Page 19 of Blue Lines and Lullabies

“I’m not doing that. Turn off your damn phone,” I repeat.

His gaze snaps to mine as his jaw clenches in anger. But those eyes, the beautiful brown eyes that currently seem to be undressing me slowly, smolder. “You’ll do whatever I tell you to do because I’m fucking paying you to do it.”

“No.”

“Yes.” He approaches me, his stance taut with both power and sensuality.

“Oh yeah? How are you gonna make me?” I taunt, knowing exactly what’s about to happen. I’m poking the bear, and I fully intend to reap the benefits.

“Motherfucker,” Gabe swears as he grabs me and crushes our lips together. The moment we connect, my soul sings in bliss. I think I needed this. Needed him. I need him like I’ve never experienced before. The tension between us slowly built until we combusted.

Our tongues duel in harmony as we both grab hungrily at each other, my hands scratching up and down his back while his latch into my hair and maneuver my head in whatever direction he wants. Gabe is hot. Daddy Gabe is fire. But dominant Gabe? Take charge Gabe? Holy shit, it’s an inferno.

Gabe picks me up and walks to the kitchen, depositing me on the bar. It’s higher than the counters, and I’m unsure of his intentions. “What are you doing?”

He pulls up a chair and sits down, a feral grin covering his face, and I find my core is at the perfect height for his mouth. “Eating. Take off your fucking pants.”

When I don’t move fast enough, he grabs hold of the waistband of my leggings and yanks them off, taking my panties with them, and slides both hands up my legs seductively until his hands rest on my inner thighs. When I tremble with need, he smiles. “That’s my girl. Tell me what you want, Cassie.”

Jesus, I could come just from his voice. Somehow, it’s deeper, raspier, and downright carnal how he’s speaking to me.

“Use your words, Firecracker,” Gabe coaxes as one finger skirts along the seam of my pussy, but not enough to touch anything.

“I — I want to come,” I stammer.

“I know that, baby. How do you want to come? With my mouth? Fingers? My cock? Do you want it rough, or do you want me to edge you for hours?”

“You have to sleep,” I whimper. “You need to be rested for your trip.”

“No, I need this. I need you. Now fucking tell me how you’ll let me have you,” Gabe murmurs, his voice like honey being poured on my skin.

“All of it, I want all of it! Make me come with your tongue, Gabe. Please!” I cry out. I attempt to slide my fingers down and take the edge off by touching my clit, but he slaps my hand away. Gabe slides one finger inside my channel, and my body automatically clamps down on him. He finds my G-spot and rubs, ever so slowly, but backs off as soon as he recognizes I’m about to come. Needing some relief, I grab my breasts, pinching my nipples harshly, but Gabe pulls one arm down.

“I’ll get you off, Cass.I’lldo it. Don’t you dare try to takemyorgasm from me.”

Holy shit. The mouth on this man.

“Then do it, god dammit!” I shout, ready to shove him away and take care of it myself. I’m so turned on I’m shaking. I think we’ve been edging each other for the last two weeks. Like a pot of water, slowly heating up, building until a rolling boil threatens to spill over. God, I need this. I ache with need for him.

I again slide my fingers down, needing anything on my clit to give me a little release of the pressure building inside me, and Gabe slaps my hand away again. Two fingers slide inside this time, and thankfully, he applies more pressure to my G-spot. “Come on, hurry, please!”

I open my eyes to look at Gabe, and find a thunderous expression covering his gorgeous face. I expect another verbal tongue-lashing, but what I get instead is anactualtongue-lashing. His head disappears between my legs, and I finally feel the velvety softness of his tongue against my clit. It doesn’t take much, though. A quick flick, flick, flick, and I combust. My back bows off the counter as a fierce orgasm overtakes me, my entire body shaking as pleasure courses throughout my veins. But Gabe doesn’t stop. He builds me right back up, sending me over again and again until I push his head away. Still shuddering, my vagina has a damn pulse, and he’s looking at me like he could sit here all night, feasting on my pussy.

“I can’t,” I whimper.

“You can’t what?” He straightens his back, and I peer at him. His scruff is wet, evidence of my multiple orgasms. Gabe’s pupils are blown so wide I can’t tell where they stop and his irises begin. He’s panting as hard as I am, almost as if he got off on getting me off.

“Too sensitive,” I finally answer.

I feel one finger slowly slide into my channel, immediately finding my G-spot, and I let out a guttural moan. “Oh, I think you’ve got at least a few more in there, baby.”

A second finger joins in, and then Gabe takes his other hand and presses it against my lower abdomen. The pressure is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I feel like I need to pee, but a spark ignites in my core. I’m thrashing on the counter as I both push toward Gabe and also away from him, confused by what I’m feeling. I’ve never felt an intensity like this. It’s overtaking my entire body, and when Gabe leans forward to latch onto my clit, nibbling it softly, I shatter. I feel a gush as Gabe pushes his hands together like he’s trying to get them to meet inside me, and an orgasm like I’ve never felt before rumbles through my system. I let out a long moan as I ride the wave of the best high I’ve ever gotten.

Gabe carefully slides his arms underneath me, picks me up, and carries me to the couch. He goes to lay me down, but I throw my legs down and then push him onto the couch.

“You need to rest, Firecracker,” he says, but I shake my head.

“No. I need to feel you. You said you needed me a few weeks ago. During your nap, remember? Well, now I’m telling you that I need this. I need it so badly, Gabe. Please,” I whisper. He pushes an errant hair behind my ears and gives me a soft smile.

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