I let out a slow, measured breath and slip a finger inside, my body clenching around the intrusion, my thumb finding my clit and rubbing in soft, teasing strokes—diagonal, then horizontal—just to feel the way it pulses while being held by him. Just to imagine it’s his fingers doing it instead. My nipples tighten, my body starts to unravel, and I know that it wouldn’t take much to get myself to come in his bed.
Gabriel still doesn’t move. Doesn’t react. But I can hear his breathing pattern change.
I push a little further, letting myself feel the stretch, the slickness, the soreness that was left behind after he had me last. I let my breath catch just enough to break the silence as I slide a second finger inside. It’s not a moan. But it’s enough. His restraint snaps.
Suddenly, I’m on my back, flipped so fast the air is stolen from my lungs. Gabriel’s on top of me, arms bracketing my head, eyes burning as they search my face, breath coming out in a pant. His grip finds my wrist, pulling my hand away frommy pussy, and before I can even process what’s happening his mouth is on my fingers. His tongue glides over them, slow, sensually, tasting and sucking each digit before ending with a flick on the nails as if it’s my clit.
Holy shit.
He meets my gaze, voice dark and unsteady.
“What are you doing, Aly?”
Chapter 34: Gabriel
She’s going to kill me. I’m certain of it.
She’s pulling at every thread of my restraint. My patience. My goddamn resolve to protect her and respect what she said she wanted. I thought she understood what I was trying to do. That this is for her. That I care about her so fucking much I’m willing to look the other way while she dates other men. While she f… you know what, I can’t even finish the thought. I can’t picture her with someone else because I know exactly what it would do to me.
It would destroy me. Absolutely gut me. Somewhere between that first night and the shower and to now she’s become mine to protect. Mine to take care of. And now she’s in my bed… getting herself off while I’m holding her in my arms.
Fuck me...
“What are you doing, Aly?” I practically growl.
She’s caged between my arms now, nowhere to go, her brown eyes wide as they flick up to mine in surprise. But there’s something else there too. Something darker. Hotter. She’s turned on. I can smell it. I can still taste her on my fingers. She wants meto touch her. She wants me to slide my tongue through her wet pussy and make her come like I know I can do so easily. But I can’t. Not again. Not unless I know she’s mine and she’s not planning another date with Travis or any other asshole in Brookhaven who doesn’t deserve her.
“Touching myself,” Aly whispers. I release her wrist, and her hand instantly slides back to her waistband like she thinks she’s going in for seconds. Not if I’m here.
I stop her wrist before she can. “No.” And then I pin both her hands above her head in one of mine. “Why?”
“…Because you won’t,” she finishes, eyes blazing, lips parted, her chest rising and falling in sharp little breaths like she likes me restricting her movement. I remember what I told her. That I want to tie her up. To take away her control and restrain her while I fuck her. I hold her there, completely at my mercy. She’s not fighting it. She wants me to keep doing it.
Her hips lift off the bed, rolling instinctively, seeking friction, rubbing against the hardness that’s been in my sweatpants since the moment she walked downstairs. She does it again. Another body roll to the point where she’s practically grinding against my thigh.
I let out a groan, my gaze dropping to where she’s moving, the way she’s trying to get something out of me—get everything out of me to satisfy herself. I should stop her. Should tell her no. Should hold my ground. But I’m hard. So, fucking hard.
“You could come just like this, couldn’t you?”
She’s not even looking at me anymore. Her gaze is focused on my cock straining through my sweatpants.
“You’re so big,” she gasps.
“Aly.”
“I don’t know how I forgot already.”
“Aly.” My control is barely hanging on now.
“You’re the biggest man I’ve ever been with. Strong in every way. But your cock,” she bites down on her bottom limp and tries to move her arms. I squeeze them above her head tighter so she can’t move. She whimpers.
“I want you. Let me touch you. Fuck me. Please.” She’s begging now.
I shake my head, but it’s weak. She lifts her hips again, desperate for pressure, for relief. I grab her waist with my free hand and pin her back into the mattress so that she can’t move anything. This is torture for me.
She whimpers, writhing against my grip, testing it. But finally, she relents and goes still.
My cock aches, my balls are throbbing, tight and demanding some relief. Every primal instinct inside me wants to rip off her fleece pants, shove down my sweats, and thrust inside her in one smooth, punishing motion. I want to feel the way her body grips me like she was made to take me. I want to come inside her every night so no matter where she goes and what she does, she’s leaking me.
