To sing what my heart wants to give.
I’ve been torn to shreds, but I saw his eyes.
I’ve been left alone, but he heard my cries.
So I’ll sing all that my heart can give
And promise a good man I’m his
The last chords ring through the air, Gabriel’s gorgeous voice clear. The song is jaw-dropping, beautifully constructed with hard rock edges and soft, sincere melodies. I can still feel the music ringing in my body as the hot tub bubbles around me.
“Gabriel,” I finally manage. “Thank you.”
He sets the guitar aside and walks toward the hot tub. “A song from my heart,” he says, eyeing me hard. “Not just seduction.” He climbs the stairs slowly but purposefully. “Not just physical.” He steps down into the water, sending small waves my way. “A song that’s just for you, like I am.”
I push off from the side of the hot tub, meeting him in the middle. Our thighs and erections and feet bounce together as steam rises around us.
“I’m just for you, too,” I tell him. “I promise. I’ll treat you right.”
Gabriel’s face softens into a smile. “I trust you,” he says.
We kiss. My lips close over his, and the desire and heat that have been building ignite through our bodies. We grab at each other, greedy, and his tongue thrusts into my mouth. When I grab his cock with a squeeze, Gabriel lets out a low grown and drops his body against mine.
“I can’t imagine you ever had a blowjob in a hot tub?” he asks. Gabriel drags his hands down my side, and as I spread my arms across the rim of the giant champagne glass, he lifts my hips, pulling my body out into the water. Kissing at my chest and stepping backward, he keeps going until my hips and cock are at his face.
I grunt, holding the rim while I float in his arms and pleasure rocks me. “Can’t say I have.”
Gabriel’s fingers snake up my balls as he licks his lips. “I fucking love introducing you to new pleasures.”
Without another word, he purses his lips and sucks my erection into the tight heat of his mouth. I groan loudly as warmth washes through my body. Gabriel’s hair is wet, falling all over the place as he sucks me and pumps my cock with his fist. It feels so good I can hardly breathe, and I writhe in the tub, groaning every breath.
Fighting off an orgasm, I finally tear my cock away and throw my mouth against Gabriel’s instead. “Fuck me,” I gasp, my hands all over his face.
His eyes flood with warmth. Gabriel slows for a minute and then nods. “In the bed,” he says, pulling his hand to my hand. “Come.”
My heart pounds as he leads me to the bed, stopping only to wrap a towel around my shoulders. He drags the soft cloth down my body before lowering me into the bed, dries himself quickly, and crawls on top of me.
“Slow?” he asks, voice rough and soft.
I nod. “Slow.”
Gabriel kisses me once more before lowering himself to my ass. Murmuring compliments, he strokes and licks my rim. I’m already warm from the hot tub, and I open easily to his tongue.
Desire washes through me. I need his penetration, and just when I think I can’t handle it anymore, he licks his fingers and slides them in.
I moan. I’m flat on my back, and Gabriel works his fingers into me again and again while he spreads lube on his dick with his other hand. He matches the rhythm of pumping his dick with the movement of his hard fingers into my ass, and my spot throbs, aching pleasurably with every thrust.
“First, I’m going to give you my tip,” he says, stroking his cock toward my hole. “I’m getting nice and wet with precum, and I’m going to take my time spreading it all over your rim.”
I groan. I want it so bad, I’m ready to get bossy, but the steady pressure on my spot keeps me shaking and grunting against the mattress, undone.
“Gabriel,” I manage, pawing at his erection as my own cock leaks on my abs.
“Then I’m going to slide in nice and slow. I want you to feel every inch of me. And I want to savor every inch of your tight, hot hole. I want to remember exactly how good you felt the first time I ever entered you.”
I grab his cock. “Fuck yeah,” I gasp. “Give me your cock. I’m ready for it.”
Gabriel takes the lube from the bedside table, squirts it onto his hand, and pushes his slick fingers deep. “Yeah you are,” he growls softly and pulls his hand out, spreading the lube at my rim. I’m hit by a sudden emptiness, but just as quickly, he finds a new position and grinds his wet crown against my rim, just like he promised.
