Forever & an Engine (The Austin Series)

by C. J. Fallowfield

  ‘You’re so bloody arrogant sometimes,’ I snapped snatching my hand away, glaring at him.

  ‘And right. Admit it?’ he smiled cockily.

  ‘Yes, you touching me is better ok? But you’re not doing a whole lot of it are you?’ I snapped, even more frustrated than before.

  ‘From now on baby you don’t masturbate without me.’

  ‘Gabe that’s so out of order,’ I protested.

  ‘I want all your orgasms and pleasure Mia and I’ll make sure you never go without, so no more touching unless I give permission or I’m with you ok?’

  ‘As long as you agree to the same,’ I scowled and he laughed.

  ‘You are joking right?’

  ‘No! What’s good for the goose and all that. Why should you get to come more than me?’

  ‘I won’t, I give you more orgasms that you can physically give me in the time we’re together so if I need a release and you’re not around I’m not stopping myself.’

  ‘Well neither am I then, you can’t have one rule for me and one for you Gabe, your words were a relationship needs to be fair.’ I held his annoyed gaze as he tried to come up with a response. In general, other than him teasing me tonight and leaving me so desperate, I had no intention of touching myself. He was right, it was so much better when he did it and it was him that jump started my libido every time, but I wasn’t going to tell him that.

  ‘Then we’ll have this discussion another time as I don’t want to argue tonight Mia, so tell me what we’re having for dessert? Or were you too busy fingering yourself to have chosen?’

  ‘I’m not sure I want a dessert,’ I sighed. ‘I’d rather go home and have sex.’

  ‘Well I’m still hungry and we both need the calories as once I get you in bed who knows when we’ll be eating next.’

  That comment perked me up, so I scanned the menu quickly, normally I’d be salivating over the selections, but all I was interested in was having him. Red returned and I randomly ordered us both the lemon curd soufflé with lemon custard ice cream.

  ‘Can you also bring us two double velvet Elvis’s with dessert and then I’d appreciate it if we weren’t disturbed until we leave thank you,’ ordered Gabe.

  ‘Of course, I’ll be back with your drinks and desserts shortly.’

  ‘Thank you Chelsea.’

  I stole a quick glance at him and melted, he was nineteen, nineteen and he just exuded raw masculinity, charisma and confidence. What would he be like in another ten years, when he was a full grown man, say a Christian Grey or Gideon Cross? He smiled as he looked at me.

  ‘That’s the I love you Gabe face,’ he said softly and tugged on my lower lip pulling me to him as he kissed me tenderly making my heart stop its steady beat for a second. ‘Christ it slays me when you look at me like that Mia. What were you thinking?’

  ‘You just remind me of my two favourite male characters in some books I’ve read.’

  ‘Which books? Please tell me I don’t remind you of Postman Pat or the Fat Controller or I’ll be hurt,’ he pouted, making me laugh.

  ‘No neither of those. A Mr Grey and a Mr Cross.’

  ‘Ahhhh all suddenly becomes clear. Now I understand where my sweet innocent virgin got all her wild ideas from. Which one was your favourite of the two men?’

  ‘You’ve read the Fifty books?’ I exclaimed.

  ‘Crossfire too. I figured I’d got to keep up with what all the woman were going crazy about,’ he said as he sipped the last of his champagne.

  ‘Wow I’m impressed.’

  ‘So which one?’

  ‘As a guy to fall in love with Christian, but for the hot sex Gideon.’

  ‘Why?’ he asked, seemingly intrigued.

  ‘Christian was just so flawed. His character growth was beautiful to read and I just felt for him so much it made me love him. Gideon though was just so raw and sexually aggressive, he was all you could think about and you just wanted it to be you that he threw down and ravaged.’

  ‘So you’re not into Christian’s dominant BDSM style of sex?’

  ‘I’ve realised that you have some dominant tendencies in the bedroom Gabe and I’d like to try more of that, but I also like that you’ve got Gideon’s animalistic need to just fuck me on a daily basis, often more than once.’

  He poured me the last of the champagne and studied my face. ‘Well I’m happy that you see me as a combination of the two. You really want to try more of the BDSM stuff?’

  ‘Why not? You can’t say you don’t like something until you’ve tried it and I do love it when you cuff and spank me.’

  ‘Yes, that you do,’ he nodded in agreement.

  ‘Am I a submissive?’ I asked, after thinking about it for a moment. He laughed really loudly, taking me by surprise and shook his head.

  ‘As a person most definitely not, you never do as you’re told. Sexually?’ He nodded his head as he thought about it. ‘Well some of the time you are submissive. You like me to take control and when I do, you always do whatever I ask you to do, you give yourself over to me completely. You’re not like that all the time though, sometimes you surprise me, so if we were to label you, technically you’re what’s known as a switch.’

  ‘A switch?’ I asked intrigued.

  ‘Someone who alternatives between submission and dominance, like when you cuffed me and took charge that night.’

  ‘You enjoyed that Gabe, does that make you a switch too?’

  ‘I don’t think either of us really fall into any of those categories Mia, but I pretty much lean towards having a dominance tendency sexually or otherwise baby, that’s just me. I need that control, but it’s enjoyable when you surprise me by taking charge now and again. That’s not happened since I first started having sex and I found it refreshing and hot. Anyway I’m not bothered with labels, as long as we both enjoy what we do that’s all that matters,’ he said with a nonchalant shrug.

  ‘I love what we do Gabe, I always want to please you in bed.’ I bookmarked the comment about no one having taken charge for a long time, he was used to being in control and I obviously challenged him.

  ‘You do please me baby, more than anyone ever has,’ he whispered as he ran a finger delicately down my cheek.

  ‘You please me too, so much. I can’t imagine ever wanting anyone else ever again Gabe,’ I whispered, embarrassed. I still found it hard to articulate my feelings for a man, never having done it before I met him. He continued to stroke my face with his fingers and looked at me with pure love in his eyes, it was even more of a turn on than his look of lust.

  ‘I’m going to make sure you never want or need anyone else ever again Mia, I’ll be everything you ever needed. God why couldn’t I have met you years ago?’

  I was suddenly hit with the overwhelming realisation that I would never love anyone this way, or this much ever again. He was everything I’d ever wanted or needed, he filled what remained of my heart completely and left no room for anything or anyone else. I wanted to reassure him, to show him how much he meant to me, especially after our fight the other day, I never wanted any doubt in his mind as to what he meant to me.

  ‘Gabe I want to ask you something important. I want …’

  ‘Sorry to interrupt but your desserts and drinks are here.’ Chelsea was back still looking, as well as smiling, way too much at Gabe, talk about a Mrs Robinson. As she reached up to fiddle with her hair I smiled coolly at her and she quickly placed the soufflé and drink in front of me, I was just about running out of patience with her trying to get his attention. ‘I’ll leave you in peace as requested. If you’d like coffees or anything else please come and find me.’ She looked at Gabe but he’d already turned his attentions back to me. At last we were alone and I could forget all about her flirty ways.

  ‘What were you going to ask me Mia?’

  ‘It can wait, soufflés can’t,’ I sighed.

  ‘Are you sure?’

  ‘Yes. Let’s enjoy our date, I can talk to you tomorrow.’ I�
�d lost my nerve now anyway and decided I was just being impulsive and rash. I kissed his cheek and dipped my teaspoon into my pudding. Both of us nodded in appreciation of just how delicious it was. I finished my champagne as I finished my pudding and we pushed our plates back and sat looking at each other for a few minutes. I felt my chest heaving and saw his was too. Surely this was it? No more courses. No more interruptions.

  ‘So Harvey Specter, are you going to go all Gideon on me or what?’ I asked as I pushed my shoulders back, making my breasts stand out that little bit more. I ran my hand up my thigh and he looked, licked and chewed his bottom lip slowly, the heat sizzling in his eyes and I smiled and did a little joyful jiggle in my seat. He moved over until he was right next to me, pushing the table back a fraction and leaned towards me. I leaned in to kiss him and he cursed.

  ‘Damn it, I’ve just dropped my phone.’

  ‘O for gods sake.’ I groaned. I threw myself back on the padded seat, fisted my hands and looked up at the ceiling, biting my lip to stop myself from screaming. Today really wasn’t going to plan at all. I suddenly squealed as I felt two hands rip my knees apart. My eyes expanded as he ran his hands up to my hips and slid me forwards to the edge of the seat. He pulled my dress out of the way and I felt the heat of his breath as his lips kissed my thighs and an inferno started to brew inside me.

  ‘Time for my last course,’ he murmured between my thighs. ‘I’ve been looking forward to this all night.’

  ‘Shit Gabe what are you doing? Not that, not here, please not here,’ I protested. I knew I didn’t mean it though and so did he as his tongue started to flick my clit. At that point I wouldn’t have cared if the entire restaurant or the city were watching, as long as he didn’t stop. ‘O god Gabe, don’t stop, whatever you do don’t stop.’ I reached under the table cloth and gripped his hair tight and heard him moan into me.

  ‘God Mia you’re so ready for me, you taste amazing.’ He circled my entire length in a figure of eight then forced his tongue up and down between my lips, I could feel my knees shaking, my clit pulsating and my heart was at a 100 metre sprint pace. I felt myself starting to come, it was too soon, I wanted the pleasure to last longer, but he’d tortured me all night and to finally feel his touch was exquisite.

  ‘No, please don’t make me come yet, god it’s too quick,’ I cried. He alternated between fucking me with his tongue and sucking and nibbling my clit. I lifted my hips and clenched my bottom trying to stop the inevitable climax. I held my breath as I stared wide eyed at the ceiling trying to mouth his name.

  ‘Mia come for me baby,’ he whispered in a low husky, sexy tone.

  ‘Ahhhh noooo,’ I moaned and flung my arm over my mouth and bit hard to keep my voice down as he destroyed me. I came over and over, legs quaking, my arousal dampening my thighs. He remained attached to me like a barnacle, giving me long slow licks, as I trembled and tried to bring myself back down. My one hand raked his hair as I removed my arm from my face I sighed contentedly. He kissed my clit, pulled back and gently drew my legs together. I closed my eyes and leaned back to catch my breath and when I reopened them he was sitting back on the bench smiling at me.

  ‘Find your phone down there?’

  ‘Hmmm yes, I found exactly what I was looking for thank you,’ he grinned.

  ‘Thank you. I can’t believe you just did that here,’ I said blushing.

  ‘You did that last night.’

  ‘In your home with two people nearby, not in a crowded bar and restaurant.’

  ‘No one can see us in here Mia, there was more risk last night. Are you an exhibitionist as well?’

  ‘I don’t know,’ I shrugged as I pondered his question. ‘I like the thrill of it, the thought that we might get caught is a big turn on, but I’m not sure about wanting someone to actually watch us doing it.’ He grabbed my face and kissed me, his lips were wet and swollen and tasted of me and I lost myself in him. I reached out and stroked his erection, straining against the material of his suit, but he grabbed my hand and moved it down his thigh.

  ‘Not yet Mia, I haven’t finished with you yet.’ He took a swig of his cocktail and kissed me, the sweetness of the Chambord Raspberry coming through strongly as our tongues entwined. I felt him run his hand down between my thighs again, before he pushed two fingers up inside me making me groan. ‘Shit Mia you feel even tighter than normal. God I miss not being inside you. Does this hurt at all?’ he asked, looking at me as he gently thrust in and out.

  ‘No … no pain. O god, faster please.’

  ‘You look so happy.’ He smiled as he watched me, his fingers moving quicker.

  ‘What can I say? I love date nights. God you look so good, please tell me you’re going to let me touch you.’

  ‘Later, at home, when I give you permission,’ he confirmed. He hooked his fingers and my jaw dropped as he started to stimulate my g-spot.

  ‘Do you have to look at me so intently?’ I panted.

  ‘It’s amazing to watch and I can learn how to please you better by watching your reactions.’

  ‘You don’t need to learn, you score a distinction in “Sexually Satisfying Mia”… ahhhh just there, o yes … there.’ He leaned forward placing his forehead on mine, our noses touching and I closed my eyes as I started to pant while he ran his thumb over my clit. ‘O yes, do that again Gabe … do that again,’ I moaned as I felt my scalp prickling as well as the sensation in my pelvis.

  ‘Baby I could do this all night.’ He moved to my neck and went straight for my favourite spot and I started circling my hips and clenching and releasing my muscles around his drenched fingers.

  ‘You’re driving me crazy Gabe. I never wanted anything so much,’ I moaned.

  ‘God I can’t wait to get you home to fuck you Mia, you need me inside you, I can feel it. You’re so desperate for something bigger in there.’

  ‘Yes … yes I am. Desperate for you. O god … I think I’m going to come. Gabe?’

  ‘Don’t worry I’ve got you, let me have it Mia, give it to me.’

  ‘I need to scream, I … need … ahhhh … I need … to scream,’ I gasped. He pulled his head back and slid a hand sideways into my mouth, as his fingers inside me pumped faster and harder again and again, his thumb sending spikes of pleasure up through my core.

  ‘Bite down baby, I can take it, just come for me, look at me while you come,’ he ordered. I bit gently at first, but as he firmly hit my g-spot and clit simultaneously, I shattered and bit down hard as my body convulsed. I heard a weird noise trying to escape from my mouth as I stared at him wildly. If I was hurting him he didn’t show it, but his eyes were searing as I let the spasms run on and felt a tear roll down my cheek. He leaned in and licked it, kissing my forehead as his fingers slowly stopped moving inside me. I released my grip on his hand as the shuddering slowed.

  ‘God you’re so good,’ I groaned as I caught my breath.

  ‘And you respond so easily, I love that you react so quickly to my touch.’ I felt him slid his fingers out and he swirled them around in his drink and put them in my mouth. I sucked, no longer finding it strange that he did it, it made him happy which was good enough for me. He put his arm around me and I leaned on his shoulder as his right hand found my left one and linked with it.

  ‘Gabe, please let me touch you, I need to feel you.’

  ‘Not until we’re home.’

  ‘Why?’

  ‘Because I say so. You want to please me tonight baby, because you know if you do you know I’ll reward you for it,’ he said with a touch of arrogance, but he was also right. With all my baggage, pleasing him sexually was the only way I knew I could bind him to me. Sex most definitely strengthened our relationship, it was the one thing that could possibly make him overlook all the rest of the crap that I came with.

  ‘Then take me home so I can please you right now,’ I ordered as I sat up and he laughed.

  ‘I’ll ring Riley to come and meet us. Finish your drink, I’ll be back in a minute.’ He
kissed me and disappeared. I picked up my glass and sipped at the cocktail as I looked around and realised how lucky I was, to be here, to be with him. I finished my drink and opened my bag checking my face in the mirror. I had a post fuck glow, even though technically he still hadn’t fucked me. My lips were pink and engorged, I put some gloss on them and heard a noise and looked up to see Gabe had returned with his jacket back on. ‘Miss Page.’ He held out his hand to help me up.

  ‘Mr sex on legs,’ I smiled as I stood up next to him and adjusted my dress.

  ‘Now I’m torn between big boy, sexy boy and Mr sex on legs as my favourite pet name.’

  ‘I can use all of them, individually or in combinations if you’d prefer. Thank you, I loved it here and not just the orgasms.’

  ‘Me too, even the floor show you provided earlier. Apparently it’s not the first time he’s been inappropriate, so he was asked to leave and they threw in the alcohol for free as a way of apology.’

  ‘Man, you really hit the jackpot picking me.’

  ‘I really did baby,’ he said as he squeezed my hand tightly. I smiled and grabbed my pashmina and we headed out. Red head Chelsea thanked us for coming and wished us a good evening, touching Gabe’s arm as she did and I couldn’t resist shooting her a back off my man scowl and she stepped back immediately and quickly walked away.

  ‘Seriously lusting after you,’ I muttered with a shake of the head as he pressed the elevator button.

  ‘Don’t care. I’m already spoken for by a more beautiful, much hotter, way sexier girl.’ He stood behind me pressing against my bottom, his fingers splayed on my hips. He gently tilted his pelvis up and down so I could feel his hard on rubbing against me.

  ‘If you’re trying to seduce me I can give you a tip. I’m a sure thing when it comes to you,’ I whispered breathlessly.