Alpha Douchebag: The Virgin: Gabriel & Willow duet #2 (Alpha Douchebags of Grifton Falls University)

by S. N. Garza

  “Why are you crying?”

  “Because you laughed. And I really love your laugh, Gabriel. It’s really wonderful.”

  His lips press against my racing pulse. Warm and sure. Another ripple of pleasure runs through me. When his lips touch my ear, my body visibly trembles, and he tugs the soft flesh on my earlobe with easy pulls. Our fight is slowly being put on the back burner. Especially with the way his lips feel so soft and warm on my neck.

  “What else do you love, Willow?” Closing my eyes, I shake my head, scared to open that part of my heart. Because what I felt for Peter, pales in comparison to what I feel for Gabriel. And it’s only been a few months. When I feel his hand brush over my neck, slowly caressing until he takes my jaw in his hand. With little pressure and ease, he says, “Open your eyes, baby.”

  I do and I know what he sees. Insecurity. And I hate I feel that, but I don't want to be the only one who really feels this way.

  “Why are you so afraid?”

  “Because you don’t feel the same way. And why do I have to?”

  And never have I thought him capable, but he bends down and presses the softest of kisses to my lips.

  “Because I want it, Willow. I want you to say it.”

  “Haven’t you heard it from your harem?”

  “Willow, you know I haven’t been with a girl since we officially met by the CVS. Not one. Well—I was drunk that night and we already went over that.”

  “But you do realize they flirt and touch you like you’re open property.”

  When I thought he’d give me an arrogant smirk and brow raise, he instead looks deeply into my eyes as if he can find all the answers.

  “But I don’t fuck them. I don’t let them blow me. I don’t let them touch me. I don’t even speak to them.”

  “Gabriel.”

  “Willow. If I didn’t care about you, I’d fuck them. Without thought. But—

  He turns away, gritting his teeth.

  “What, Gabriel? You want me to tell you, you have to tell me your innermost thoughts, too. It doesn’t just work one way.”

  He gets closer and with all that beautiful strength, he turns us onto our sides, his hand cupping my neck, sweeping his thumb back and forth over my cheek and lips.

  “Innermost thoughts huh? All right. I never really heard the words ‘I love you’ growing up. Love isn’t a word in the Saint household. Like I said, my parents pretty much ignore each other and I’m sure my dad fucks anything on two legs. Will they ever get a divorce? Probably not. He likes the convenience of having a wife and someone to talk business with when the mood strikes and my mother… well, everything changed when I turned ten. She… changed. She… I wasn’t anything to anyone anymore. And him… that arrogant asshole, does whatever the fuck he wants without thinking it might hurt her… or me, or whatever. He—,” he seems to take a few breaths. And I see. I see it better now. The bitterness he’s been hiding from everyone. From me. And it shames me that I’ve been rooting for Marcus Saint because I see the pride he takes when we’re on the gym floor and killing it. But before I can tell him he continues, “You see, Willow? I’ve never had it before. How am I supposed to know love when I’ve been denied the emotion my entire life? You’re right, all those bitches—,” another deep breath and I see he’s trying. “Those girls, of course they say they love me. They think they’ll be the ones to change me. That if they bang me, they’ll ensnare me to be a good little boy while they flaunt me like a prized bull. But you? You are so different. You changed me before I even knew what the hell was happening.”

  “You’re larger than life, Gabriel. If I changed you it was done subconsciously. I’d never want you to change. I don’t want you to. I like the douchebag side of you… tonight’s not a good example, which I am still very mad about.”

  “Mad? Why are you mad? You’re the one who left!”

  I push him onto his back and straddle his hips. I feel the hard length of him underneath me and his hands go to my hips.

  “I wouldn’t have left if you hadn’t been such an asshole. You left first; you know? You left me… naked and alone. In a freaking parking lot like I was some whore, Gabriel.”

  His hands squeeze, his jaw tightens because I know he doesn’t like hearing that he acted like a complete asshole to me, from my lips. I know that. I understand his insecurities… better now than I ever have.

  “You’re not. And I would never treat you like one… I just… Willow, I’ve never been one to voice my innermost thoughts, okay? But I know I’m not going to let you go. I’m sorry I got angry with you and for leaving the way I did. I was turning back around when… God. The excuse is paltry. I just… I know when you say it, you’re going to mean it. And I want that. I need that, Willow. If you mean it, tell me. I’m sorry.”

  “You were sorry the last time, remember? You still managed to hurt me.”

  Like a flower, he wilts. His hands fall to his sides, his face goes blank. Bracing himself. “Do you want me to leave?”

  I see what he’s trying to do. Protect himself. And I hate Marcus Saint and his mother for that. I reach down, cup his jaw and watch as emotions sift through his irises. “No. I don’t want you to go. You hurt me, Gabriel. I’m not going to be the girl that gets walked on, trampled on, and be put on a shelf. I’m not a doormat.”

  “Never said you are. I’d never want that for you, Willow.”

  His hands caress up my waist and over my rib cage then back down. I love how his hands know where to go to light me up. And just when I think he’s all douchebag… I can’t help letting out a small laugh.

  “What’s so funny, fairy-girl?”

  “You.”

  “And what’s so funny about me?”

  “You’re a freaking marshmallow, you know that?”

  The smile on his face dies, and I can’t help but laugh some more. “Willow?”

  I bend down, kiss his lips and whisper, “What?”

  “Just shut up and tell me you love me already.”

  I look up and find his eyes are dark pools of desire. There’s this fierceness in his gaze that sets my blood on fire. My uncle was right about being hurt by the ones we love the most, because I do love him.

  “I love you, Gabriel. Just as you are. Douchebag and all.”

  Gabriel looks me over hungrily, his expression turning sensual and hot. “Good. Now let’s fuck and go to bed. It’s been a long goddamn day and an even longer night. You made me chase you, Willow. No one has been able to do that before. You’re special, Willow. To me you’re… I need you more than anything. You’re the breath in my lungs.”

  Then he grabs my neck and pulls me down until his mouth crashes on mine, stealing my breath. He’s so good at that. He turns us over until I’m lying beneath him, his big, sexy body settles over mine and he reaches back to strip off his shirt, tossing it behind him. I marvel at how good his body looks. He’s in prime condition. He takes such good care of his body. The ring he keeps on a leather rope lays on my chest and I take it, caress over the Saint ‘S’ emblem and let my fingers run up and over his abs, and chest. Roaming over the hard planes of his shoulders and down his biceps. I never thought muscled guys were my type. I thought I’d always get a guy like the old-Peter I was with. I never imagined I’d ever be with a guy like Gabriel.

  Fall for a man like Gabriel. But I did. I fell so hard.

  “Damn, Willow. I love how you look at me.”

  I lift my gaze up to his and watch as he stares at me with the same look I know I’m giving him. He might not be able to say it yet, but it’s there. And I’m okay with that for now. “How do I look at you Gabriel?”

  “Like you love me. I—you have me, Willow. You have all of me, baby.”

  He slowly creeps my oversized shirt up and I lift for him to take it from my body, leaving me in my boy short panties and nothing else. His body shudders with an uneven breath that skirts over my body, making my nipples tighten. Gabriel leans down, takes one taut tip in his mouth and suckles, s
wiping his tongue back and forth.

  A whimper flies from my lips and his hand flies to my mouth, covering it.

  “Shh… rule number two. No sex under your uncle’s roof.”

  I grab his wrist and pull it away from my mouth. “Who said that?”

  “Your uncle. Right before I picked you up and carried you in here, he tried to make me promise not to have sex with you.”

  That would suck, but my uncle has never had any rules before. I should obey them.

  “Then maybe we shouldn’t—

  “I said tried. I didn’t promise him a damn thing and you were asleep, so you didn’t hear it.” His hands skirt down my body until he sinks them beneath the thin material of my panties, and I feel him whispering a finger over my clit causing me to gasp. “So, Willow… think you can be quiet for me? You need to come. I really need to come. And then I’ll put you to sleep.”

  “Put me to sleep? And Gabriel, when have I ever been quiet? We can’t do this here!”

  “Oh, fairy-girl, we are fucking. No doubt about that.” Then his lips touch my throat and he doesn’t stop until I feel his teeth scrap across my nipples then down to the waistband of my panties.

  My hands fly to his hair, tugging, stopping him. “How am I supposed to keep quiet? I’m never quiet when we make love, Gabriel.”

  Yeah, I said it. Sue me. I told him I loved him. I’m not going to shy away, especially since I know he does feel things for me. I even think he loves me. He’ll tell me when he’s ready.

  He hums against the hood of my sex before caressing his nose back and forth over my mound. “Mmmm… you smell so good, baby. And you think we make love? I like that.”

  “Don’t be a douchebag. Be serious.”

  “Oh, I am, baby. Serious as a heart attack when it comes to our pleasure. My tongue fucking this juicy little gushy until you’re dripping down my chin is first on the list.”

  “Oh, God.”

  “Almost, but I haven’t started yet, Willow.”

  I laugh at his attempted joke and I feel his smile against my thigh. “Do you have any idea how good you taste, Willow? How good you smell? I love eating you out. Such a sweet tasting pussy.”

  He licks up my center over the material, but it doesn’t matter if it’s on my bare flesh or not. It always seems to set me on edge. He slowly skims down my underwear until they’re tossed over his shoulder somewhere. This mischievous smile curves on his face.

  “So, Willow, am I going to make you come?”

  My eyes widen as I look towards the door… in which he barricaded. “You put a chair under the knob? How original.”

  He bites my thigh gently. Then without preamble, puts his mouth right over my clit and suckles, flicking his tongue over my clit.

  “GABRIEL!”

  I try to keep quiet, but he is so good at this. He pushes open my legs and licks at me feverishly. Hungrily. Desperately.

  “Oh, God. Gabriel. Please. Please. Yes! Right there. Right there, babe. Please make me come.”

  I feel a growl ripple over my flesh, and I hold on to the sheets, hoping they keep me on the bed and not send me soaring. His beard scratches over sensitive spots and it doesn't take me long until I’m groaning.

  “Gabriel. Yes, just like that. Eat my pussy just like that.” I know he likes it when I talk dirty to him, and it’s still a little hard for me to go all out, but if I close my eyes, it’s okay. Especially when he’s down between my legs. He’s like a hungry wolf. I love it.

  I shove a pillow over my face as I come, my release spilling from between my legs and he licks at me like I’m a dessert.

  Then suddenly, he pushes away, and I throw the pillow to the side as I watch him unbuckle his belt and undoes the buttons on his jeans. In one full sweep, he shoves his clothes down his body, and pulls his socks off. God, he looks so good, all taut and hard and sinewy in all the right places. I love looking at him. I’ll never be able to say that enough. Knowing he’s mine, knowing I’m his, and we’re in it for the long haul… I know I’m young, and I might not know much about sex or the opposite sex, or have the experience, but I know, this man, is the man I’m supposed to be with. I feel it with every inch of my body. And every long inch of his.

  Ever so slowly, like a panther, he stalks towards me. Climbs on the bed. His thick, rigid girth pulsating between his legs. I open my legs wide, letting him come in between where I feel his erection rubbing up against the cleft of my leg, causing my body to shudder. Goosebumps spring on my skin, and I close my legs, cupping his hips. My hands go to his shoulders, stroking up to his neck. The veins in his neck pop as he knees my legs wider.

  “I need you all open for me, Willow. God, you make my head dizzy.”

  When I feel him at my center, my body jerks up, bowing, and a rush begins to burn within me. All this anticipation is causing my body to shake, needing him like never before. And I want him to take me the only way he knows how. With powerful, long, desperate strokes until we’re both out of control.

  With one hand on my stomach, he pushes me back down and slowly enters me. Hard, sweet, unyielding, I feel myself stretching around him. He’s so focused on what he’s doing, I can see a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead. He’s trying not to plow right into me. He jerks slowly in and out, pushing in all the way and then pulling almost all the way out.

  “Are you trying to kill me, Gabriel?”

  His brow crunches and his voice is strained when he asks, “What? No, why?”

  “I need you to move, Gus. I don’t need anything special. I like it slow sometimes, but this is not one of those times. Take me, Gabriel.”

  His green eyes darken to almost black as he withdraws almost all the way, then shoves inside me with one hard thrust.

  “YES!”

  “Fuck, yes. What I needed, baby. Your sweet gushy sucking me in deep. So fucking tight.” I can see he can control his volume, but I can’t. God, I can’t.

  I bite my lip, trying to rein it in as he takes my hip and lifts me, so my leg wraps around the back of his thigh and his other hand is sifting through my hair, taking it in a tight grasp. He’s leaning down on his arm, his face is right above mine, only inches way, and our breath is warm as it skirts over one another’s cheeks.

  “Fuck, I love the feel of your tight, wet pussy, Willow. You feel so good. Yeah, that’s it. Squeeze those muscles around my cock. Fucking make me beg for it. Fuck!”

  His hips smack into me with each hard thrust and I can feel him brushing over that one sensitive place and my entire body starts to break apart. Only he can do this to me.

  Our bodies come together and it’s like this pull-push effect that has me trembling beneath his arms.

  His mouth covers mine, his tongue shoves into my mouth and we kiss deeply. Needing to feel closer. Making me want to crawl deep into his body. My legs cross at his behind as I hold on to him, taking him deeper into me.

  His mouth finds its way to my neck and then his face is smashing itself into the pillow next to me as he swivels his hips and fucks into my body with hard drive after hard drive. Forcing every hard inch of him inside me. Stretching me. Filling me. Taking me deeper until everything begins to heighten. Everything else becomes background static until it’s just us. Me and him and the hard panting of our breaths.

  “Gabriel, I love how you make me feel when we do this. You feel so good. I love…”

  “What? Baby, tell me.”

  “I love fucking you, Gus. I love how you take me just like this. I want more. I need more, Gabriel.”

  “More? Oh, baby. I thought you’d never ask.”

  He pulls out, causing me to whimper and I feel my legs turn to jelly, but he sits back, takes my hips and turns me onto my stomach. He pulls me up until my behind is up in the air and then a hard smack rings into the air.

  “AH! Oh, God! Gabriel!”

  “Mmmm… you need to keep quiet, Willow.”

  “You know I can’t. Especially when you...,” I can’t help but whisper, “sp
ank me. You have to put your hand on my mouth.”

  “I’m not putting my hand on your mouth; I love hearing you call out for me. Love hearing how much you need me. How much you want me to fuck this tight little pussy until you’re creaming all over my cock.”

  “Gabriel, they could hear.”

  “I don’t fucking care. You’re mine. Nobody else fucking matters. Especially when I’m balls deep inside you. You promised you wouldn’t leave, and you did. You left me.”

  His words cut deep inside me and I hate the hurt I hear in his voice. “Never again. Please, Gabriel. Please. You have to slow down. Please.”

  “No. You fucking left me. You don’t get me soft and sweet. You’re going to get me hard, deep and bruising, Willow.”

  How he turned the tables on me, I don’t know and I’m ready to tell him so when he smacks into my hips harder and then my bed shifts, bangs on the wall.

  “God, baby. I love fucking this pussy. Feels so good. I love it… I… I love you, Willow. God, I love you, baby. So much, don’t ever fucking leave me again. I swear, I swear I’m going to tie you to my bed for at least a week if you ever pull a stunt like this again. You hear me, Willow? You’re mine. I won’t let anyone take you from me. You promised me, Willow. You told me you wouldn’t leave, and you did.”

  He crashes into me, his hips pounding into me, and I swear, the bed banging against the wall both makes me laugh and nervous. It’s loud as all get out. I know the noise in this room is going to carry outside of these walls, even though I’m praying they don’t hear anything.

  “Gabriel!”

  “What?” He growls out, his hips smacking into me with velocity and hot, hard thrusts. I love it, but I feel like I’m going to combust.

  “Slow down.”

  “I don’t fucking think so. You’re going to take everything I give you. Take it, Willow. Just like this… you know you like it like this. You love me fucking your sweet little body just like this, don’t you, baby? You love me hard and hungry for your pussy. Taking whatever the fuck I want. Deep. Hard. Rough. Just like this.”