Page 58 of It's Always Been You
Holy fucking shit. Don’t you fucking dare let him see how much this turns you on.
I summon all the attitude I can manage for someone whose underwear is now in tatters on the floor of a private jet and scoff. “Just like a billionaire. Ripping underwear like I’ve got a thousand more pairs.”
Gabe’s eyes take on a dangerous edge. “Consider the entire lingerie department of whatever store you like yours, Rory. But this billionaire needs you, right fucking now.”
Then he grips my hip with one hand and plunges two fingers straight into me. I suck in a sharp breath that ends on a moan. I’m so wet that there’s barely any resistance, and he immediately curls his fingers, rubbing the spot deep inside of me that no one but him has ever found. His thumb finds my clit and rubs in slow, firm circles as stars dot the edges of my vision and pleasure arrows straight through me.
“Oh, my god, Gabe,” I gasp out, rolling my hips against his fingers, trying to get them deeper. Craving the stretch. Wishing it was his cock inside me instead.
“Fucking right, Rory. No one can make you feel the way I can. The way I do. Now, ride my hand until you come all over it.”
He pulls his fingers out for a split second before he pushes three back inside, and it feels so good that I do exactly as he asks. Grinding down on his fingers, I ride his hand as pleasure coils tightly in my belly.
“Please, Gabe.Fuck,” I gasp out, grinding down harder and gripping the seat so tightly I’m afraid I might be about to tear the leather.
“Please what, Rory? You want to come for me, baby? Show me how much you missed me? Show me how I’m the only person who can make you feel this way?” Gabe’s voice is low and laced with desire, and it makes my own desire climb higher.
“Shit, yes, please, goddammit. Only you.” It’s the absolute truth. I’ve been with other people since Gabe, but no one has ever made me feel like this. Like they’re touching my body and soul at the same time. I’m smart enough to know that no one else ever will. To understand what that means.
“Then come for me. All over my hand, Rory. Give it all to me. Show me you’re mine.”
My brain rebels at the wordmine. Rejects it immediately, like it knows I’m not ready for that yet, but my traitorous body is too far gone to care what my brain wants. When Gabe strums my clit harder, fucks me deeper with his fingers, I climb higher and higher, rocking wildly against his hand. Gabe crashes his mouth to mine just as I come on a gasp and a full body shudder. My hips are still rolling against his hand, the waves of my orgasm still pummeling me, when Gabe groans, the hand on my hip tightening and his body shaking against mine.
We kiss like we would die without it as the waves of my orgasm slowly recede. When the pleasure finally ebbs, I collapse against Gabe, my heart thundering in my ears and my breath coming in fast pants. Gabe pulls his fingers out of me then kisses my temple and leans his head against mine, his own heart galloping.
“Did you just come in your pants?” I ask him, my voice both exhausted and amused. “Like, without me even touching you?”
Gabe leans back so he can look at me. With his eyes on mine, he sucks the fingers he just pulled out of me straight into his mouth, licking them clean. Then the man winks at me. Fucking winks, Jesus Christ.
“Sure did.”
“Why is that so hot?” I wonder out loud.
“Is it?” he asks. Now he sounds amused.
“It sure fucking is. And you know what else is so hot?”
“I super hope you’re about to tell me.”
“Let me show you instead.”
Giving Gabe a wicked grin, I glide a hand over his pecs and down his chest, pausing to roll his nipple between my fingers, and I smile at his raspy inhale. When my hand drifts over the top of his sweatpants, he sucks in a breath, and I love it. Without warning, I slide a hand underneath both his waistbands, swiping two fingers through the cum coating the inside of his boxers,grazing the tip of his half-hard cock, smirking at his low moan and the way his hips jerk up involuntarily. Pulling my fingers out, I put them right into my mouth, sucking his cum off of me, loving the heady, salty taste of him.
Gabe groans, watching me with hooded eyes. When I pull my fingers out, he grabs the back of my neck and slams his mouth to mine, wasting no time licking into my mouth. I taste both of us together, and it’s so hot my body is humming all over again even though I literally just came. I know his is too because I feel him harden again under me. When I rock against him, Gabe tears his mouth away from mine on another groan.
“Rory. Fuck. How are you even real?”
I grin at him. “I assure you I am perfectly real. Just perfect in general, really.”
“There is no one on this earth more perfect than you. No. One. All I want is to press you down on that couch over there and fuck you until neither of us remembers our names. But there is supposed to be a pilot boarding this plane in, like, five minutes. And while I might like the fantasy of sex in public, in actuality, no one gets to see you looking all freshly fucked with your dress around your waist but me.”
“Possessive much, Gabriel?” I school my voice to keep him from knowing exactly how much I like possessive Gabe. How much I want him to claim me that way. To be the only one who gets to see me like this. How much I still need to finish working out my feelings about him.
Now it’s his turn to grin. “Oh, yeah.”
“Well,” I say airily, “I’m not the only one who looks freshly fucked around here. Is there somewhere on this fancy ass plane where we can clean up?”
Gabe stands, sliding me down his body until my feet hit the floor. He smooths my dress down over my legs and presses a kissto my forehead. The combination of sexy Gabe, possessive Gabe, and sweet Gabe has my heart doing a long, slow, roll.
