Page 54 of Choke Up

Gabe's massive body is hot against mine, and the grip his arms have around my middle is inescapable. My bed is smaller than his, but he's insisted on sleeping in here for the past few weeks, sneaking in after Elliot goes to bed. I'm just happy he's sleeping again at all, and I admit to sleeping better too, despite being restrained by a huge, snuggly furnace.

Usually I wake up alone, so wrung out that I never notice Gabe's alarm that he sets for four in the morning. It gives him enough time to beat off in the shower and get dressed before Elliot's alarm goes off, and then he can be smug about being ready for their morning run first.

I tense for a moment before remembering that Elliot left to spend a couple of nights at his girlfriend's house. It's Spring Break, but the baseball team doesn't get the same time off that the rest of the school does. They had a seven-inning shutout during their game yesterday. Elliot left almost right after, and following the team lunch to celebrate an undefeated season so far, Gabe and I came back to the apartment and took advantage of the privacy. Gabe managed to fit his giant body in the shower with me and washed every inch of my body before pinning my hands against the shower wall and tongue fucking my ass until I came. Then we studied, mostly, trying to get ahead on the classwork that Gabe has finally caught up on. Afterwards we laid on the couch and pretended to watch a movie, knowing there's no way we could pay attention. I tried, but the tension between us was too thick. I gave in to his touch, and Gabe ended up jacking me off under the blanket while dry humping my ass until we both came in our pants and needed to shower again.

Despite climbing into my bed every night, sucking orgasms from my body like he needs the nutrients, and falling asleep wrapped around me, Gabe still won't let me touch or kiss him. I think it's his way of keeping his distance, so there's less to feel guilty about. It’s not what I intended when I coaxed him into touching me again. I thought once he was comfortable enough, once he knew how much I still wanted him, that he’d come around.

Slowly and carefully, I turn around in his hold so I'm facing him. His body seems to instinctively curve around mine, making concessions wherever needed to fit me against him. With my head pressed to his chest, I weave our legs together. He stirs, pulling me closer. His morning wood presses against mine, and we both groan. His eyes flutter open before he gives me a sleepy grin.

"Don't think I don't see what you're doing, baby," he says, his voice gravelly and sexy.

I push my hips into him again, and he shudders before rolling me beneath him. The bed creaks under his weight, and I sink into the mattress, writhing against him. It's hard to be disappointed when the weight of him feels so right. I pout when he lifts himself up on his arms and knees, nosing at my collarbone. He rolls his hips into mine, the cotton of his boxer briefs against my bare skin.

"You have something for me this morning, beautiful?" he murmurs into my neck before pressing a kiss against my pulse.

"Why won’t you let me touch you?” I rasp as his lips and tongue trail down my body, pausing to lick and tug on my nipple ring. My fingers rake into his hair, twisting into the short locks as he makes his way down my body. The light skim of his lips over my hip bones tickles, and he tortures me for far too long.

"Look at this pretty little cock, so wet and ready for me." His broad shoulders push between my legs to tease my cock. Pre-cum leaks from my slit, pearls of it dripping down my shaft. Gabe's tongue captures some of the droplets, licking from my base to my tip. His big hands grip the back of my thighs, and he pushes them up so my knees are nearly touching my chest.

"And this perfect pink hole, just begging for my tongue. I'm going to eat you for breakfast, baby, and chase it down with all that sweet cream you give me."

It's not until after I've come so hard I forget my own name that I realize how well he's weaponized his distraction techniques. When I get my bearings again, I pull his hair by the roots until he looks up at me. He still doesn't answer, and I can't help but feel disappointed. I'd hoped that opening the door would get him more comfortable again, that it would make him want me. The way he looks at me and can't keep his hands off me suggests that I'm right, not to mention the near permanent erection he has around me. But maybe I'm wrong?

I sit up and pull back. He lets me, and I can't decide if I appreciate the respect for my space, or if I'm disappointed that he doesn't yank me back down under him and take what he wants from me. Like he used to, before the blindfold came off.

We get up, and Gabe sends me to the shower first. I narrow my eyes at him, annoyed that he's not coming in with me. As I wash the remnants of the night before from my body, I concoct a plan.

I'm going to break him.

The smells of bacon and something sweet fill the air when I finally leave the bathroom, shaved and scrubbed to perfection. He cooked? We have a small kitchenette, with a two-burner stove, a microwave, and a toaster oven that I'm pretty sure we're not supposed to have, but we don't really cook much outside of reheating pre-cooked meals we buy from the dining hall and the occasional grilled sandwich. Scrambled eggs are probably the only thing we've ever cooked on the stove.

"What's all this?" I ask, watching him put French toast on a plate. He even tops it with cut strawberries and sprinkles it with powdered sugar. He had to have planned this ahead to have these ingredients available.

Don't swoon. Don't swoon. Play it cool.

Gabe looks up, his pleased grin falling as his mouth drops open. I keep a pleasant smile on my face, sauntering around the counter to pop a sugar covered strawberry into my mouth.

He steps back to get a good look at me, eyes roaming all the way down my body. They rake over my exposed midriff and the tiny satin shorts that were a gag gift from the Pride Alliance secret Santa party. Antoni gave me the crop top the next day, because the black-on-black design with satiny kiss marks matches them perfectly. His eyes linger on the bulge of my cock, which is only half hard by sheer willpower. I bend to rest my arms on the end of the counter, stealing another strawberry. If a little powdered sugar ends up on my lips, it's entirely coincidental. I fight to pretend I don't notice the way his pupils dilate as his gaze zeros in on my mouth.

"Oh, you're just being cruel now," he mumbles, voice low and rumbly in a way that makes my skin tingle.

Play. It. Cool.

My tongue swipes over the sugar, and I swear I can feel the heat radiating off him. He wants me. But he's not going to have me unless I can have him, too. I'm determined.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I say, my mouth quirking up on one side. "Do we have orange juice?

Turning away from him, I open the fridge and bend at the waist to look inside. Just as I reach for the carton, warm hands land on either side of my hips. I look over my shoulder, ignoring the urge to push my ass back into the obvious erection straining Gabe's sleep pants. "We're low. Can you add it to the list?"

His gaze is fixed on my ass, thumbs rubbing over the silky material. "Where did these come from?"

"Um…" I pretend to think. "Christmas gift from Antoni."

I feel his grip tighten as I stand, and I fight the evil grin that wants to escape. Gabe doesn't release his grip on my hips, only pulls me into his body, his breath hot against the shell of my ear. "And why is Antoni buying you underwear?"

I raise an eyebrow over my shoulder. "They're shorts. For going out clubbing."

"You don't go clubbing. And these are not shorts for wearing in public. They're fucking panties, for Christ's sake."

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