Chapter Seventeen
Stars burst behind Gabriel’s eyelids as Reid’s finger pushed inside him, stretching him open. He bit down on his lip, wriggling into the pillows under his hips, his cock leaking precome onto his stomach.
He was glad now that Reid had supplied plenty of wine. His body wanted to tense up at the intrusion, no matter how much his mind wanted to relax and enjoy this. The fuzziness was helping with that.
“Talk to me,” Reid said from behind him, pausing. Gabriel wished for a moment that he could see Reid’s face, but he believed it when Reid said this was a better position for his first time.
“I’m fine,” Gabriel said. “It’s weird.”
Reid chuckled. “Weird at first, yeah. You’ll get used to it. And if you hate it, just tell me to stop.”
“I don’t hate it,” Gabriel responded, spreading his knees further apart to give Reid more space between his legs.
“Good.” Reid ran his free hand up and down Gabriel’s thigh, warming it up with long, soothing strokes.
Gabriel still loved having Reid’s hands on him. It felt so good, his touch always so sure, so comforting. Gabriel hoped that it felt a little like this when he touched Reid, but he was never sure. Never entirely confident.
Practice would get him there, and Reid seemed to be a patient man both at work and outside it.
Gabriel needed that patience. He wouldn’t have been here without it.
Hewasgetting used to this, already. It felt so good to have Reid touch him, and the thought of having Reid inside him, making him moan and gasp, showing him all the things his body could do…
That was hot. That was what had him rocking his hips into the pillows under him, rocking back onto Reid’s finger before he realized he was doing it, biting down hard on his lip as he got used to the fullness, as he started to want more.
“More,” Gabriel murmured as he had the thought. He needed Reid, Reid’s fingers, his cock.
He’d barely been able to stop thinking about it. How full he’d feel, how good it would be.
Porn wasn’t exactly the best instructor, but he’d seen enough to know that he wanted this. The whole world of gay sex had opened up in front of him, and he wanted all of it.
He was lucky to have Reid to show him. Beautiful, confident, patient Reid, who wanted to have sex with him, for some reason.
Gabriel was still trying to figure that out, but he didn’t care so much right now. He wanted Reid just as much. That was all he had to worry about.
Reid shoved a second finger inside him. Gabriel’s back arched toward the mattress, a moan echoing off the headboard. His vision whited out for a split second, every nerve ending in his body lighting up as Reid brushed what Gabriel had to assume was his prostate.
People weren’t kidding about that.
Reid chuckled behind him, clearly pleased with himself.
“You could have warned me,” Gabriel complained, though no amount of warning would have prepared him for the shock of pleasure that had just coursed through his body.
“That wouldn’t have been as much fun for me,” Reid said. “I’m showing you a whole new world right now.”
“If you whip out a magic carpet, I’m leaving.”
“Oh, so you’ll go tospace, but you won’t get on a flying rug?”
Gabriel opened his mouth to protest that he trusted the shuttle because he’d designed it, but Reid twisted his fingers as he took a breath, turning whatever comeback he had on the tip of his tongue into an embarrassingly loud moan. He was so full, stretched to what felt like the limit, but he knew there was more to come.
He closed his eyes again as he imagined Reid’s cock sliding into him, thick and hot, so much better than a couple of fingers. How had he never thought to touch himself like this before?
“You’re a natural,” Reid murmured, rocking his fingers in and out, a slow, firm massage that left Gabriel whimpering into the pillow under his head, rolling his hips back for more, meeting Reid’s thrusts.
If this was just the prep work, the main event was going to kill him.
It wasn’t the worst death he could imagine.
