She frees my cock from my boxers. There are no soft, lingering, exploratory touches of her hand or tongue. She immediately takes it in her mouth, engulfing me in a mind-numbing wet heat.
Fucking A…this is Heaven.
I wind my fingers into her sleep-tangled hair and fight my body’s urge to thrust up and my conscience screaming at me to stop her.
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
This is so wrong.
But fuck, does it feel good…
Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back and try to just savor the blissful suction and attention she’s giving me. But, when her free hand slides into my boxers and cups my balls, I can’t fight it anymore. I drive up into her mouth, the head of my cock pushing against the back of her throat.
She moans around me and swallows while she swirls my balls in her hand. I almost come on the spot.
White stars explode against my eyelids, and a tingle shoots from my tailbone straight to my cock.
I’m close…so damn close.
I need to be inside her.
Coming down her throat isn’t enough for me right now. I need to be surrounded by her, by her clasping pussy. I need to hear her strangled moans while I pound into her.
With a little more force than I intend, I yank her off my dick. Her wide eyes stare at me in confusion.
I don’t say anything. There aren’t any words to describe why I need to do what I’m about to do. Even if I tried, I doubt she would understand. How could she?
How can she comprehend that my losing myself in her is the only thing besides pain that can clear my head of all the bullshit rattling around in there? If only momentarily.
Hazy pink sunlight filters in the windows, illuminating the right side of her face as she stares up at me.
I need to forget.
I stand and tug her up from the floor. The sheet falls away from her body and before she can say anything, I lift her up and spin her around, pushing her face-first into the chair with her beautiful ass raised in the air. Her glistening pussy calls to me from between her glorious thighs.
“Are we safe?” The question comes out rough and desperate, and I pray to God I’m not scaring her.
She focuses on me over her shoulder and nods, her rumpled hair falling in her eyes.
“Are you okay with—”
With a nod of her head, she silences me. Pushing her ass back against my cock, she lets out a low groan. “For fuck’s sake, Gabe, just fuck me.”
Fuck, this woman…
I shove my boxers down the rest of the way and align my cock with her wet opening.
There’s no way this will be gentle. I can’t do gentle right now. I can’t do controlled right now.
Her wet heat is molten fire on the head of my cock. I shove into her with one thrust, knocking her forward against the back of the chair.
No, this is Heaven.
Me and her, no barriers, nothing between us.
Just us.
I pull back and drive into her again—deep and hard—and she bucks against the back of the chair.
“Yes!” She cries out and clenches down on me—squeezing my cock and rotating her hips. “Let go, Gabe.”
I grit my teeth and dig my fingers into her ample hips while I pull out slowly. My thighs tremble with my effort to contain the beast threatening to break free.
“You sure, love?”
A muffled curse is the only response I’m offered.
She doesn’t know what she’s asking for.
Her long, dark, satiny strands wrap around my wrist perfectly, and I tug her head back until her eyes are locked with mine as I lean over her. I need to make sure there’s no fear or hesitation there. All I find is longing and lust. She stares at me, unblinking. “Go Gabe.”
I hammer into her.
Over.
And over.
And over again.
Hard and relentless.
It’s brutal, and fuck, does it feel good to let go of everything in my head and only concentrate on the physical connection between us.
He’s pummeling me.
His cock fills and stretches me. Our bodies slam together, and he holds my head immobile, forcing me to look back and stare into his eyes.
With every retreat, I clamp down on him, savoring the twitch in his tightly clamped jaw and the feral, animalistic gleam in his eyes.
He needs this, and I need him.
Yes, fuck, just let it go.
Every thrust shoves me harder into the chair, and every yank on my hair sends a sting rippling across my scalp. The pleasure borders on pain, but I revel in it. Only I can give him this.
The fingers of his right hand dig into my hip. I’ll have bruises but fuck if I care.
I feel every single inch of him with crystal clarity with every drive of his hips.
He shifts, pushing me forward until my left cheek is pressed into the leather back of the chair. My breasts crush against the cool material—the slippery surface a sharp contrast to Gabe’s hot, slick skin against my thighs, ass, and back.
Warm breath feathers my ear, and I tilt my head to try to see him, but he tightens his hold on my hair, holding me in place and keeping me prone.
Not a word has been spoken since the moment he plunged into me.
The only sounds are our grunts and groans, and our flesh slamming together. Heat engulfs my body, and I know I’m going to come. Hard. That damn piercing rubs me in all the right spots.
His breathing quickens with his increased pace, and he growls in my ear. “Come for me, Skye.”
I could never deny Gabe anything. I’ve loved this man since I was sixteen, and I always will.
My thighs quiver, and I’m so fucking close. Every grind of his hips moves me nearer to the precipice.
I clench his cock, and he moans and rotates his hips slightly, altering the angle of his entry. Four more thrusts and my orgasm slams into me. “Oh, fuck…Gabe!”
The room disappears and blinding white light overtakes my world. I buck against the chair while he continues to plunge into me relentlessly.
A grunt of satisfaction is the only warning I receive before he comes inside me, pushing deep, and then stilling with his body pressed against mine from knee to shoulder.
We both pant, his chest heaving against my back and our breaths mingling where his face is pressed against mine.
That was…
Shit…I literally have no words.
The quiet peacefulness of the moment ends abruptly when he stands, releases my hair, and jerks out of me before backing away slowly.
I push myself up off the back of the chair and turn to examine him.
His wide eyes are on me, but he doesn’t see me. His long, lean, muscular limbs tremble, and he runs shaking hands back through his hair before he fists them at his sides.
Oh, shit.
“No, Gabe.” I scramble to get off the chair on quivering, unsteady legs and stumble over to him. “Stop.”
He shakes his head, his vacant gaze still locked on mine. “Jesus, Skye, what the fuck did I just do?”
“Nothing I didn’t want you to.”
“But…”
I press my palms against his chest. His heart thrums a rapid tattoo under my touch; it’s racing just as much as his mind is. Closing his eyes, he clenches them tightly.
“No buts, Gabe. Look at me.”
After a brief moment of hesitation, he opens them. I rise up on my tiptoes and press a kiss to his trembling lips. He jerks away and narrows his eyes at me.
“Thank you.”
“What the fuck are you thanking me for?” He takes a step back from me, shaking his head, and I immediately miss his heat. “Jesus, Skye, I just attacked you.”
I step into him and wrap my arms behind his neck, locking them and making sure he can’t move away from me again. He doesn’t wrap his arms around me, but remains stock still.
“No, you just fucked me. You fucked me hard. You gave me what I wanted and what you needed.”
His body vibrates. He shakes his head and pulls me into an embrace, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His heart continues to race against mine, and his breathing is still ragged in my ear.
Come on, Gabe. Relax.
I slide my hand up the back of his neck and into his hair, holding him against me, and press a kiss to the side of his neck. “Everything is fine.”
“How can you say that?” His words are soft and muffled against my skin. “None of this is okay.”
I know he’s referring to a dozen different things, so his words don’t hurt me. Very little can anymore. He needs to accept that this—us—is happening, and I’m not going to let him push me away.
We both have bad shit rolling around in our heads, but he won’t scare me off that easily, even if he terrifies himself.
“We’ll make it okay, Gabe.”