His words send heat to my cheeks. The red curtain of my long hair hides my face as I stare down. The rough texture of the floor scrapes my skin, just enough to let my mind start to feel lighter, not as full. I shouldn’t enjoy this, and yet, I feel incredible as I round the desk and look up to see Gabriel staring at me with heated admiration. I might be on my knees, but it’s clear I’ve got him in the palm of my hand.
“Ali,” he whispers as he swallows. His Adam’s apple bobs and I love the effect I have on him. I can’t remember the last time anyone looked at me this way. “Come here.”
I crawl the last few paces until I’m right between his thighs then sit back up on my knees. I can see the hardening bulge in his pants and it makes my core clench.
“Now what?” I ask as I stroke my fingers gently up his leg. “Now that you’ve got me on my knees, under my own desk, what’s your plan with me?”
A low growl rumbles from his chest as he licks his lips and stares down at me.
“You’re such a dangerous temptation, beautiful.” He reaches out and tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear before cupping my face. “I tried to stay away. Tried to let you be free. But I just can’t stand to be away from you.” He leans in until his lips are almost touching mine. I suck in a sharp breath. “You’re mine and I’m yours. And I’m never letting you go.”
Something about the words seems familiar…too familiar. But before I can ponder them, his lips are on mine. He claims mymouth like a man starved. His teeth and tongue push at my lips until I open for him. His teeth bite down on my lip until I taste the metallic flavor of blood, yet again, and I shriek at the pain. He immediately dives in, twisting his tongue with mine. The kiss is punishing, painful pleasure and I can’t get enough. He pulls back and I whimper at the loss.
“You want more, pretty girl?” Gabriel chuckles as he leans back in the chair.
My eyes flit to the large bulge growing beneath his pants. He’s seen me, touched me, tasted me. I’m desperate to do the same to him. My hands slide up his thighs slowly. I gasp as my palm runs along the stiffness beneath his jeans. I feel him twitch beneath my hand and a small noise escapes my lips. I reach his belt and move to undo the buckle but he stops me with a hand on my wrist.
“What are you doing, Ali?” he asks with mischievous curiosity.
“Please,” I whimper. “I want to taste you.”
He looks down at me, assessing me, his eyes scanning my face.
“Are you sure?” His fingers brush against my cheek, sweeping hair off my flushed face as he asks.
“Don’t make me beg, Gabriel.” I bite my lower lip and rub my thighs together as I attempt to curb the ache between my legs.
Satisfied with my desperation, he leans back, placing his hands behind his head. I make quick work of his belt, swiftly undoing the buckle so I can shift his pants and briefs down. He raises his hips to help me. As I pull the fabric down his thighs, his erection pops free. I stare for a moment and swallow deeply.
He’s big. Much bigger than Brody.
Nerves and excitement twist in my core. At the tip is something gleaming and shiny—he’s pierced.Fuck. What have I gotten myself into?
He smirks, clearly sensing my hesitation. “What’s wrong? Never had a cock this big, beautiful?”
I don’t answer him. I lick my lips and reposition myself on my knees.
His hand threads into my hair, clutching the strands at the back of my scalp tightly. His other hand moves to his length, holding it as he guides my head down.
“Be a good girl and swallow me down,” he demands as he guides me toward the shimmering tip.
I run my tongue along the tip. It’s soft and warm, but the cool metal is…different, fun. He sucks in a breath as I flick the piercing with the tip of my tongue.
“Such a sweet slut, licking my cock on your knees beneath your desk.” He grunts as his grip on my hair tightens. He pushes me down, demanding more. “You can take more though, can’t you?”
I open my mouth and let him slide inside. His flavor is smoky and salty against my tongue. I moan around his length as he lifts his hips to slide in and out of my mouth.
“Shit, pretty thing,” he groans as he uses his hand in my hair to push me further down. I gag as his piercing hits the back of my throat. Spit splatters around my mouth but I don’t mind, in fact, I love the way he’s using me. “Look at you, taking me so fucking good. You look so gorgeous choking on my cock.”
He punctuates his words with a sharp thrust of his hips that has me reeling backward but he holds me firm. He thrusts against the sensitive flesh at the back of my throat again and again. The metal scrapes in the most sinfully delicious way. I’m certain he’ll leave a bruise that will make it a bitch to swallow anything tomorrow, but I don’t care—not when it feels this intoxicating to watch him lose his composure, his control for me.
My hand snakes down my legs as I desperately seek to relieve the growing need between my thighs. My fingertips graze my clitthrough the rough lace of my panties.
“Beautiful,” Gabriel growls as he pulls me off his length. I suck in a greedy breath as my airway is unobstructed again. “Are you touching yourself beneath your desk while you suck my cock?”
Heat flushes my cheeks but I can’t stop. My fingers brush against my clit again and I moan.
“Spread your knees,” Gabriel demands. “Let me see.”
