by S. N. Garza
“Yes. Don’t get pissy, I had to get out of those clothes. Sarah made me wear them because she’s dumb. Thought it would make you faun all over me, I guess.”
“It would have worked. My dick got hard at first glance, baby. If I hadn't known you, I’d have tried getting into your pants.”
“You’re an idiot. So, it wasn’t hard before?”
He shrugs and gives me this saucy smile. “No. Not until I saw you. And you would have totally dropped trou. Admit it.”
“I’m not a dumb freshman, Gabriel.”
His mouth kisses a path down to just below my ear where I take a deep breath. “Nope. Definitely not.”
“Come on then. I want that bitch’s hands washed off you just the same.”
He snorts, bends, and lifts me over his shoulder.
“Honestly!”
He laughs, and I feel him smack my butt, but not hard enough to hurt.
“You’re a douchebag.”
“Oh, yeah, baby. Don’t you forget it.”
He dips, stepping into the bathroom. He reaches into the shower and presses a few buttons—yeah, his house is like a smartphone—and the shower head turns on.
“You plan on putting me down anytime soon, Gabriel?”
“When I take your clothes off, Willow.”
I roll my eyes, but I don’t have to wait long before he’s sliding me down his body and to my feet. I’m about to lift my shirt when his hands stop me.
“Let me.” Then slow as he pleases, he takes the hem of the shirt and lifts it from my body. My hair falls around my shoulders and his hands are there, brushing back my hair. His hands are warm to the touch as they slide to the front clasp of my strapless bra and his eyes are intensely focused on the task. As if we haven’t showered together before. He takes in every inch of my bare skin when he pops open the clasp and my breasts bounce free. He lets go and skims his fingers down my stomach, causing my stomach to wreak havoc before taking the shorts and my panties in his fingers and pushing them down my legs.
His hands travel from my calves, up and around my curves, between my breasts before cupping my neck and pressing his lips on mine.
His tongue licks my lips and I easily open for him, stretching up onto my toes and pressing my body against his. He groans against my mouth and sets me back.
“Shower. Yeah. Shower.”
I giggle, knowing he’s trying to hold on to that self-control he’s so good at controlling.
Then in a flash, he strips, toes off his shoes as I do the same. I try to keep my eyes above his waist, but he’s hard and it’s very difficult to focus on anything else. My eyes stray to the very large appendage below and I bite my lip, take a shuddering breath, and try to keep a lid on my self-control.
Everything else fades away, leaving us in this very small bubble. He wraps a hand around my waist and hoists me up against his body as he steps into the tub, letting the water spray against his back before getting us both wet.
Setting me down, his hands cup my cheeks and since my eyes are trained on the bobbing length, he has to force my head up and this dark, lustful gaze mars his expression.
“Willow.”
“Yes, Gabriel?”
He sighs, as if he’s letting go of something and whispers, “I’m so sorry. I know I apologized, and you’ve forgiven me, but know I mean it. I never meant for that to happen. I should’ve known it would. I don’t get plastered like that very often.”
“How often does it happen?”
“Rarely. It’s only happened once before. A few years ago, when Lock and I beat the shit out some guys. My father and I… we’ve never seen eye to eye on much and he’s the master at making everything seem perfect when it’s the complete opposite. I wanted to clear my head of all the shit he spewed and that’s the only thing I knew to do to get my head clear. I knew it was wrong, but I didn't stop that bitch from pawing me. Maybe it would be easier if you and me never…” He grits his jaw as if the thought is completely abhorrent to him and he sighs, shakes his head and pulls me close, wrapping his arms around me. “I’m sorry, baby. I don’t deserve it, but I want you to know, it will never happen again. And don't ever wear his clothes again.”
So sweet and then he has to say that. “I’m not property, Gabriel.”
“Maybe not, but you’re mine anyway. He’s very lucky I didn't do anything more serious.”
“Lucky. I’m sure he feels the same way.”
I look up at him and he’s rolling his eyes. The childish reaction makes me smile and I press a kiss to his jaw before whispering, “Close your eyes, Gus.”
“You’re not going to drown me, are you?” His tone is serious, but there’s a small glint in his eyes, showing me the smile behind it.
“Just do as I say.”
With a deep breath, he does as I say. I take a deep breath of my own, before pressing my lips to his chest, kissing a path to his nipple, causing him to suck in a breath. My hands roam up and down his sides slowly caressing, and he groans. I feel his erection flex against my stomach, and I know what I want to do before I go to the next step. The next level I’m ready to go to with him.
“Willow—
“Shh… keep your eyes closed, Gabriel. Just… feel. Feel every touch. Every finger stroke. Every kiss.”
A visible shudder runs through him and taking a step back, I kiss a trail down his abdomen, causing his muscles to contract against my lips. When I get to my knees, like he likes doing, I press my lips to the crease of his leg and hip and take a small bite.
“Fucking hell, Willow. Can I open my eyes now?”
“No.”
I place suckling kisses everywhere except where I’m dying to put my mouth. I look up and there’s this agonizing expression riding his face and he bites his lip. He knows I’m going to go down on him, but not knowing when.
I look back down to his thick, veiny length and see precum leaking from the tip. I wrap my hand around it, pull down and swipe my thumb over the tip, smearing the liquid around the mushroom head.
“Goddammit, woman. Can I now?”
“So impatient. Who does this belong to?” And I give his shaft a small squeeze and grunting, I look up to find his gaze on mine. His chest rising and falling in quick bursts.
His voice is guttural as he says, “It’s yours. It’s your dick, Willow. Now taste what you do to me, baby.”
His hand cups the back of my head, long fingers tangle in my hair, and his long, thick erection bobs in front of me. Begging for my mouth. I close my eyes just as I wrap my lips around the tip and lick over the crown, swiping more precum from the crest.
“Fuck, yeah, baby. It’s all yours, Willow.”
I moan and I take him deeper inside until he’s holding my head and thrusting in and out of my mouth. Taking control like he always does. My hands smooth up and down his upper thighs to his behind where it’s all sinewy muscle.
“Willow, God, baby. Feel so good. Only you, baby. All yours. God, I can’t go much longer. Swallowing again?”
He always gives me that option. But just like the first time and every time I’ve done it in between, I always choose to take whatever he gives me.
I suck as far as I can take him, making him jerk against my throat.
“I’m coming, Willow. Take it all for me, fairy-girl.”
And I do. I love tasting him on my tongue. His body shudders. His fingers tighten in my hair as his thrusts slow and he’s spent, but he’s not soft yet. He’s still all velvet hard as if I didn’t take enough. I would have, but I know what he wants. What I want.
Instead of letting me bask in the glow, he bends, swiftly lifts me up and off the floor, making me wrap my legs around him again. Then he’s pressing me against the wall, his mouth devouring mine. He’s rocking his erection against my clit, the friction sending me into overdrive.
“Gabriel. Please.”
“Fuck. I know what that ‘please’ means, Willow. Here.”
He steps back, puts me down and presses his hand
on my chest, holding me against the wall as he turns, reaches for his body wash and squirts some in a loofah before scrubbing his body, the fragrance from his soap filtering in the small contained space. Masculine and woodsy. Then he’s on me, washing my own body half-heartedly before pulling me against him and rinsing us off.
“Hair… later.”
A smile lifts on my face and he bends and turns off the water. He once again bends and grabs the back of my thighs and lifts me, shoves the shower curtain back, steps out and walks with one purpose to the bed.
He crawls us to the middle of his bed until my head hits the pillow. We’re soaked, but it doesn’t seem to matter. Water sprinkles from his hair onto my cheek as his lips crash down on mine.
His hands brush over my hips to my behind where he kneads, squeezes and pulls me closer.
His mouth leaves my lips and goes down my body, stopping at my nipples, suckling and sucking on them until I’m crying out in pleasure. They ache and burn, and he makes his way down further until the first lick up my wet slit and everything grows hazy.
“Gabriel, please! Yes, right there.” He flicks his tongue over my clit as he pushes a finger inside me, pumping in and out of me. I feel ready to burst. “You’re… you’re… oh, God.”
One last flicker and I’m calling out his name as I come. He hungrily laps up my juices, smacking his lips over my wet center before pushing up, wiping a hand down his face and coming over me until I feel his penis right there.
“There’s no going back, Willow. So, tell me now, are you sure?”
I don’t hesitate. “Yes.”
He lowers his body until we’re only inches apart. He leans on his forearm, cupping my face with one hand as the other opens my legs wider and I feel him take his length in his hand, teasing my opening with the tip. His eyes stay focused on mine, and I don’t understand what I see in them, but I hope I convey everything I’m feeling in mine. He messed up earlier, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling him deep within my soul. I have fallen so far in love with him, I don’t want to know where he ends, and I start. I reach up and hold on to his shoulders, kneading the muscles there before reaching up to cup his jaw. His beard is damp from the shower and water sprinkles onto my chest.
“Gabriel?”
He pushes a little inside and I take a deep breath.
“What, baby?” His jaw is tight, and he closes his eyes. Probably thinking I’m going to tell him I’m not really ready.
“You’re going to ruin me, aren’t you?”
His ocean green eyes fly open and his eyes dilate, turning his gaze dark and brooding.
He says with absolute assurity, “I am ruining you, Willow. Ruining you for all men. I’ll always be here. Right here. Buried deep. So deep into your soul you’ll never forget who you belong to.”
“Then ruin me, Gabriel.”
He looks over me, this instant relaxation coming over his features as his eyes fill with warmth.
“Hold on to me, fairy-girl.”
I do, taking a deep breath and then a small burst of surprise causes my breath to hold as he pushes past my virginity and his hips smack against the back of my thighs. I cry out as a sharp sting radiates up my body, but it’s not long lasting.
Gabriel stills, his mouth groaning against my throat.
“God.”
“Nope, just Willow.”
I feel his smile against my jaw as he pulls back his face, our eyes catch and he withdraws, only to push inside with a loud crack of our hips.
“My Willow. Mine.”
His mouth takes mine fiercely, his hips pulling back until I feel the tip of him teasing my opening.
“Gabriel, please.”
This small guttural sound comes from the back of his throat and he pushes up off me, his hands pressing into the bed next to my head. The water on our bodies quickly turns to perspiration as he slides back in, pushing deep until his thighs are lifting me up and he’s grunting and breathing hard. Then he begins a slow, languid push and pull that feels drugging.
“Goddamn, you’re so tight. Feels perfect. Your tight little gushy feels so good on my cock, Willow.”
I feel his pelvis rub against mine, rubbing over my clit with each pull and thrust. I’m holding onto his shoulders; my nails are digging into his skin and I see him grit his teeth but otherwise doesn’t say anything about it.
The slow retreat and deep penetration as he stretches me open for him feels incredible. He’s touching something inside me that has me shaking in his arms. I don’t know how much longer I can last. Everything seems to be growing, heightening, building.
This slow, torturous climbing has tears burning in my eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
I shake my head, at a loss for words. I feel amazing, but it’s as if I’m waiting for something, too.
“Tell me, baby.”
“I need… I need more.”
“How do you feel?”
“Like I’m ready to burst into a million pieces.”
Sweat dots his brow, and he seems to have grown larger, broader. “Good.”
Then without another word, he pulls away, reaches his arms beneath my knees and lifts them up to my chest.
“Keep breathing.”
I open my mouth to say I am when he shoves hard inside me, and proceeds to jackknife into me with hard, pounding strokes.
“Fucking breathe, Willow.”
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and when he smacks into that one spot, my nails scour down his biceps, causing him to curse.
“Fuck! That’s it, baby. I feel your pussy squeezing all around my cock. Feels good, doesn’t it? Need more, do you? Take my cock, Willow. Breathe and take it. Let me feel that pussy gush all over my dick. This pussy is all mine.”
He pounds relentlessly into me until I hear his headboard smack into the wall.
“Oh, dear God.”
“Nope. Just Gabriel.”
A smile twitches on my lips before it’s quickly replaced with a cry leaving my lips.
I feel his hands dive into my hair as he leans down into me, jerks his hips into me with bruising force. A pleasure shock riddles up my spine and everything in me holds tight and I feel him groan.
“That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock, Willow. Let me have it.”
I don’t know what else to do but hold on and do as he says. This all-consuming heat sends a hot-chill up my body and down my spine, and pleasure like I’ve never experienced before bursts inside me.
Tears of pleasure are streaming down my face as I shatter into a billion pieces.
His lips are on my neck, sucking at my skin, leaving a mark like he always does, and all I can do is hold on. Ride out this tidal wave of rushing heat and pleasure.
His mouth comes to my lips and steals what’s left of my breath. He pulls away and says, “A little more, baby. Just a little more.”
He pushes my legs into my chest and there’s a wet, slick tapping sound as his sac smacks against my behind. The sound mixes with our hard breathing and his grunts until he says, “I’m gonna come, baby. Ready?”
“Yes. Please, Gabriel.”
I feel splintered apart when warmth spreads deep inside me.
“Willow, baby. Take it deep inside you, fairy-girl. Always know who you belong to.”
Then he groans long and hard, his body jerking short and quick inside me until his eyes find mine and there’s pleasure and agony in his gaze.
I’m breathing just as hard when he slowly comes to a stop and holding himself up on his forearms. He nuzzles his nose against my jaw, over my cheek and temple as if savoring this moment.
He hums softly, and I feel his body pressing on mine, but it’s not a bad feeling. The heaviness feels like a weighted blanket. Keeping me warm and secure.
“I never knew…,” He stops as if he’s caught himself before revealing something too deep. I know that’s the past creeping inside him, telling him not to confess any real feelings and I’m not having it.
“Tell me.” I reach up and cup his face, stroking the short beard before sifting my fingers through his hair. “Please.”
“I never knew it could feel like that.”
“What?”
“Sex. Never have I ever imagined it to feel so…,” his eyes travel over my sweat-lined body and he pulls me in closer. “Life shattering.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
He shakes his head no. This serious crease crinkles his brow. “No. I’ve never felt like this before. It’s like pieces shattering and then slowly pulling back together. I don’t know how to explain it.”
“I like you shattered, Gabriel.”
He turns us to our sides, and then pulls me back in until I’m resting my head on his arm. Not too comfortable, but I reach my hand around his waist and snuggle in anyway.
“Gabriel?”
“What, baby?”
“Why didn’t it hurt more?”
I thought there was supposed to be blinding pain when the loss of a girl’s virginity happens but for me it was only a small sting before this pleasure swamped my entire body.
At first, he doesn’t say anything and when I lift up and look into his eyes, there’s a small, guilty chagrin marring his face.
“Gabriel?”
“I took care of most of it when I fingered you. Each time I opened you a little more. That first time, there was blood on my fingers, but the shower washed it away.”
Wow. I can’t help the way my eyes widen, and shock has left me speechless.
“So, I wasn’t a virgin?”
“Yes, Willow. You were very much a virgin until I took it from you just now. I’m not going to apologize for it. You promised me it was mine and I did everything I could to make it easier for you.”
I did promise him and I’m not mad that he made it easier for me.
“Gabriel—
“Willow, if you’re—
I place a hand over his mouth and say, “Will you shut up? Thank you. I didn’t ask for an apology. I don’t want one. I’m glad my first time with a guy didn’t hurt—
“Your only guy—
“Gabriel…”
“Willow, your only.”
“You are such a caveman; do you know that? You’re acting awfully smug about taking it, aren’t you?”