Gabriel

 

Waking up with her is the shit songs are written about. Every time I look at her, she gets more and more beautiful, even in her damn sleep. I want to stare at her almost as much as I want to touch her, but my skin itches to be in contact with hers more than my eyes desire to admire her. She’s lying on her back, and her legs are bent at the knees and turned to the right. Her arms are resting just below her breasts, and her face is toward me. I push up on my side and rest my head in my hand, then use the back of my finger to push some hair off her face, then trace it down her jaw.

Her lips pull up slightly, as if she’s smiling in a dream. I hope it’s about me. I want to be on her mind as much as she is on mine. It’s crazy, this connection, this attraction, this spark I feel with her. I’ve never experienced anything like it, and it makes me insane.

All I want to do is be with her. I’ve never had more fun being with one person practically doing nothing than I do with her. She squirms and rubs her thighs together, and I trail my fingers down over her collarbone, between her breasts, over her fingers that are crossed above her belly, past her stomach, and then feather-light over her panties on her hip.

She changed out of her pajama bottoms after we got back yesterday and is wearing a white nightie with matching panties. She looks like an angel.

She rubs her thighs together again, and I sneak a finger beneath the elastic and trace back and forth. Goose bumps rise on her skin, and she slowly rolls fully onto her back. My finger slides along the material over her hip. “Hey,” she whispers, soft puffs of air parting from her pink lips.

When I sit up, I waste no time and gather her nightie at the bottom and rip it off her. Her nipples are perfect little peaks atop perfect little tits, and I cup one breast and feed it into my mouth. She fists the sheets and squirms, but my legs are on either side of hers, holding them closed and restricting her movement. My free hand ghosts up and down her side, toying with her panties and then kneading her other breast.

I switch sides but pinch and gently pull at her nipple that’s stiffened from my mouth.

“Morning.” I crawl up her body and pepper kisses along the way. I massage her jaw, putting pressure on her cheeks. “Open.” Her lips part, and I scoot up, and when she sees my cock coming at her, her eyes fly to mine. I press the tip against her lips and put some pressure for her to open them farther. “There you go, Cady. Open up for me.”

Her tongue grazes the underside of the head, and I watch as she swallows down the precum leaking out. She makes a squeak, and I grin down at her.

I pull out and push back in. My fingers are still holding her face, and I trace her lips stretching around me with my thumb. “Suck, baby.” Her cheeks hollow out, and I hiss at the unexpected intensity at which she pulls me in. “Fuck.”

When I attempt to slide out, she shocks the shit out of me and reaches up, fisting my shaft and stroking me. “Christ, Cady.” She starts lifting her head and sucks me down farther than I would ever dare to push, and I have to stick a hand out and hold myself up on the wall and just watch as she worships my dick and explores every centimeter.

“So beautiful, sugar. God, you don’t even know how hot it is to see you workin’ my cock like that.” She moans, and I lift my hand from the mattress and grab my balls, squeezing them to try to hold off from coming down her throat. She again surprises the shit out of me and wraps her dainty fingers over mine. “Here.” I pull my hand away, and she takes the hint, cupping my sac in her hand. “Yeah.” I encourage her. “Feel how heavy they are? How full?” She moans, and I slow the pace of my thrusts. “I’m gonna come on you so you can see.”

She nods, and I smirk. “You want that?” Heated eyes find mine. “You want me to come all over you? Mark you? Show you how much I need your little body, how much I crave it?” When her fingers tighten everywhere, I almost lose it and have to pull out of the tight, wet suction of her mouth. “I will, sugar. Just not today.”

Her satisfied smirk tells me she likes the thought of that, but her squirming legs and little mewls tell me she needs to come right now.

“Phenomenal, Cady. You’re absolutely phenomenal.” Rubbing my nose against hers, I push her legs apart with mine.

She sucks in short bursts of air and swallows, her chest practically heaving.

I slide down and groan at how wet she is. Her thong is soaked, and the inside of her thighs are glistening. “Baby, you made a mess down here.” I grab her ankles and tug her down the bed, then drop to my knees. I raise my eyes and find her heated ones on me. She licks her lips, and I cock my head. “Let me clean you up before I fuck you.”

I kiss the inside of her knee and glide my tongue up her thigh. When I get to the heart of her, I close my mouth over her panties. “Oh, my God.” Her back arches, and I press my tongue against her, swirling the silk around her opening before grazing her clit with my teeth.

When she screams my name, I lose the patience I had and rip her thong in half. The material falls to the bed, and I push her legs back so she’s bent at the knees, pussy wide open for me to devour. It takes only a flick of my tongue before she explodes, and while her walls are spasming, I flip her over, haul her up onto her knees, and fuck her from behind.

And still, my pelvis crashing into her, cock pounding her pussy, balls slapping against her clit, her hair fisted in my hand, my thumb pressing between the globes of her ass, her screaming my name, still… it’s not just fucking, it’s making love, because everything about us comes down to those four letters.

Her pussy ripples around my cock, and after we come together, I collapse on top of her. Our breaths are harsh, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. I brush her hair to one side and press my lips to her neck. “You okay?”

She nods against the pillow.

“I was rough, sugar. Tell me you’re okay.”

“I’m okay, Gabriel.”

I drop my forehead against the back of her neck and catch my breath, then I roll her over and tug the covers over us. Facing her, I study her flushed face and make sure she’s actually okay.

“You know I love you, right?”

She presses her lips together and squeezes her eyes shut. A tear rolls down her cheek, and when she nods, I pull her close. The top of her head is below my chin, and her choppy breath whips out against my collarbone.

We lay like this for a while, and she finally puts pressure against me and pulls back to look up at me. I tilt my head down, and when my phone rings, I groan. I grab it off the nightstand, and Liam’s name illuminates my screen. I answer on the second ring. “Hey, man.”

“You got plans tonight?”

I twirl a lock of Cady’s hair and then watch as it uncurls when I let it go. “Just chillin’ with Cady.”

“Everyone’s meetin’ up at Kelly’s tonight. You guys should come.”

“There a reason?” Not like our group needs one, but with everything that’s happened recently, I want to make sure.

“Nah. Since it was so busy the night of the benefit, everyone just wanted to get together again.”

Part of me wants to keep her all to myself, alone in her bedroom, and not come out until they drag me out to get on the tour bus, but the other part wants to show her off, have her on my arm, and let the world know she’s mine… again. “It should be cool. We’ll stop by.” I feel her body jolt slightly. “I’ll see you later, man.”

“Sounds good. Later.”

Hanging up, I toss my phone on the floor. She doesn’t ask, but I can tell she wants to. “That was Liam.”

She turns her head and then presses her lips together.

“Everyone’s heading to Kelly’s tonight. You wanna go?”

“You kind of already told him you were going, didn’t you?” She smirks.

“We.”

Her brows scrunch together. “What?”

“You said I already told him I was going. Not that we were going. We. It’s not just me anymore.”

“We.” The single word speaks more than a song, a whole album, but the gentle softness to her voice tells more than an entire novel.

 

 

When we walk into Kelly’s this time, Cady’s head is held high. She’s not cowering like she was for the concert. She’s not the pillar of confidence, but I can tell she’s definitely more relaxed, which makes me feel good.

I don’t want her to be nervous or afraid when she’s out with me and around the guys. I hope that in the future she’ll come on the road with us, but that’s a discussion for another day.

Right now, I’m just glad she’s happy. She’s chatting with the girls and sipping on a beer. I’m shootin’ the shit with the guys, and we’re all having a kick-ass time.

Until the night gets even better.

Because drunk Cady is like a cat in heat.

I never would have thought this girl, my girl, my timid, cute, sweet librarian could move her body like this. Even in my craziest dreams, I wouldn’t have imagined she’d grind her sexy ass against my dick, arms over her head, fingers pulling my hair. I got a sneak peek of the side of her with no inhibitions earlier, but it’s come out in full force now.

And as much as I love that she’s coming out of her shell, I love that her being with me and feeling safe enough to do it is what brought it out more. When my hands glide down her sides and back up, grazing over her tits, I didn’t think that she’d push her chest out more. “Jesus, Cady,” I rumble into her ear. My breath makes her hair flutter, but the sweat on her neck has the stray hairs sticking to her skin. “You’re a wild little thing now, aren’t you?”

She spins around and tugs my head down as she pushes up on her toes. Our lips crash together, and our bodies stop moving. I don’t know how long we stand in the middle of the dance floor just making out, but I only stop when someone bumps into her.

She screeches, and I put a foot back to hold her up. I lift my head and find a drunk asshole staggering but staring at her ass. My ass. “Walk away,” I warn him. He looks at me, then laughs and rubs his hand over his crotch. “Oh, fuck no.” I spin her around and push her behind me.

“Stop.” She tugs on my arm. “He’s drunk. Let’s just go.”

It takes me glancing down at her with fear in her eyes to even be able to take a full breath. I nod at her, then shove him out of the way as I pull her through the crowd to the bar. Lisa is down at the other end of the bar alone, which means Nik will be right back.

“I need to piss, then we’ll leave.”

She smiles, and I kiss her forehead, then haul ass to the bathroom. It takes less than two minutes, but when I get back, that stupid motherfucker has his fucking hands on her. I have a hot temper, and I’ve been in a lot of fights. Arrested. Been through hell as a kid. And through all of that, I’ve never felt a rage boil over so fast, it almost halts my movements it happens so quickly. Nothing could stop me from getting this bastard away from her. She looks over at me as I’m charging through the crowd, and she tries even harder to get this guy away from her. Yeah, she knows what’s about to happen. No way. Not her, not on my fuckin’ watch.

He doesn’t see me coming, and even if he did, it wouldn’t stop me from doing what I’m about to do. Nobody touches her. Nobody. I grab him by the back of his hair and pull his head back, then hurl it forward on the bar. He finally lets her go, but my work isn’t done. “Oh, my God.” I hear Lisa gasp in shock at the same time as this motherfucker squeals in pain.

“Gabriel,” Cady whispers fearfully, but I can’t look at her right now. I need to teach this motherfucker a lesson. I already warned him once, which was more than he deserved. I pull him back but turn his bitch ass around so he can get a good look at me, so he can see through the blood that splattered on his face who’s about to hand him his ass.

“Fuck, dude.” He sways and can barely stand, and I don’t know if that’s from him being drunk or from having his face slammed against the bar, but I don’t care.

“You picked the wrong girl to touch, motherfucker.”

I bring my fist back and bash it into his jaw, and his head flops to the side. I do it again, but as my fist is midair, it’s caught, and Nik pulls me away. “Cool it, bro. Jesus, you’re gonna kill the poor bastard.” I’m panting with rage now, shaking, the adrenaline nowhere near worn off. I peek over at Cady and see she’s being comforted by Mercy, but don’t let her fear or the way she’s looking at me, frightened, penetrate. “Chill.”

“I’m good.” I shrug him off and drop the guy who I’m still holding up by his shirt. He collapses to the ground, and I squat down. He groans and flinches, but I bring my face close to his, so close I can smell the metallic dripping down his temple. “You ever touch her again, I’ll kill you.”

His eyes drift closed, and I push to my feet, then find my girl. I know this is going to set me back, but frankly, I don’t give a shit. I reach for her, and surprisingly, she meets me halfway, fusing to me as we walk out. “Don’t say a word.”

She presses her lips together and nods, and during the short drive back to her place, she doesn’t say a peep. I get us inside her apartment and drop my keys on the table.

“Look, I’m sorry. That was out of—”

She cuts me off by crushing her lips against mine. Her hands pull at my head, and all it takes is her soft tongue barely touching my lip to lose it. The control I’ve barely held on to snaps. “Gabe.” She moans my name, and I lift her up by her ass and start walking down the hall. The heat of her pussy is enough to melt even the iciest of hearts.

I don’t make it to her bedroom before she starts pulling my shirt off. I drop her to her feet and have us both naked in seconds. I press her back into the wall and bury my face between her breasts.

“Gabe.” Her fingers dig into me, and the pain makes me so fucking hot that I lift her up and crash into her without warning. “Oh, God.” Her tits shake with every thrust, and she smacks her palms against the wall.

“So good.” I grunt. “God, Cady. Never been so fucking good.” And for the next thirty minutes, it only gets impossibly better until there’s nowhere else for all that good to go, and we both explode.