He snarls again, beating himself off with frantic pumps. “Fuuuuuck. More!” The command makes every cell in my body tremble with lust. My dick hurts with the need to release.
“You grunt deeply as you stiffen even more and start to come in me. A warm, hot fluid filling me for the first time.”
“Fuck yeah, only me,” he hisses possessively.
“Each one of your words hits me harder than the last. My cock turns stiff again so quickly, pulling all the blood away from my brain.” I whimper, recalling the hard fuck he gave me and the sensation of being stuffed to the brink while he kept fucking me. Because what I’ve described for him are the memories of us together in Rague’s car. “Those filthy words. Did I imagine them?”
“You want filthy?” His voice dips into a rasp. A low noise rumbles in his throat, and the swooping sensation in the pit of my stomach intensifies. “That tight little pucker can milk my dick fucking dry, sucking the cum out of my balls so fast, I see stars. You can fight me all you want, but when I get that hot-as-fuck bod under me as I give your ass the spanking it deserves, you’ll beg again to be fucked. Filled. Used and marked. Christ!” He pauses to let out the sexiest grunt I’ve ever heard as he clamps a firm hand around the base of his angry-looking dick in an effort to calm himself.
My balls hurt with an urge to release the built-up pressure. My arse needs to be stuffed by him. I need him to pump his cum in me. To feel it dripping down my thighs as he keeps growling my name. I let out a wavering cry as, suddenly, ecstasy explodes out of my dick, shooting jizz inside my black jockstrap, making a mess.
Fuck, I’m coming untouched.
Lightheaded and fuzzy, still riding the O-train, I can hear him growl, “Just like that, give it to me, Little Wasp. Now lift your dress. The wait is over.”
I’ve never been one to think very long when instinct leads me to act, even less when I’m buzzing with echoes of pleasure. And I just can’t say no to those gray eyes at this moment. So, I do what he says and raise my tight dress up until it reaches my belly. Putting on display the wet spot on the front of my jockstrap.
His wanking turns furious when his eyes laser in on the evidence of my pleasure. Then he forces my head to the side and pain erupts at the base of my neck as he sinks his teeth in me, letting out a low, guttural groan that pushes more cum out of my slit.
I feel the warmth of his jizz hitting my belly and thighs as his body keeps jerking against me. It keeps splashing over my skin, covering me in it. It feels like he’s marking my skin once again. The thought starts a cloud of excitement inside me, which rather worries me.
His hand shifts on my neck, the grip loosens a little as his teeth release my aching skin, and he pulls his head back. His lips are a panting breath from mine, eyes the color of blurry rain clouds. And I give in to the screaming voice in the back of my head, grab his nape, and crush our mouths together.
He opens right away, starting a battle for control, each of us trying to make the other submit as we twist our tongues, bite and suck with heated passion. His thumb on my chin forces my face further upward; his fingers feel hot around my neck as his other hand takes a handful of my arse in its palm and squeezes.
The kiss is bloody explosive and so damn unreal. I’m kissing Gabriel Reed, and it’s the most exciting snogging I’ve ever had. His short hair feels so soft under my fingers, I can’t stop running them through the locks.
He groans, while my heart races as I fall even deeper into the abyss of my desire for him. I bite his tongue, and he suddenly pulls back, his eyes focused on my mouth.
“You really are a Little Wasp,” he whispers. I should hate the stupid nickname, but all I feel is confusion.
“Why wasp?”
“Because you buzz around with such energy and purpose.” He touches my hair. “Ready to prick anybody who rubs you the wrong way.”
Well, fuck!
His thumb rubs my lips left and right a couple of times, before he takes a step back, and releases me so suddenly that I feel like a ship with no anchor. He tucks himself back in without a word or a glance my way.
I’m caught between indignation, astonishment, confusion, and the lingering remains of pleasure that have my cock still half hard.
The air in the bathroom has turned cold. You would think the reason is because I’m half naked, but no, the icy vibes are coming from Gabe. He moves to the sink to wash his hands and then passes me some paper towels. He’s wearing again his usual mask, the one that doesn’t reveal anything.
Vexed by his sudden change of mood, I yank the towels unceremoniously from his fingers and start cleaning myself. Ifeel his eyes on me the entire time, until I pull my dress down. The bruise on my neck stings, but I love the sight of it. And hate that I love it.
When I look at him, his hair is perfectly styled again, and his suit without a wrinkle. Like what we just shared never happened.
The silence draws out as it’s my turn to check myself in the mirror.
“What?” I finally snap, not caring about the snark in my voice, because he keeps staring at me without saying anything.
“Don’t tie your hair again,” he only states in his lawyer-y, haughty voice, the same one I’ve heard him using at the office. “And forget the dinner at the Von Klare’s with Uri.”
My incredulous gaze meets his. And just as my thoughts find their way to my brain again, he turns and leaves the bathroom. The saying “I hate to see you go but love to watch you walk away” doesn’t apply here—not in the slightest.
His arrogance is staggering! The insufferable dick!
He ordered me around while jerking off and coming all over me before turning into his usual distant, controlled self and walking away like I was a quick shag. It’s humiliating. Infuriating. And I've never been this turned on in my life.
