In The Dark

by Monica Murphy

  That he even says something like that blows my mind—and touches my heart. He’s so incredibly thoughtful. The girl who one day permanently snags him is one lucky B.

  And why does the thought of some other lucky girl snagging Gabe make my heart feel like it’s cracking in two?

  I study him, the halfway undone shirt that I didn’t finish unbuttoning earlier offering a glimpse of his tanned, toned skin. He hasn’t shaved in the last few days because he knows I like it when he rubs his rough face on my bare skin and I reach up, tracing my fingers along his jaw, savoring the soft yet sharp prick of his stubble.

  “I want to do this.” My gaze meets his and his expression is so solemn. I feel like he’s taking this very seriously and I like that. “I want to be with you. I want to…you know.”

  “Can’t even say it, Luce?” His voice is teasing.

  My cheeks are warm. “Yes, I can.”

  “Then say it.” He touches my face, drifts his fingers down along my neck, making me quiver. “What do you want?”

  “You,” I whisper. Hesitate. Take a deep breath. Just say it. “Inside me.”

  His expression darkens, turns hungry. Possessive. “I like it when you say things like that.”

  “I’m sure you do,” I murmur, smiling, glad that I was brave enough to say the words.

  He traces my jaw line with gentle fingers. “Are you sure?”

  Slowly, I nod as I start to drag him into my bedroom. Not that he comes with me unwillingly. He wants this. He wants me as bad as I want him.

  And that realization is heady stuff.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.” He curls his hand around the side of my neck, sliding his fingers until he’s cupping my nape. “I want to make this night perfect for you.”

  “I know. And you will.” He kisses my forehead again and I close my eyes, overwhelmed at the sweet gesture. He always puts my needs first. He’s a generous lover, which in turn makes me want to give him the world.

  I’m scared that once I have him, once I know what it’s like to have Gabriel Walker moving inside of me, making love to me, I’ll be spoiled for anyone else. He’ll ruin me completely.

  But tonight, I don’t care. I want to be ruined. Only by Gabe.

  “Ensuring I won’t hurt you means we’ll have to indulge in lots of foreplay,” he says with a wicked grin. “I know it’s going to be tough but I think you’ll make it.”

  “Sounds awful,” I say, hoping he can hear the teasing in my voice. Feels like all Gabe and I have been doing this entire time is foreplay, all the while building up to this very moment.

  “I know, right? Fucking terrible.”

  We both laugh and then he’s kissing me, shutting down my brain with his perfect lips. His tongue dances with mine, and his hands roam all over my body, drifting down to play with the hem of my skirt. Anticipation sends a pulse of want between my legs, especially knowing what he’s about to discover I’m not wearing any panties beneath this dress. No bra either.

  I think Gabe is going to approve of my lack of undergarment attire.

  He slips his hands beneath my dress as he continues to kiss me and skims his fingers along my thighs. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him close, never wanting to let him go. He’s so strong, his body so hard and firm and muscular. I reach between us to finish unbuttoning his shirt, my fingers making quick work of the buttons until it falls open and I can touch his hot, smooth skin. I trace my fingers over his flat stomach, letting them drift down to the waistband of his pants.

  I’m not feeling bold enough just yet to undo those pants though. I don’t want to rush this.

  He runs his fingers up and down along the sides of my outer thighs and a shiver steals through me. His hands curve around, touching my ass and they grow still. I’m guessing he’s figured out I don’t have any underwear on. I break the kiss to stare up at him.

  His eyes have a dark gleam to them and his smile is nothing short of gigantic. “You’re a bad, naughty girl, Luce.”

  “I am? Why?” I ask innocently, even batting my eyelashes at him for good measure.

  “You know why.” He shoves the skirt of my dress up to my hips, exposing me completely and he sucks in a harsh breath. “Look at you,” he says reverently, his gaze locked on the spot between my thighs.

  The perv.

  But hey, at least he’s my perv. For tonight.

  A tiny part of me wishes I could keep him for all my nights.

  Without a word Gabe presses his hands on my shoulders and gently pushes me backwards so have no choice but to fall down on the bed. My legs go wide when I land since I don’t have the hindrance of my skirt, offering him a view of my nakedness. He doesn’t tear his gaze away from me, continues staring at that spot between my thighs.

  “You look pretty wet, babe,” he says in this low, dark murmur that sends a cascade of shivers along my skin.

  He rarely calls me anything but my name or Luce, so when he calls me babe, it makes my stomach flutter. I hold my breath as he reaches for the waistband of his pants and undoes the snap, then tugs down the zipper, kicking off his shoes before he gets rid of his pants while standing in front of me. I watch, my gaze dropping to the front of his black boxer briefs, how his thick erection strains the front of them.

  My legs go weak and I’m glad I’m not standing.

  “Take the dress off, Luce,” he demands, his gaze locked with mine. He’s being bossy but I don’t mind. He takes full command in the bedroom and I think it’s hot. I feel like I have no clue what I’m doing most of the time so I prefer it when he tells me what to do.

  Without hesitation I take the dress off, pulling it over my head, noting the heat in his eyes when he sees I’m not wearing a bra either. He’s slowly shaking his head, running his hand over his jaw as he continues to study me.

  “No bra either? You’re definitely on the naughty list,” he says, a sexy gleam in his gaze as he joins me on the bed, his big body above mine, his hands pressed on either side of the bed. “Though the naughty list isn’t such a bad place to be.”

  “That’s what I was hoping,” I murmur just before he claims my mouth. His kiss is thorough, his hot, damp tongue seeming to touch me everywhere. He pulls away from my lips to continue kissing down the length of my neck, across my collarbone, his hands on my breasts, fingers brushing over my nipples and making me shiver.

  I love the assured way he touches me, how closely he pays attention to what I like. He knows just what to do to have me begging for more—like how sensitive my nipples are. I suck in a breath when his mouth wraps around one and sucks and tugs, his tongue swirling, teeth nibbling on the hard flesh. I thrust my hands in his soft hair and hold him close, lifting my hips, seeking him. Becoming frustrated when I realize he’s not naked, he still has his underwear on.

  He treats my other nipple to the same attention, licking and sucking and biting. I almost feel like I could come just from the way he sucks my nipples, which is insane.

  His mouth is on my stomach, circling my belly button with his tongue before going further. I spread my legs wide to accommodate him, ready for what he so generously delivers.

  But when he doesn’t deliver I open my eyes and lift my head to find him watching me, a slight smile curving his lips. “You look so beautiful like this, Lucy.”

  I’m embarrassed and pleased, all at once. He makes me feel beautiful with his words, the way he looks at me, how he touches me. I say nothing because I have no idea how to respond. He doesn’t seem to mind though. He lowers his head, his gaze still on mine as he touches my inner thigh with his lips. He kisses me there again and again, soft, barely there touches as he draws closer and closer to my sex. I tingle with anticipation, my legs shaking, my eyes falling shut when his mouth lands right where I want it, between my legs, his hot tongue sliding through my folds.

  The moan that falls from my lips is long and shuddery. His shoulders brush against my inner thighs and he grabs hold of them, draping my legs over his shoulders before he co
ntinues to lick and suck me. One long finger slips inside my body, then another and he slowly pumps them in and out, the wet sounds of my flesh loud in the otherwise quiet of the room.

  “You’re so fucking wet and tight.” He sounds absolutely tortured. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

  I can’t wait for him to be inside of me either. My entire body is shaking in anticipation and nerves. Will it hurt? I don’t want it to hurt. I want this to be a memorable, perfect experience. I know there’s no such thing as perfect but I’m determined to have the best night possible with Gabe.

  And I know he would do anything to ensure that I enjoy this moment.

  He continues to search me with his tongue, circling my clit before he draws it into his mouth as he increases his pace with his fingers. He’s always so enthusiastic when he goes down on me, seems to enjoy it so much and I’m freaking glad because oh my God, do I enjoy it when he does this.

  Gabe’s face between my legs just might be my favorite thing. And if that makes me a dirty whore, then so be it. I will own and embrace my dirty whorishness to the max.

  “Mmm, you taste fucking good,” he murmurs against my sex. The low vibration of his voice sends a shiver through me and I curl my fingers around his hair, holding him to me, practically mashing myself against his face. I’m already close. I can feel myself teetering on that delicious edge but I don’t want to fall just yet. I want to draw this out, make it last. This is one of my last moments with Gabe and I don’t want it to end.

  But then he lifts away from me and I can’t help the flood of disappointment that follows. What is he doing? Where is he going? I stare up at him, notice the way his lips and chin gleam and I flush with embarrassment.

  I’m…all over his face. And I can’t help but think that’s extremely hot.

  “Come here. Let’s readjust our position, try something different.” He lies down on the bed, his head on the pillows, his cock looking like it wants to burst free from his boxer briefs. He waves his hand, encouraging me to go to him and do so. “Straddle me.”

  I start to wrap my legs on either side of his hips but he shakes his head. “Straddle my face.”

  My mouth drops open. “Say what?”

  He smiles, looking like a naughty little boy. More like a sexy grown man with devilish intent. “Yeah. Ride my face, Lucy. Come on.”

  Ride my face? Oh God, I swear I feel faint just from his words. That sounds positively…filthy. And wonderful.

  I kneel on the mattress beside him, my body still pulsing, needing that orgasm I was so close to having only a few minutes ago. “I don’t know…”

  Gabe doesn’t even let me finish my sentence. He grabs hold of my hips and draws me to him so I have no choice but to do as he wants. A squeal escapes me as he adjusts my body directly over his face, my knees on either side of his head. I reach out to grab onto the headboard, holding on for dear life when he presses his mouth against me, his tongue darting out for a long, languid lick.

  Oh, God. I feel that all the way down to my toes. He keeps licking slowly then starts to increase his pace over my clit, his tongue fluttering around it, driving me insane with need. I try to hold back. I don’t want to smother him to death and use my vagina like a murder weapon. But I can’t help it. I’m moaning. Panting his name, cursing, circling my hips, trying to get his mouth to land on that one particular spot I know will send me straight over into orgasm land. He suddenly thrusts two fingers deep inside me, sucks hard on my clit and that’s it.

  I press down on his face, coming hard, chanting his name over and over. His hands grip my hips, holding me to him as he continues to suck my clit and I lean forward, pressing my forehead against the padded headboard and closing my eyes. I could probably faint. Oh my God, I could faint from that orgasm and my body won’t stop shuddering. I’m afraid he’s sent me into a permanent seizure state…

  “Lucy.” He lifts me away from his face and I open my eyes to find him staring up at me, his mouth curved into this arrogant, over the top smile. He looks very pleased with himself. I, on the other hand, am completely rung out. I can barely keep my eyes open. “I think you’re ready.”

  I frown, trying to catch my breath, calm my racing heart, but it’s impossible. I’m lucky I didn’t have a heart attack just now. “F-for wh-what?”

  “For me.”

  There is nothing better than giving Lucy an orgasm. Seriously, she’s beautiful when she comes, and she makes all these sexy noises. The way she breathes, the hitch in her throat, the whimper, the moans, how she says my name, sometimes even screams it. Fuck me, it’s amazing. Watching her turns me on like no other woman has before and I try to act like it’s no big deal.

  But it’s a huge deal. She means a lot to me, and making her feel good is everything. If I could give her the world I would, I’m that far gone over her. Though really, I tell myself it’s just a waste of my time and emotion. In less than two days I’ll be in another state and I’ll never see her again. We could make promises to call each other and all that other crap but we both know it won’t happen.

  This is it. Tonight, maybe tomorrow night and then it’s over.

  I really fucking hate that it’s almost over.

  Pushing all negative thoughts aside, I focus on my girl. She’s fallen onto the bed beside me, flushed and naked, a pleased smile on her face. Her lids are at half-mast and she looks like she could fall asleep at any minute. The fact that I’m the one who put that satisfied smile on her face makes me want to puff up my chest with pride but I tone it down. I don’t need to act like an asshole.

  “Come here,” I mutter, reaching for her waist. She comes willingly, her arms sliding around my neck as I roll her beneath me. I kiss her and she doesn’t even flinch, considering I had my mouth on her pussy not even a few minutes ago. I’d been afraid at one point that she might cut off my breathing but still. It was a totally hot moment I will never forget.

  “I seriously need a condom.” As in, I’m dying to get inside her. Though once that happens, I’m afraid I won’t last beyond a few minutes. Poor Lucy will think I’m some three pump chump.

  Closing my eyes, I think of going to the dentist. Taking a test that I didn’t study for—wait, I rarely study for any test so that won’t work—anything to take my mind off of coming too fast.

  “Okay.” She’s not helping with my problem though I love how she’s kissing my neck, her lips lingering, teeth nipping at my jaw line. “Do you have one?” she asks shyly.

  Thank Christ I stuffed three in my wallet earlier. I already had one in there but I was feeling hopeful. “I do. Let me go grab it.” I hop off the bed, nearly tripping over my own feet and making Lucy giggle. I snatch my pants off the ground and pull my wallet out of the back pocket, take all three condoms and toss two of them on the bedside table before I open one, sliding the rubber on my cock.

  I’m hard as a rock and it’s sensitive to touch, almost painful. I’m aching to get inside her, can’t wait to sink within her depths and feel her clutch and squeeze around my cock. She watches me with apprehensive eyes, her skin flushed, her hair a mess, a tentative smile on her lush mouth. She looks scared.

  She looks beautiful.

  I go to her and without a word gather her into my arms, pressing my mouth to hers. The kiss is long and deep, my cock pressing insistently against her belly. I roll her onto her back, my lips never leaving hers and it’s like she melts beneath me, her warm, curvy body pressed close to mine as she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me even closer.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” I breathe next to her ear after I break the kiss.

  She shakes her head, her hair getting in my face. “I know you’ll be gentle with me.”

  I go still, blown away by the trust she has in me. The utter faith I’ll do the right thing when it comes to her no matter what.

  Taking a deep breath, I rise up onto my knees, bracing one hand on the mattress as I grab the base of my cock and brush just the head of it against her pussy. She c
loses her eyes on a shivery sigh, her hips arching as if she wants more. As if she’s seeking me because I’m the only one who can take care of her.

  I brush the head of my cock against her clit, amazed at how wet she is, her flesh so pliant and welcoming. I’m fucking shaking as I press my cock into her entrance carefully, slowly feeding myself inside her, inch by inch, bit by bit. She stiffens at the first invasion, her body tense and I can tell she’s holding her breath.

  “Breathe baby,” I murmur, watching in fascination as I slowly sink inside her. She takes me so easily, as if she were made for me and when I’m finally fully seated inside of her pussy, I close my eyes and drop my head so I can brush my mouth against hers in the lightest kiss possible. “You okay?”

  She nods, murmurs something I can’t quite understand and just as slowly as I entered her, I withdraw, taking my time, not wanting to hurt her yet desperate to fuck her hard and make her mine.

  But she’s already mine. I can tell by the breathless noises she makes, the way her body slowly relaxes, the tight heat of her completely enveloping me. I thrust deep. Deeper. Making her moan. Making me groan. I’m sweating, the shaking hasn’t dissipated, hell I think it’s worse and I wonder at my reaction toward her. Why I feel so overwhelmed with the need to make this good for her?

  Because she deserves it. She deserves only the best.

  I might not be the one who can give her a lifetime of the best, but I’m going to damn well give her the best of me while I have her.

  “Wrap your legs around my hips,” I encourage and she does, causing me to sink even further inside her. We both moan and I can’t hold back anymore. It’s fucking killing me to not just unleash on her so I do, but as subtly as possible. I rise up and reach between us, touching her clit, circling it with my fingers and she clutches me close, her fingernails digging into my shoulders, her mouth at my ear as she pants these sexy little breaths that drive me wild.

  Everything she does drives me wild.

  “Are you close?” I ask because it’s going to happen for me at any given moment. I’m going to come. I don’t want to ruin this for her but damn it, I’m going to blow and that familiar tingle is already starting at the base of my spine. “Tell me you’re close.”