Page 49 of Gabe

Was I spoiled for any other man?

Probably.

Was I going to consider what that meant for my future love life?

Not right now.

Maybe, once everything else was settled and we were safe and no longer in hiding, then I could think about it. For now, I was just going to enjoy being alive and take advantage of the few pleasures my situation brought me.

Eventually, Gabe grew impatient, and he sat up so he could properly divest me of my clothes. I let him, but only because I was too busy trying to remove his at the same time. In the end, all of our clothing ended up in a scattered pile over the floor. I could see the slight twitch in Gabe’s eye as he was struck by the urge to properly fold our clothes, but after weeks of sleeping together, I’d gotten better about distracting him.

I lay back on the bed, my body on full display, and ran my leg over his hip.

“Come on. You’re not going to leave me waiting like this? Are you?”

I thought Gabe would come closer and let me wrap my arms around him again. So, I wasn’t prepared for the cold rush of air that hit me when he stood up. Without the heat of his body, I shivered against the sheets and couldn’t control the whine that slipped past my lips.

“No. Come back.”

I reached out desperately for him, but all he did was laugh at me with a smug little grin on his otherwise stoic face.

“Impatient thing, aren’t you?”

I sat up so I could reach him. “Yes. Now, come here.”

“No.” With one hand, he pushed me back onto the bed. “Stay there. The only thing you need to do is concentrate on staying quiet.”

Before I could ask what he meant, I yelped when he suddenly knelt at the end of the bed, perfectly positioned right between my legs. I had just enough time to clamp my hands over my mouth and silence myself before he took my cock into his mouth.

Damn, the man seemed to have gotten better at controlling his gag-reflex. There was no hesitation this time before he swallowed me almost all the way to the root. The intense pleasure that surged through me was too overwhelming. My own hands clamped over my mouth were the only things keeping me quiet, otherwise, I definitely would have been shouting.

Sebastian and Newt were just in the other room. They would hear if we made any noise. While they probably wouldn’t mind—the fact that Gabe and I were sleeping together was no secret—I wasn’t into exhibitionism. The noises I made during sex were for only me and my partner to hear.

It took all of my concentration to keep my hands over my mouth and not make a sound. My whole body trembled with the effort.

Gabe, on the other hand, seemed to take it as a challenge. He did everything he could to make me lose control, alternating the movement of his head between quick and slow and using his hands to stroke lightly over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. All the things he knew drove me crazy.

I squeezed my eyes closed and dug my fingers into my cheeks, completely ignoring the fact I might bruise my skin with how hard I pressed my hands over my mouth. The need to moan and make noise welled up in me, like water filling up behind a dam. I would burst eventually. Even the best self-control had limits, and mine was hardly the best, but I refused to give up so easily.

With his mouth and hands, Gabe drove me right to the edge of pleasure, but before I could tip over, he suddenly stopped. I nearly broke, and a low groan managed to escape past the iron grip I had over my mouth.

“Shhh,” Gabe scolded me, letting his breath tease over my aching arousal.

I squirmed but didn’t say a word.

After a minute, when my breathing had calmed down a little, he swallowed me again and picked up right where he’d left off.

“Bastard,” I hissed through clenched teeth, though I barely removed my hands enough to speak, so I wasn’t sure he heard me.

Through the tears of frustration that had gathered in my eyes, I looked down the length of my own body at him to find him looking up at me.

He’d definitely heard me.

I would have said more, but the sight of him staring at me with a smug glint in his eyes even as his mouth continued to pleasure me was surprisingly erotic.

A new wave of arousal washed through me, and I shivered. My stomach felt weak, and I couldn’t continue to hold myself up enough to keep looking at him. I collapsed back on the bed, my head thrown back as I stared up at the ceiling and kept my hands firmly locked over my mouth.

There was no telling how long that went on, though I could hear the ticking of a clock somewhere in the distance beyond the wet wounds Gabe was making. Over and over again, he’d bring me right to the edge of orgasm, then stop before I could finish, only to start again after I’d calmed down. The man could have kept edging me like that forever and I wouldn’t have complained, but denying me also meant denying himself, and even Gabe’s iron will had a limit.

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