“Good,” he grunts.
A tendril of excitement and fear shoots through me. As much as I crave Gabriel’s touch, I don’t know what to expect when he’s like this. This is an entirely new side of Gabe. One he’s never shown me before.
I know I should be wary, but the reckless part of me that’s only recently started to emerge is intrigued. Hell, I’m excited.
“Brace yourself,” he says right as he thrusts hard and fast, filling every available space inside me.
My mouth falls open on a gasp.
Gabriel grabs my ass cheeks harshly. “I’m going to fuck you until you can barely move,” he tells me. “Maybe then you’ll remember that this body is mine.”
Holy shit.
I stifle a moan. Something tells me if I give in to what Gabriel says, if he knows how badly I want this, he’ll take full advantage, consuming me until there’s nothing left.
I can’t give myself over to him like that. This has to stay casual. Only sex. But the tightness in my chest warns that it’s already become more than that.
Gabriel shoves my top up my back, not stopping until the material is pushed over my chest. One of his hands tugs down the lace of my bra, fingers brushing over my hard nipple.
“Were you going to give him a second chance?” he demands. His thumb and forefinger pinch my nipple, twisting and tugging hard until a sharp cry falls free from my lips. “No.”
“You don’t date other guys,” he says, thrusting in and out of me. “You don’t talk to them. You don’t look at them. You don’t give them the time of day. Am I making myself clear?”
I press my lips together, desperate to hold in my response.
“Answer me,” he snarls. Jerking my arms out from under me, he slams me up against his chest, his hard length finding a new angle that utterly destroys me.
“Fuck,” I moan.
One arm bands my waist, holding me firmly against him while his other hand falls between my thighs. His fingers expertly locate my clit and stroke the sensitive bundle of nerves until I shatter into a puddle beneath him.
“Are we on the same page?” Gabriel's voice breaks through the haze of pleasure.
I manage to choke out a shaky yes, my hands reflexively holding onto him wherever his body touches mine.
It takes me a moment to catch my bearings, but when I do, the soft murmur of approaching voices reaches my ears.
“Gabriel–”
He pauses and silences me by moving the hand between my legs up to my mouth.
He hears them, too.
The smell of my own arousal fills my nose as his fingers dig into my cheeks. He resumes his thrusts, his palm muffling my cries.
“Shhh …” he whispers low in my ear. “Don’t make a sound.”
The sound of our skin slapping together echoes in the hidden space, and I strain my ears for any hint of the voices getting closer.
Fear and anticipation trickle through me. What if we get caught? What do we do?
As we listen, I realize the voices are drifting away, not getting closer.
I let out a muffled sigh of relief. Thank god for small favors.
“Looks like the coast is clear,” he tells me. His hand falls from my mouth to my throat, his fingers wrapping around my neck. “Hope you’re ready for me.”
Gabriel quickens his pace, his thrusts becoming punishing. I jerk with each motion, relying on his grip to hold me up.
