Page 79 of It's Always Been You
He swallows roughly and I can see the emotion in his eyes. “I know. I kind of…followed your career. I’m sorry; I know it’s creepy. I swear I wasn’t tracking you or anything. I just searched for you every now and then. I was so proud of you, Rory. I am so proud of you. Of everything you’ve done and everything you’ve accomplished. I wish I could have been here to see it.”
I sit up on my knees and straddle his hips, taking his face in my hands. “We’re not doing that anymore. It happened, Gabe. That’s part of our story too, just like everything you have inked on your thigh. Like I said before, regret is for suckers. I’m one of the smart girls, and as a smart girl, I’ve decided to be grateful that we’re sitting here in our favorite place in the middle of the night, and you just showed me a million tattoos you got of all the things that remind you of me. Of us. I’ve never been tattooed on someone before. Turns out, I really like it. Oh, and Emma was so right about the thigh tattoo thing.”
Gabe narrows his eyes at me. “What thigh tattoo thing?”
“Jeremy has a thigh tattoo from his hockey playing days. Emma is convinced it’s the sexiest location for a tattoo. Looking at all these, I have to agree with her.” I reach down and run my finger over the ink again, chuckling when Gabe sucks in a breath, and his cock jerks in his boxer briefs. I trace a finger over his growing erection, considering all the dirty naked games we could play in these dark, dark woods.
“Ten,” he says, his voice strained.
“Ten what?” I ask, rubbing his tip with my thumb, feeling the dampness spread over his briefs and the answering rush of arousal between my legs.
He reaches up and rubs his thumb over my bottom lip, then pushes his hand into my hair, tilting my face up to look at him.
“Ten tattoos. Not a million. Ten. One for each year we were apart.”
Gabriel Sullivan is too good for this world. Except right now, I don’t want him to be good. I need him to be very, very bad.
With my hand still on his cock, running slowly up and down the length of him, I lean forward and crush my mouth to his. I wrap my free hand around his neck and take the kiss as deep as I can, tongue sliding along his and teeth nipping at his lip. He answers with a growl, wrapping my hair around his fist and using it to yank my head to the side, breaking the kiss to lick and suck a path down my throat. When he closes his mouth over my pulse, my own groan shatters the midnight silence.
“Fuck me, Gabe. Right here. Right now.”
“Right here, Rory? Where anyone could see?” His voice is amused as he continues his assault on my neck, grazing his teeth over my pulse and making me whimper. He slides his mouth down and pulls my sweatshirt to the side to give my collarbone the same treatment. When he sinks his teeth into a particularly sensitive spot, I moan.
“Right the fuck here. Now.”
Gabe’s eyes go black. He reaches down and grabs the hem of my dress, pulling it up and over my head, taking the sweatshirt with it. He’s definitely in alingerie is just in the waymood, and god bless him. He unhooks my bra and tosses it aside, immediately dipping his head and sucking one of my nipples into his mouth, flicking the other one with his fingers.
“Fuck,” I cry out, grabbing his shoulders and pressing my chest deeper into his mouth.
“Definitely,” Gabe says, voice laced with amusement and arousal. “Take my cock out, Rory, and sit on it. Fuck me until I shoot so deep into your gorgeous pussy I leak out of you for days.”
He reaches behind him and tugs off his T-shirt bearing the Batman logo in one motion. My core goes molten. I lift my hips to take off my thong, but Gabe beats me to it, grabbing it and tearing it off, tossing it onto the blanket.
“That’s the second pair you’ve ruined, you know. Those are expensive.”
Gabe smirks at me. “Like I said on the plane, I’ll buy you your own goddamn lingerie store if you want. Now sit your perfect cunt on my fat fucking cock, right the fuck now.”
I reach down and pull him out of his briefs, rubbing my thumb along the sensitive spot below the head. “You’re mouthy tonight.”
Gabe drops his head back, eyes closed, breathing deeply through his nose as I jack him slowly. “You want me to be polite? Please, Rory. Please put my dick inside you and ride it until I blow. I need you, Rory. I love you so much and I need you so damn badly.”
I grin at him, gripping the base of his dick and rising up on my knees. “Please be anything except for polite.” Then I sink down, taking all of him in one thrust of my hips.
“Goddamn,” he groans. Gabe cups the back of my neck with one hand and grips my hip with the other, holding me steady as I adjust to his size. I have never felt so full. It’s perfect. We’re perfect.
“You feel so good,” I breathe out, rolling my hips over him, gasping as he hits the perfect spot inside me that has stars blinking into my vision.
“You’re perfect, Rory. Every inch of you is exquisite. Now, I need you to move, baby. Fuck me hard and fuck me fast. I’ll make it so good for you.”
I roll my hips again and smirk at him even as pleasure shoots up my spine. “I think I’ll be the one making it good for you.”
“Wanna bet?”
Gabe grips my hips and rocks me over him while he thrusts his hips up to meet mine. My moan is low and desperate.
“Shit. Again,” I gasp out, digging my nails into his shoulders. He fucks up into me again and again, guiding my hips to meet his thrusts until I am a needy, panting mess over him.
“You look so good up there, baby, riding my dick, taking everything I give you. Can you take more?” Gabe asks, leaning forward to suck one of my nipples into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it to the rhythm of his thrusts.
