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“I want you to fuck me too,” he says next.

“You do?” I answer, but I don’t think he hears me.

“Just thinking about your fat cock in my ass has me wanting to come.”

Oh my god, his mouth is so dirty. It’s so hot.

He kisses my neck, dragging his tongue up to my ear. He nibbles and tugs on my earlobe, another growl leaving him. Thehold he has on me tightens to something almost possessive, and my dick throbs. I picture him bent over for me, asking me to fuck him. I like the thought of that. But also, I like the thought of him walking me through him fucking me. I don’t know what any of this means, and why I’m suddenly imagining sex with a man when it was never a thought before him, but oh well. I’m tired of worrying about everything all the time. I want more of this. This feeling of freedom and not caring. I could be so happy if I could just… stop it. I turn to face him, his eyes wide in shock.

“Let’s go back to the room,” I say.

His smile is slow forming, but it turns into a bright grin. He leans down to kiss me, hand on my cheek in the sweetest gesture. When he pulls away, I whimper at the loss.

“No,” he says simply, just as I was about to bolt back to the hotel.

“What? Why not?”

He’s smiling like a smug jerk.

“Because when we fuck for the first time, I want you with a clear head.”

“I do have a clear head,” I argue.

He chuckles, then leans in. “You’re so drunk, Gabriel. And it’s fucking adorable.”

Storm kisses me again, a firm press of his salty lips to mine. He turns me back around, making me dance with him again, his dick still hard and rubbing against my ass. How does he just ignore it? How doesn’t he want to come right this very second? This is driving me crazy!

“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll get my cock soon enough,” are his next words, and I melt into him.

We dance until there’s no music, until we’re being kicked out by the staff. The group of people is small as we walk back to the hotel. Dominic, Mikah, Zach, and us. We laugh and stumble intoeach other. Dominic and Mikah kiss each other a lot. It’s clear they love each other. And Storm doesn’t let go of my hand.

I have a feeling that when I go back home, things are going to be different. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but something tells me it’s more than that. Something deeper. I’ve changed, and for once, I think that’s a good thing.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Storm

The hotel is big, with two sets of elevators that take you to two different sections. They aren’t connected since they’re two separate towers, so you have to take the right elevator to get to your room. We split with the group in the lobby, since our room is in the north tower while everyone else’s is in the other. It’s late, the lobby quiet outside of the ruckus we caused coming in. The hotel staff smile at us, not seeming to care. I’m sure they’re used to it.

The moment the elevator doors close and I push the button for our floor, Gabe has me pressed against the wall, his mouth on my neck.Fuck, this is unexpected, but it makes my dick happy. Still, I’m not okay taking advantage of him while he’s drunk.

I can tell you the exact number of times before today that I worried about someone’s state of mind before taking them tobed. It’s zero. Yeah, that sounds kind of shitty, but it’s true. I always took people’s actions for what they were. That is, before meeting Gabriel. All I think about is his well being and how he’ll handle it afterward.

His mouth moves up to my jaw then finds my lips and I give into the kiss he so desperately wants. It’s just a kiss. Simple. Only, it feels like so much more with him.

His hands are on my stomach, sliding up my chest and back down, exploring my body in a way that has me so goddamn hot because he’s never been so ballsy before.

The car stops, the doors open, and we don’t step out. I tangle my hands in his hair, deepening the kiss and flipping us so he’s against the wall and I’m taking control. I grind against him, feeling him harden. He groans, grinding his hips against me in return. He wants me to get him off; it’s my job now. He always comes to me for it,needingme. Doing it himself is not an option, and as much as I would love to know why, I just don’t care.

The doors slide closed, and the car stays put as Gabe and I make out like teenagers. His hands tighten around my waist and he pushes me, turning us so my back is slammed against the wall and I can’t help but laugh.

“Who are you?” I rasp out, gaze upwards as Gabe tugs on the collar of my shirt to suck on that sweet spot where my neck meets my shoulder. I don’t get a response from him, he just keeps kissing and groaning and thrusting against me. I know his body well enough that I think he may come just like this. I wouldn’t be surprised and I wouldn’t hate it. He’s so fucking needy and doesn’t know how to handle his horniness. It’s hot as hell.

The elevator moves again, going up, but I ignore it until it dings and the doors slide open. I open my eyes and see someone standing on the other side, so I move Gabe off me.

“Sorry,” I mutter to the woman walking onto the elevator. She has a small fluffy dog on a leash that follows her and she gives me a small smile, while Gabe is scowling at me like I just pissed in his cereal.

He’s panting, lips swollen and red, completely oblivious to the fact someone else is in the elevator with us. I like him like this. Unhinged and uncaring. Though, I do enjoy his sweet and innocent side who needs me to walk him through jerking his dick.

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