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Gabriel tsks. “Marriage? Without sampling all the goods? Mac, I’m disappointed in you.”
He rolls me over so that I’m cradled in his arms, my back against his broad chest. At first, I’m confused by this position – in every teen movie, your first time is supposed to be missionary style, gazing wide-eyed at each other for an awkward condom sequence before your mother walks in.
Only now, I’m looking at water and sky, and I feel as though I’m floating. Or maybe that’s the head full of orgasm endorphins or the fact Gabriel’s hands still trail over my skin, leaving paths that scorch so hot they’d show up under infrared.
Gabriel tugs off his shirt and kicks his jeans and boxers off the end of the bed, then his arms circle me again. Tattooed hands play with my nipples, and his barbell scrapes across the skin on the back of my neck. “Touch me, beautiful.”
I reach down between my legs and grasp him. The first time I’ve ever held a cock in my hands. I’m shocked by the size of him. I run my fingers down his shaft, feeling the ridge of the tip and the veins standing out from his skin. How the fuck does this fit inside me?
I touch metal. I feel along the length of a curved bar protruding from the tip and out the bottom of the head, with a ball on each end. Gabriel’s teeth stutter against my skin as I give the piercing a little tug.
I’ve heard rumors in the press about Gabriel’s cock piercing, but I’ve been a little distracted with all the fucking rest of him to recall it until now.
That thing is going inside me? How’s this going to work?
“What do you think?” Gabriel whispers.
“I think you’re a crazy motherfucker,” I whispered back. “Why would you do that to yourself?”
“Just you wait and see,” he purrs in my ear. “Put me out of my misery, Mac. Open those sexy long legs for me.”
I obey, dropping my grip on him to lift my knee. Gabriel’s body fits perfectly against mine. The tip of his cock brushes against my opening. I’m wet and waiting, and I want so badly to rock my hips back and let him inside. I hear a package tear, and I’m grateful I can’t see what he’s doing and that he doesn’t need my help because I got all my sex ed from Game of Thrones.
“You sure?” Gabriel’s lips find that spot on my collarbone. His cock brushes me again, and I feel how wet I am, how desperate.
“Just fucking do it already.” I’m ready to scream at him.
Gabriel pushes the tip of his cock inside me, and I do scream. A little. It hurts, but the good kind of hurt. The kind of hurt that makes you feel alive. He pushes deeper and I’m so full of him, full of Gabriel fucking Fallen, and he’s rolling his hips and driving deeper and fuck fuck fuck it feels so goddamn good.
I bend my head back to stare at my dark prince, his eyes hooded with an approaching storm, his silhouette ringed with a bleeding sky. I wonder if this is who he is backstage, night after night, for a hundred different girls. Or right now, in this room inside the stars, I’m a part of Gabriel Fallen he never gives to anyone else. A part that’s just for me.
Gabriel moves inside me, and if I died right now I’d kick the devil’s ass for taking me away from this because no way is hell as dark and delicious as Gabe’s cock inside me. His piercing is this hard nub rubbing and moving, and I wish so bad that I could feel it naked against my skin.
Tattooed arms cross my chest, holding me close, rolling my nipples. A hand snakes down between my legs, and Gabriel presses a finger against my clit. It’s too much, too new; there’s so much of him everywhere. I fall over the edge again. I’m swimming in a blue abyss. Stars swirl around me, but I don’t know if they’re the ones outside the window or inside my head.
Gabriel’s teeth scrape my neck as he rocks inside me. I tilt my head back and accept his mouth to mine, tugging at his tongue stud until he’s unraveling at the edges, too. His body tightens around me, and his hips thrust harder. I slam mine back to meet him, and he keeps one finger hammering against my clit. I come again in a shower of sparks as Gabriel curls around me, his breath hitching as his own release takes him.
Gabriel sorts himself out, then rolls me over so his arms are around me but we’re face-to-face, our bodies radiating heat, our noses touching. The bleeding sky dances in his eyes as he talks to me in that low, melodious voice of his. There’s an intensity to him right now I’ve never seen before.
“What do you see?” I ask before I can stop myself. “When you look at me, what do you see?”
“Dylan,” he replies, pulling me into a smoldering kiss. I struggle against him for a moment, but he’s too much for me, and I sink into him, allowing him to pull me under his spell. But even as I give myself over to the song of Gabriel’s body, his answer drums against my skull.
What does he mean, I remind him of Dylan? We’ve just had sex and he sees his dead best-friend? That’s dark as fuck.
I love it.
Mackenzie
The night blurs into one long, intense fuckfest. I come so many times from Gabe’s lips and cock that I lose feeling in my legs. Piercings are magical and everyone should have them.
We fall asleep just as the sun sets fire to the horizon, tangled together in the sheets, our skin reeking of each other. My dreams are filled with Gabriel’s heady scent and his tattoos dancing across my skin.
I wake to a delicious smell. Gabe’s at the door, talking to someone in the hall. He comes in, wearing only his jeans and carrying a tray piled with steaming food.
‘Mmmm, breakfast.” I rake my fingers down his chest, over those glorious tattoos. Gabriel laughs as he sets the tray down to pull me against him. I wiggle his tongue stud with my tongue, and he scrapes his teeth along my collarbone and our food is cold before we get to it.
Gabriel hands me a napkin as I tuck into my pancakes. They’re not as good as Eli’s, but still delicious. “So… our concierge says she saw Eli come into the club last night.”
