I feel powerful.
I feel alive.
His crown thuds the back of my throat. It makes me choke, but I keep control by pumping his erection, pulling his dick in and out of my pursed mouth. Gabriel’s thighs strain as he bucks his hips, groaning with every short thrust.
Our bodies are connected. It’s hard to explain. I can feel the nerves sparking in Gabriel’s body like they’re my own. I can feel his orgasm throbbing and demanding release when I drag my tongue up the underside of his cock, can sense his muscles convulsing with pleasure when I suck him deep and hold him there, precum slick in the back of my throat.
“Fuck, Spencer. You’re wrecking me.”
I work my hand to his ass, cupping his cheek as I pull him close. It’s so satisfying to feel Gabriel respond and know how much he’s enjoying this. I’m still inexperienced, still finding my way, but I know Gabriel likes what I’m delivering, and it gives me the confidence to keep going.
His sack draws up tight, and I pull it down. Gabriel lets out a guttural groan as he shudders, and I sense he’s at his limit. I stroke his crease, feeling his crack as I keep working him, and his hand is all over my face.
“Gonna come. Gonna come in your hot mouth.”
I groan to let him know I’m ready for it, and when I tug on his balls again, Gabriel convulses. He thrusts hard from the hips, plowing his dick into the back of my throat. His fat erection gets even fatter before he thrusts one last time and comes, pumping an orgasm that floods my mouth.
Semen gushes out of him. I choke but, with his throbbing cock buried, manage to swallow down his salty release, gulping it.
I’m dizzy, overcome with the power of what just rocketed through us. As soon as I pull my lips back, though, Gabriel falls onto me. He pushes me back to the floor, and I laugh with surprise as he crawls down my torso.
“Fucking give it to me,” he groans, taking my erection in both hands. I’m so sensitive and raw, it sends an earthquake through me, shaking from my core. Not wasting a second, Gabriel swallows me whole, and his tongue slathers me.
The wet heat of his mouth feels so good it’s excruciating. I writhe back against the floor, my muscles convulsing beyond my control. When I grab his head, burying my fingers in his long hair, Gabriel moans and drags his fist from my root to my tip.
White light overpowers my vision. The pleasure pulsing from my dick is everywhere, stealing my voice and my thoughts. All I can think about is the taste of semen on my lips and my desperate, primal need for relief.
“Take it,” I groan, thrusting my erection into his mouth so deep I can feel my crown stretching the back of his throat. “Take my load.”
My orgasm ignites, and I unload. Thunder crashes, and Gabriel squeezes his tight lips up my shaft and pushes his head up. His hair is everywhere, his face sweaty, and there’s semen dripping from his lips.
“Damn, Spencer,” he says, grinning. “I should have asked you to fuck my face weeks ago.”
CHAPTERTWENTY
GABRIEL
Spencerand I don’t sleep at all that night and sure as fuck don’t leave the house for a photo op.
Instead, I try to make him one of his healthy meals in the kitchen and end up finger-fucking him against the counter. After we finally eat, he devours me again on the couch, sucking my cock and licking my ass like he could never be satisfied. I swallow his dick in the shower after, and when we hump our way to my bed, we finish the night off facing each other, naked on the sheets and jerking off to a simultaneous orgasm.
He passes out immediately after. I love that about him.
Tonight, I don’t move my tired butt to the couch. Too exhausted to think any better, I pull him close to my chest, kick my ankle over his foot, and fall asleep, too.
When I wake the next morning, the first thing I notice is that he’s gone. The emptiness is heavy in the bed, and quickly, my brain starts to process what we did the night before.
Holy shit.
“Hey, you’re up.” Spencer appears from behind the bookshelves where I keep my records, two mugs of coffee in one hand. He’s put on a pair of sweats and a US Open shirt. “Sorry I fell asleep in your bed again.”
I sit up as I scratch my bare chest. “Don’t worry about it. Knocking out after multiple orgasms is a chemical reaction.”
He rubs the back of his head. “That’s one way to look at it.” When he glances down, he remembers the mugs in his hand. “Coffee? You shouldn’t drink it on an empty stomach, but I know you do.”
He’s adorable, and it’s hard to resist pulling him back into bed with me.
Yeah. Hooking up again definitely didn’t help the part of me that’s ready to fall in love with this guy.
