Two fucking weeks.
It has been fourteen agonizing days since I asked Skye when I could fuck her again, and it will be another fourteen before we hit the four week timeline she’d laid out.
Epic. Fucking. Torture.
While I’ve passed the time recovering and trying to figure out ways to rebuild my shaky friendship with Savage, Skye has spent it tormenting me with her sweet ass, hot mouth, and stunning tits.
I haven’t officially asked her to move in with me yet, but it’s only a formality at this point. She hasn’t wanted to leave me after the whole hallway incident, even though I’ve quickly regained my strength and my pain level has dropped off drastically. I know she’s just being overly cautious and protective of me, but Christ, I just need to fuck her already.
My aching cock can’t take it anymore and neither can my pride. The woman won’t even let me get her off like I want to, as if going down on her is going to somehow impede my recovery. At least I’ve gotten to feel her wet cunt squeeze and clasp my fingers when she comes on my hand. If she wouldn’t have let me do that, I think I would have gone insane and just pinned her down by now.
And that’s exactly what I plan on doing the moment she walks through that fucking door. I’m done waiting to be with her. The doctor told me four to six weeks after surgery and we are at almost four. I’m not one hundred percent yet, but a seventy-five percent fuck is better than a zero fuck.
The door opens, and she yelps when she finds me sitting in the chair facing the door, waiting for her. “Fuck, Gabe, you scared the crap out of me! What are you doing here? I thought you were going into the office today?”
I rise from the chair and approach her slowly. “I did, but Savage is still kind of avoiding me and only speaking to me when it’s absolutely essential, so it makes being there a little awkward. Plus, every time I sit in my office chair, all I can see is you touching your wet cunt on the couch while I jerked off. I swear my office still smells like your fucking orgasm.”
A red flush creeps up her neck and spreads across her cheeks just as I finally stop mere inches from her. “Jesus—”
The word tumbles from her lips but I don’t give her time to finish the thought. I tug her against me and crush my mouth to hers, pushing everything into the kiss I’ve been wanting for the last month.
Her lips move against mine, pushing, biting, nipping.
Fuck yes.
My hands tighten on her ass and yank her against my throbbing cock. I slide my tongue along her lips, begging for entrance and praying she won’t stop this.
She jerks away and holds a hand up. “Wait!”
Oh, come the fuck on.
“No, Skye. No more waiting. It’s been almost a month. I feel fine—better than fine. But if I don’t bury myself in you right now, I’m not going to be fine much longer.”
Her blue eyes are a turbulent mix of desire and concern. She wants this just as much as I do, and if she says she doesn’t, she’s a fucking liar.
“Stop treating me like I’m glass and I’m going to fucking break. You have made me come more times than I can count the last two weeks, let me do the same for you, with my cock, not my fucking hand.”
She shudders at my words, and I can almost physically see the moment she lets go of her worry and starts thinking as my girlfriend and not my fucking nurse.
Shit, she is my girlfriend, isn’t she?
I haven’t called anyone my girlfriend since high school. Instead of making me feel queasy, and like I want to take the next plane out of here, it actually feels right and makes me want to fuck her even more.
Without hesitation, I close the distance between us and wrap my arms around her, hauling her up my body until she wraps her legs around my waist. Momentary fear clouds her eyes, but before she can ask if she hurt me, I slam my lips to hers in a commanding kiss meant to tell her that her reservations are completely unwarranted.
Every step I take toward my bedroom causes my cock to rub against her pussy and clit. The wet heat seeps through her scrubs and my sweatpants. I groan against her mouth and lower her to the bed, trying to hide the slight discomfort it causes in both my shoulder and abdomen.
Either I hide it well or she doesn’t care at this point, because she clasps the back of my head, dragging my mouth back down to hers while her feet, still hooked around my back, yank my cock back against her core. I pull back from her kiss because there’s something I need to say before I lose myself in her.
“Fuck, Skye, I need you so fucking much. I’m so stupid for not seeing it sooner. I know I’ve told you a hundred times in the last two weeks, but it should have been a million. I love you, more than is probably healthy, and I need you with me, always.”
She laughs and tilts her head to the side with a smug smirk. “I know, you’re completely helpless without me.”
I chuckle and bury my face into her neck. She’s joking, but she doesn’t know how right she is. Before Skye, I was drifting aimlessly, I just didn’t realize it. Booze and women helped me through each day, and the drugs prescribed by Doc Cochran eased me through the nights, but I was never really whole until I admitted my feelings for Skye and let her into my heart fully.
And now, it’s time to show her how I really feel. I reach back and grasp my shirt before yanking it off over my head. My shoulder twinges with the movement, but it doesn’t stop me from my mission—getting Skye naked and my dick inside her. She must have the same idea, because by the time my sweatpants hit the floor, she’s already managed to strip.
Skye’s legs are spread, exposing her pussy, already wet with her arousal. Her skin glows in the midafternoon sun streaming in from the windows, and I want to kiss and lick every single inch of it.
But not now. “Baby, we can do the long, slow love making shit later. Right now, I need to fuck you—hard and fast.”
Her feet hook around my lower back, and she pulls me down to her. “Yes, fuck yes.”
I kiss her and reach between us, aligning my cock, and dragging it through her wetness. Then I shove into her with one thrust, every fucking inch of my cock being cocooned in her heat.
Fucking heaven.
Gabe’s cock stretching and filling me is the greatest feeling in the world—hands down. It’s better than any booze or drug I’ve ever tried, or any combination of the two. He thrusts into me over and over, setting a punishing rhythm designed to push us over the edge quickly.
His hips drive against mine while his tongue swirls and glides along my lips, seeking entrance. I gasp when he changes the angle of his dick slightly, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth and tangle it with mine.
That goddamn piercing drags against my G-spot with every plunge and withdrawal, sending pulses of pleasure shooting through my body.
Holy fucking shit.
I break away from his kiss to suck in air. He drops his mouth to my neck and sucks behind my ear. My hips bow off the bed and meet his snapping pelvis even harder.
“Fuck…Gabe…I’ve fucking missed you.”
He groans and pulls back to look in my eyes. “Not as much as I’ve missed you. I fucking love you.” His hands slide under my ass, and he raises me, tilting my hips up to give him deeper penetration.
I push my concern over him overexerting himself to the back of my mind. Then, he rolls his hips and drives into my body like a fucking madman, grinding his pelvis against my clit.
Stars dot the edges of my vision, forming a halo around Gabe as he beams down at me with lust and love in his eyes. I cling to the sheets and squeeze my pussy around his cock with every retreat.
His head drops back.
Fuck.
He’s so damn beautiful with his neck muscles straining and sweat glistening across his skin.
And he’s mine.
I will cut any bitch who’s dumb enough to try to come between us.
This cock is meant for me. Mine.
Heat spreads across my skin, and I know I’m going to come soon. I need him to go over the edge with me. I need to watch his face when my pussy milks his cock. “Gabe…look at me.”
He moans and drops his head down so his eyes meet mine. The muscle along the side of his clenched jaw twitches. The pistoning of his hips continues at the relentless pace. He’s close too.
“I’m gonna come. You’re gonna come with me.”
“Fuck yes,” he growls, sliding his hand over where our bodies meet. His thumb finds my clit and he swirls it hard and fast while he continues to plunge into me.
The combination of the attention to my clit and the drag of his flesh and damn piercing inside me crescendo until I shatter beneath him. White light flashes against my lids and fire rushes throughout my body.
He roars and slams into me with erratic strokes before he collapses. Our hearts race against each other. His ragged breath flutters over my ear. I can’t remember ever being this happy, not even when Star was alive.
I shouldn’t feel guilty about that. She would want me to be happy.
Gabe pushes himself up on his right forearm and looks down at me with a satisfied, cocky grin on his face. “Two things. First, never question my ability to fuck you senseless again.”
I chuckle, any momentary feeling of guilt forgotten, and he leans in to kiss me gently.
“Second, I need to be able to do this every single day, as many times as I want and wherever I want. I need to fuck you on every surface in this place, a dozen times each, and that still won’t be enough. And the only way it’s going to happen when and how I want it is if you move in with me.”
Well fuck me stupid.
I’m hearing things again.
“Seriously?”
He has the balls to look surprised and hurt by my question. “Yes, seriously. Why is that so hard to believe?”
I chuckle and cup his face in my shaking hands. “Because we haven’t been together very long, living together is a huge step, and you live across the hall from my fucking brother.”
With a satisfied groan, he leans into my touch. “Skye, we have known each other for over twenty years. I don’t think it’s possible for anyone to know me better than you do, or for me to know anyone as well as I know you. We’ve been through way too much to put off taking and having what we want. I don’t want to wait anymore. And as far as Savage goes…”
He leans in and presses a kiss to my lips before pulling away with a grin. “He’ll just have to grow the fuck up.”