31. Bottom’s Up

31

Bottom’s Up

M y eyebrows flew up. “Woo hoo,” I cheered softly.

He dipped his head closer, grinning in my face before kissing the tip of my nose and pushing me inexorably downward, the sharp sting of his hand in my hair unrelenting.

My greedy hands went straight for the button on his jeans until he yanked my hair back, forcing me to look up.

His face serious and intent, he ordered, “Shae, tap my thighs if you need me to stop. Got it?”

I nodded as much as I could with the hold he had on my hair.

“Words, babe.”

“Yes,” I grunted, my voice guttural.

He braced his hand against the wall and tilted my head back down. “Take out my cock.”

“Holy shit,” I breathed.

He chuckled darkly. “If you make me laugh it’s only going to be rougher for you.”

“I’ll be a comedian,” I murmured, my fingers popping the button and carefully pulling the zipper down. I spread the placket open and pressed my face against his erection through his boxers.

He gave my hair a sharp yank. “I told you to take it out.”

My hips jerked forward, my body begging to be filled as I slid his jeans and boxers lower on his hips.

I swallowed hard, wanting more than anything to take him in my mouth.

“Open that sweet mouth for me, Shae-baby,” he breathed.

As soon as my lips parted, he pressed inside, a low, tortured groan ripping from his chest as he inexorably fed me every inch until he buried himself in my throat.

“So good, baby,” he rasped.

I relaxed my throat muscles, closed my eyes, let him sink in further, then swallowed.

With a guttural moan, he pulled out to the tip and pushed back in, slowly, methodically, relentlessly.

Over and over.

I strove to breathe when I could.

His hand tightened on my hair. “Can you take more, Shae?”

I nodded fervently, tilting my head back.

He groaned and thrust faster, his hips flexing, dripping into my mouth, the beginning of the end for him.

He pulled out and I sealed my mouth around him, sucking him back inside.

Hissing out a harsh breath, he gripped my ponytail and eased out of my mouth.

“No,” I protested.

He hauled me up under my arms, bringing me nose to nose with him. Face tight, he growled one word, “Upstairs.”

I ran up those stairs like the hounds of Hell snapped at my heels.

He was right behind me, his chest hitting my back as he caught me around the waist at the entrance to his bedroom. Flicking open my jeans, he hauled me up onto the bed and pushed me down onto my stomach on the mattress.

I was drowning in the best way. My senses alert, ready for anything, feeling everything.

Sinking into him.

Into us.

Into everything we were and are and would be.

Grabbing the hem of my jeans, he ripped them off then grasped my ankles and spread my legs wide. Climbing up between my thighs, he grasped my hip and plunged inside me.

A harsh grunt expelled from my lungs at the intrusion.

“Oh, God,” I cried out as his chest hit my back, his powerful body curling over me with every violent thrust.

“Don’t worry about praying Shae-baby,” he rasped. “The Lord Himself wouldn’t take this away from you right now.”

My hips bucked restlessly, wanting him deeper inside while also seeking friction for my poor, neglected clitoris.

Finally, frustration overwhelming me, I sobbed his name, “Gabe.”

He pulled out immediately and cupped the back of my head. His eyes met mine. “Talk to me,” he ordered.

“I need to come,” I begged.

Flipping me onto my back, he pressed his erection against my slit and settled over me, rolling his hips, dragging his erection through my wet.

“Ah, yes,” I breathed, my eyes closing, hips bucking.

His big hands cradled my head gently then he dropped his head and nipped my bottom lip.

My eyes flew open.

He quirked one eyebrow. “You didn’t think I was going to let you off that easy, did you?”

Sitting up on his knees, he helped me to mine then pulled me against his chest. His mouth hit my neck at the same time as his hand dropped to my hip. He pulled my pelvis flush with his and slid his cock between the apex of my thighs.

My head fell back, wordless sounds of pleasure spilling from my lips.

I wrapped my hands around his back, hanging on as he took me in ways I’d never been. “Gabe, I love you so much,” I whispered.

“Forever,” he whispered back, his lips ghosting over my face. “I love you forever.”

And then he began to thrust, dragging his cock back and forth over my clit.

My thighs slammed together, trapping him exactly where I needed him most. Our reflection in the dresser mirror behind him boiled my blood. His big, strong, muscular body, dark where I was light, inked where I was snowy white, his ass flexing as he drove his cock through the tiny space afforded between my thick thighs.

“Gabe,” I cried, my voice guttural. “The mirror, oh my god.” My head fell back. “I’m going to come.”

And then nothing.

It took me a moment to orient myself, my entire body crying out at his denial.

He lay down on his back, his hand tugging mine, voice near desperate. “Face the mirror and swing your leg over. You’re going to ride me reverse cowgirl. We’ll knock another item off that bucket list of yours.”

“Yee-haw,” I squeaked as I straddled him, reaching back between my thighs to grasp his cock in my fist.

His chuckle cut off abruptly as I lined him up with my entrance and slowly lowered myself over him.

His hips punched up. “Shae,” he groaned. “Watching you take me…fuck.”

I twisted to look over my shoulder, the loss of friction at my clit bringing me back to reality.

He lay with one arm bent under his head, the other hand squeezing my ass. Jaw tight, lips compressed firmly, gaze sharp and intense where we joined.

Rising, I watched as his mouth dropped open, his already intense gaze heating further.

I faced forward once more, closing my eyes, concentrating on the drag of his cock through my channel.

His body jerked beneath me, stomach muscles tightening as both of his hands latched onto me, his fingers digging into the lush flesh of my hips.

“Fuck, yes,” he rasped. “Look at those hips.”

Reveling in my femininity, I raised my arms over my head, elongating my back and piling my ponytail up onto the top of my head to give him an unobstructed view.

“Finger to your clit, baby,” he ordered. “Come on my cock. Do it now.”

I transferred my hair to one hand and dropped my other hand obediently to circle my clit.

Rising up and down, feeling him shake beneath me as he hung onto that last thread. My eyes fluttered open and I faced myself in the mirror.

Flushed.

Wanton.

I saw myself the way he did.

Beautiful.

I ran my eyes over my form, breasts pushed high, hair escaping around my face in a sexy mess, lips swollen, eyes half-closed, hips flaring wide, his fingers sinking into my curves.

My own hand hurtling me toward release.

My head dropped back as I began to move faster. Ready to take us both where he’d taken me countless of times.

“That’s it, Shae-baby,” he praised. “Let me see that ass bounce.”

He kneaded my ass, my flesh giving way beneath his fingers as his panting breaths grew harsher.

A lightning bolt of pleasure pierced me from inside, almost stealing my breath. “Gabe,” I gasped.

“Yes, baby. Yes, baby. Yes, baby, yes,” he praised roughly. “That’s my girl. That’s my good fucking girl.”

I circled my hips, lifted up then took him deep, mindlessly chasing my bliss until my thigh muscles began to fail me, landing my ass on his abs.

Beneath me, his stomach muscles clenched tightly. Hands sliding up to grasp my waist and lift me, he drove his hips up, slapping against my ass, driving his cock deeper into my pussy.

My hand flew down to cover his as my head fell back, ripples of ecstasy freezing my other hand in place.

His movements grew more violent as he slammed inside me, grunting roughly, his body tensing, hard hands holding me down, spilling inside me with my name on his lips, then curling up to press his lips against my back as my body slumped forward.

Boneless.

Caressing the line of my spine, he eased back down.

I breathed deeply, in and out, my body quivering with aftershocks.

He murmured roughly, “That was fucking everything, Shae.”

“Yeah,” I gulped. “That was pretty good.”

He chuckled and tapped my butt. “Lift up.”

I groaned as I lost him from inside me. Turning to curl up at his side, I laid my head on his chest, threw my thigh over both of his, and covered his galloping heart with my palm.

“Wow.” There was no other word for it.

He bent his arm behind his head and wrapped his other arm around me. “You’re welcome,” he gloated.

I tipped my chin back to look up at his handsome face.

He winked, waves of smug pride practically wafted off him as he lay back and closed his eyes.

I puffed out my chest and deepened my voice. “There’s something about being with you—"

Slanting me a sideways glance, he warned, “Shae.”

I stared back, contemplating if I should continue. I did. “—that makes me want to take you home and fuck—"

He lunged.

I screeched with laughter as his big body easily took me to my back.

Pinning my wrists above my head with one hand, he frowned down at me. Trailing one finger from my collarbones down between my breasts and back up, he muttered, “You have a choice to make. Apologize for making fun of your man or take the consequences.”

I tested his grip on my wrists to find no leeway. Twisting my lips to the side, I peered up at him.

His gorgeous face creased into that trademark grin that never ceased to pull me into mischief.

I took a breath, and continued, “—fuck you hard, remind you —”

Barking out a laugh, he dipped his big fingers into my armpit and tickled me.

I bucked and howled with pained laughter. “Gabe! Gabe, Stop!”

He halted immediately, wiggling his fingers a few inches above my armpit. “Apologize.”

“—who you belong to,” I squeaked.

He shook his head and released my wrists. “I see I’m going to have to take a different tact,” he mock-frowned.

I smiled victoriously, then melting back into the mattress, watched his dark head as he kissed his way back down my body to nuzzle me between my thighs.

He looked up at me and cocked an eyebrow.

I grinned. “This isn’t much of a punishment.”

He wagged his eyebrows, licked a wide swath over my pussy, one that made me arch off the bed, then stopped abruptly and sat back on his heels. Twisting to the dresser, he pulled open a drawer and withdrew a bottle of lube.

“Uh oh,” I breathed.

He flicked open the lid and grinned. “You ready?”

“Go slow,” I warned.

He nodded then slapped me on the ass. “Bottom’s up, baby.”