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Chapter Twenty

Storm

There is a soft knock on my door, startling me. I wasn’t sleeping, just lying in bed staring at the ceiling. It can only be one person on the other side, unless there’s a polite burglar in the neighborhood.

“Come in,” I say, just loud enough for him to hear.

It isn’t completely dark in here, the lamp on the bedside table gives off enough light to see by.

Gabe walks into my room, the tent in his pants the first thing I notice. Christ, this man is going to be the death of me.

I don’t know what it was about earlier, but it was easily the hottest thing I’ve ever done. I enjoy being watched, but something about watching him and coaching him through his first real masturbation session? That is going down in history as the top hottest moment of my life. I’ve jerked off twice in the short amount of time from then till now, and I already feel my dick stirring again. This is dangerous.

He slips inside my room, closing the door behind him and putting his back against it as if he’s trying to keep other people out. But there’s no one here but us. I swallow hard, pushing myself up to sit.

“You okay?” I ask.

He shakes his head, damp dark curls bouncing. His glasses aren’t on, which is common enough. Sometimes, at night, he doesn’t wear them. I couldn’t begin to guess why he’s here or what’s wrong, so I ask.

“What’s wrong?”

“I need help…” he says, sounding unsure. I’m about to open my mouth and ask with what, because he’s starting to scare me. Did he lie about being okay before? Does he feel like I forced him? Does he hate it? If so, I’m thankful as fuck we didn’t record it, so there isn’t any evidence. I knew doing something together before recording it was a good idea. The last thing I want is to make money off of his actual shame. “With this,” he finally adds as he grips his erection.

My heart pounds so hard I feel it in my throat. My dick aches, hard as a damn rock. And if he were anyone else, if he had just a touch more experience, I’d throw him on my bed and fuck him into the mattress. Show him exactly how I can help him with that.

“You want me to help you with that?” I ask, sliding to the end of the bed and sitting on the edge.

He nods like a sad, lost puppy would.

I crook my finger at him, and he pushes off the wall, coming to stop in front of me.

“You can’t handle this yourself?” I ask, more for the fun of it than needing to know. I’m sure he could. He’s a smart guy. Not incapable. Besides, animals can figure out how to jerk off. I’m sure he can. But this isn’t about that. He’s here because he wants help from me. He needs me to do it, or at least help him through it. Okay, so this may be the hottest thing to ever happen to me.

“No,” he answers softly.

“Well, what do you want me to do?” I darken my tone just a little, wondering if he’s willing to play along or if he’s going to get frustrated. I’m testing out the waters here, wondering what I can get away with.

“Make it go away.”

I raise a brow at him as he stares down at me, pure desperation on his face. There’s a dark spot on his grey pajama pants, right where the tip of his dick rests. He’s leaking pre-cum, and I bet no matter what I do, he won’t last much longer than he did earlier.

I tentatively lift my hand up, sliding it under his shirt and dipping my fingers into the waistband of his pants. Looking up at him, I wait for his permission. With his bottom lip between his teeth, he nods. But I don’t pull them down like he thinks I’m going to. I slide my fingers back and forth, teasing him until he can’t stay still. His skin is warm, soft moans leaving his lips.

“You really are a virgin, aren’t you? No sex, ever?” He shakes his head, jaw tight. “Kissing?”

“A little.”

“Girls only?”

“Yes.”

I hum a sound of acknowledgment, still sliding my fingers back and forth. “Is it weird that I’m a guy? Does that scare you?”

“All I care about is that I like it.”

“Good answer.”

I hook my other hand into his pants and tug them down, and his dick bounces free. Thick and needy.

“So no one has ever put their mouth on your dick before?”

He shakes his head, eyes squeezed shut. His hands are balled by his sides, stomach muscles tense as he waits.

“Their hands?”

Another shake.

“And you’ve never touched another dick or pussy?”

“No,” he grits out, cheeks turning pink. Is it horniness or embarrassment? I’m fine with either—or both.

“I am going to make you feel so fucking good, Gabriel.”

He groans when I cup his balls, massaging them gently. Letting out a sigh of relief, he shifts on his feet to get better footing. There’s a thick bead of pre-cum gathered at the tip of his cock, ready to drip down, so I lean forward and swipe my tongue along his hole.

He hisses through his teeth, hand reaching out to grip my shoulder.

“That okay?”

“More than,” he grits out. “Do it again. Please.”

I lick the tip of his cock again, enjoying the sounds he makes when I do. It’s bobbing all over the place, jumping around, needing more than what I’m giving. I will give him more, but right now, I’m having fun.

“How does that feel so good?” he breathes out.

“That’s nothing,” I say. “Trust me, you’re in for a wild ride.”

I get to my feet, and his jaw drops open.

“What are you—why—”

I want to laugh at his panic. He thinks I’m stopping? Thinks I’m going to leave him hanging? He’s nuts. There’s no way I’m giving this up. He is one in a million, and I’d be dumb to not take everything he’s willing to give. Money or no money, this is happening.

“Get on the bed.”

He glances at the bed, then back at me. He doesn’t move.

“What’s the problem?”

“That mattress is—”

“Are you fucking kidding?” I ask, huffing out a breath.

He snaps his mouth shut, and I step to him, getting right in his face.

“If you want me to suck your cock, Gabriel, you’ll get on the goddamn bed.”

I’ve never seen the guy move so fast. I take off his pants, throwing them away before crawling between his legs.

“There are so many things I would love to do to you,” I say as I look down at him. “Get your shirt off.”

“My shirt?”

“Things will go a lot easier when we’re doing this if you do what I say without questioning it.”

He nods and hurriedly gets his shirt off.

Interesting. All he needs is a firm tone and then he’ll listen? Wonder if that’ll work outside the bedroom, too.

“After I make you come, you’re going to bed. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“You’re going to go right to sleep.”

“Yes.”

“We will discuss this in the morning, because I have a lot of questions and I’m pretty sure that the contract we signed will need to be rewritten.”

“O-okay.”

I run my hands up the outsides of his thighs, then along his stomach, causing his back to bow from the bed. He’s soft in all the right places, firm in the right ones. He doesn’t have defined abs, but his stomach is flat and toned. Same with his thighs and arms, and every other part of him too.

I can tell by his leaking cock this won’t take long, and that’s fine with me. The quicker he comes, the more I can make him come—and that is an addicting thought.

Getting comfortable between his thighs, I lick a line from his balls to the tip, then wrap my lips around him and suck. His hips are off the bed, inadvertently shoving his dick down my throat. I gag and he groans. Using my weight and my forearm over his lower belly, I push him back to the bed, lifting off his dick just to get some breath and then I go back down, deep throating him and fighting the urge to gag. I’ve choked on a lot of cock in my day and still haven’t gotten over this stupid gag reflex.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” he chants, hands fisting the bedsheets. I swear I hear them tear. I hold him to the back of my throat, feeling his dick throb. When I pull up, I suck hard, then go back down, using my tongue to massage the underside of his dick.

He’s thrusting his hips, trying to move deeper or faster, but that’s not happening because I’m in charge here. Not him.

“Please, please,” he begs under his breath and I swear it sounds like he’s crying. Is he really this sensitive? This on edge? I’ve hardly teased him at all, but I guess with so much pent up, he’d be more sensitive. I feel bad pushing him so much for his second time, so I move a little faster, still holding him to the bed so I can take control. It’s a few bobs of my head before he’s grunting, his hand in my hair as he spills down my throat. The sounds he makes are fucking magical. I’m going to dream about them for nights to come, I swear to fucking god. I suck every last drop from his cock until I’ve wrung him dry, and he’s jerking to get away from me.

I sit up, wiping my mouth and looking down at him. He looks drunk, and I can’t help but laugh. I drop onto the bed beside him.

“Get out and go to bed, Gabriel.”

He doesn’t hesitate to get up and leave, stopping for a second to gather his clothes.

“See you in the morning!” I call before he closes the door.

Morning comes sooner than I’d have liked, and though I planned to sleep until late afternoon, I can’t this morning because the moment the sun is up, there is a knock at my door.

I’ve created a monster.