The word hangs in the air between us, and I’m not sure if it’s a plea for me to stop or to keep going. I lean away slightly, searching his face, trying to read what he needs.
“I can stop if you want,” I tell him. “Just say the word.”
I still my movements completely, waiting. Gabriel is panting, his breath hot against my neck, but he doesn’t sayanything. The silence stretches, and I can feel his heart pounding against my palm.
“See, I don’t think you want me to stop.” I push my thigh harder into his groin, applying more pressure, and his whole body goes taut. “Admit it, you want this just as much as I do.”
“Fuck,” Gabriel breathes, and the word is so unexpected, so raw, that it sends another jolt of heat through me. I’ve never heard him curse before. Never seen him lose control like this.
And then he starts moving his hips, rubbing himself against my thigh. Slow at first, then faster. His fingers dig into my shoulders, his breath coming in short gasps against my neck. I stand still and let him move at his own pace.
“That’s it,” I murmur, kissing his neck, then his jaw. “Take what you need.”
I capture his mouth again, swallowing his whimpers as he ruts against me. His movements are uncoordinated, frantic, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Gabriel, always so composed and elegant, grinding against my leg like he can’t help himself.
I press my lips to his ear. “You’re so beautiful like this. So beautiful when you lose control. It turns me on so much.”
Gabriel cries out, his eyes rolling back, and I feel him pulse against my leg. His whole body goes rigid, shuddering, and then he’s coming, his orgasm crashing over him with an intensity that nearly takes me down with him. I’m so close to the edge myself, my cock straining against my zipper, and watching Gabriel fall apart against me almost tips me over.
His legs give out.
He slides down the door until he’s sitting on the floor, his chest heaving, his eyes glazed. I stand over him, my own breathcoming hard, and the sight of him wrecked and sated at my feet does something to me.
I can’t take it anymore.
I pop the button of my pants and unzip them, reaching in and pulling my cock out. The relief of being free from the confining fabric is immediate, and I wrap my hand around myself with a hiss of pleasure.
Gabriel looks up at me from the floor, and his eyes widen when he sees me.
I know my cock is impressive. It’s both a blessing and a curse. I’m long and thick, bigger than average, and it’s caused problems in the past. Rachel always complained that it hurt, and I’ve spent years holding back during sex, trying not to cause her pain, trying to be gentle when all I wanted was to let go.
But right now, seeing the awe in Gabriel’s eyes, I can’t help feeling smug.
I give myself a long stroke from base to tip, squeezing firmly, then flick my thumb over the head. The sensation is exquisite, and I hiss through my teeth. I’m close, so close, and it’s all because of him. Because of my stepbrother looking up at me with those dark, hungry eyes.
“Do you like it?” I ask, a smirk tugging at my lips.
Gabriel doesn’t reply. He just licks his lips, his gaze locked on my cock like he’s hypnotized.
I stroke myself again, squeezing harder, watching the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips.
“You made me this hard,” I tell him, my voice dropping lower. “I’m so close I’m gonna burst.”
Gabriel parts his lips wider, still looking up at me, and the raw expression on his face, the hunger and the need, breaks whatever restraint I have left.
I start jerking myself off in earnest, my strokes fast and firm. My other hand braces against the door above Gabriel’s head, and I look down at him, taking in every detail. His wet hair plastered to his forehead, his swollen lips, the way his eyes are fixed on me.
“You look so good like that,” I tell him. “On your knees, flushed and wrecked because of me.”
Gabriel licks his lips again and shocks me by opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue.
The sight destroys me, pushing me right to the edge. I come with a groan, my hand working my cock, and I spill messily onto his waiting tongue, his lips, his nose, his cheekbones. I come and come, thick ropes covering his face, and I can’t stop, can’t do anything but ride out the most intense orgasm of my life while my stepbrother kneels in front of me.
When it finally subsides, I press my forehead against the door, my eyes closing. My legs are shaking, my whole body trembling with the aftershocks. I stay like that for a minute, trying to catch my breath and process what just happened.
When I finally open my eyes and look down at Gabriel, he’s licking his lips, tasting me.
Fuuuck.
