Chapter 34

Use me, Gabi

As soon as I shut the door closed behind me, I reach for Chris, sliding my hands around his neck to slam my lips into his. Chris lets out a low groan as soon as our lips touch and his hands fly to my face, tilting my head back while the other grips my hair as the kiss deepens between us.

I tug at his bottom lip with my teeth, softly nipping him, earning a soft noise that escapes from his throat. Chris groans as our lips collide once again, in a hungry, passionate kiss that has my body growing hot with each passing second. His hands grip my waist, pulling me closer as our tongues brush together, each touch so intense and urgent and so overwhelming I can't breathe.

"God, I hated her hands on you." I tug at his black t-shirt, wanting it off. He helps me out, lifting his arms until it's off his body, and I throw it across the room.

Chris moans into my mouth when I run my fingers through his hair, tugging the strands. "Me too."

I quickly work the buttons on his jeans, eagerly tugging them down. Chris kicks them off until he's left in nothing but his black Calvin Klein boxers. His hands wrap around my waist, pulling me close as he captures my lips in another passionate kiss.

"I don't like the thought of anyone else touching you," I admit, breathing heavily between kisses.

Chris lets out a grunt, his hands cupping my face as the kiss deepens. "Me either," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "Only you're allowed to touch me." I moan into his mouth, loving the sound of that. He pulls back slightly, smirking down at me, and runs his tongue over his bottom lip. "But I'm kinda loving the attention you're giving me right now."

I arch a brow and give his chest a light shove, making him fall back on the couch, grinning up at me. I straddle his left leg, leaning down to press my lips against his jaw. "You like making me jealous, baby?" I ask, my breath hot against his skin.

A rough groan escapes his throat as he thrusts his hips up, his hands gripping my waist tightly, grinding his cock against my leg. "You have nothing to be jealous about, but fuck . I really like seeing you like this. You look so hot right now."

I know there's no reason for me to be jealous. Chris didn't want Tiffany. I could see it from a mile away. I know he only wants me. But the thought of her fingers trailing up his arm, leaning into him, thinking she could take him from me, still makes my blood boil.

He's mine.

He always has been.

A soft moan leaves my lips as I move my hips, grinding against his leg, my body burning with need for him. My hands slide across the nape of his neck, fingers threading through his hair as I cup his face, making him look at me. "Do you trust me?" I ask, my breath mingling with his.

His eyes sober, and he nods. "With my life."

A smile spreads across my face as I dip down to brush our lips together. "I want to try something," I murmur, tugging at his bottom lip with my teeth.

The noises he makes drive me insane. My head feels dizzy when he parts his lips and a pained whimper escapes his throat. "You can do whatever you want to me," he says, desperation dripping in his tone. "Use me, Gabi."

Fuck.

A shiver runs up my body at his words, and I climb off his lap, staring down at him. My body heats at the sight of him sitting on the couch, looking up at me, waiting for me, wanting me.

I turn around, and make my way into my room, scanning around until my eyes land on what I'm looking for. With a grin, I grab it, and run my hands over it, before I head back into the living room.

As soon as I enter, I find Chris waiting for me in the same position he was before, his eyes immediately drawn to what I have in my hand, and his eyes widen.

"Fuck," he grunts, and my eyes fall to his hands, seeing him rub his cock over his boxers.

I lick my lips. "Take it off."

His fingers curl around the hem, and he tugs his boxers off, throws them away, his cock bobbing free, long and hard, and glistening at the tip.

Chris drops his hands to his lap, his fingers an inch away from curling around his cock, but I reach out and cover his hand with mine, arching a brow at him. "Don't touch yourself."

A deep groan escapes his throat and he reluctantly lets his hands fall away. My lips curl into a smile as I push the button, the roaring sound of the vibrator filling the silence between us.

A strained exhale escapes him. "If I have to watch you play with your pussy and can't touch myself I'll die," he says, his chest heaving with each breath.

I grin wider as I close the distance between us, chuckling. And people say I'm the dramatic one. "Don't worry, you won't have to watch me use it."

His eyebrows knit together in confusion. "What do you—Ohhhh fuck." He groans when I place the vibrator against his cock, letting the ripples of pleasure run through him. Another moan leaves his lips as I run the vibrator along his cock. "God, Gabi."

"Mmmm." I smile, loving how needy he looks right now. "That's it, baby. Let me hear you."

"Fuck," he moans again, tipping his head back when I circle it around the tip of his cock. His hips buck up, chasing the friction, and the pleasure. "Let me touch you," he says, sounding so deliciously desperate as he moves his hips faster. "Please."

"Uh uh," I murmur, shaking my head slowly. A teasing smile plays on my lips as I pull the toy away. "Hands on your knees."

An aggravated groan leaves him, but he does as I say, placing both hands flat on his knees, just like I instructed him to. Heat fills my core, and I can feel my pussy dripping at the sight of Chris naked, and desperate to come. Soft, beautiful noises escaping his lips.

I straighten up, slowly sliding off my jeans and underwear, letting them pool around my ankles before stepping out of them. Chris's eyes zone in on my pussy, his eyes growing darker as he watches my every move. I love his eyes on me. I love how he looks at me like he wants to devour me. Like he needs me to survive.

I tug my tank top off over my head, standing completely naked in front of him.

His eyes slide up my body until he locks in on my tits, and he lets out a deep groan. "Fuck. This is torture."

My lips curl into a smile and I shake my head. "You don't even know the half of it," I tease.

He breathes hard, looking confused. "What do you mean?"

I climb on top of him, positioning myself on his lap, my legs on either side of his. His cock is so close to my pussy, I can almost feel him. Chris's breaths quicken, his hands moving to make room for me on the couch, but he doesn't touch me. Placing them beside his legs, he looks up at me, waiting for my next move.

I turn on the vibrator, and his eyes widen, his lips parting on a shaky breath. They follow the vibrator as I bring it down between us, and place it just right so it hits my clit, and rubs against his cock.

"Oh fuck," he groans, sliding his cock against the vibrator.

"Yes," I moan, grinding against the toy, feeling the heat of his cock brush against me.

Chris squeezes his eyes closed, his fists curled up on the couch. "Gabi… mmfuck." His whimpers make me wetter, and I grasp the back of his head, my fingers tangling in his hair.

"Look at me," I tell him, breathing hard as my clit vibrates and pleasure rolls through me.

His eyes snap open, and he looks at me as I grind on his lap, moving my hips so my clit makes contact with the vibrator.

"Oh fuck," he grunts, tipping his head back. "I'm gonna come."

"No you're not." My tongue darts out, tracing along his throat, feeling his Adam's apple ripple beneath it. "Be a good boy and wait for me."

He lets out a soft whimper, shaking his head. "I can't."

My fingers tangle in his hair as I give him a slight tug. "Yes you can. I want you to come inside me." He moans at my words, moving his hips even faster. "Don't come yet."

Chris shakes his head, soft groans escaping his throat with every breath he takes. "Then you need to get on my cock right now, or else I'm blowing my load."

I move against the toy, feeling the pleasure build inside me. "If you come when I told you not to, I won't make it nice," I warn him.

A moan rips from his throat, and he starts to lift his hands, almost reaching for my hips. His fingers curl into fists, and then he lowers them back to the couch. "Gabi," he pleads, his voice desperate and needy. "I can't. Fuck. Please let me come."

"Not yet." I move the vibrator to rub against him harder than before, a shiver running through my body when his moans get louder. "Hold on."

He moves his hips faster, and I can tell he's right there. "Gabi," he pants, his moans coming out harsher, louder. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

His hips jerk uncontrollably, and before he can stop me, I quickly pull the vibrator away, watching as his cock explodes, cum spurting all over his stomach, and my legs. He groans as he keeps coming, thrusting his hips up to try and get some friction.

"Fuck," he cries out, unsatisfied, his hips still moving as cum ripples out of him

I trace a finger along the cum dripping on his stomach and bring it to my lips, sucking lightly on it. "A ruined orgasm," I tut, shaking my head. "How sad."

His breathing steadies when his orgasm settles, and he narrows his beautiful eyes at me. "You're evil."

"I told you to wait," I say with a playful smile. "I warned you it wouldn't be nice if you disobeyed me."

He sighs heavily, running a hand down his face. "I couldn't. You were naked in my lap, grinding on the vibrator and… Ughh." I glance down, seeing his cock start to harden between us.

My lips pull into a smirk as I slide my fist over his hard cock. A soft whimper leaves his lips as I move my fist over him. "You're hard already," I muse, stroking him so slowly he groans. "You still want to fuck me?"

"Yes. Fuck yes," he says with a nod.

I let out a sigh, moving my hand away from his dick. "I don't know if I should let you," I say. "You're a bad listener."

Chris shakes his head, letting out a heavy breath. " Please. I'll be good."

I arch a brow, smirking down at him. "Promise?"

"I promise," he says, licking his lips. His hands find their way to my waist, and despite my earlier instructions, I can't resist the feeling of his touch. His soft hands glide over my back and settle on my hips, gripping them. "I'll be so fucking good," he says. "Please, Gabi. Please get that soaking tight pussy over here, and sit on my cock."

"Fuck. I love when you talk dirty," I tell him.

His lips curl into a smile and he breathes out a laugh. "I have about a million dirty thoughts in my head right now."

"Like what?" I ask, intrigued, scooting closer until the tip of his cock brushes against my clit.

A heavy breath leaves him. "Like, I want you to lick my cum and kiss me so I can taste it."

A shiver runs through me, and I almost buck into him, desperate to get him inside me. But I smile and lean down, running my tongue lightly over his stomach, cleaning up all the cum he spilled. Chris lets out a grunt when I lean down further, taking the tip of his dick into my mouth.

His chest rises as he breathes hard, and I lift my head, and brush our lips together. He moans when our tongues tangle together, tasting himself, and his hands reach up, cupping my breast.

His thumb runs over my nipples, tugging on the metal bar, and he groans, ripping his mouth away from mine. "Fuck," he says, his eyes darkening at the sight of my tits in his hands. "And these," he says, swiping his thumb over my hard nipple. "God, I want to bite them, tug them between my teeth until you come with nothing but my mouth on your tits."

Jesus. My pussy clenches, and I look down at him with furrowed brows, wanting him to do just that and any other thought roaming through his head. "I thought you were shy."

He chuckles, shaking his head. "Not with you," he says, meeting my eyes. His other hand cradles the back of my head as he pulls me closer, meeting my lips in a soft kiss. "Please come here," he murmurs, looking down where we're just inches apart. "I need to feel you." His hand falls from my breast, and he fists his cock, giving it a slow, hard stroke.

"Hands off," I say firmly. His brow furrows briefly, but withdraws his hand obediently. "That's mine," I affirm, replacing his hand with mine.

Chris nods, his lips parting on a gasp. "It's yours."

"Only I get to touch it," I say, stroking him as he gets harder and harder in my fist.

"Only you get to touch it."

I smile, loving how he gives himself to me so willingly. I lean down and press my lips against his. "You'll be good?"

"Yes," he says with a nod as he brushes his lips against mine. "Just… fuck." He pumps his hips up, fucking my fist. " Please , Gabi."

I moan into his mouth, wrapping my fist tighter around his cock. "You're so pretty when you beg."

I withdraw my hand from him and lean back slightly. Chris breathes heavily, his eyes fixed on me. My fingers glide down my stomach, trailing lower until they dip down. Chris sucks in a breath when I rub slow circles on my swollen, sensitive clit. A moan tipples out of me as I start to move my hips.

"Gabi," Chris pleads, his eyes hazing over.

I scoot closer, lift on my knees, and grab his cock, stroking him a few times before placing it at my entrance. Chris's hands fly to my hips when his tip enters me, and he groans as I sink down, slowly until I'm full.

"Fuck," he grunts once I'm seated down all the way. "You feel so good." He pumps his hips up, fucking into me. "You feel better than anything I could ever imagine."

I lift off him, slamming back down, his cock filling me up with every thrust. "And all those fantasies you had of me?" I ask him.

Chris shakes his head. "They didn't live up to this," he says. "Not even fucking close."

I smile, slamming back down on him. "Good."

One hand grips my hip, helping me to lift off his cock, while he slides his other hand to my front. He brushes his thumb over my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure, and I moan at the feeling.

I grind against his hand, lifting off his cock. "Chris," I gasp, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I love hearing you," he murmurs, his voice coming out as choppy breaths. "I love every noise you make."

"You make me feel so good," I say, unable to think about anything but the pleasure rolling through me.

Chris pumps into me, his thumb moving faster, and harder, making the pleasure build inside me. He leans down, swirling his tongue around my nipple, before he wraps his mouth around it, and lightly tugs at the bars with his teeth.

"Oh fuck. I'm gonna come."

He pulls off my nipples with a pop and groans. "Fuck yes. Fuck yourself on my cock, Gabi."

"Chris," I moan, feeling his thumb speed up on my clit. "Don't stop. Don't… fuck." My orgasm crashes through me, spilling onto his cock as my lips part on a moan.

My body grows hot with pleasure as Chris keeps tunneling his cock into me, lifting my hips so he can pump inside.

"God, Gabi," he grunts, clutching my ass in both of his hands. "Your pussy squeezing my cock is the best fucking feeling in the world."

My lips part on a silent gasp, unable to speak as Chris fucks me from below. I don't speak when his hands spread my ass open. And I don't say a word when his fingers dip between, and the pad of his thumb slowly grazes my tight hole.

He breathes heavily, and our eyes lock together. "Has anyone been here?" he asks, pressing his thumb deeper the slightest bit.

Nerve endings I didn't know I had light up, and a moan rips from my throat when I shake my head. Chris's breaths come out harder, his eyes hazing over.

"You want to be my first?" I ask him, pressing my ass against his finger until it slips deeper inside me.

Chris's eyes flutter closed and he keeps moving his cock inside me, slowly, leisurely. "I want to be your everything."

My stomach flutters. "You already are," I tell him. "You always have been."

His throat bobs as he swallows, and his thumb presses deeper into me. "You want to?"

I nod, moaning as I sink onto his thumb. "I want everything with you."

Chris groans. "Fuck, Gabi. You're so fucking tight here."

I smirk, leaning down to flick my tongue over his lips. "Then stretch me out."

"Pass me the lube," he says, slowly pumping his cock into me.

I quickly lift off his cock, smiling as he groans when it slaps his stomach, and turn around, grabbing the bottle of lube before I hand it to him, climbing back on his lap.

Chris breathes heavily, the only sound between us the soft click of the cap. He looks down at it briefly, then lifts his gaze to meet mine again. "Are you sure about this?"

I reply by kissing him, moving my hips over him, showing him how much I want this. When I pull back, his eyes are hesitant, but filled with lust as he pumps out some lube onto his fingers, spreading it around.

He grabs my hips with one hand, while the other makes its way to my ass again, this time, using his finger to breach me until he slips in.

"Oh fuck," I groan, clutching onto him when he slides deep inside me.

"You want me to stop?" he asks, breathing hard.

I moan, shaking my head. "Fuck no," I tell him, slowly sinking down on his finger. "I want more."

"Yeah?" His middle finger joins the other, pumping into me, slowly stretching me out.

"Fuck," I groan, moving my ass back and down over his fingers. "God, that feels so good."

He groans. "I want inside of you so bad."

"Do it."

"Already?" he asks, furrowing his brows. "I need to stretch you out some more."

I let out a whine, unable to take this feeling any longer. I want to come so bad, and I want to do it when his cock is inside me. "Please, Chris," I plead. "I need you. It feels too good."

A heavy breath leaves his lips and he presses his lips against my forehead. "Baby," he murmurs. "My cock is thicker than this. It'll hurt."

"I don't care," I moan, needing him so bad. My vision has gone blurry, and I feel nothing but the immense pressure of his fingers inside me. "Please," I whimper, moving my hips to take him deeper. "Please, Chris."

"Fuck." He slowly removes his fingers, and I let out a cross between a gasp and a moan at the feel, but then I feel his cock tapping against my tight hole, and my body shivers. "I don't want to hurt you," he says, his chest rising with every breath.

I shake my head slightly and wrap my arms around his neck. "You won't," I assure him, knowing he's incapable of hurting anyone. Leaning down, I kiss him. "Just go slow."

He nods, and presses his cock at my entrance, pushing into me. My ass tightens, and he lets out a breath. "You need to relax, baby," he murmurs, rubbing his cock against my hole. "This won't work if you tighten up on me."

I let out a breath, and try to relax, opening up for him until the tip of his cock can push inside me. "God," I breathe out, my eyes squeezing closed.

"Fuck, Gabi," Chris grunts. "You're so tight." He pushes his cock into me, slowly, groaning as he fills me up. "Oh fuck. You're strangling my cock. Jesus. This feels so amazing."

"Chris," I gasp, my body growing hot as his cock fills me. "You feel so deep."

He groans, slowly lifting my hips and dropping them again. A moan spills from him, and he shakes his head. "Fuck. My head's going to explode."

"No," I whimper. "Fuck me first."

Chris chuckles, and he leans in, tugging at my nipples, playing with the piercings with the tip of his tongue. "These drive me crazy," he says as he keeps fucking my ass. "They're so fucking hot."

I've never loved having nipple piercings more than I do whenever he looks at me. The way his eyes narrow and heat makes me lose my mind.

"I don't know if I can keep going much longer," he says, his brows dipping as he fucks me.

Soft moans leave his lips that make my pussy drip and I feel an orgasm cresting. It's nothing like it's ever been, though. It's strong, and different and… "Fuck."

My pussy clenches, and I throw my head back, moving on him faster as the orgasm rolls through me.

"Oh fuck," Chris grunts. "You're so fucking tight. I'm gonna… Fuuuck." Chris pumps into me, and my ass fills with his warm cum spilling into me. He keeps moving his hips until he's completely empty.

I rest my head on his chest, the sound of our heavy breaths the only noise between us as we come down from the high.

"Fuck," Chris says, out of breath. "That was…"

"We definitely need to do that again," I say, lifting my head to meet his eyes.

Chris laughs, running his hands up and down my naked back, and his cock twitches inside me. He smiles, his chocolate eyes softening when they meet mine. "I'll give you anything you want, pretty girl."