could definitely support. With his eyes on me, I felt like the most beautiful thing in the world as I straddled him once again and guided his cock inside of me. “Slowly, baby,” he murmured as I hissed at that first burning stretch. “I’m not in any rush. You make it good for you.”

I nodded and slid myself down in tiny increments, feeling the way he filled and stretched me. He hissed again as I began to move, taking him in with short shallow strokes. “Oh my god,” I breathed as I looked down to where his cock was sliding inside of me. 

“Look at us, baby. We fit so good together,” he said, reaching out and cupping his hands around my ass cheeks, guiding me deeper. When he sank in all the way to the hilt, we both gasped. I could feel him throbbing inside of me, growing even harder.

“Shit,” I whispered, leaning forward. His pubic bone ground into my clit as I started to ride him, gasping. He growled and put his hand on my back, pressing me down so that all the movement was concentrated right in that spot as he somehow thrust upward. I was on top of him, but he was in control, taking me closer and closer to the edge every time we came together. 

“Yes, like that, Jesus, get there, Everly, because you feel too fucking good. Right like that, I can feel you. You’re so tight, fuck, I want you to come on my cock, you hear me?” There was no teasing in his voice now. He was all authority and animal desire. “I’m gonna fuck you like this until you come for me.”

That exquisite friction was driving me out of my mind. I planted my hands on his chest, and I could feel his heart racing under my fingers in a pace that matched my own. “Gabe!” I cried, half begging, half triumphant, and the wave of pressure that had been building broke across me.

I exploded. I fucking lost my mind.

“Gabe!”

I rode him like a wild woman, chasing that incredible sensation as it went on and on, shocking me with its intensity even as I wanted it to go on forever. When I thought it was starting to ebb, I felt his cock twitch inside of me and Gabe roared, sinking his fingers into my hips and pulling me down so hard our bodies slapped together, skin on skin, the drum solo in the concert we were putting on for each other.