Page 57 of It's Always Been You
“I think like isn’t quite the right word,” I say incredulously, taking in the carpeted floor, the plush cream leather seats, the long, deep-seated couch that runs along one side of the plane, and the open door in the back of the plane leading to what looks like a bedroom. A bedroom. On an airplane. This is my kind of traveling.
“It’s amazing, Gabe. This is yours?”
Gabe shrugs, sheepish expression on his face as he sets my tote bags on the couch and sits down in one of the chairs. “I mean, it belongs to the company. But I founded the company, and I sit on the board. They let me use it when I want to.”
I sit down in the chair next to him, turning so I can look at him. It feels important to look at him for what I want to say. The words have been there for weeks.
We’re still circling each other, living in the space between together and not. The space that includes a lot of kissing and watching movies tangled together on the couch and drinking peppermint mochas and eating chocolate chip pancakes for dinner. My favorite black licorice and Reese’s Pieces in a drawer in the kitchen and three muffin halves for breakfast. Glimpses of morning Gabe and night Gabe and reading a comic bookwith glasses on Gabe, and my favorite—just out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist Gabe. Posing as engaged and strategizing over what to do with my asshole client and living together but in separate bedrooms and planning for this trip.
It suddenly feels critical that I tell him this.
“It occurs to me I’ve never told you I’m proud of you. I am, Gabe. I’m really fucking proud of you. Your entire life changed in an instant, and you suddenly had to be a dad to your sisters, and instead of crumbling, you started a company that changed the world. You’re happy and caring and attentive and so much fun. You could have anything you want and live anywhere you want, but you chose to come to Pittsburgh to find me. I know we haven’t defined what we are or what we’re doing, and I know that’s mostly on me. But I want you to know that I appreciate you giving me the space and time to figure it out. I appreciate you, Gabe. And I’m really, really proud of you.”
“Rory.” Gabe’s voice is soft, but his face is a storm of emotion. I see his move before he makes it. He wraps a hand around the back of my neck and brings his mouth to mine. This kiss isn’t the slow build I’m used to with him. This kiss has a dark edge to it. It’s crashing lips and clanking teeth and tongues sliding against each other and his hand tightening around the back of my neck. It’s his other hand gripping my hip and sliding up my ribs and his thumb grazing the side of my breast, and my gasp into his mouth. It’s both of his hands dropping to my waist to lift me out of my seat and putting me on his lap, my legs straddling his.
Lips still locked with mine, Gabe pulls me down onto him. The second I make contact with his cock as it settles between my legs, it’s like the past few weeks of us circling around each other, pretending to be satisfied with kisses and small touches alone, explodes.
I push my hands into Gabe’s hair, tangling my fingers in the silky strands. When I tug at the strands and grind myselfdown on him, he groans into my mouth, his hands tightening around my waist. I’m wearing a dress, so all that separates us is my underwear and his sweatpants, and I can feel everything. He’s huge and hard, and I’m already wet and pulsing, nipples tightening into hard peaks against my dress, and I want him with a ferocity that would stun me if it was anyone other than Gabe. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want him. I’m self-aware enough to understand I probably never will.
Maybe it’s not the right time. Maybe we need to figure each other out before we toss sex onto the pile of whatever Gabe and I currently are or aren’t. Maybe this will muddy the waters and make it impossible to be rational and separate today feelings from ten years ago feelings. But Gabe is so big and so hard under me, and with every roll of my hips, his cock hits my clit perfectly, sending pleasure racing through my blood. His tongue fucks my mouth the way I wish his cock was fucking me. My heart pounds and my body aches to get closer to him.
So, like, fuck rationality. I want this. I wanthim. I’m a woman used to taking what she wants.
When a moan rips from my throat, Gabe tears his mouth away from mine, planting a line of wet kisses down my jaw, sucking lightly at the skin behind my ear.
“Fuck, Rory,” he rasps, sucking my earlobe into his mouth and then biting it softly, drawing a gasp from me. I keep working myself over him, his hands gripping my hips, helping me move. “I see you, grinding your hot, perfect pussy over me. You feel even better than I remember. Better than I dreamed. You’re already so wet for me. You going to ride this cock until you drip all over it? Fucking soak me so I get to wear your cum for the rest of the flight? Be my?—"
Gabe breaks off and looks away, tensing. I still over him, my entire body vibrating with need. I know what he was about to say, and I want the words. Crave them. Words I haven’t heard inten years. Words I never felt safe enough to let anyone else say to me. Only him. Always only him. But he wouldn’t give them to me now, without knowing it’s okay. That it’s what I want. Even though we were once as close as two people could be—knew everything there was to know about each other—he wouldn’t assume.
My walls drop just a little lower.
I grab Gabe’s face with both hands and turn him back to look at me. I crash our mouths together, teasing my tongue with his until he wraps his arms around me and holds me impossibly tighter against his hard body. Then I break away and lock eyes with him. His eyes are filled with lust and desire. For me. He wants me, and I want him right back.
“Say it, Gabe.”
“Say what?”
I press my mouth to his again. “You know what,” I whisper against his lips, my hands sliding around to the back of his neck.
Gabe’s eyes flash. He widens his knees under me, spreading my legs farther apart. Then he slides his hands over my hips and down my legs, pushing them back up until his thumbs meet just above where I’m wet and wanting. He ghosts his thumbs over me, tracing my slit over my underwear, and when he glides over my clit with the barest hint of a touch, my entire body feels electrified, and I whimper. Fucking whimper.
“Look at you. I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already so needy.”
He locks eyes with me and smirks. “Such a needy little slut for me, aren’t you, Rory baby?”
I let out a low moan at the word, a gush of arousal flooding me, and Gabe chuckles, a little darkly. He pushes a finger underneath the elastic of my underwear and slides it through my slit, collecting all the moisture there and using it to circle my clit.His finger feels so good, and I press my hips down, trying to get more friction.
“Yeah, you sure are. Spreading these perfect legs for me right here on this plane, showing me exactly what I’ve been missing all these years. I fucking missed you, Rory. All of you.”
I smirk back at him. “What about you?” I gasp out as his finger keeps moving in those slow, perfect circles. “Pushing my dress up and touching me right here on this plane. I’m sure there’s a flight attendant and a pilot around here somewhere. What if they walk in and see us just like this?”
I feel Gabe’s cock twitch in his sweatpants, and now it’s my turn to chuckle. “Looks like you’re not the only one who remembers things.”
Gabe sucks and licks his way down my jaw and over my throat, nipping at my collarbone and gliding his tongue over the spot to soothe the ache that has even more need pooling between my legs.
“We’re a part of each other, Rory. Always have been. Always will be. Now, grab the back of the chair and hold on tight. Spread these gorgeous legs as wide as they’ll go. This perfect pussy is dying for my fingers, and I always give her what she needs.”
Emotion and arousal tangle together inside me and I do exactly what he says. As soon as my hands are gripping the chair behind Gabe’s head, he grabs my black lace thong in one hand and tugs firmly, tearing it straight off my body, letting it fall to the floor.
