I called him baby. I called my stepbrother baby. But Gabriel doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, he sucks harder, cheeks hollowing, lips stretching obscenely around my girth.
I know I’m too big. I’m always too big. Rachel used to complain constantly about how she could barely take half of me in her mouth before gagging. But Gabriel doesn’t look bothered. He looks blissful.
He grips the base with one hand, using the precum and his saliva as lube while he strokes me and takes me deeper. The dual sensation of his hand and his mouth is overwhelming.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” I tell him. “Taking so much.”
Gabriel makes a humming sound around my cock that sends vibrations through me. He keeps going, taking me deeper and deeper, his eyes rolling back in his head as the head of my cock hits the back of his throat.
He doesn’t gag.
He just takes more.
“Jesus Christ.” I grip his hair tighter, not pushing, just feeling the way his head bobs as he starts to suck me in earnest. “You’re so good at this.”
Better than anyone I’ve ever been with. And I don’t want to think about how much practice he’s had, how many men he’s done this with, because the jealousy that surges through me is too intense to handle right now.
Gabriel takes me even deeper, his nose nearly touching my pelvis, and I realize that he doesn’t have a gag reflex. Or if he does, he’s trained himself past it.
“Fuck, baby, you’re taking all of me.” My voice is so wrecked, even I can barely recognize it. “No one’s ever—”
No one’s ever been able to take me this deep. No one’s ever wanted to. But Gabriel looks like he’s exactly where he wants to be, his eyes closed in bliss.
The sight is too much. The feel of him is too much. My orgasm is approaching faster than I want it to. I don’t want this to end. It feels too good. He feels too good.
“Gabriel.” I tug on his hair gently, trying to warn him.
Instead of pulling off, he reaches up and cups my balls in his palm, rolling them gently, and that’s what does it.
I come with a growl, not caring that anyone passing in a boat might hear me or see us between the trees. My vision goes white around the edges, and my whole body goes rigid. I pulse in Gabriel’s mouth, feel him swallowing everything I give him, and the knowledge that he’s taking all of me, not pulling away, sends another wave of pleasure through me.
Gabriel looks lost in it as he swallows, his eyes half-lidded, his throat working. He doesn’t stop until I’m completely spent, until my cock starts to soften in his mouth, and I’m trembling against the column.
When he finally pulls off, he licks his lips and looks up at me with an expression I can’t read.
My legs are shaking, and my vision is still blurry. I let my head fall back against the stone and close my eyes, trying to catch my breath and come down from the high.
I don’t know how long I stand there. Maybe a few seconds. Maybe a minute. When I finally open my eyes and look down, Gabriel is standing in front of me.
He leans in close, his lips brushing my ear. “Thanks. I needed this.”
Then he turns and walks back into the house, leaving me alone on the terrace with my pants around my thighs and my heart pounding in my chest.
I stare at the closed door for a long moment, my breath still coming hard.
What the fuck just happened?
I pull my underwear and pants back up, my hands clumsy as I tie the drawstring. My legs are still unsteady, and I have to lean against the column for support. There’s only one thought circling through my head.
My stepbrother just gave me the best blowjob of my life.
12
Gabriel
I sit on the edge of my bed, staring at the wall, my head still out on the terrace, replaying what I just did. I drop my face into my palms, dragging them down until my skin pulls, hoping the sting might clear my head, but it doesn’t.
My phone vibrates on the nightstand. I glance at it, my stomach sinking when I see Audrey’s name on the screen. A FaceTime call. Perfect timing, universe. Just perfect.
