Page 80 of Bad at Love

When we reach the lobby, the woman gets off with the dog.

“Have a good night,” I say as I press the button to go back to our floor.

“I want you to fuck me,” Gabriel says, eyes heated.

“I already told you I’m not doing that while you’re like this.”

“I’m fine,” he demands, cheeks flushed and eyes a little crazy.

“Mhm,” I mutter. “So fine that you didn’t have a single care that you were putting on a show for a poor old woman just trying to take her dog out to pee?”

Gabe smiles, shrugging. “Maybe she subscribes to your page.”

I bark out a laugh.

“I’m fine putting on a show for people who pay for it, but they have topayfor it.”

“I don’t pay for it,” he says, stepping closer to me.

“You’re different.” My voice comes out raspier than I thought it would.

“So fuck me then.”

I hold his gaze before shaking my head. I lean in to kiss him.

“I will. But not tonight.”

He blinks a few times before sighing. “Fine. But at least make me come before we go to bed,” he pleads.

“I love when you talk like that,” I growl, gripping his hair and going in for another kiss. Long strokes of his hot tongue like he’s trying to devour me and can’t get enough have me weak.

The doors open on our floor and we stumble out, tripping, but I catch us on the wall, him caged in with my forearm braced against it. My other hand is still tangled in his hair.

Gabe reaches for my pants, undoing the button, and I laugh against his lips. I really fucking love him like this.

“We aren’t even in the room yet.”

He looks around, confused. I quickly kiss his lips, take his hand, and pull him after me. It takes way too long to get into the room because Gabe won’t stop kissing and clawing at me. I drop the key card five times and when the light is green to open the door, I can’t get to it in time because Gabe is in the way. I have to try again. Two more swipes and finally it’s green again, so I turn the handle and shove forward. Once we’re in the room, there’s no more holding back on my end.

Buttons fly everywhere as I tear open his vest and then shirt to get to his chest. Sucks because he looked really fucking good in that, but I’ll get him another. I bite down on his nipple, causing him to hiss and his body to jolt, but his hand is on my head pushing me closer as if he wants me to do it again. So I do. The groan that comes out of him has me leaking.

“More,” he grunts out. “Give me more.”

I lick along his chest and nibble on his other nipple, sucking it and causing him to hiss again. His hands grasp at my pants, wanting to get them undone, and this time I let him since we’re in our room and there’s no chance of getting banned from the hotel.

I walk him backward until he’s against the wall and kick my shoes off to get my pants down. I pause just a second to take my shirt off and he’s getting out of his pants when I look at him again. I kiss his neck and nip at his jaw while he struggles with his pants, laughing softly at his eagerness.

“Want your dick in my mouth,” he rasps out.

“I have a better idea,” I mumble against his neck. I grip his chin and kiss him deeply before pulling away and spitting into my hand. I take both our cocks and jerk us off.

“Oh hell,” he breathes out, staring down at our dicks pressed together in a hazy wonder.

“Thought you’d like this,” I say.

“I do. I really do.”

His head thumps against the wall as he rests it back, eyes squeezing shut and panting.

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