Leaning forward, he grabs my chin and turns my head to look at him. “Keep running your mouth, and I’ll drag this out all goddamn night. It’s been a long time since I was able to play with you, and I’d love nothing more than to take my time.”
Then, he thrusts into me hard, moving his hand from my chin to my hair and pulling my head back.
It’s so freaking good.
Sex with Tucker was good too, but we were still sort of figuring each other out. Gabe knows me. Probably too well with the way he’s able to fuck with me like this.
Pressure builds again, and I whimper, “Please.”
“Well, I’ll be damned, she does know how to be nice.” He chuckles.
“Fuck you,” I spit.
He pulls me back until I’m flush with his chest, and his breath skirts the shell of my ear as he says, “I’d rather fuck you, Red.”
Gripping my thigh, he lifts my leg to rest on the bed and reaches his hand around to circle my clit again.
My head falls back on his shoulder, and my legs threaten to give out under me.
“You’re close again already,” he says, his voice thick with amusement.
I nod.
He chuckles, his chest vibrating against me as he pulls his hand away.
I fall forward and let out a frustrated growl. “Motherfucker.”
He pulls my arms behind my back and holds my wrists with one hand before kicking my legs farther apart and sliding back into me.
His movements are tortuously slow this time.
“I’m going to fucking kill you.”
He slams into me harder. I’m so close from the goddamn roller coaster he’s had me on that it’ll only take a few thrusts in the right spot. He knows that and is just refusing to give me what I need because he’s an asswipe.
“And to think, I was gonna let you come. But you had to open that smart-ass mouth.”
I whine as he slides in and out, picking up his pace with each stroke. “Please, Gabe.”
Letting go of my hands, he grips my hips, and I brace myself on the bed as he fucks me hard, this time not stopping until I break apart with a moan. “Oh my God.”
“You do take me so well, Lily.”
I mumble something incoherent as I ride out the last of my orgasm, gripping the sheets. He picks up his pace, finishing next before collapsing on top of me, my hair sticking to both our sweat-slicked skin.
“Ugh, get off me, you fucking brute!”
He laughs, rolling until he’s lying beside me and panting to catch his breath. Turning his head to look at me, he brushes a piece of my hair off my face that’s still pressed into the mattress.
“You suck,” I pant.
He shakes his head, the corner of his mouth lifting. “You love it.”
Rolling my eyes, I lift up to climb farther into this bed.
He stands, moves across the room, and yanks open a drawer in his dresser. When he turns back, he tosses a T-shirt directly at my face.
“Thanks,” I say sarcastically, but put the shirt on anyway.