I kissed him and moved my hips against the touch of his hand. He smiled against my kiss like he’s made a sale. He did! The asshole.
Then he was serious, all smiles gone as he yanked my apron off and jerked my dress down in front. Even the sound of the fabric, the bounce of the sofa, and the quickening of my breath turned me on. Cover your ears Blueberry.
Gabe cupped my breast and a powerful pow erupted inside that made the inner walls of my pussy tighten. I knew my breasts were fuller but apparently they’re way more sensitive too. He tried to move his hand away but I brought it back and moaned when he pinched the tip.
I arched my back and pressed into his hand as the mounting spasm built. He understood like I’d used sign language and bent his head to lick over the other breast. Slow and teasingly he made his way over the mound and swirled over my nipple.
Tossing my head back on the cushion, I reached over my head to grip it tight, like if I didn’t hold on I’d fall from the pleasure cliff.
All it took was one gentle bite and I came harder than I ever remember. The throbbing didn’t stop for seconds and seconds after and then I was so hungry for it I pulled at Gabe’s clothing earnestly.
“I’m not going anywhere, Love,” he took off his shirt and I roved my hands all over his torso. I love this man’s chest. The contours make it easy for me to ‘see’ him. I can imagine perfectly how beautiful he is.
His heart is beating as hard as mine and his hips are dancing a deadly rhythm. I can feel his erection against my thigh and all I want is whatever he can give.
“Off,” I pulled at his belt tongue, “Take them off. Now, please.”
He did it fast then straddled me. I came up for more kisses but he took my wrists and pushed me down deep into the sofa. “Open your legs,” his commanding voice, the accent, the need, “I promised honesty. I’ve had other women since that week, but God,” he lowered himself when I spread them apart. “None of them made me this much of a beast.”
He pushed into me so quick I didn’t have time to consider if there would be pain. There wasn’t. He entered me slow but without stopping and every inch deeper he went the louder I got. My moans filled the apartment and his breathy encouragement in my ear made me want to cry, “That’s it, take me in, Bri. Bloody Christ! Yes.”
I pushed against his hands but I like being forced down by his weight. Every time I tried to pull loose I felt my orgasm stoking. Then he was moving and the world tilted on its axes. “Fuck!” I brought my knees up and that made him go further. His hips would jolt inward then draw back and the quick jabs and slow withdraws killed me.
“Don’t stop.” I panted. “Gabriel,” he kissed me before I could beg him again.
“I’m sick of this sofa, Love, I need room to work.” He pulled out completely and I groaned. Sitting up I reached out to feel where he was but then he lifted me off the couch and carried me down the hall. Soon I felt the bed at my back and he stood at the foot and spread my legs again. One knee on the bed at my side he held my ankles apart and dove back into me.
Maybe it’s good I didn’t know about sex before now, I might be an addict. I didn’t know this was even a position. Every time he thrusts he drops his weight forward and the fall makes my throat sore with happy sounds. He rolled his hips to grind inward and I pulled my own hair.
He only disconnected to flip me over and it was so fast I didn’t notice right away until my chest was smashed into the covers and the tips of my toes touched the floor.
He bent all the way forward to talk in my ear, “If I hurt you I apologize but stopping isn’t an option now.”
I reached back to touch his face and he pulled my chin up to kiss me back. His dick pressed against my ass and I kissed him as openly as ever. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and I yelped, “I’ve seen this hair in my dreams since that night.” He told me almost angrily, I must be sick because I like it. He smelled my hair then turned my head by the roots. “I’m going to fuck you out of my mind if it takes all night, and you’re going to take it. You’re going to let me just like the night we made, Blueberry. Just like the night we made our baby.”
He nipped my ear and I curled my shoulder and shivered before he pushed my face into the bedding.
He kept his fist in my hair pressing down but used his other hand to hold my hip and push back inside. He fucked me without mercy against the bed and I gripped the sheets until my knuckles hurt.
I came again.
He stopped and let go of my hair to squeeze my ass before getting on his knees behind me. “Oh, Gabe, wait. I can’t again. I’ll black out. Give me a minute-.” Nope.
He spread my cheeks and pussy lips to lick at me. I gave in and pushed myself back. His oral is fantastic. He’s sure of where to go and the night’s shadow on his face scratches at my lips. His tongue rolls back and forth over my clit before latching on to suck a shudder from me.
His stamina is crazy and I don’t know much but I know Gabe Gilmore is worth far more than his millions in bed.
On the brink of coming again, he stopped abruptly and stood before smacking my ass. “Get full on the bed, Love.”
Don’t have to tell me twice. I made my way on shaken knees and wobbly arms. The bed gave to his weight on my right and then he was on me again. He turned me onto my back and got on me to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rubbed myself against him.
He dictated some more, Mr. Bossy pants. “Ride me.” His demands make me breathless.
I felt his face and licked his lower lip; which held the taste of me too now. “Can’t we stay like this?”
“I said get on.”
“But-.” I combed my fingers through his hair. “I’m pregnant Gabe, the bump is already there, so I don’t look like one of your model lays. I also have no clue what to do up there.”
He’s not the understanding, baby you type.
He rolled us so I was laying over him, “Sit the fuck up.”
Well then. I took my time sitting up on him. This is exposing. I can’t even see how I look for myself. He smoothed his hands over my stomach where Blueberry was nestled.
I held my breasts like that would help. “And now I feel like a cow. A blind cow. That doesn’t even know what to do up here.”
He grabbed my wrists again but he didn’t ease them down, he jerked them down before holding my belly again. “You aren’t a cow, you’re pregnant. Pregnant with my child.” He must do sit-ups because he sat up fast and held my face, “And don’t ask me why, but it’s hot as fuck.”
Oh.
Huh.
Okay then.
He licked my lips and fondled my breast then held it to lick a sweet circle around my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. I felt the tremors of an orgasm approaching.
He lay back again and helped me come down on his dick. This new placement was worth his bossy push because it feels like Christmas up here.
“What now?” I asked as I felt all over his chest.
“Make yourself feel good. Do whatever it is you want, like I taught you before.”
I tried moving my hips and wow. Yes, that feels amazing. I rocked harder and he held my thighs to encourage me. Yes, this is very, very amazing. His sounds were as enthused as mine. So he likes this too.
His voice rippled over my skin, “Up and down,” he said urgently, “Try going up and coming down on me.”
I did as he said and the drop back down on him made us both scream. Hope my neighbors are def. I don’t give a shit.
“I’m coming,” he warned. I was feeling a little greedy tonight. He’d made me cum until my body felt like putty. So I thought I should return the favor and from what Chloe had unknowingly taught me, men like oral as much as I now do.
So with measured and careful movements I came off him which earned me an earful of British swears since he was so close. I kissed my way down his chest and stomach then grasped his cock and put it in my mouth.
“Son of a bitch!” he surrendered.
I like ma
king him as crazy as he makes me.
I can taste us again and his shaft is thicker than I remember and the skin is pulled so tight. The veins in him are easily felt as they pump against the hard fist I have him in.
I sucked and licked my way up and down the length until he came. His noises came from deep in his chest, far past his throat and it satisfied me.
This whole experience did.
He pulled me up into his arms and held me so tight against him I thought we were merging into one person. “Did I do this right?” I asked hoarsely.
He pushed my hair back and touched me everywhere, “You were excellent.”
I felt so tired I could sleep for days. I only drifted off for a second but when I opened my eyes again he was gone. I didn’t feel him anywhere on the bed and when I called his name in the dark there was no reply.
I threw myself down on the bed to find he’d tucked me in at least.
“Fucker,” I said to the night.
Chapter Fifteen
GABRIEL
I was passed out on the balcony of my cold massive home when I felt the gentle shake.
“Go away,” I told the waker-upper. “I’m dying.”
“Should I call 911?” Ah ha. Little Danielle. I should’ve known.
“No.” I slowly opened my eyes. I’d fallen asleep in a lawn chair. For such an expensive lawn chair this thing was very uncomfortable. I also fell asleep in my clothes with my sunglasses on. Not sure why. Then I looked up. Oh. That’s why. “Why is the sun so bright?”
Danielle tapped my wrist watch, “It’s high noon.”
I started, “What?! Bloody Christ-!”
“Don’t freak out, it’s okay, your first appointment isn’t for another hour, but there’s another reason I woke you up.”
I’m so glad Danielle is soft spoken because I’d cry if she wasn’t. My hangover is from hell. “Then tell me,” I lit a cigarette and tried to wake up. There was a nearly empty bottle of Jack Danielle’s nearby. Hence the death-like feeling. “What was so important?” I asked around the cig between my lips.
She handed me a stack of newspapers and crappy tabloids. “Read the headlines,” she said with a wince.
I frowned and took a look. My eyes didn’t focus right away. Then I saw the picture and sat forward, “Oh holy hell!” I flipped through the others. “Shit!”
“Yeah, it’s on the news too. Someone got footage.” She told me, “I figured you should be warned. Your father is going to call like any minute-.”
It was really ironic that my damned mobile phone went off. The sound was killing my head but with one glance we both saw my father’s name.
Then I realized what this meant and bolted upright. “Danny!” I called as I ran back into the house. “Get my suit! The one with-.”
“All laid out Sir!” She called as she closed the balcony doors behind us.
I darted up the stairs to shower then rushed to get groomed and dressed. I tried doing almost all of this one handed so I could call Brianna but she wasn’t picking up and why should she if she had the morning I think she did?
I ran down to my garage and hopped into my car. This time I opted for the glimmering white Rolls Royce because I need the attention from the press. I have to get them off her and in a positive direction, so I sped out of my condo to gain attention. It was crazy by the time I reached Starbucks. I deliberately got two coffees and could feel the gossip explode from just that gesture alone. I smiled the whole time so each picture would be optimistic even as my bodyguards created a circle around me.
Before I knew it I had one or two cameras on me from here on the route to work. Getting out of the car they were on me like bees to honey. Cameras clicking, questions flying and then men I keep at the office had to come clear the way for me; surrounding me, they keep reporters out of my space.
Once I got inside I rushed for the elevator and then made my way up. It was here in the quiet from the lobby to the top of this tall building that I was able to really think. I’ve skipped a lot of important details between night and day. I haven’t considered anything.
Last night with Brianna was the most amazing night I’d shared with a woman. I was sober so I remembered it. I wasn’t high or buzzed so I connected with her and I know for sure now, she is- or was a virgin. No woman could fake the inexperience so well. So now just thinking about it, my head feels about to roll off my shoulders.
I can see her writhing under me, bright red hair splayed against the bed. I feel myself gliding into her from behind and my chest rumbles. I hear her whimpers and my name falling from her lips like a plea.
When the doors opened I went through the glass bridge and into the foyer of the office where Brianna stood at her desk waiting on prints.
I sat the coffees down, ran to her side and slipped my arm around her waist to draw her against my chest before kissing the side of her head, “Morning.” I said.
She startled at my touch, then relaxed and turned slapping my shoulder, “Don’t touch me! Do you know what I went through today?”
“Yes, and I’m so sorry, Love, but-.”
“First I wake up in the dead of night to realize you left me! Who does that? You just snuck out and on a blind woman! Then I step out of my apartment to be attacked by so much press I couldn’t take a step. They followed me all the way from home to work! Asking private questions, snapping pictures, sticking recorders in my face! I dropped my walking stick and couldn’t find my way on the sidewalk! The sidewalk! What if I wandered into traffic! I actually cried, Gabriel! They still didn’t help me, they just kept snapping pictures!”
Her rant ended in tears and I felt pretty awful.
“Hey,” I held her arms and brought her to me. She let me. She hugged me tight and I realized even more, how real Brianna is. Most women would kill for a day in the spotlight. Even though I had a feeling before, now I’m sure, Brianna didn’t do this to trap me.
“I don’t want all this!” she sniffed. “My co-workers read the headlines to me and I played a video on the internet. Gabe, they have the day I told you on video! They have the whole lunch! Us arguing! How will that look when this baby is born? They’re saying I blackmailed you, that you paid my bribe! That I went to a clinic! Someone near our table heard that and now it’s all over the news! That was private! I don’t want Blueberry to know I went! To know you were that angry! This is a disaster.”
I held her until she calmed down. Thank God the front desk was deserted at the moment. But then the phone rang and she pulled away from me to go to her niche and feel around for the receiver.
She picked up and made herself sound completely pulled together. “Vicars Interactive Incorporated, this is Brianna speaking, how may I direct your call?” She nodded, “Yes sir, he’s in his office. I’ll put you through. Please hold.” She took the phone from her ear and gently touched over the buttons. Then pressed one down, “Mr. Vicars, I have Andrews on line two.”
She’s so efficient it’s wild. I want her for myself. She’s that good. Then she hung up and stood there collecting herself.
“Just a side note,” I said, “When you answer the phone, it’s now Gilmore International; V Interactive District. It’s Vicars’ division but it’s our company so-.”
She gave a flat look. “If you don’t stop, I’ll staple your lips shut and I can’t see so I’d miss a few times, making it even more painful.”
I went over and ran the back of my hand down her cheek, “I know this is hard. Just understand I didn’t leave you this morning to be a jerk. Last night was a lot for me. I don’t stay with women through the night but if it makes you feel better it was morning hours.”
“You did that first time.”
I held her face, “I didn’t leave to get away from you. I needed to think, yeah? You understand that. I didn’t consider the press. They probably followed me there when I came to you. That’s why they know where you live.”
She nodded again and I handed her the coffee I brought. I wrapped her h
ands around the cardboard. “Oh, is this coffee?” She asked.
“Yeah.”
“I can’t drink caffeine. It’s not good for the baby.”
I took it back and set it down, “Sorry. I don’t know any of this. Guess I botched that.”
“That’s okay. I don’t always remember either. I have a little list in my head.”
I took her in. She’s all business today in her skirt suit and heels included. I tried approaching this better, “The press will always have something to print. Like it or not you might be their new plaything. I can hire you a personal security detail, that way-.”
“Ugh,” she turned away, “I think I’m about to be sick.”
She wasn’t kidding. She grabbed the rubbish bin from under her desk and knelt down to bring up breakfast. My face twisted into horror and I felt a twitch in my eye.
I also almost joined her. Good Christ, how much vomit could one little woman have? I picked up a notebook and brushed it up and down her back, “There, there,” I encouraged from as far as possible.
Brianna raised her head and wiped her mouth with a tissue. “What the hell are you petting me with?”
“Not important.”
She stood shakily and continued our conversation from before, “I can’t have people following me around. Good or bad.”
I sat in the chair that used to be Pat’s, “I can’t stop that. I can’t even stop it for myself. I came in today with some flare so they would back off you a bit but you’re the first girlfriend they can say I’ve ever had so that-.”
“Girlfriend?” She dropped her clipboard and whirled to search for me with blank eyes. “I’m not your girlfriend.”
“You are having my baby that makes you my girlfriend in a way.”
“Didn’t you hear anything I said last night? I knew screwing would be a mistake; you already have things mixed up! We’re co-parenting. We aren’t a couple, that’s just called parenting without the ‘co’ part.”
I wheeled my way over to her and held the back of her knees as I looked up, “Then what was last night? Don’t tell me that didn’t do something to you.”
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