“Gabriel,” I cry out when his mouth hasn’t returned after five seconds, and I feel like I can’t breathe without his breath. I grab a hold of his waist and wrap my legs around his hips until finally his beautiful body drapes back over mine.
“Right here, baby,” he says, sliding his lips across my cheek, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
I hear the crinkle of a wrapper and the faint flick of a cap.
I’m going to do this. I’m actually going to do this. My heart’s racing, but I can do it.
I focus on his lips—full and firm—as he devours my mouth while spreading lube underneath my balls and all over my hole. It’s messy as fuck but feels incredible.
Yes, Noah. You can do this. Come out of the rain, baby. Let him guide you.
I squeeze my eyes shut, attempting to snuff out the voice in my head. Perfect. I don’t need her—not now, not here. I know what I’m doing. I just need to focus.
And Ican’tfocus when she’s talking to me. Doesn’t she know this isn’t the right time?
Gabriel’s hand returns to my face, and he cups my cheeks, like he can sense something’s off. He’s not wrong. But I refuse to let this storm of thoughts hold me back. Not when I’m this close to getting out.
And Iwantout.
Out of the rain. Out of the storm. Out of my head.
I’ve had enough already.
Let me out.
Let me out!
My hands tremble as I run them down the center of his spine and over his ass, parting his cheeks, and blowing a warm breath of air along the shell of his ear.
“F-f-fuuuck,” he cries, miraculously quieting the voice in my head.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I rest a fingertip against his tight pucker and circle his rim. I just need this moment of distraction to settle my nerves.
Thankfully, he senses that too and lets me play with his ass for a bit.
Humming softly against my neck, he grinds his cock against mine, sitting up straighter, moaning deeper. Not rushing me at all.
“You’re beautiful, Noah,” he whispers, wrapping his fingers around my cock and stroking me slowly as he pushes back on my finger.
I gasp.
My finger slips inside—so unexpectedly.
He clenches, inhaling a sharp breath. And then?—
“Ah…yes,” he moans, deep and throaty, tossing his head back. “Feels fucking fantastic.”
His hole flexes around my finger, and his fist tightens around my cock.
I’m not going to fuck him.
No. No. No.
Not. Fucking. Him.
I’m nowhere near prepared for that. The thought alone makes me confused for reasons I can’t name. I’m not even sure why. It just does. A tear slides down my cheek.
Don’t panic, Noah. He’s got you, baby. You can trust him.
