I walk over and stand next to Gabe who wraps his arm around my shoulders. Behind us is the sea, dazzling and beautiful. I awkwardly stick both hands in my pockets and lean into Gabe.
“Great. Now look at each other and make small talk while I pan over and get the boats behind you too,” The camera guy says.
Gabe tilts his head and leans in, so his lips are by my ear. “I know how uncomfortable press makes you, which is why I decided to give you a distraction.”
“You’ll be the death of me,” I whisper back, a strained smile on my mouth as my eyes track the camera guy and the reporter also watching us, but too far away to pick up sound.
He grins up at me, all mischief and sex appeal. The cameraman stops recording. “Done guys. Thanks.”
The reporter walks over to shake our hands one last time. Gabe drops his arm from my shoulder, and as he leans in with his right hand for the handshake, he palms my ass with his left. The unexpected touch has me jumping and clenching my butt cheeks, which makes me groan.Out.Loud.
I immediately turn it into a cough to try and cover it up while Gabe heartily slaps my back. “Sorry, he swallowed a bug. My husband isn’t a nature person. He doesn’t even surf? And he’s Australian? How obscene is that?”
"There's a lot of obscene things happening right now, baby, but my dislike of water sports isn't one of them," I mutter under my breath and watch Gabriel's grin grow as he waves goodbye to the Sky Sports people.
I turn to him, my eyes wild, I’m sure, but he can’t see them because I have sunglasses on. “Boat. Now. Please.”
Thank God it’s not a very long commute. We practically race up the dock and onto the yacht. It’s the most amazing boat I’ve ever stayed on, personally. It’s even bigger than the yacht I met Gabriel on. Louis called in a favor with the Team Principal of Arete Racing. Xavier Castellano’s family owns this beast, I guess. I have noticed that Louis hasn’t called once since we’ve been here, and I think something is up with that. But I haven’t figured out how to broach the subject with Gabriel. And right now, with a plug in my ass, I’m not about to, so I concentrate on scurrying down the maze of hallways to our bedroom.
Gabriel's already pulled his shirt off and is reaching for my belt buckle when I close the door. The room is big, with three porthole windows, patio doors to a private deck, a king-sized bed, gleaming wood everywhere, and a massive bathroom attached at one end. I drag my lips over the thick cords of muscle in his neck. I love his neck so damn much. "Are you ready for me?"
His words vibrate up the column of his neck, against the press of my lips, and my cock jerks in my boxer briefs. He shoves my shorts down my legs. I slide my palms across his abs, circling his waist, pulling him to me. Why do I still have my fucking shirt on? "I'm ready and I'm so sensitive I might fucking come before you get inside."
“I can make sure that happens,” he whispers as his lips ghost mine and he slips out of my embrace by sliding down my body.
Before I fully understand what’s happening he’s on his knees, my underwear is at my ankles with my shorts and his tongue is sliding up the underside of my shaft. I clench and my balls tingle and I tip my head back and grab his thick, luxurious hair like it’s a life raft keeping me afloat.
After a few impossibly slow, incredible passes of his tongue, he looks up at me. The sunlight shooting through one of the round windows slices across his head, making his hair lighter, and the freckles that have come out in the sun, that pepper the bridge of his nose, are on display. “You’re beautiful.”
I shouldn’t say it. It’s silly and childish, but man, he is. Gabriel smiles softly and for the first time ever I think he is blushing. “You make me feel beautiful. That’s a first.”
And then he curls his fingers around my base and his other hand moves into the pocket of his shorts. His smile darkens as do his eyes as he adds, “And I think this is also a first.”
The plug in my ass vibrates. I swear to God, I go blind. My knees start to give and I swear on a gasp. Gabriel bounces up and holds me up, pushing me back until my knees hit the side of the bed and I crumble onto it. My back arches. “Holy fuck. What the… oh God.”
“See how good I was not turning that on while we were doing the interview?” Gabriel says and crawls over me. He’s thankfully turned it off again. “People say I have no restraint. I’m all impulse and no control. This shows astounding control, don’t you agree?”
I open my mouth but before words can make their way out, he’s got the plug vibrating again and I am writhing and nothing that comes out of my mouth is discernible as a language. It feels fucking incredible and overwhelming. Gabriel slides down my body and takes my cock between his lips.
“You… I can’t.. I’m… it’s… Oh.Oh.”
I twist the sheets in my hands, slam my hips up, and come so hard down the back of Gabriel’s throat he almost chokes. But he doesn’t seem to mind. He pulls back a little, milks my shaft with his gentle grip, and swallows every hot drop.
The plug goes blissfully still and as I quiver and moan, Gabriel rolls my limp body over and I feel his hand between my cheek and then a void, as he pulls the plug from my body. He crawls back up, laying down beside me, and I roll into him so we’re face-to-face. I reach for the button on his shorts. My hands are weak and shaky like the rest of me so I’m not making quick work of them. He huffs out a little laugh. “You can rest. This isn’t a race, Axe. I have enough of those in my life.”
“I want to make you come too,” I insist and press our mouths together for a soft, gentle kiss. “And I’m open for business. Wouldn’t want to waste that.”
He laughs again and I know it’s because my brash words have the flush of my cheeks getting darker. He glides a thumb pad over my cheek. “This was about you. Not me.”
“I want it to be about us,” I reply and finally get his damn shorts undone. “I like being the reason you come.”
“But you’re going to be sensitive. It might not be pleasurable.”
“That’s never a possibility where you’re involved. Trust me.” I find the energy to sit up and tug his shorts and underwear down to his knees. His perfect dick is rock hard and leaking. “I want you inside me.”
Gabriel exhales in a shudder as I drag my fingers over his shaft before reaching for the pack of condoms that have been a permanent fixture on the nightstand. We don't bother to hide them from the staff or anyone. This is our commitment-moon, after all.
Ten minutes later he's finally all the way in. It took a while because he was right, I may be stretched but my nerve endings are like live wires. I feel every movement, every inch of him, more than I ever have before. But I'm not complaining.
