Page 37 of Choke Up

His fingers move around inside me, massaging and stroking. It feels strange. Not in a bad way, just strange. I feel pressure, like I need to use the bathroom, but I know I'm cleaned out. But then his fingers brush over what must be my prostate, because my insides light up like a Christmas tree. My cock, which had softened a little as we tested the stretch of my ass, pops back up to full mast, and my body lurches.

"Oh, fuck."

"Yeah? Right there? Let's try that again." His fingers rub back and forth over that same spot, and my eyes roll back in my head. "Fuck, that's sexy." I have no idea what he's seeing that's so sexy, but my skin has erupted in gooseflesh and I'm close to coming.

Gabe lets off my prostate and works another finger into me, stretching me beyond what I thought my capacity would be.

"Fucking hell, Ellis. I want to stretch you until I can fit my whole hand?—"

His fingers nudge my prostate again, and my entire body spasms as my cock erupts. "Gabe!" Cum splashes everywhere, from my chest to my thighs, and I'm sure all over Gabe, too. But he doesn't say a word or move to lick it from my skin like he has before.

He doesn't move a muscle, completely frozen.

I said his name.

Shit.

When he pulls back from me, I move to sit up, reaching for him. "Gabe, it's okay."

"No." His voice is that stupid, low rasp, but I can't tell if it's him snapping the disguise back in place after it's already too late, or if he's choked on—what? Emotion? Anger? Betrayal?

My hands fly to my face to remove the blindfold, desperate to gauge his facial expressions, to know what he's thinking. His hands pull mine down to prevent me from removing the blindfold.

"Gabe—"

"No!" His sudden shout makes me jump. He's really fucking angry. But that's bullshit. If anyone has the right to be angry, it should be me. Except I'm not angry. I just want to talk to him.

I scramble to my knees, blindly reaching for his face until I can cup his jaw. I press myself into him, running my lips over his jaw. "Gabe," I whisper against his lips, one hand reaching to pull the blindfold off.

Everything's a whirlwind as Gabe jerks me around, turning my body away from him and pressing me onto my stomach. He lays himself over me, holding my hands out to the side. He's trembling. His cock is still hard and pressing into my crack, and for the first time, I'm a little afraid.

I wasn't afraid the first time I walked into a pitch-black bathroom to meet a stranger, but right now I'm terrified of Gabe's anger. Not that he could hurt me physically, because I don't think he would. And even if he did, my body would heal. But the way his body is trembling, the way small drops of hot moisture that could be sweat, or maybe tears, fall on the back of my shoulder, and the way he holds me still like he's afraid I'll do something stupid. All those things make me afraid. Because I might have done irreparable damage.

"Ga—"

His mouth drops to my ear, and his voice is a low, menacing growl that seizes up my insides.

"No."

This time, when his weight leaves my body, I stay down. I silently count to ten to calm myself, willing my voice not to shake as I pull myself up and turn to confront him. Instead of saying his name, I start with, "I'm sorry?—"

But before I can pull the blindfold off, he's gone.

CHAPTER 14

GABE

Ellis: Can we talk about last night?

Ellis: I’m really sorry about the way it happened. I meant to tell you, but we got carried away and I didn’t want to stop.

Ellis: I don’t want to stop.

Ellis: Gabe, we can work this out.

Elliot: This trip isn’t the same without you, man. You sure you can’t come?

Gabe: I need the extra credits. Have fun.

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