by Teresa Wolf
"Gabe, I'm going to come," She said, and she grabbed his hair, her eyes closed as she let the sensation take her over.
Suddenly Gabriel stopped and stood up. Hopes eyes flew open, fearing that he would stop, but before she could finish the thought, Gabriel had already taken off his boxers. He had his penis ready, and Hope admitted it that it was even more impressive in the flesh.
Gabriel pulled Hope further towards the edge of the bed, and then he entered her, without any pause for dramatic effect. Hope was already pretty heated up when Gabriel started to fuck her. He was as fierce at sex as he was at everything, and after a couple of dozen skilled thrusts, Hope came hard, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
4
Hope woke up to the sound of birds chirping. She sat up on the bed as she yawned, and once her eyes were able to focus properly, she appreciated the warm, golden lighting of the room, accompanied by the little morning light that broke through the crack in the floor-to-ceiling drapes.
She looked to her side, where Gabriel used to be, but now there was only a wrinkled, empty space. Hope ran her hand over the spot where he had slept last night; it was still warm, and replayed the previous night's events. It was nothing short of a miracle. She was surprised by how much he prioritized giving pleasure as opposed to receiving it, especially for someone so aggressive and dominant by nature.
Gabriel made Hope cum multiple times, each one very intentional and controlled. She also had the feeling that he had the power to make the opposite happen if he wanted. He controlled the whole experience, and it seemed that the point was to let her enjoy it, but she wasn't sure that would always be his intention. Either way, things were going exactly as she’d hoped.
Hope had passed out as soon as they were done and the comfortable bed didn't exactly make it hard. Now, just as she started to get out of bed, Gabriel walked in with a tray of dishes covered with domes.
“Morning, Red,” Gabriel said.
“You made me breakfast?” Hope asked.
“Figured you might be hungry after last night,” Gabriel smirked.
“Don’t get cocky now.”
"You didn't seem to mind my cockiness last night."
Hope laughed. Still, she held the sheets to her chest, covering her nakedness. "That was amazing; you really know how to treat a girl."
“I told you, this weekend is for you,” Gabriel handed Hope the tray. “You need the break after this week. It started with stress relief, of course, but we’re going to have fun today.”
“I appreciate the generosity.” Hope put the tray aside and let the sheets fall. “But I can’t help the need to encourage the effort.”
Gabriel raised an eyebrow, curious to see what she meant. She got off the bed onto her knees in front of him. Hope slid Gabriel's boxer shorts down, which was the only thing he had on, while maintaining eye contact with him. She took Gabriel's dick in her hands, and the warm contact gave him a tingling sensation. He immediately began to get bigger in her hand.
Hope began to stroke Gabriel with both hands, giving him what he imagined was her most seductive stare. Once he became rock-solid in her hands, she put it in her mouth, and Gabriel felt the warm, wet insides of her mouth, causing him to close his eyes and exhale. Hope moved up and down Gabriel while keeping up her stroke rhythm.
What really took Gabriel over the edge was the way she used her tongue. He felt her tongue swirl around him at the tip just before taking him in, a technique he wasn't used to. She started to fondle his balls, massaging them in her hands. She did all of these simultaneously, and Gabriel thought that if this was her paying him back, he would always give her whatever she wanted.
Gabriel was huge in Hope's mouth, not overwhelming but very impressive. She knew what he would like, so she brought out all the tricks, and his groans where all the confirmation that she needed. Hope felt Gabriel grab her hair as he pushed himself in. She knew what to do next, but she had to brace herself first. A couple of minutes of going back and forth and Hope finally removed her hands and attempted to fit all of him into her mouth.
Gabriel felt Hope trying to let him go deeper into her, so he obliged; pulling her in to see how far she would go. Hope went deeper and deeper with every bob of her head until Gabriel’s penis was completely inside her. He looked down and couldn't see an inch of his dick, it was all in her, and he could feel it reaching into her throat.
“Oh, shit!” Gabriel exclaimed.
He squinted his face and held her there, thrusting his hips forward as he felt himself climax. He pulled out and thrust himself into her again a few more times until he came in her mouth.
“Uhh,” he grunted.
When Hope pulled him out, she licked his tip as if to tie a bow on his present, and then she stood up. Gabriel watched as she casually sat back on the bed and placed the tray of food on her lap.
“That was fucking amazing,” Gabriel said.
“Did you expect anything less?” she smirked.
Gabriel could only smile in response. He felt enchanted by her; something he just couldn't explain.
He took a shower, after which she went in, and while she was washing, he took some business calls. A lot of agitated board members around the world were pressing Gabriel, so all week he had been doing damage control. For the most part, though, the threats had stopped; but, of course, Tristan was still paranoid. Mind you, it was his job to be paranoid so that Gabriel didn't have to be.
Gabriel waited for Hope. He heard her walk down the stairs.
“Gabe?" she called.
“Here,” Gabriel walked into the lobby. “You ready for a tour of the house?”
“What’s there to see?” Hope asked.
“Not much, I’ll admit,” Gabriel laughed. “I just moved in here, but I couldn’t get a place to stay without making sure it had everything I wanted.”
“Ah, yes, I forgot I was talking to Mr. Lark, billionaire.”
"Yes, you are," Gabriel shrugged. "I'm young, and I have the resources, so I'm going to get whatever I want."
“Don’t be too modest, now,” Hope jested. “I guess you have everything you could want and need.”
As Hope reached the base of the staircase, Gabriel grabbed her by the waist, and carried her down and holding her close. He looked into her eyes and said, “I do now.”
He saw Hope blush.
“You ready?”
Hope pushed him off playfully. “Yeah, let’s see what temper tantrum Bruce Wayne has in his cave, shall we?”
“You’re a dork, aren’t you?” Gabriel laughed. “However, we’re starting with outside.”
“Aww, no sex dungeon? No red room with leather straps and gags?” Hope smiled, backing towards the front door.
"Well, I have a gag, but you don't want to know what that's for."
"Scary Gabe, I like it," Hope said. "I can't help but feel as if you have a dirty secret of some sort."
“Why do you think that?” Gabriel asked. They were outside now, walking behind the house together.
“Maybe it’s your murderous rage,” Hope said. She looked at him and noticed he wasn’t too happy about that comment. “But I think that’s kinda hot, so no complaints there."
Gabriel looked at her and smiled. Hope got the feeling he wasn’t too proud of his anger, so she pegged it as a sensitive subject.
“You look like someone who would do whatever it took to get what he wanted,” Hope said.
“Nothing wrong with that,” Gabriel said. “That’s how I got to where I am.”
“Yeah,” Hope stopped him. She looked up at him longingly. “But would you do whatever it took?”
Gabriel looked at her, and for a second, she saw danger in his eyes. It was something she had come to expect by now.
“It depends on what I want,” Gabriel stared back. “If I want it badly enough, yeah, I'd stop at nothing.”
Hope smiled. “I feel the same.”
They got to the back of the house, and what Hope saw made everything else she t
hought about this place seem insignificant.
“Holy shit,” she managed.
The property ran for as far as her eyes could see, quite literally. There was what looked like a waterpark to her left. It was a huge pool with a rock fountain that poured into it, as well as slides. To her right, there was a huge court separated down the middle. One half of it was a basketball court, while the other half was a tennis court. Beyond all of that was just a vast stretch of grass, which Hope assumed was a golf course.
Hope became aware that her mouth was ajar, so she closed it. "What the hell?"
“I don’t know if you’re into sports and all that,” Gabriel said. “We could play whatever you like, but if you’re not into any of this, we could just have fun, there’s a cart arena just beyond those bushes behind the court.”
“Oh, I’m definitely about to smoke your ass in basketball right now,” Hope laughed.
Gabriel smiled approvingly, as she had expected he would.
"So, how's work going?" Gabriel asked as they walked to the court.
“I think I’m going to take a break from work for a while,” Hope said. “I told you I was a journalist, right? But what I didn’t tell you is that I specialize in crime.”
“Crime,” Gabriel echoed. He looked ahead at nothing particular, and then he looked at Hope as if he wasn’t comfortable with the news.
“Yeah, mostly stuff like murder,” Hope continued. “I’m sort of like a crime investigator actually. Years spent analyzing murderers and psychopaths have given me a very special insight into how they think. I believe I could even teach you how to get away with murder.”
Gabriel laughed, but it sounded a bit forced to her.
“You okay?” Hope asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Gabriel nodded. "I'm just dreading your basketball skills.”
He picked up the ball as they got to the court and tossed it to her. "I have to admit; I was kind of bluffing," Hope laughed.
"Don't worry, Red," Gabriel smirked. "I'll take it easy on you."
Gabriel stood between her and the basket, playing defense. Hope bounced the ball a few times; then, she jumped for a three-point shot. They both watched the ball as it made its way to the basket, and it swooshed right in. Gabriel snapped his head back at her, looking puzzled.
“What the hell was that?” he smiled.
“Don’t underestimate me, Lark,” Hope laughed. “I just might surprise you.”
Gabriel tossed the ball back to Hope. He leaned in closer this time, and when she tried to get a jump shot again, he leaped in the air and slapped the ball out of her hands. They both landed on their feet, and Gabriel was now inches away from Hope. He towered over her intimidatingly.
“It’s Gabe,” he simply said, and then he ran to get the ball.
Hope exhaled. Her heart was beating against her chest and, admittedly, she was a bit aroused. Gabriel ran back and tossed her the ball once more.
“So, tell me what you plan on doing now,” Gabriel said. “Are you going to keep your crime senses at bay for the meantime?”
“No, the opposite actually,” Hope said. “I’m going to find the person that killed April, and I’m going to make sure they get what they deserve.”
Gabriel hesitated for a second. “So, you’re sure it was a murder?" he asked. "It doesn't seem likely, I mean, who could've done it?"
Hope looked at Gabriel suspiciously. “The police seemed to think so.”
She ran towards Gabriel, faking a dribble, before she jumped back and took a shot. It went in.
“The killer was smart,” Hope said, looking at her feet as she rubbed her chin. “But clearly not as smart as they thought.”
“Hey, Sherlock,” Gabriel said. “Snap out of it.”
“Did you just call me Sherlock?” Hope frowned.
“Yeah, the detective, why?”
“Nothing – don’t call me that,” Hope said firmly.
“Hey, what’s the deal?”
Hope sighed. “April used to call me that.”
"Oh, hey," Gabriel walked towards her. He took her face in his hands, hoping to comfort her. "Let's go take a shower; it's too hot out here."
“Yeah, you kinda stink,” Hope smiled.
"Hey, you're the all-star shooter here," Gabriel said. "You seem a bit down; I don't think I can leave you alone in that shower."
Hope grinned. “Then don’t,” she said, kissing him.
5
Gabriel and Hope got out of the shower at separate times. Gabriel had some work he had been procrastinating over, and he figured this was the right time, so he left Hope in the shower when he was done. Gabriel wasn't completely used to this house; he had been there before, but as a guest. Now he was renting it for safety reasons, but as he got dressed and picked up his laptop to work, he realized how much he missed his own place. There, he had a dedicated office; a sanctuary where he could focus on his passion – work.
Gabriel thought of where might be the best place to work in this house and finally decided on the dining table by the fireplace. As he walked down the stairs, he thought about his plan to get his butler, Russell, into the house. Tristan insisted that Gabriel couldn't trust any of the help he had in his house as any of them could be the ones giving out sensitive information. Gabriel knew he had defied Tristan a lot already this week, so although getting Russell back was tempting, he held off on for the time.
Gabriel got to the dining table and set his system up. The room was a very homey place, and reminded him a little of his childhood home. There were mounted animal heads on some of the walls and couches surrounding the large fireplace. Gabriel didn't light it though; he settled for the bulbs and the heating system.
As he began to go through his email, he heard the doorbell ring. He continued to read, waiting for someone to get it. After the ringing started to get annoying, he began to get angry as he realized no one was answering the door. As he stomped to the lobby, he wondered how this person had even got to the door without Tristan’s informing him first.
“I’m coming!” Gabriel bellowed as the bell rang once more.
He flung the door open, only realizing it wasn’t very security conscious of him after doing so. What he saw shook him to his core. Gabriel knew he’d been a bit careless over the week, but now his carelessness had cost him.
“I don’t think opening the door for your guest is the right time to scream about having an orgasm, G man,” the man at the door said. “I think that’s kind of a private affair.”
“How the fuck did you get in here?” Gabriel growled.
“It’s my house, man,” the visitor said. “Yes, you’re renting it, but I still own the place. I can do whatever I want.”
“Not while I’m here.”
“Actually, you’re wrong. Tell Tristan over there to read the contract next time,” he said. “He’s a monster, but he’s not—”
“Don’t say another fucking word about Tristan,” Gabriel said. “In fact, stop talking, just leave.”
“Gabe?” Hope said behind him. “Who’s that?”
Gabriel turned around and saw Hope walking down the stairs, fully bathed and beautiful. Just seeing her calmed him a little bit.
“It’s no one babe, don’t worry about it,” Gabriel said.
"Oh, come on, no one?" his visitor pushed his way through the door. "You've always been such a liar, Gabriel."
“Get out, now,” Gabriel ordered.
"Fat chance," the visitor said, and then he turned to Hope, smiling.
"Hi there. I hope this isn't too weird for you, but I have to say you’re gorgeous."
“Thank you,” Hope smiled. “Who are you?”
“Right, allow me to introduce myself,” the man said. He walked over to Hope as she reached the last step, and just as Gabriel had done, and he took her hand and kissed it. “My name is Tony Lark.”
“Lark?” Hope asked.
“Yeah,” Tony said. “Grumpy over there is my older brother.”
Hope looke
d at Gabriel, looking puzzled, “You never told me you had a brother.”
“He’s not very important,” Gabriel said, staring at Tony.
“Oof, that really hurts, Gabriel,” Tony said. “Where’s Russell? He always knows just what to say.”
“There’s no one here but us.”
"That explains why you opened the door yourself," Tony chuckled. "I'm starving; you guys get any groceries?"
Tony walked away from them into the kitchen that sat opposite the room, walking as if he owned the place, because he did. Gabriel couldn’t let him hold it over him, so once again he considered the idea of going back to his own place.
“What’s going on?” Hope whispered to Gabriel.
“Tony’s my nuisance brother,” Gabriel said.
“What’s he doing here?”
“He’s just here to nag me, you know how children are,” Gabriel said as they both entered the kitchen.
"I heard that buddy," Tony said.
“I was counting on that,” Gabriel said. “Good to know your ears still work, now leave.”
“You seem like a sweet girl,” Tony inclined his head at Hope. “Aren’t you curious why Gabriel here can’t stand the presence of his loveable younger brother?”
Hope shrugged. Gabe saw that she didn’t want to disappoint him, and he was terribly proud.
“Well, all things in due time, right?” Tony said, bringing out a bowl of salad from the fridge. “How did you two meet?”
“In a hotel, he sort of stalked me,” Hope chuckled.
Tony gave a full laugh, “That’s my bro.”
Hope looked at Gabriel, smiling, but her smile disappeared when she saw he wasn't amused in the least. He appeared even to be frowning at her, which was definitely new to her.
"Oh, lighten up, G man," Tony said. "We're only joking. He can be so grumpy sometimes; it's no fun. I'm sorry I don't believe I caught your name, what was it?"
“Hope,” she said. “Hope Bridges.”
“Hope, that’s an interesting name, isn’t it?” Tony said. “Like a promise. You must be a light in the lives of the people around you.”