Page 29 of Gabriel's Salvation

Again, I try to nod but he wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes. “What did I tell you about using your words?” he snaps, this time shocking me further by slapping his hand against the inside of my thigh, not enough to hurt but enough to leave a slight sting.

“Fuck!” I shout out in surprise.

“I want to, so fucking bad,” he purrs.

He releases his hand on my throat and quickly thrusts a finger inside my now soaking slit. “Hmm, so wet for me already,” he says and I can hear the grin in his voice, just before I feel a second finger enter me.

His fingers begin thrusting in and out of me at a quick pace causing me to moan and groan as my orgasm begins to build.

“Yes... yes… oh god,” I moan, then suddenly he stops.

“Heey ...” I grumble, feeling all types of frustrated. My frustration is short-lived though, because he lifts my body up by my hips and thrusts a pillow under my ass as he begins expertly fucking me with his fingers all over again. He peppers kisses and bites along the inside of my thighs and onto my mound before sucking and licking my most sensitive spot.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he asks, as I begin to moan out in ecstasy.

“Yes, yes, don't stop,” I manage to say. Fuck me, Justin's gone down on me a couple of times, but it never felt like this. It felt okay, I guess, a little sloppy and rough, kind of like being licked by a cat, but fuck me this feels nothing like that. This feels like the perfect mixture of heaven and hell combined.

He continues licking and sucking before adding his fingers to the mixture, as well. Before I even have time to tell him I'm going to cum, I'm cumming hard and fast, so fast in fact, that I feel my legs begin to shake.

“Such a dirty, little bitch,” he chuckles in a most delicious sounding way.

“My dirty little bitch,” he says before he grips me by the jaw and thrusts his tongue deep inside my mouth. I taste a mixture of him, cigarettes, mints, as well as what I can only assume is me on his tongue.

Gabe

The plan was just to edge her a few times and then leave her wanting. To punish her by depriving her of the one thing she wanted most in that moment. Have her begging me to let her cum. But hearing her moans and pants, all I could think about was hearing the sound she'd make when I made her cum. Watching the way her chest heaved and her body shook as the orgasm took over her was like my own personal drug. Never in my life have I been more desperate to fuck someone. It took every ounce of strength, strength I didn't even know I possessed, not to fuck her then and there.

“Wow, that was, wow,” she moans, still writhing on the bed. I lean over her, take a quick nip at her dusky nipple, and finally remove the t-shirt binding her hands.

She reaches down and removes her makeshift blindfold. I can't help but smirk at the cheesy grin plastering her face. Her hair is a mess and she's sporting the typical just fucked look, and I didn’t even fuck her yet.

“I'm so tired,” she yawns as she rolls over and curls herself into a beautiful, naked little ball. I kiss her head and tell her to sleep.

Against every fiber in my body, the ones that are telling me to run away, I climb in beside her on the other side of the bed. I'm just tired, that's all. It doesn't mean anything. Sure, this is the first time since you were sixteen you've let a girl sleep in your bed, but it doesn't mean anything. This isn't even your bed. I argue with my own mind before I finally drift off myself.

I don't know how long I've been asleep, but I wake with an unfamiliar feeling, the feeling of something heavy weighing down on my chest. Fear takes over as in my sleepy haze I'm transported back to my childhood and the soul crushing feeling I'd get when my father woke me up. My hand flies down, expecting to feel him pushing me down. But I'm surprised when my fingers connect with hair and lots of it. I reach for the lamp beside me, wondering what the hell is on my chest. As the room comes into focus, I realize it's a head, Stacey’s head to be exact. She’s flung across my chest and her head is resting against my ribs. A small grumble leaves her mouth letting me know she's about to stir. I have two choices here, push her off and run away or turn the light off and lay silently praying she doesn't wake. To my shock, my subconscious chooses the second. I lie there in darkness, holding my breath while I listen to her breathing even back out.

I find myself stroking her hair as I lie there listening to the reassuring sound of the small snores escaping her lips. I stroke her hair, again and again until I feel a strange calmness overtake me as I drift off to sleep myself.

Stacey

Iwake up feeling like I've spent the night inside an oven. I try to move, but I'm wrapped in strong arms, arms that are almost impossible to move. The side of my face is hot and sweaty from resting my head against a warm body all night.

At first, I sleepily assume it belongs to Justin. Until I notice the black swirls in front of my eyes. I wriggle enough to break free of the arms holding me and notice more swirls and patterns. Tattoos covering half his chest and arms. I look up and realize it's Gabe. That's when everything from last night floods in like a tidal wave. The concert, Justin's anger, the slap to the face. I reach up and touch my eye and wince at the contact. Rushing towards the bathroom I look in the mirror and gasp. The whole area under my eye and part of my cheek is a mixture of red and purple. That bastard hit me hard enough to give me a black eye!

I rush to find my handbag, hoping to find something in there to cover it up. Thankfully, I find a small concealer which helps slightly, but not enough.

I look over and see Gabe fast asleep, still frowning, but asleep. I contemplate waking him, asking for a ride home again, but what do I say? Hey thanks for saving me from my ex-boyfriend last night, and for giving me the best orgasm of my life, but now let's shake hands and part ways? I don't think so.

Instead, I quietly grab my things, get dressed and sneak out the door.

I tried calling my sister, but there's no answer.

Next, I try calling a few friends but they've gone out for the day.

So I have no choice but to ask the front desk to call me a taxi home.

I get home and head down to my bedroom, hoping to see my sister and tell her some of what happened last night. About what happened at the concert. And about the fact I ran into Gabe again. But as soon as I do, I spot a folded up note on my pillow.

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