His breath stuttered, the corner of his mouth twitching like he might protest. I didn’t give him the chance. My hands coaxed him closer, all teasing pretense gone, left with pure need.
“You want me in your mouth, Little Star?” he rumbled, gaze locked on mine.
“Yes,” I whimpered, squirming beneath the intensity of his stare.
“Only if I get to lose myself between your thighs again at the same time."
In a flash, he dropped back on the bed, dragging me over him. My knees braced on either side of his head, his breath hot against my inner thighs. A shiver tore through me, my clit still throbbing from release, but my body already begged for more.
I didn’t have the power to resist him.
“You just did tha?—”
“Kieran.” He interrupted in a commanding tone that had my mouth snapping shut. “If I could live with my face buried between your thighs and had nothing else, I’d be a very happy man.”
Gabe was always focused on my pleasure. Even that first night when he’d taken my virginity in what I thought would be a one-night-stand moment of rebellion, his attention had never wavered. Now was no different.
Unable to deny his words, especially with the way his voice had my center tightening, I leaned forward and wrapped my hand around his hard length, still trapped beneath his sweatpants. A sound of frustration slipped out as I tried to shove them down, mixing with the moan that escaped when his tongue dragged against my pussy. Gabe lifted his hips just enough for me to free his cock.
I marveled at how hard and thick he was as he hummed against my center, the vibration nearly undoing me. When my tongue brushed over the tip of his cock, Gabe’s grip turned bruising on my hips. A hiss escaped his lips at the feel of my mouth on him. I wanted, no,needed, to show Gabe that he deserved the same pleasure he gave me.
Taking him into my mouth, I relaxed and began to move, slowly and deliberately. The moment he hit the back of my throat, I gagged softly, the sharp edge of the sensation heightening everything—the taste of his salty precum, the tension in his body, the rough sound that broke from his chest.
The way Gabe’s tongue moved against me shifted, swirling, sucking, plunging. This was no longer worship, but a deep-seated hunger coming to the surface. My thighs trembled from holding myself over him, the effort mingling with pleasure until I couldn’t tell the two apart.
I tried to hold back, not wanting to fall apart before I dragged him there with me. My hand tightened at the base of his cock. His length was slick with spit as I took him deeper, my throat stretching around him. This time the wet sound of my gagging filled the room. Gabe’s low groan answered it—rough and vibrating straight through me.
“Little Star,” he warned, voice rough and strangled, “if you keep that up, I’m going to finish buried in your throat.”
The thought of it had my core clenching. There was something so primal about taking him inside of me like that.
I hummed in response, the vibration against him sending a shudder through his body.
That was all it took for him to quickly pull me up and off him, the shift so sudden it stole my breath as we rolled. I was suddenly beneath him on the bed as he shoved his sweats aside fully and settled between my legs.
For a moment, I could only stare at his cock. Breathless before a whimper caught in my throat at the sight of him above me, bare, powerful, and coming undone.
The small quirk at the corner of his mouth from before was gone. This was the other side of Gabe. The one from our first night together and the heated moment we had down in the fallen camp.
His hands bracketed my hips, fingers pressing into skin that still hummed from his earlier touch. I arched into him instinctively, craving him in a way that left no room for thought.
The last time Gabe had been inside me, it had been different—another form, another world. But now, I wanted him like this. All of him.
His mouth crashed against mine, the kiss deep and consuming before he pulled back slightly, leaving me panting as he stared down at me.
“The next time I come,” he murmured roughly, “it’s going to be inside your pussy, buried as deep as I can get.”
Before I could beg for it, he lined the thick head of his cock against my soaked heat and thrust forward in one hard, claiming stroke. I cried out, the sound torn between relief and shock as his hips met mine. He watched me through it, eyes wild, feral—possessive in a way that made my pulse stutter.
The air between us turned ragged. Every thrust of his hips was a declaration, every sound that left him a promise I could feel down to my bones.
“I missed this,” he rasped, his voice breaking as his pace faltered just enough to look down at me. “But fuck, it feels so much sweeter taking you now, knowing that every bit of you is mine.”
He dipped low again, capturing my mouth in a kiss that was more teeth than tenderness, then pulled back to watch me unravel beneath him as my eyes fluttered and a moan escaped.
“Our bodies were made for each other. I feel the way you squeeze around me, gripping me like your body doesn’t want me to leave for even a second.”
And he was right about all of that. Somehow, it was even better than before, like our bodies and hearts had been waiting for this exact collision of love and lust.
