“It’s okay,” he pants, head dropping between his shoulders. “I can take it.”
The permission unleashes a primal need within me. I withdraw my fingers and coat my length with lube, the sensation almost painful on my oversensitive skin. Positioning myself at his entrance, I grip his hips hard enough to leave fingerprints on his skin.
The first push meets resistance, his body tight around the head of my dick. Gabriel’s breath catches, muscles tensing as I push forward. I should slow down. Should take more time to stretch him. But the need for release claws at my insides, demanding satisfaction.
With a grunt, I breach the tight ring of muscle. Gabriel’s back arches, a strangled sound caught in histhroat as his body yields to the intrusion. The tight heat surrounding me sends sparks shooting up my spine, and my hips snap forward, burying myself in one hard thrust.
“Fuck,” I gasp, overwhelmed by the sensation.
His body clenches around me, strangling my dick, and waves of pleasure crash through me, shorting out rational thought.
I pull back and thrust again, establishing a punishing rhythm. Gabriel’s arms tremble with the effort of holding himself up, his breath coming in ragged pants that might be pleasure or pain or both.
The pressure that’s been building inside me all night finds its focus, narrowing to the tight friction around my dick, the slap of skin on skin, the heat of another body beneath mine. I lose myself in the sensation, yanking his hips back to meet my hard thrusts as I chase release with single-minded desire.
Gabriel takes it all without complaint, his body rocking forward with the force of my movements. Some small whisper of reason reminds me this isn’t only about me, and I reach beneath him for his cock, only to find him only half hard.
The realization cuts through the haze of lust. While I’m enjoying the hell out of this, I’m hurtinghim. Using his body without care for his pleasure. Taking what I need without giving in return.
My rhythm falters, hips stuttering to a stop as clarity washes through me. Gabriel’s back rises and falls with ragged breaths, skin flushed and damp with sweat.
Confused, he turns his head, revealing the tear tracks on his cheek, and the sight stops me cold, horror replacing desire in an instant.
What kind of monster am I?
I pull out of Gabriel’s body, the sudden absence of heat leaving me cold despite the sweat coating my skin. His body trembles beneath my hands as I turn him over onto his back, gentle now where I was rough before.
A flush reddens his cheeks, eyes bright with unshed tears, and shame crashes through me in waves. I’ve become the very thing I hate, someone who uses power to hurt rather than protect.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, my thumb catches a tear tracking down his temple, wiping it away. “Gabe, I’m so sorry.”
He shakes his head, one hand rising to cup my cheek. “It’s okay. I knew what I was offering.”
“You should care more about yourself.” My voicebreaks on the words. “Don’t let me hurt you to spare myself.”
I bend to brush my lips across the tear trails on his cheeks, tasting salt on my tongue. My mouth follows the path of another tear, then another, gentle kisses replacing each evidence of pain I caused. His breath hitches, chest rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm.
“Saint,” he murmurs, fingers threading into my hair, neither pulling nor pushing, just holding.
I trace the curve of his jaw with my lips, following the path up to his temple, across his forehead, and down the bridge of his nose, drawing ever closer to the lush curve of his lips.
I kiss the corner of his mouth, and his lips part with a gasp. It would take nothing for him to turn his head, to steal this last line of defense from me.
But he stays still, giving me the choice.
Shifting, my lips hover over his, our breath mingling.
Slowly, giving myself time to retreat, I close the final distance. Our lips meet, soft and tentative, and electricity shoots through my body, igniting nerves laid dormant for years. The kiss deepens, Gabriel’s mouth opening beneath mine, and heat spreads through my limbs like wildfire.
I’ve kissed before, quick, meaningless exchanges as precursors to sex in my teens. This is different from those fumbling attempts. My heart pounds as his tongue slides against mine, and I moan as I cover his strong body, my mouth drinking in the taste of him.
Gabriel’s arms come around me, pulling me closer, and his legs wrap high around my waist in silent invitation. The shift brings our bodies flush together, skin to skin, my hard dick sliding along the crease of his thigh, still slick with lube.
With far more care than before, I reach between us, guiding myself back to his entrance. The angle is different, allowing me to watch him as I push inside, gauging his reaction with each inch. Already stretched from before, his body accepts me more easily now, but I move with small thrusts, giving him time to adjust each time before I go deeper.
When I’m seated inside his tight channel, I pause, breathing hard through my nose. The tight heat surrounds me, the same as before, but the urgency has transformed into a deeper desire.
Gabriel’s thighs tighten around me, heels digging into the small of my back to draw me closer. “Move, please.”
