Page 17 of If You Could Only Feel
Fuck it.
She threw down the gauntlet; it was my job to pick it up.
I grabbed her by her arm, pushed her up against the nearest wall and crushed my lips down on hers. Her tongue tasted of tequila and her whimper was like a sad arrow straight to my heart.
I held her face in my hands as I poured every regret I was feeling into this one kiss. When I had seen her sitting by herself at the bar, my knees had almost given out with relief that I had found her alone and before midnight.
Justice and I had never argued, had never disagreed. Two fights in one week had me wanting to force us back into our perfect little bubble where we just fucked endlessly. But I knew we couldn’t go back there. Primarily because it hadn’t been perfect for her. It had been perfect for me; I had my girl and all the time in the world to go to college, get my shit together and take my rightful place at BI. But it hadn’t been perfect for her.
Justice had been lonely, and I wanted to kick myself in the nuts because of my cluelessness.
Her hands gripped my shirt so tight, they threatened the strength of the buttons holding my shirt together. I was one moan from her lips away from lifting her up and fucking her up against the wall. It wasn’t until a group of guys started cattle calling that I remember that, Vegas or not, fucking in public was still technically against the law.
Goddamn cell phones and laws.
I pulled away, and grabbing her by her hand, dragged her behind me. I wasn’t sure where I was going, I just knew I needed to get her somewhere dark and semi-private. It wasn’t the four days without her that had me feeling desperate. We’ve gone weeks without seeing each other before. It was the unsettling feeling of possibly never being with her again that had me feeling out of sorts.
Not to mention the kick to my ego knowing that the last time we were together I hadn’t made her cum. In six years, Justice has never failed to cum all over me. She had a hair trigger when it came to her orgasms. Once I got that first one out of the way, the following orgasms came easily. The bed was always soaked after our nights together, and her not cumming last week had really fucked with me.
“Where are we going?” she asked, as she tried to keep up with my pace.
I didn’t answer. I just dragged her out of the casino and walked the sidewalk looking around until I spotted a dark nook in between one of the casinos and their parking garage.
Justice was still asking questions when I pushed her up against the block wall. “Gabe, wha-”
I reached down and ran my hand up her leg until I reached her lace panties. Without any concern for anything else in the world, I ripped the flimsy piece of fabric from her body. Her eyes widened as she realized what was happening. I had my pants unbuttoned, unzipped and my dick out before she had the chance to protest.
I lifted her up and drove into her hot, tight cunt.
“Gabriel!”
I hadn’t prepared her, so I knew that wasn’t exactly a cry of pleasure. Even soaking wet, Justice always needed time to adjust to my size. A nine-inch dick was no joke.
Her hands curled into my shoulders so hard, her nails broke the skin even through my dress shirt. “Oh, my God, Gabriel!”
I ignored her cries and kept pounding away inside her pussy, and soon enough, her body became aroused and she was beginning to become slick all around me.
Once her cries turned into moans of pleasure, I laid down the rules. “This pussy is mine, Justice,” I growled between pants. “Mine.You’remine. Every fucking inch of you belongs to me.”
“Gabriel…”
“I’m the only one who gets to kiss you, taste you, tease you and fuck you,” I stated. “Me andonlyme, Justice.”
I imprisoned her body against the wall with mine and with one hand I forced her to look at me. Her eyes were hooded, her breaths labored, and her skin flushed. She looked fucking spectacular. “Please, Gabriel…”
I stilled inside of her. My dick up inside her snug cunt as far as it could go in this position. I needed to know I haven’t fucked this up. “How many other men have there been, Justice?”
Her eyes widened and then immediately filled up with tears. I’d never seen her cry before. I’ve never seen her be anything other than happy to see me. So, those quiet, crocodile tears were gutting me. In six years, she’s never shown me an emotion besides lust and contentment.
Fuck. Me.Now that I think about it, in six years there should have been fights, arguments, tears, laughs and happiness. But looking back, there’s only ever been lust and contentment.
“There’s only been you, Gabriel,” she sobbed. “I’ve never even touched another man.”
I started moving inside her again. This time harder and deeper. She went back to moaning and the confliction of her moaning in pleasure while tears slid down her face had me on the edges of insanity.
“There’ll never be another man for you, baby.Ever,” I declared as her body started to clench around me. She was on the verge of cumming all over me and I wasn’t going to stop until there was a puddle of us at our feet. “That’s it, baby. Cum all over my fucking cock.” Her hand tightened as her body fell over the edge. Her pussy tightened and convulsed around my dick causing me to follow right behind her.
One of the things I loved about being with Justice is that we had never used condoms. From the first time to now. When we knew we were taking our friendship to the next level, she had gotten on birth control and my cock has never known latex.
