21. Oops

21

Oops

B ecause I was a beginner, Gabe suffered through the extended safety lesson with me. Then, suited up in rental gear, we chose our ATVs. At first, bumping over the uneven terrain, I braced my legs and arms in an attempt to cement my ass to the seat.

But as I accustomed myself to the feel of the machine, I loosened up. By the time we hit the trail, bookended between the guide in front of me and Gabe behind me, bumping along at speeds I never would have believed, I whooped and laughed.

Sheltered.

Protected.

Free .

The change in clothes came in handy but did little to make up for the mud and dust on my hands and face nor the sweat pasting my hair to my head.

How did he manage to look so delicious?

Back at my house, my legs jellied from the drain of adrenaline.

Together, we stumbled up the stairs and into the shower.

He laughed as I shrieked under the cold water, so desperate to get the dust out of my hair I didn’t wait until it warmed.

He flipped it to hot for a moment, then twisted it back when it began to come through the pipes before setting me back under it.

The view of Gabe standing in all his naked glory was enough to set me to boiling.

He picked up my loofah and pumped bodywash onto it, his eyes trailing up the length of my naked body.

But when he met my eyes, he tilted his head to the side and studied me. “Would you like a big property? Somewhere we could do that all the time?”

I smiled. “If you’d asked me yesterday, I would have said no. Today? It doesn’t seem like a bad idea.”

He beamed as he edged toward me. “You were pretty funny out there.”

I leaned back in surprise. “Funny, how?”

“Loud,” he emphasized with a grin. “The instructor couldn’t stop laughing.”

I dipped my chin and covered my face but couldn’t quell my smile. “I felt free.”

“What?” He dipped his knees and tipped my chin up. “What did you say?”

I wrapped my arms around his waist, slicking our bodies together, and tipped back my head. Looking up into his gorgeous face, I repeated, “I felt free. For the first time since I can remember, I felt free.” My eyebrows slanted together. “But somehow safe as well.”

His face softened as he ran the loofah down my back and gently pushed me back under the spray.

I inhaled deeply and moaned as the hot water sluiced over my head. Cracking one eye open, I promised, “I’ll give you a turn in a minute.”

He dragged the loofah over my front, his other hand following leisurely behind. Over my shoulders, across my collarbones, around and under each breast.

I hummed my appreciation, my arms hanging limply at my sides, my head dropped back.

Lowering to his knees, he washed my legs, then ran his palms up and down the outsides of my thick thighs.

The sight of this man caring for me on his knees humbled me. Did I deserve him? Could I?

“Turn,” he murmured.

His words snapped me out of my reverie. Turn? Present my large posterior in line with his face? I gulped, looking down at him. “Turn?”

He looked up, his face serious. “Turn.”

With trepidation, I did as he asked.

He continued his ministrations, his free hand trailing over my hips, around the swells of my ass and down my legs. Pausing, he wrapped his arms around me, crushing my ass to his chest and dropping a kiss to my hip before standing up to do my back.

My shoulders slumped and I rolled my neck and sighed. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” he retorted softly. “Shampoo?”

I handed it over, and he gently worked it through my long tresses. “This hair,” he murmured. “It’s the stuff of my dreams.” Sighing, he pushed me under the spray. “Rinse, Shae-baby.”

Once satisfied, he worked the conditioner through my hair end to end.

“Wrap your arms around me and lean back.”

Skin to skin, heart to heart.

He angled my head under the water and combed through my hair with his fingers until it ran clear of bubbles.

I laid my forehead on his chest for a moment and breathed him in, then murmured, “Your turn.”

I circled the loofah over his wide chest and down his arms, covering his ink in bubbles before revealing them once more by sluicing water over him.

“Turn,” I murmured, wanting to leave the best for last. I attended his broad back and round ass then settled on my knees to run it over his legs, reaching around to do the front of his thighs.

I looked up to find his dark head dropped between his shoulders and his hands braced on the tiles.

“Turn, Gabe,” I ordered softly.

He huffed out a laugh. “I, uh—”

“Turn,” I demanded softly.

He stepped back as he turned, his erection heavy between us.

I shuffled forward on my knees, leaned in, and slowly took him to the back of my throat.

“Fuck!” he breathed. One hand slapped loudly against the tile while his other hand fisted in my hair. “Shae-baby,” he panted. “You don’t have to do that.”

In answer, I pulled back, suctioned my mouth around his head, laved him with my tongue, and sucked him deep. Reaching up to tweak his nipple, I elicited a satisfyingly rough grunt.

“Shae,” he groaned, his hips involuntarily punching forward. “Sorry, baby,” he gasped, immediately loosening his hold on my hair.

I dug my fingers into his ass, encouraging him to move.

His hips jerked before he held himself rigid once more, his breathing heavy.

I released him and looked up. “You can move, baby. Take my mouth the way I know you want to.”

He nodded tightly, his face tight, eyes hooded.

I dipped to take his balls into my mouth, swirling my tongue around each, my chest swelling as a low, strangled sound came from his throat. Parting my lips around his needy cock, I tapped his ass sharply.

He began to move, slowly thrusting inside my mouth, cautiously feeding me inch by inch.

Allowing him to set the pace, I urged him onward with soft lips and an eager tongue. When I rasped over his length with the edge of my teeth, he hissed in a sharp breath and drove forward.

I hummed my approval around the head of his cock.

His hand tightened in my hair as his hips rolled, my name a low moan. “Shae,” he warned. “Shae-baby.”

He yanked on my hair to pull me off, but I dug my fingers into his ass and swallowed him down.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted.

His hand clamped down, cupping the back of my head as his body bowed, his cock jerking inside my mouth as I sucked every last drop out of him.

“Shae,” he breathed.

He trembled as I released him then reached down to pull me to my feet.

Jaw slack, his eyes latched onto my swollen mouth, he breathed, “My God, you’re beautiful.”

I closed my eyes and ran my hands through his hair, ignoring the slick ache pulsing between my thighs. “I want to wash your hair now.”

He lifted the shampoo and poured it into my palm.

I worked it through his hair, laughing when he dipped his knees so I could reach.

“Okay, rinse,” I ordered, pushing up onto my tiptoes to scrub the bubbles from his hair.

It was not a smooth process.

No matter how I tried to tip him back and keep my hands on him, suds ran down his face.

“I feel like I’m being waterboarded,” he joked.

I laughed, slightly mortified. “I can’t reach!” I protested.

He grinned down at me, one eye closed due to the suds. “Want me on my knees?”

I wagged my eyebrows. “I wouldn’t say no.”

Pulling back the curtain, he shoved me out. “I’ll finish up here, meet me in your bedroom. Don’t bother getting dressed.”

Five minutes later, water still beading on his chest, he pushed me back on my bed and crawled up between my thighs.

Wrapping one hand around each, he breathed deep, gave his head a little shake, and dove in.

My body arched off the bed as his tongue lashed along my slit, and my hands flew to cup the back of his dark head. “Yes!”

He hummed in answer, his thick tongue sweeping from core to clit, alternating between circling it gently and pulling it greedily into his mouth. When I could take no more, he tore his mouth away to delve inside my sensitive entrance.

Head digging back into the mattress, I spread my legs wider, helped by his hands, and rocked up into his mouth. My body began to quake, the muscles in my thighs quivering as I neared my release.

And then he pulled away.

“No,” I mewled. “I was so close.”

Rising to his knees, eyes blue fire, face slick, he dipped down and bit my bottom lip before pushing me further up the bed.

I gasped into his mouth, chasing his kiss as he pulled away.

Large hands running down my form, he rolled me onto my stomach. Slapping his palm down on my ass, he demanded, “On your knees, baby. Face the wall.”

Rising up behind me, he pressed his chest to my back and curled my fingers around the headboard before licking and nipping a path down my spine.

Behind me, he dropped to his back and shifted up until his dark head nestled between my thighs. He wrapped his arms around my thighs. “Fucking ride my face like you mean it, Shae.”

Too far gone to care how I looked, if I was too heavy, if he really wanted what he was asking for, I took him at his word, lowered my pussy onto his face, and rolled my hips.

“Yes, baby,” he hissed right before sinking his teeth into my thigh.

I ignited.

Gripping his hair in my hand, I ground down against his lips, his tongue, his mouth, and he gave me his all.

Fingers digging into the soft flesh of my thighs.

Tongue tunneling inside me, licking up my offering.

Lips worshipping.

My body began to shake in earnest.

His grip on my thighs tightened.

On the headboard, my fingers turned white as I hoped for bruises to remember.

I grunted in frustration. His beautiful mouth, somehow too much but not quite enough at the same time.

Releasing one leg, his hand curved around the back of my thigh before plunging into my core and curling.

I cried out as it whipped through me, my blood rushing like the ocean in my ears, unaware of time or space or anything save the heat of his mouth.

And then he was gone.

Grabbing my ankles, he yanked me down the bed and flipped me onto my back. Throwing my legs onto his shoulders, he wrapped his hands around my waist and drove inside. Head thrown back, gorgeous face tight with ecstasy, he spilled almost the moment he breached my entrance.

He released my thighs and fell forward, tucking his face into my neck.

I wrapped my legs around his hips and held him tight as I struggled to catch my breath.

Voice muffled, he muttered, “Oops.”