I give him a dirty look and in a bored tone say, “Take your pants off and fuck my mouth.” Then, batting my lashes dramatically, I add, “Please.”
His stare heats, and he frantically undoes his pants before shoving them down.
I grin up at him, wrapping my hand around the base. “Thank you.”
He threads his fingers into my hair and grips the back of my head. “I will gladly let you suck my dick if it’ll shut you up.”
My tongue darts out, flicking the tip as I work my hand up and down his length, and a low growl rumbles in his chest. I do it again, barely touching it. As my tongue meets his hard cock the third time, he snaps, “Quit playing with me, Red! Open your fucking mouth and suck it.”
A mischievous grin spreads across my mouth before I open wide, sticking out my tongue.
When I wrap my lips around him, he pushes me down a little and his head falls back on the couch.
“Fuck, Lil.”
I suck and swirl my tongue while pumping my hand up and down.
I lied when I said I didn’t know who the best in bed was. It’s easily Gabe. Partially because he’s the perfect size—big enough to cause the most delicious stretch, but not so big he’ll bruise a fucking kidney like Shane—and partially because he knows exactly what I like.
He pushes me down so he’s at the back of my throat, and my eyes water for a second before he pulls me back. Then, he does it again and again until he’s swelling in my mouth.
He lets me go, and his cock slides out with a pop.
Keeping ahold of my hair, he leans forward to capture my mouth in a punishing kiss. His tongue brushes against mine, causing me to groan and melt into him.
Heat swirls in my core, wrapping around each of my vertebrae and causing goose bumps to erupt on my skin. He breaks the kiss and swoops me up to straddle him. With an arm around my middle, his lips skirt across my neck as he nips and licks down to my collarbone.
Then, he tugs down the front of my dress, freeing my tits before flicking my nipple with his tongue.
I grind against him, nothing between us but my pink lace panties. He brushes his thumb over the other nipple as his teeth clamp down, and I hiss. He soothes it with his tongue, then slides his hand between my legs, palming me over my panties. I roll my hips, desperate for the friction.
He hums. “You sure had a lot to say about my hard cock for someone with soaked panties.”
He pulls my mouth to his just before moving the lace and brushing the pad of his finger over my clit. I arch, almost whimpering. He circles it a couple more times before dipping that finger into me, curling it to hit just the right spot. He adds another, and I ride his hand like my life depends on it.
When I’m on the verge of combustion, he pulls his hand free, unzips my dress, and yanks it down. I stand, letting the fabric hit the floor before sliding my panties down my legs. He stands, wraps an arm around me, and I lock my legs around his waist as he carries us to his room, devouring my mouth the whole way.
His room is dark and smells like his woody, green-apple cologne. He tosses me onto his plaid sheets before kicking off his pants and briefs.
I lift onto my elbows and grin, licking my lips. A squeal leaves my throat as he grabs my ankle and forcefully tugs me to the end of the bed before burying his cock in me in one swift thrust. He doesn’t give me a chance to get used to it, just the way I like.
I bow off the bed, groaning, “Holy shit.”
His hand snakes up my stomach and between my tits, not stopping until he’s wrapping it around my throat. He squeezes just enough that my head swims, and I buck against him. My nerves are on fire, and my legs shake.
It doesn’t take long for me to be at the edge of breaking apart again.
But he pulls out.
Again.
“Okay, what the fuck! If you stop one more time?—”
He smirks, grabbing my arm to flip me so I’m bent over the end of his bed. “You’ll come when I’m ready for you to come.”
I glare at him over my shoulder, and he smacks my ass with a pop, causing me to yelp.
“You’re a son of a bitch.”