Page 71 of Fair Game


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“Don’t be.”

“I love you, though.”

“Love me with those pretty lips.”

The tension in his body has switched over from panic to desire. His cock stands up, thick and hard, and Gabriel’s eyes are darker than they’ve ever been.

“Can I touch you, too?”

One more kiss. Then I take the bottle of lube, toss it down near his feet, and set off.

I kiss my way down the tall, hard, beautiful length of him. I kiss his ribs and his abs and his navel. I take a page from his book and make it slow and lingering. Gabriel’s eyes are squeezed closed, his lips parted, by the time I brush my lips over the head of his cock.

He groans.

More pressure. Another kiss. I swipe my tongue over his slit. Take his crown into my mouth. Suck.

Gabriel hums, low and needy.

A gentle tap convinces him to open his thighs so I can move between them. I take more of him into my mouth. Make him as wet as I can. He’ssohard. Gabriel braces one hand on the headboard, the other curling into the blankets.

I take him as deep as I can, gagging a little when he hits the back of my throat.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

“Mmm,” I say around his cock, and his hips jerk. It’s unbelievably sexy, seeing him this way. I press my thighs together to get some friction, then concentrate on finding a slow, thorough rhythm.

“Elise,” Gabriel says. “Elise. You’re so good. It’s so good. That mouth.” I suck him and lick him and gag on him until he’s down to single-word sentences. “Mmm. Fuck. Sweet.”

Then I reach for the lube.

I don’t want to take my mouth off of him—I donotwant him to stop making those sounds—so I get too much on my hand. Click the cap shut. My chest is all warm, like an oven left to rest after a day of baking. This is all for Gabriel, and I’ve never felt so connected to him. I curl my tongue around his shaft.

My own body becomes background noise. It’s all pleasure, anyway, because hearing Gabriel enjoy himself is like…a drug. Maybe this is what it feels like to be high.

I lick him again and gently, gently skim my fingertips down to his balls. He moves his hips to push them into my hands and mumbles something that I think isfuckElisefuck.

He definitely likes this. I take my time. Maybe I was wrong about Gabriel. Maybe it wasn’tallabout using people. Figuring out what he likes turns me on even more.

A light squeeze. A gentle tug. My hand cupped around them for pressure.

Gabriel takes several long, slow breaths, his cock twitching against my tongue.

“It’s okay if you come.”

“Not yet.” He doesn’t open his eyes. “Too good. Fuck. Keep going.”

I keep going. My nervousness tucks itself away in a pantry in my mind.

I make a deliberate motion away from his balls so I don’t surprise him, then skim my fingertips over his hole.

I’m expecting him to pull away. To sayno, not yet, stop.

Instead, Gabriel gasps, and one of his hands clamps down on my hair. He makes a fist, hips pushing against my fingers, and I forget myself and take his cock too deep.

He doesn’t care. His fingers tighten in my hair. Gabriel plants one heel on the mattress so he’s not blocking my hand. Everything is slippery and hot, and his tension turns to trembling.

It’s not fear, though. His breathing is shallow. Impatient.

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