Page 72 of The Wrong Groom

It takes several long beats for her muscles to relax, and as her thighs fall slackly to the sides again, I press one final kiss to her clit before surging to my feet. I shove my pants and boxer briefs down and drag a fist up and down my cock once, just enough to take the edge off.

“We’re not done, are we?” Alexis whispers, gazing up at me.

“No, sunshine.” My voice is tight. “We’re not done. Not by a long shot.”

Her smile is a fucking sight to behold, hungry and fierce as she pushes herself up and reaches for the buttons on my shirt, clawing at them like she can’t stand the thing being in her way another second. The desire in her eyes makes me feel half out of my mind, like we’ve both come unhinged, and it shuts out everything else.

I pull my shirt over my head and toss it onto a nearby table, then kick free of my pants, boxer briefs, and shoes. Alexis flattens her hand against my chest and drags her fingers down over my pecs and abs, stopping just short of my cock, which jumps in my grip at the proximity of her touch.

“Tell me you want this,” I rasp as I give myself another slow stroke. I already know the answer, but I need to hear it anyway. I want to see the words leave her mouth.

Her delicate throat works as she swallows, holding my eyes.

“I want you,” she breathes, and fuck, that’s an even better answer.

Chapter 24

Alexis

My heart slams against my ribs as Gabriel moves closer, stepping between my legs. My body and mind are still reeling from the orgasm he just gave me—my second one today—but somehow it still isn’t enough. I need more. I need him.

His cock is hard and heavy looking, and I can’t drag my gaze away from it. I knew he was big, but seeing him up close like this and thinking about that massive thing being inside me makes me shiver with anticipation and a hint of nerves.

“Are you okay?”

His question stirs me out of my daze and pulls my focus back up to his face. His voice is gruff and his eyes are blazing, but there’s something soft underneath it, as if he’s truly worried about me. I nod, and my hand moves on its own to reach for him. He groans when my fingers brush the tip of his cock, his jaw clenching.

“I’m good. It’s just… is that how big most, um, cocks are?”

The corner of his mouth tips up. “Not to sound like a cocky asshole, but no. Not exactly.”

I nod, not exactly surprised by his response. But it doesn’t exactly instill confidence that I’ll be able to fit that gigantic thing inside me.

“Will I—I mean, can you—will it⁠—”

He chuckles. “Will it fit? Yeah, I think we can make it work. It’s okay if you don’t take all of me, just like when you were on your knees for me in the bathroom. No matter what, it’s going to feel fucking amazing for me, and I’ll make sure it feels good for you too. You can trust me. You know that, right? I’d never hurt you.”

I swallow hard, my throat painfully dry, and nod, because I do trust him. And if I’m honest with myself, I want him inside me, however long it takes to get there. I want to feel him stretch me open. I want to watch his face as he works his way in. I want to hear him groan my name when he finally comes.

That thought sends a fresh rush of arousal through me, and I grip his ass, pulling him closer. He’s right there, the blunt heat of him pressing against my entrance, and the wait is its own kind of torture.

He shifts his hips forward just a little, then freezes. “Fuck. Hold on a second.”

He eases back just enough to reach for his pants where they’ve dropped, and I watch as he pulls his wallet out and works a foil packet free. I blink at it, my brain slow to catch up.

“You just happened to have that on you?”

A rough laugh escapes him. “Didn’t used to.” He catches the corner of the packet between his teeth and tears it open. “I haven’t kept a condom in my wallet for years. It would’ve been a waste, I never needed them. But I—” He clears his throat. “I started keeping one on me after you asked me to teach you. I wanted to be ready, just in case.”

Heat floods through me, spreading outward from someplace low in my belly. Something about the knowledge that he’s been thinking about this, that he’s been wanting it as badly as I have, that he took the time and the care to make sure he’d be ready if the moment arose, does something to me.

But it also makes me sure of something else.

My hand lands on his wrist before he can pull the condom from the packet. “Do we have to?” The words come out shaky. “I’m on the pill. I just… I don’t want anything between us. Not for this.” I swallow. “Not for my first time.”

Gabriel goes completely still, the packet dangling from his fingers. For a moment, he just stares at me, his broad chest rising and falling hard.

“Fuck.” It comes out almost strangled. The condom in its wrapper drops somewhere I don’t see, and his hand slides into my hair as he lowers his mouth to my ear. “You can’t say things like that, sunshine. Not unless you mean them.”