Page 85 of Bad at Love

His words have my chest blooming with heat.Yes.It’s exactly what I want.

“Me too,” I answer.

My body moves with his, meeting his thrusts and angling in a way that my dick rubs against his abs. It’s teasing and had I not come just a short time ago, I think I’d have exploded already.

“I need you to come, Gabriel,” he says. “Come for me, baby. Please.”

I hold onto him tighter, thrusting my hips up as he moves faster. His hips slam against me, skin against skin. The room is filled with our heavy breathing and the scent of sweat and sex, the slaps of our skin.

“Gabriel,” he warns with a shake of his head.

“Don’t stop,” I tell him, gritting my teeth and needing just a little more…

“I can’t—fuck, I’m coming, baby.”

He grinds against me, giving me exactly what I need and I fall over the edge, shooting cum between us as his dick throbs inside me.

Storm whimpers the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard, resting his head on my shoulder as he moves through his orgasm.

He lets go of my leg to rest it on the bed and hold himself up better. His cheeks are flushed, a light sheen of sweat across his forehead. He’s never looked so hot before.

“I love how much you come for me,” he pants out, kissing my jaw.

I love it too. Way too much.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Storm

“You’re sure you’re okay with this?” I ask Gabriel.

“Absolutely,” he answers with a firm head nod.

Nothing about his tone or body language tells me he’s lying so I take his word. I hit the record button on my phone and pick up the mask from the bed to put it on.

We’d talked about this being reversed so Gabriel would be more comfortable on camera, not having to show his face. He assured me he would be okay taking charge. But when we got back from Kauai, he told me he wanted it to be the other way around. Gabriel said he would wear the mask if I wanted him to, but he prefers me being in charge. I appreciate that he was comfortable enough to tell me that, and also… I love that he’s lettingmedo this. I would have been fine doing it the other wayfor the sake of subs and money, but I really like the idea of being the one in charge when it comes to him.

I’ve been in both roles over the years, and never felt like I had a preference. It always depended who I was with, and I guess it’s the same now. I’m with Gabriel, and I love being the dominant one. The one in charge. The teacher.

I lean against the wall and crook a finger at him. He walks over and drops to his knees. I run my hand through his hair, and he nudges his face against it like a dog wanting attention.

“You’re such a good boy,” I tell him, my breath heating the inside of the mask and my voice slightly muffled. “Now take out my cock.”

He undoes my pants, freeing my dick, and looks up at me, begging with his eyes for a taste. He leans in, but I grip his hair to hold him back.

“I didn’t say you could have it yet.”

He pouts, and it’s a good thing I have the mask on or everyone would see me laughing. Though, they’d probably like that. They’re not against a little degradation, and neither am I. I wonder how Gabriel feels about it, though. It’s something we can explore, for sure.

“Ask for it,” I say next.

His eyes narrow slightly. He darts his tongue out to lick his lips, and says, “May I have your cock in my mouth?”

Fuck, he’s so sexy.

“Are you forgetting something?” I ask, quirking a brow even though he can’t see it.

“May Ipleasehave your cock in my mouth?”

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