“Good girl,” he growls as his fingers slide inside my folds.
He rubs lightly against my dripping center, teasing me before running his thumb lightly along my clit. I let out a small shocked sigh as electric energy pulses from his touch.
“You like when I do this?” he asks as he strokes my swollen clit again, pulling a moan from my throat.
“Yes,” I whimper.
He adjusts so his thumb is stroking my throbbing clit while his other digits push against my entrance. His pointer finger slides slowly inside me, stretching me open.
“Fuck,” he groans as his finger dips in and out of my channel. “You’re so fucking tight.”
He adds his middle finger, pumping both in and out of me slowly. I lose all sense of decorum and willingly plummet into this pleasure. My hips jerk and writhe as he fucks me with his fingers.
“Gabriel,” I moan. “Shit,” I pant out between breaths.
“I’m just getting started, Ali.” He smirks down at me as he curls his fingers. He massages them against my inner walls, caressing waves of growing pleasure from me.
“Oh my god!” I shout into the night air as my eyes begin to roll back into my head.
“That’s it,” he praises as he pumps harder, deeper, faster. “Show me how good I make you feel. Show me how pretty you look when you let go.”
His lips crash back down against mine. His tongue moves in tempo with his fingers. He’s playing my body expertly, demanding my release with each punishing stroke.
“Gabriel, I’m gonna—I’m gon—” The words get caught in my throat as my orgasm detonates.
My entire body goes rigid as energy crashes through me. My core clenches and my mouth falls open in a scream. Gabrielcoaxes me through every wave, stroking my walls as they throb around his fingers.
“That’s it, Ali, show me how desperate you are to come undone for me,” he growls before burrowing his teeth in the crook of my neck. I register the pain, the sharpness, but my body is too overstimulated with the orgasm racking through me.
After what feels like an eternity of ecstasy, I begin to come down. I lean my head against the brick wall behind me. My breathing is heavy and ragged. Gabriel slowly withdraws his fingers from inside me. My pussy clenches at the loss and I groan.
He brings his fingers, covered in my release, to his mouth and sucks them inside. The satisfied growl that leaves his mouth has me squirming.
“Tell me, sweet thing,” Gabriel whispers in my ear as he leans in, covering my body with his own. “Does your husband make you come like that?”
His words are laced with sinister intent, and yet, the sinking pit they elicit within my stomach is not that of guilt. No, I don’t feel guilty about my indiscretion. The ugly twisting truth that I feel deep down is the realization that despite the knowledge that what I just did is wrong, I don’t regret it. In fact, I can’t wait for it to happen again.
“No,” I whisper against the soft silk of his raven hair. “No, he doesn’t.”
ELEVEN
Allison
The Next Day
Running always makes me feel better. The slight burn in my lungs, the rhythmic thump of my feet against the pavement, the high that can only come from being so physically tired that I lose the energy to be anxious. It’s an escape.
And I definitely need an escape today.
I cheated. Fuck. I’m a cheater. I’m married and I kissed someone else—let someone else touch me. I came for someonewho is absolutely not my husband.
Shit!
Self-loathing rushes through me, sending a new wave of self disgust curling in my core. I push myself harder, running faster. My body screams to stop but I don’t. I deserve the pain.
Brody might be a crappy husband who has no doubt kissed someone outside our marriage before, but that doesn’t make what I did okay. Two wrongs don’t make a right. I’m better than this.
Plus, Gabriel is my coworker. I have to work with him. I have to see him at school and pretend like everything’s normal. How will I look him in the face and pretend like I didn’t come harder than I ever have while my pussy clenched around his thick fingers? I managed to avoid him completely at school today, but I doubt I’ll be so lucky come Monday morning.
