I raise an eyebrow.
“Or,” he continues, voice dropping just enough for me to hear, “we could let him ruin his own life and ditch this party for our hotel room.”
The way Gabriel looks at me sends a chill through my whole body, a needy ache beginning to throb between my thighs.
“I’m sure he’ll survive,” I mumble, taking his hand as he pulls me to my feet.
His hand slides to my lower back as we step away from the fire. The night air becomes cooler the further we walk from the group, but every place he touches burns.
By the time we reach the hotel elevator, I’m bursting with need and Gabriel must sense it because as soon as the doorsslide closed he pins me against the mirrored wall, his mouth crashing into mine.
“Is there a camera?” I gasp between kisses.
Gabriel stops kissing me to look around the elevator before turning to me with a sly grin and shaking his head. He stands up taller and hits the emergency stop button, halting the elevator between two floors.
“Turn around,” he instructs, pulling his shirt up over his head.
I do as he says, turning to face the mirror and watching as he admires me from behind. He pulls my shoulder straps off one by one until the dress pools at my ankles.
“No underwear?” he muses, a devilish grin in his eye.
“I didn’t want to waste another good pair just for dinner,” I admit.
He rubs his hand against my bare ass before pulling his hand back and slapping it firmly. I yelp as a warm sting spreads, and it leaves me wanting more.
“You like that?” he asks.
I bite my lip and nod, holding his gaze in the reflection.
“Use your words,” he says, rubbing slow, taunting circles against the sore spot.
“I loved it.”
His brows shoot up, and a satisfied smile pulls at his mouth. The sound of his hand making contact with my skin ricochets through the elevator and my yelp turns into a moan.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, in awe. “So needy for my touch.”
His fingers slide along my wet slit, and he lets out a low chuckle as his two fingers slide inside easily. I spread my legs wider as his fingers work my cunt, torturously slow.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I whimper.
He slides his fingers out with no warning and slides his cock along my wetness a moment later, pausing at the entrance.
“Keep your eyes on me, baby,” Gabriel says, his tone serious.
I watch him, my lips slightly parted, and he slides in torturously slow until he’s completely filled me.
“Fuck,” he groans, pausing inside of me, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve seen. “It should be illegal to feel this good.”
“If you want to see me in cuffs that badly,” I say, inching forward. “All you have to do is ask.”
I slam back against him and the movement forces my eyes to roll back, my vision blurring. His cock feels so much bigger today, pressing against the walls of my pussy.
“Holy fuck,” he groans, jaw tight. “Do that again.”
“Wait,” I say breathlessly. “Just give me a minute.”
He laughs, thrusting slowly. “Can’t take it anymore?” he teases, eyes dropping to watch his cock disappear inside of me.
