The First

Summer

We make it back to Gabriel's apartment, not without a few curious stares. He held me the entire trip, even on the train ride.

Once we got back to the apartment, Gabe called some kind of cleanup crew and then went and showered. When he came out, I went in. It felt good to wash the night off me.

As soon as I walked out of the bathroom, I spotted a shirtless Gabriel sitting on the sofa. He was leaning forward with his head down between his shoulders, his body slowly rocking. He didn't move when I sat down beside him.

"Are you alright?" I ask, breaking the silence of the apartment.

"She's loud right now," he says in a low voice.

"What is she saying?" I don't have to ask him who. I know he's talking about his mother.

He turns his head slightly to look at me, his long hair covering most of his face. "She wants me to kill you."

That bitch. I don't panic. Taking a deep breath, I tuck my legs underneath me. Gabe gave me a shirt when I got out of the shower, but I preferred his hoodie. I didn't have any underwear so I'm ass out underneath this thing.

"What do you want to do, Gabriel? I'm not asking what she wants or what that organization wants you to do. You are capable of making your own decisions. So, what do you want?"

Those gorgeous intelligent eyes stare at me. I want to touch him so bad but I'm not sure if I should.

Beats of silence flow between us. I hold my breath waiting to hear what he will say. I pray that he won't kill me. It's kind of still up in the air. When he finally speaks, I'm completely blown away by what he says.

"You. I want you."

Heat fills my body in a way that it never has before. Nic mentioned my shyness and inexperience in sex. Before him, I'd only been with one other guy. It was a guy in high school. We weren't dating. I met him at a party and wanted to try another vice to exorcise my demons.

It was awful. After that, I wasn't interested in sex. It wasn't until Nic that I realized how pleasurable it could be. Even still, I never initiated it. However, right now, all I can think of is how Gabe would feel inside me.

Standing from the couch, I step in between his legs. He sits up straight, watching me intently. I don't break eye contact with him as I plant my right knee on the couch beside his left thigh. I quickly swing the other knee on his other side, straddling him. Gabe sinks back into the sofa, as I hover over his lap.

"Summer," he whispers my name. I can't tell if it's a warning or a plea.

Placing a finger to his lips briefly, I quiet him before planting my mouth to his. His body tenses beneath me. I go to pull away thinking maybe I'm reading this wrong. Maybe he doesn't want me this way. I mean, I'm not looking my best. These ratty braids are still in my head and although I've showered, I can imagine I still look like a woman going through withdrawals.

Before I can remove my lips from his, he opens his mouth and swipes his tongue against my bottom lip. I quickly follow his lead.

The kiss goes from chaste and soft to passionate and overpowering. Our tongues intertwine in a dance that's thousands of years old. I moan as I cup my hands at his jaws before easing to the back of his neck. I grind my hips down into his lap. If I doubted how he felt before, the impressive bulge in his shorts tells me he is enjoying himself.

However, something stands out. He is kissing me back, and my hands are all over him, but he isn't touching me. Pulling away from the kiss, he follows me. Apparently, he's not willing to let my lips go.

I chuckle, before breaking our kiss.

"Why won't you touch me," I plead, staring down into his heavy-lidded eyes.

He breaks eye contact. Bringing his hands between us, he cups them together as if he's offering me something.

"My hands, they aren't meant to be gentle. They are only for hurting and breaking things," he says, looking down at his palms as if he's holding trash.

I've come to realize; I hate that fucking organization. I know Gabriel thinks they saved him, but what they did was take a broken boy and patch him up with tape and glue. They didn't help him.

Shaking my head, I fight back tears. "No, Gabe. That's what they want you to believe. Let me show you how gentle you can be."

Grabbing his hands in mine, I place a kiss to the back of each. I then bring them to my thighs. Gabriel watches my every movement. His palms are rough and calloused against my skin, but I like the way they feel. Slowly, with my hands covering his, I move them up each side of my thighs. The motion lifts my hoodie, and my pussy comes into view. Thank goodness Trina made me shave all body hair before I went to meet Gregory.

I can almost feel his gaze on my wet center. I move his hands further up my body, stopping at my ribs. His grip tightens on me. For a moment, I start to wonder if I've taken him too far too fast. Wrapping my arms around the back of his neck, I bring our mouths together for another kiss. His tongue rolls against mine, pulling a soft moan from me.

This time, his hands stay on my body, and he rubs small circles against my skin with his thumbs.

"Gabe, I need you," I say, breaking our kiss for only a moment as I reach between us to pull him out of his pants.

When my hand wraps around his girth and I bring him out feeling the tip bounce against my navel I stop and look down.

Holy fuck.

I have to admit, some of the enthusiasm wains when I see the size of him. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, he's a big dude.

"We can stop," he says getting my attention back on his face. "If you no longer want me, we can stop. I still won't kill you."

He might not have to kill me. By the time I finish impaling myself on his length I might be dead. Well, you only live once.

"I want this," I say, before lifting up so that I can hover over the tip of his dick.

I'm so wet that it's leaking down my thighs. Yet still, making room for him inside me feels like I'm remodeling my vagina. His grip on my side tightens even more, but I don't complain. I have a feeling if I tell him he's hurting me he will get triggered and stop.

"Fuck," I moan when I realize there is an entire fist worth of him still not inside me. Yet it feels as if I've ran out of pussy for his dick. The dick to pussy ratio is clearly off.

Meanwhile, Gabe's face is flushed red and the vein in his forehead is throbbing, but thankfully he remains still.

I take a deep breath and slowly work my hips in circles attempting to get lower on his pole. Finally, after some work, I'm seated fully in his lap. If I didn't know any better, I would say this man is in my fucking cervix.

Slowly again, I roll my hips forward and then back whimpering at how full and good he feels inside me. I finally find a rhythm that works for me. I open my eyes, not knowing when I closed them, and stare at him. His focus isn't on my face, but where our bodies connect.

Pulling the hoodie off and over my head, I drop it on the floor behind me. Gabriel's gaze rakes over me with a hunger that has me feeling hot. I place my hands on his shoulders and continue to ride his massive erection. My moans fill the apartment along with his grunts of pleasure.

He whispers my name as if he's worshipping at my altar. Too soon, his body stiffens, he tosses his head back, and a roar fills the room as he spills his seed inside me.

I won't lie as if I'm not a little disappointed. This was over entirely too soon for me. I stop moving when he lifts his head to look at me. His nostrils flare as he heaves deep breaths. However, he doesn't speak.

I go to climb off him. His grip on my side keeps me in place.

"You're done. It's okay."

He shakes his head. "I'm not done."

In an instant, he grows inside me stretching my walls once again. My eyes widen. Before I know anything, I'm lying with my back on the couch, Gabriel is between my legs. One hand is on the arm of the sofa over my head, and the other is at my hips. He draws back and then slides into me as deep as he can go.

I cry out his name at the beautiful ache. My toes curl up so tight they make a popping noise.

"Gabe." Fuck me, he's deep.

He stops moving immediately. "Am I doing this right?" he asks, his brow pinched in concern.

It takes a moment for his words to register. My gaze bounces all over his face.

"Wait, is this your first time?"

He nods. I drop my jaw. There is no way this fine ass man has not had sex before.

"My brothers," he goes on to say. "They shared stories and showed me magazines."

I don't speak because my head is still trying to wrap around this being his first time. I don't think I'm worthy enough to be taking anyone's virginity.

"You will tell me if I hurt you, right?"

The concern in his voice isn't missed on me. Cupping his face, I lift up and he meets me halfway with a soul snatching kiss.

"It feels wonderful. Don't stop," I moan into his mouth. "No matter what, just don't stop."

He obliges moving his hips in and out of me. My eyes roll back in my head as he stretches me to fit him. I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me, my legs lift higher around his waist. He fucks me so good I forget about tonight and everything that happened. In this moment, it is only me and Gabriel.

He speeds up his strokes. The noise of my wetness echoes around the room. He hikes my leg further up his arm and angles my pelvis up from the couch. He pushes into me at a new angle, and I scream.

"Fuck. Shit," I cry out random swear words. He slows down, his brows pinched. "Don't stop, Gabriel. Don't you dare fucking stop."

He smirks before pulling all the way out of me and then slamming back in. I whimper his name and claw at his back as he continues that movement going faster and deeper with each stroke. I reach down between us with my free hand and stroke my clit. He watches my movement.

The first sign of an orgasm pummels me causing my body to shake like I'm going through an exorcism. Shutting my eyes, I let loose and scream as euphoria takes me on a high that rivals any drug I've ever tried.

He plants soft kisses over my face as he continues to rock through my orgasm. Tears leak from my eyes, and he licks them away.

"You're mine, Summer. All mine," he whispers in my ear.

For the first time ever, I truly felt I was where I belonged. In his arms, with him nestled between my legs, is the first place I've ever been that quiets the storm in my head. I've finally found my peace.