ESTELLE
Going with him wasn’t a part of the plan. In fact, I wanted to run away from him, but here I was, throwing away any doubt out the window, or out rather out of his window, kissing him all the way back to his room.
Never had I ripped off my coat so fast, kicked my shoes off, and tossed carelessly off my clothes on the floor while Linden did the same on his last sock.
We barely caught our breath. We were back on each other as I hopped back into his arms. He caught me quickly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as we kissed like we hadn’t seen in years. I admired his reflex, though.
Linden sat me down carefully on his well-made bed. His lips moved slowly down my jaw to my neck, nibbling, sucking, licking the spot. My hands went to his head, fisting handfuls of his hair. Then he went to my breast as if he couldn’t get enough of it, his free hand on the other, cupping, kneading, rolling my nipple between his fingers, making me squirm under him.
“Gabriel, I want you now,” I said when the pain and pressure intensified.
“Impatient, are we?” He lifted his head, smirking, his hair was messy, and he still looked hot, and he was hard and heavy between my thighs.
“Don’t kill the mood, Gabriel.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He came to me, lifting my leg as he positioned his length in my entrance. “I will take you slowly until you can’t take it anymore.”
“Promises promises.” My breathing caught up. My skin already tingled, and my clit throbbed in anticipation.
“You’ll see.” Slipping his hands behind my head, he took his time kissing me, gliding his tongue into my mouth and his cock simultaneously into my entrance as if he was committing himself to do me all night.
I moaned at how deliberately slow he moved, but I felt every inch of him inside me, every lick and swirl of his tongue in my mouth. I countered him in a desperate move, but he never gave me what I wanted. Despite that, I was soaked, dripping wet.
I loved and hated what he did. I loved it because it felt so incredibly good, but I hated that it made me ache further. As my need grew and grew, he still denied me, and he certainly knew how to drive me crazy.
I gripped his hair to look at me. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“I want you to remember me. I want you to feel what it’s like to be with me that you could never have with another man.”
Pissed off, I groaned. “You’re making a record, huh?”
Genuinely, he smiled as he shook his head. “I already did. You said to stay away, but we’re still here, me locked with you, having the best sex of our lives. You know how incredibly good I am with you.”
“Shut up.” I snorted, but he was never offended by my retort. “You’re okay. You just have a big dick.” That cracked him up.
“Oh, yeah?” He got up above me and dragged himself down. The last thing I knew was his tongue dragging down my belly.
“Gabriel, don’t!”
“You just want my dick. Now you can’t have it.” He was torturing me. That kind of torture gave me more orgasms. I wanted to protest, but who would if he could bring me to the stars and beyond, even just for tonight?
“God!” I jolted as he gave me a long lick up my center. Sobs of pleasure erupted from my throat. Then he flicked his tongue against my clit that had me writhing in seconds.
“Your taste is exquisite, baby,” he said before licking me clean, then attacking me again with his tongue. This time, he added sucks and groans that had me unraveling.
I was still catching my breath, my chest rising and falling. He already slammed into me, so powerful and unstoppable. My voice broke. My throat hurt.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded, couldn’t find the right word that I was beyond okay.
“Baby, did I hurt you?”
“Only my ego.”
He smiled and pressed his lips against mine.
“I thought I couldn’t have your cock.”
“It’s yours. I’m yours, Estelle.”
“Good. Now, fuck me.”
His reply was a hard thrust into me, quick and fast. One moment I was lying on my back, and the next thing I knew, my head was pressed against the pillow, my bottom held up, his palm striking my ass cheek. The sound echoed in his room. It was morbid and erotic. It stung
“You look so incredibly hot, face ass pink, flushed, hostage to your desire, drowned to your need.” He didn’t waste any more time. He fucked me from behind, and all I could do was shamelessly moan— it just felt so incomparably good. My heart hammered so hard. My vision blurred.
It didn’t take long— I was fisting the sheets as I was about to have another mind-blowing orgasm. When he pressed his thumb against my forbidden hole, I came undone, screaming his name.
***
I woke up with sore muscles. I lifted his arm carefully off my tummy to avoid waking him. It was still dark outside. The clock on the bedside showed four in the morning.
I got up from his bed and went to his bathroom. I peed and washed my face, and used his mouthwash. When I came back, he stirred, and I noticed he had morning wood.
I crawled back to bed and took off the blanket from him.
“Estelle?”
“Shush.” I reached for his cock. He shivered under my touch, giving me a groan in approval. I did steady strokes before I darted my tongue and tested a brief lick.
“Baby, you don’t have to— ” He groaned again as I brought his erection into my mouth. “Fuck.”
I shoved it all in. He was thick and long. My jaw ached, my mouth stretched, and I could barely swirl my tongue around his girth, making my eyes water, but I was determined to give him an orgasm.
“Fuck. Your mouth is so soft. It feels— ” He growled as I bobbed my head up and down and did a good suck. I moaned at his cock stuffed in my mouth, sending good vibrations, throwing out another curse.
“Jesus, baby. So fucking good.” A deep rumbling sound erupted from his chest, letting out a dreamy murmur. His hand went to my hair, stroking me as he began rocking his hips into my mouth, making sure I wouldn’t gag. “That’s it, baby. Just like that. Don’t stop.”
I moaned. I was also turned on, wet.
“Baby, give me your ass. Sit on my mouth. I want you too,” he rushed his words out.
I shook my head, sucking him hard, stroking him, and I felt him swell in my mouth. He was closed.
I was doing it right, and it encouraged me, making me bold and happy until his groan became feral, turning into a growl as if he was in pain. He was fast to quickly push my head away and jetted off on my chest. “Fuck!”
I couldn’t help but giggle. I just undid him.
“Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“It was fun.” I got up from bed to snatch some tissue from his bedside.
“Let me clean you up.”
“Stay. I’ll be right back.” I went to the bathroom again to clean up. This time my emotions turned 180. I didn’t want to end this, but I had no choice.
I had to.
I came back to him.
“The best fucking blowjob ever.” He had the boldest widest smile on his face.
I laughed as I joined and kissed him. “Let’s go back to sleep.”
“As long as I wake up with you in my arms.”