Gabe couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted a woman as badly as he wanted Brooke. His dick was so hard for her.
The other women were already getting themselves ready. They knew he wanted Brooke tonight and had each brought their own toys to help accommodate themselves. Ordinarily, he’d watch them please each other. He loved visual stimulation, but tonight, he had tunnel vision. He needed Brooke.
He crawled onto the bed, pressing Brooke backward as he moved over her.
They lay across the foot of the bed while Jacey, Shannon, and Taylor stretched along the top. Brooke motioned at them. “What about—”
“Don’t worry about them,” Gabe said, and he meant it.
They would take turns getting each other off, filling each other up with their vibrators or fingers. Shannon loved to give oral sex and would no doubt get at least one of them off that way. They embraced each other’s sensuality.
Confused, Brooke still fixated on the trio.
Gabe laid kisses down the length of her neck. She didn’t respond, which ticked him off. “Of course, you’re welcome to watch them.” He skimmed his fingers over the top of her hip bone and into her slick folds. He shivered when he felt for himself how wet she was. His fingers slid easily into her, and he pressed deep.
Brooke’s gaze shifted to his. She gripped the comforter in her hands and arched into his touch.
“You can watch them if you’d like.” He nodded in the direction of the other women. “But for the rest of the night, you belong to me.”
“God, yes,” she groaned as she lifted into his hand.
Content that he finally had her attention, Gabe slithered down her body and left the bed. Kneeling on the floor, he gripped her knees and pulled her to the edge of the bed until her feet dangled over the side. He settled between her legs.
Taking his time, he trailed his fingers up the inside of her leg, feeling those wicked-looking scars for the first time.
He wondered what had marred her skin. He’d never heard of her getting into any type of accident, and he hoped like hell no one had abused her. He knew Kevin never would have hurt her in such a way.
For now, he pushed the thoughts away and focused on giving her pleasure.
“Wider.” He urged her to spread her legs further as he used his thumbs to hold her open.
He loved everything about women. The way they moved, the way they smelled, the way they laughed. He loved the way they looked right before they came. They’d frown and fight it as though they were partaking in something that wasn’t permitted, something that was wrong, but in the end, pleasure would win out, and they would let go. Sometimes whimpering, sometimes a stray tear would fall, and sometimes they’d cry out.
It didn’t surprise Gabe that Brooke was vocal; she screamed when she came. He wanted to push her to that edge again and hear her crying out in pleasure.
He parted her pretty pink lips and looked his fill. Glistening and swollen, Brooke was ready. Pushing one finger in, he watched as it disappeared into her, her body pulling it in deeper, gripping it hard. Gabe’s cock pulsed. He held her open and licked over her. She flinched and tried to worm away.
Loud and squirmy, Brooke would be difficult to love. He didn’t know why he’d ever thought of her as frail.
He licked her again and again. His attention left her cunt as he used his hands to anchor her hips to the bed.
When she started to beg, he lifted his head. “Brooke, stop wiggling, and I’ll get you there.”
She glanced down at him. He loved the view, her concave stomach, tiny breasts, and flushed face.
“Hold still, okay?”
She nodded. He descended.
He brushed her open once more and latched onto her clit. She bucked, but he ignored it. Dragging his fingers over her, he found her opening and pushed three fingers slowly inside. She was tight. He tensed with wanting her. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he was liable to go off like a rocket when she did. And that was the last thing he wanted to do.
He pushed the fingers in and out, mimicking love-making, nice and slow; all the while, he sucked on her like a Jolly Rancher.
She rode his hand. He could tell she was holding back, attempting to keep still. Fighting her natural instinct to move would make the orgasm more powerful.
She took him off guard when her body suddenly tensed, and she released another scream. He hadn’t realized she was that close.
Unwilling to give her time to bask in the afterglow, he snatched his discarded jeans and located a condom. He rolled it on, angled her hips, and slid into her in one deep thrust.
She cried out again. He held her legs in the crook of his arms and repeatedly drove into her.
“This might be fast,” he warned her.
Her lids were closed, and she was wiping at her eyes, but she nodded. She’d come three times already, each one forceful and imposing. Soon, she’d be utterly limp, and he wanted to join her in that sated sensation.
He tugged her body further off the bed and held her open wide. “Brooke, look at us.”
Weakly, it seemed, she shook her head. “I can’t.”
His next thrusts were harder, reinforcing his request. Each slam into her body demanded she do as he said. Her lashes swept open, and she looked up at him in that dreamy way she had when they were teens.
“Touch yourself,” he instructed, but when she failed to do so, he dropped one of her legs, grabbed her hand, and directed it to her clit. He resumed his original position. At first, her hand just lingered, but as their pace increased, she got into it, stroking her sex as they rocked together.
He was dangerously close to the brink as he watched his dick disappear into her with each plunge. She started frantically stroking herself. Sensations overlapped him, and for a moment, he lost his hold on reality as she came hard around his cock.
Behind his eyes, light erupted as his balls tightened, and he shot into the condom. Grabbing her hips, he hammered into her, crying out her name like a personal mantra. Her muscles rippled over him, milking his body until he was limp.
After he pulled out of her, they both collapsed into a heap on the floor. Chest still heaving, he wrapped his arms around her. Together they sat on the floor and watched as Shannon and Jacey fucked Taylor with a vibrator.
When he found the breath to speak, he asked, “What did you think?”
Never looking away from the women on the bed, Brooke thought for a moment before coming up with an answer. “I’ve never experienced anything like it.”
Gabe frowned. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“It was really good. Incredible, really.” She settled back against him.
“Will you come back?”
For a long time, the only sound was Taylor panting and begging.
“I don’t know if I could ever do what they’re doing.”
If he was being honest with himself, Gabe wasn’t sure he wanted that. It scared him, but he didn’t like the idea of sharing her. It was a first for him, and he didn’t know what to make of it. Rather than entertain that line of thought, he questioned Brooke. “You don’t mind watching?”
She shrugged.
Gabe smiled. Whether she’d admit it or not, Brooke was a bit voyeuristic. She hadn’t yet stopped watching the scene before her.
“But not participating?”
“I don’t think I could.”
Would that mean the end of Brooke coming to the motel? Gabe refused to think about that. “But you liked Shannon’s mouth on you.”
Brooke glanced over her shoulder at him, her eyebrows high, and confessed, “She’s really good at it.”
Gabe chuckled. “Yeah. Shannon loves giving oral. I think she gets off on giving it more than getting it.”
“The blindfold was really helpful. Thank you for that.” The look she gave him was so sincere he wanted to cuddle her closer, but that was a dangerous idea.
“Will you come back?” When she didn’t answer, Gabe thought of a way to put her mind at ease. “What if I made you a promise?”
She twisted around to look at him. “What sort of promise?”
“Come back again, and I promise we’ll make it work like tonight. Well, not exactly like tonight.” He couldn’t keep ignoring the others. “But you’ll only do what you want to.”
“We’ll have sex again?”
“No guarantees. Although, I’ll make sure you get off again.”
Brooke settled against him to watch the rest of the scene. For now, at least, it seemed she’d continue to join them, but for the first time, he was beginning to consider what his future would look like.