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Chapter Twenty-Eight

Storm

When the rain slows, we find our way back to the hotel. We get a few looks and laughs from the staff as we walk through the lobby, our shoes squeaking on the tiled floor.

“Get caught in the rain, did ya?” one of the hotel staff says with a smirk. He’s grinning knowingly.

“Nah, just went swimming with our clothes on,” I answer.

“Never heard that one before,” he answers, shaking his head.

I link my hand with Gabriel’s as we walk to the elevator. I don’t know what it is we’re doing—it’s just one of those things. This island is a beautiful place where you can’t help but be happy, can’t help but enjoy beautiful things, can’t help but want a bit of romance. I only drop his hand when we reach the room and I need to dig out my wallet to get the key card. It’s soaked, just like the rest of me.

The air conditioner is blasting when we get inside, and we’re already cold from the cool temperature throughout the hotel. I hurry into the bathroom and put the water on as hot as it will go. I peel off my shirt and realize Gabriel must be freezing, too. So I head back out to the room and pull him into the bathroom, shutting the door so he can’t escape.

“What are you doing?” he asks, watching me carefully.

“We are going to get in the shower because it’s warm.”

“Together?” he whispers as his eyes go wide.

Some would say the intimate moment we shared out in the rain is more to handle than standing under the shower head naked—especially since his dick has been in my mouth and he’s seen me jerk off. But this is Gabriel, and well, nothing with him is as expected. I’m starting to really enjoy that about him. He doesn’t argue, doesn’t tell me he doesn’t want to do it, so I help him take his clothes off.

His shirt falls to the floor with a plop after I pull it from his body. I’m rough with getting his pants undone, wanting him to know I’m not messing around. I kick off my shoes and he does the same. My pants come off next, briefs too. Then I work on yanking his down, standing as close to him as possible. The khakis are glued to his skin, and the task isn’t easy. It’s impossible to get them down without his boxer briefs, so they go too. Soon, we’re both standing naked, shivering. His lips are the slightest shade of blue, his nipples hard points.

I slowly walk backwards into the walk-in shower. There is no curtain or door that closes, just a single glass panel extending halfway to help keep the water and steam in. I stare at Gabriel as I step under the hot spray, my mouth falling open at how damn good it feels. The heat burns my skin as my temperature evens out. His eyes are on mine as he takes a careful step forward, his hard dick bouncing as he does.

Not for the first time today, do I wonder what the hell it is we’re doing. But I’m starting not to care anymore. Whatever it is, I’m here for it. I want it.

When he doesn’t move the rest of the way into the shower, I crook a finger at him and hold my breath, wondering if I’m going too far. Am I crossing a line by doing this? Honestly? I don’t care if I am. You miss out on a hundred percent of chances you don’t take.

Gabriel takes a step forward, then another, and relief floods me once he’s inside the shower. I reach toward him as he nears, grasping the back of his neck and pulling him to me the rest of the way and smashing my lips to his. He’s cold but I’m already getting warm from the hot water. I open my mouth, wanting to push the kiss deeper, and he allows me to, opening for me and stroking my tongue with his. The kiss is slow, tentative, like he isn’t sure… not about kissing me, but what to do. Or rather, how to do it. I laugh softly against his lips.

“How did I get so lucky?” I whisper, slowly backing him against the wall. He hisses when his back touches it and I drop to my knees, sucking his hard length into my mouth without hesitation.

“Jesus, Storm!” he shouts, hips thrusting forward so his dick goes right down my throat.

I gag and press him against the wall with my hands on his hips, and focus on making him come. I want his cum in my mouth. I want to taste him, want to make him feel good. He’s had a rough week and he deserves an orgasm—or five. As many as he’ll allow me to give him.

I love the way he loses himself when we’re together, the way he lets everything go when his dick is in my mouth or when it’s in his hand and I’m telling him what to do. I love how he goes from an anxious mess to calm the moment he gives up control to me.

Gabriel shifts his feet, widening them to get a better stance, his fingers grasping my soaked hair. He’s tugging on it, digging his finger into my scalp, and it takes me a moment to realize he’s trying to guide me. This, too, is tentative and unsure. It’s equal amounts sexy and sweet. That pretty much sums up Gabriel Dane—sweet and sexy.

“I’m going to come,” he pants just before he releases down my throat with a sharp cry. I drink every last drop of him, then get right back to my feet and kiss him. I’m a little disappointed to not be on my knees for him longer, but making him come so quickly is a compliment.

I expect him to push me away, to freak out over tasting his own cum on my tongue, but he kisses me back, more eager than earlier. His hands are on my neck, holding me firmly in place, and mine are on his hips. Gabe has never been so aggressive before, never been so into this. Maybe it’s the island, maybe it’s him being upset, or maybe it’s just him enjoying himself for once in his life. Giving in to something that feels good.

“I think I want to suck your dick now,” he says against my mouth.

I pull back, looking into his eyes and raising a brow. He nods slowly.

“Go for it,” I say.

Tiny droplets of water are stuck to his dark lashes. His eyes are like stormy grey clouds and granite. It’s fitting to his personality. Rigid but beautiful. I hate that they’re lost behind his glasses, but at the same time, those glasses are sexy as hell on him.

Gabriel gets to his knees, carefully taking my dick in his hand. Looking up at me he says, “What if I gag?”

“Won’t bother me. Just go slow.”

He nods, licking his lips before leaning forward. His lips touch the crown of my dick and I shiver. Wish I knew this was a kink of mine sooner, because goddamn, I love how innocent he is.

Parting his lips, he moves his head forward, taking my cock head into his mouth and wrapping his lips around it. I groan, putting my hand on his head but not pushing him or forcing him. He needs to go on his own time. No matter what he does right now, I’ll come. I’m so fucking close I may come if he stays just like this. But then he starts to suck on it like you would a lollipop or a popsicle.

“That feels so good,” I tell him, petting his head. His body relaxes, free hand going to my thigh. Normally, I’d tell him to do to me what feels good for him, like I’ve told other guys who’ve never sucked a dick, but Gabriel is still learning how to pleasure himself. Maybe seeing what I like will help him realize what he likes too. “You’re doing such a good job sucking my cock, baby.”

I swear I hear a small whimper, but maybe I’m hearing things. Maybe it’s wishful thinking.

My head falls back on my shoulders and I focus on how warm his mouth is, how soft his tongue is. His tongue moves around me as he explores every inch he can reach. It feels like he’s holding back, but that’s okay. What he’s doing is perfect. And if he isn’t stopping, then I can only assume he’s enjoying himself.

“Are you going to let me cum in your mouth?” I ask as I glance down at him.

His eyes are closed, and he seems so focused. He shrugs, fucking shrugs , and keeps doing what he’s doing.

“I’m close, so you should probably figure it out.”

There isn’t a response. He just keeps sucking me off. Making love to my dick. I don’t know how else to explain it. He’s enjoying it like he would his favorite dessert, slowly savoring it. Licking and sucking and stroking. It’s all slow, like he’s afraid if he goes too fast it’ll end. Or maybe he’s worried about gagging, I don’t know. He looks like he’s doing this more for him than me, and that only makes it that much hotter. I hate that it’s going to end soon.

“Have you figured it out yet, Gabriel? Because I’m going to come any second now,” I grit out.

His breathing grows louder, sharp pants through his nose. Eyes still closed, he removes his hand from the base of my dick and puts it on my other thigh, and instead of pulling away like I think he’s going to, he goes deeper, causing himself to gag around my cock. The way his throat contracts sends me over the edge, and I explode.

“Fuck!” I grip his hair, so badly wanting to shove him further on my dick but I refrain, not wanting him to panic and bite down. He tries to swallow, but ends up gagging again—and coughing. He pulls back, his hand going to my dick to jerk me off. Hey, at least he’s thoughtful and doesn’t want to ruin my orgasm. He’s trying to catch his breath as another rope of cum shoots out, landing right over his mouth. I cover his hand with mine and make him stroke me through the orgasm that has my knees shaking. He looks up at me, raising his hand to wipe his mouth, but I lean down and snatch his wrist to pull him up. I lick up the mess I made on his face, then go in to kiss him.

He groans into my mouth, hands gripping and tugging my hair. When I pull away, he looks disappointed. His lips are swollen, a little red, and his eyes are teary.

“Who knew cum could be so hot?” he whispers.

I can’t help but laugh.

“You’re telling me. Good thing we have plenty of it,” I say, guiding him under the water. “Let’s wash up before we’re late for lunch.”