Page 3 of It's Always Been You
The dirty words and sweet gesture have me twenty seconds away from spontaneously combusting. And when Gabe winks at me in the mirror and peels off his shirt before covering my back with his warm, hard body, I swear I come a little. Judging from Gabe’s smirk, he knows it.
Snaking his arms around me, Gabe rolls and tweaks my nipples with one hand and slides the other down to cup my pussy, grinding the heel of his hand against my clit.
“Shit, that feels good,” I gasp out, rocking my hips forward to get more friction.
He drops his head to kiss along my shoulder as he circles my entrance with one finger.
“You are so perfect,” he rasps, pushing one thick finger inside, slowly fucking me with it. “So wet for me. You think I can make this sweet pussy drip? The next time you’re dancing in this studio, I want you to think about standing like this, at my mercy with your wrists bound while I finger fuck you until your cum drips onto the floor.”
Holy god.
Gabe adds a second finger, and the sound of his fingers fucking me is crude and wet and so damn hot. The fact that my wrists are tied up and I can’t touch him heightens every sensation. When he curls his fingers to rub against my g-spot while grinding harder against my clit, I climb right to the edge, pleasure wrapping around me like a vise.
“I need to come, Gabe. Please. Shit,” I gasp as he adds a third finger, my pussy clenching around him and my arms pulling against the ties.
“Not like this.” Gabe pulls his fingers out of me, and a frustrated groan escapes my throat as my body vibrates from my almost orgasm.
“You’re not coming anywhere but on my dick.”
My eyes meet his in the mirror.
“Then get that thick, perfect cock inside me.”
Gabe’s eyes flash, and his mouth curls in a smirk.
“I love it when you order me around.”
He shoves his joggers and boxers down enough to free himself. His cock juts up, long and hard, precum I want to lick beading on the tip. Gabe reads my mind because he runs his finger over his slit, collecting the precum and bringing his finger to my mouth.
“Suck,” he orders.
I do, taking his finger between my lips. The salty, heady taste of him explodes in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his finger and graze it with my teeth until he hisses. Pulling his finger away, he grips my hip with one hand and uses the other to press down on my upper back until I’m bent over, forehead resting on the barre. Then he kicks my feet farther apart, sliding his cock against my slit, coating himself in me. His broad tip nudges my clit, and I moan, pushing back against him, angling my hips so he presses against my entrance.
“You ready for me, Rory?”
“So ready,” I gasp out.
He grips my hips and bends his knees, pressing forward and burying himself inside me in one single motion that has us both groaning.
“More,” I moan out. “I need more.”
Gabe pulls back and snaps his hips forward as I shove back, trying to get him deeper. Take more.
“Fuck,” I pant. “So good. So fucking good. More.”
His chuckle is low, and when our eyes meet in the mirror, the sheer want in his gaze has my muscles clenching, his long, hard strokes lighting up my entire body.
“You take my cock so well, Rory. You were fucking made for me. There’s no one else but you.”
Gabe leans over my back and wraps one arm around my waist, his hips never slowing their rhythm. Our bodies slapping together an erotic soundtrack. He brings his other hand to my clit, working it firmly as he fucks me, driving his hips into mine. He pushes in deeper, grunting into my ear as sweat slicks our bodies and pleasure snakes into my veins.
“I’m close,” I grit out. “So fucking close.”
Gabe pistons his hips faster, hitting a spot deep inside me that has every nerve ending in my body screaming. “Come for me, then. Let go and soak this dick—show it who we belong to.”
“Me,” I rasp out. “You belong to me.”
“You’re damn right I do. Come, Rory. Now.”
