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Chapter Thirty-Three

Gabriel

When I wake in the morning, my head is pounding and my mouth feels like it’s filled with cotton balls. I think there’s sand in my eyes and my stomach is sour.

Yep, this is why I never wanted to get drunk.

“You know how to cure a hangover?”

I look to my side, squinting to keep the light from my eyes because it hurts. Storm is sitting up against the headboard, shirt off, defined chest gleaming in the sunlight pouring in through the windows. I rake my eyes down his chest to his stomach, the blankets stopping at his waist, then back up to his face.

“How?” I clear my throat when the word barely comes out and try again. “How?”

He grins, putting down his phone and throwing the blankets back so they aren’t covering me. The cool air causes goosebumps.

“Orgasms.”

I huff out a laugh. “My head is killing me.”

He settles between my legs, running his nose along my hard, aching dick.

“Sex is known to cure headaches.”

“Does this count as sex?” I ask with a raised brow.

Storm looks up at me, mulling it over. “Guess it depends who you ask.”

He tugs my pajama bottoms down enough to free my erection and kisses the tip of my dick. I can’t help the groan that leaves me. Every way he touches me feels so damn good.

“Are we actually going to have sex?” I ask.

“If you want to,” he says non-nonchalantly before kissing my dick again and causing it to throb. I’m always right on the edge of coming, and for the first time, I’m wondering if that’s an issue. I’ve heard things about guys coming prematurely and though I understood what it was, I didn’t really get it. But I think I get it now.

“Do you think I have an issue coming too quickly?”

Storm huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. “Absolutely not.”

“But I always come fast.”

“Not that fast,” he argues, mumbling against my dick. His hot breath along my shaft has an ache forming in my lower stomach. “Besides, I like making you come.”

“But don’t you want it to like… last?”

“You last as long as I want you to,” he says softly, taking me into his mouth.

I thrust my hips up, wanting to go deeper. The way his throat feels is so… unexplainable. But I love it. A sharp breath leaves me as I find his head and push him deeper. He lets me, his throat tightening around the head of my cock. And I wonder…

I thrust up, seeing just how deep he’ll let me go. He doesn’t stop me, and instead, he helps. He pushes down, taking even more of me into his mouth. Digging his nails into my waist, he pulls me into him, wanting even more of me, and it’s the sexiest thing. He lets me guide him, lets me see what feels good for me. I’m slowly learning so much about my body, thanks to him.

After what feels like forever, I drop my hips back to the bed and pull his head up. Saliva strings from his lips to my dick, his eyes are watery, face flushed, and he gasps for breath.

“That was so hot,” I whisper.

“Yeah, it fucking was,” he admits, still trying to catch his breath. “Do it again.”

Oh my god…

Heat pulses in my chest and I guide his head back down on my dick, and this time I hold him down until he’s tapping on my hip and shoving up. We do this over and over again until I can’t take it and I explode down his throat, causing him to choke and cough, and though I feel bad for that, it makes the orgasm ten times better.

“You are something else,” he says as he drops onto his back beside me.

“In a good way, I hope.”

“Definitely a good way.”

I turn onto my side, staring down at the bulge in his pants.

“Is it going to hurt?” I ask.

His eyes flick to mine and then to where I’m staring and back to me.

“Not with me,” is his response.

“What does that mean?”

“It means I’ll make sure it doesn’t, but not everyone is so kind. Anal can hurt, but it shouldn’t. It’ll be uncomfortable maybe, but not the whole time. It’s your body’s natural response, but it will be good, I can assure you of that.”

It’s quiet for a little while as I think over what he said, still staring at his erection like a weirdo. He’s lying on his back, hands behind his head, eyes closed. Does he want me to touch him? I never make the first move when it comes to anything we do. Well, not when it comes to him. I make known what I want from him, and he does it, but shouldn’t I give back a little? Marta said I should, and though I have before, maybe he’d like it if I took the initiative.

My mouth waters at the thought of what we did last night. I really liked that. I loved the way his dick felt against mine, the way his hand felt wrapped around both of us. Then watching him get off with my cum? God, that was amazing.

I think back to the shower. How I got on my knees for him and tasted him for the first time and I really liked that too. There are so many things we can do, so many ways we can touch each other and get each other off. This is a whole new world for me, and I am ready and willing to explore.

“You could… do it now,” I say, swallowing hard as I wait for him to respond. He turns his head to face me as he reaches down to adjust his pants.

“Didn’t get enough?” he asks with a smirk.

“You clearly didn’t.” I jerk my chin in the direction of his dick. He huffs out a laugh.

“Fine,” he says, getting up from the bed and going to dig through his bag before coming back with a bottle in his hand. “It’s better we do this off camera anyway. Get undressed.”

Without getting off the bed, I kick my pants off and toss away my shirt. My heart is pounding as he gets his pants off, then comes to kneel between my legs with the bottle in hand.

He’s hard. So hard and leaking so much pre-cum it’s dripping onto the bed. I have an urge to swipe it up and taste it, but I don’t move. Storm’s mood shifted, and his playful side is gone. He’s serious now, and it’s not a bad thing. It doesn’t bother me or make me feel strange. Just makes me think he’s taking this seriously, as he should.

“Spread your legs and bend your knees for me.”

I put my feet flat on the bed, bending them up and out so I’m spread open for him. He pours lube into his hand and shifts forward before bringing his hand to my dick and jerking me slowly.

“You may come quickly, but you’re always ready to go again.” I blink my eyes open to meet his. “I’d much rather that than fuck for an hour and have to wait a day for round two.”

I smile proudly, though I’m not sure it’s something worth being proud of. But the way he’s looking at me… I can’t help but feel that way.

More lube is put in his palm, and he massages my balls with it gently, before sliding his slick finger down to my hole. I clench on instinct, and without him telling me, I force myself to relax. Storm presses his finger against me but doesn’t go inside, just rubs circles around me so I can get used to the feeling.

It is strange. Almost tickles and feels like it shouldn’t be happening, but I don’t hate it. And it definitely doesn’t hurt.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he says, his voice huskier than it was moments ago.

I nod, licking my lips. “Keep going.”

Very slowly, he pushes his finger inside just the smallest bit, and I clamp around him.

“Sorry,” I whisper, taking in a deep breath.

“Don’t be sorry,” he says, dropping the bottle of lube and taking my dick to stroke. “Just relax. Breathe. Take me in, baby.”

His hand slides up and down my dick to distract me from the intrusion that I desperately want.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “Just like that. Let me in. Such a good boy.” Sliding his finger in and out, he goes deeper each time. It still feels strange, but I still don’t hate it. All I can think about is his dick being in there, and listening to moans leave his mouth over him using my body and liking it. Over me being able to finally do something right for once. Of him praising me, telling me how good I’m doing, and loving every second.

“So good,” Storm says softly. “Are you ready for a second finger?”

“Yes,” I answer quickly.

“So eager.”

“Yes,” I say again.

He removes his finger from me, then prods with two fingers, slipping them inside. I clench again, and it burns, but he gives me a minute to get myself together. I nod, letting him know to keep going, so he does, pressing both fingers forward. It burns more, alarm bells going off, telling me this isn’t right, that this shouldn’t be happening. I ignore them because my brain obviously doesn’t know what’s good for me. My body will like this; it wants this.

Storm takes his time with me, working his way up to three fingers. I’m aching to come again, all of this putting me on the very edge of an orgasm, but I don’t want to come yet and I really hope I don’t. I want to feel him inside me, want to see him lose himself inside me, need to witness my body giving him pleasure in a way it never has before. Not for anyone else; just him.

“Ready for more?” he asks.

“Yes, please,” I breathe out.

He picks something up from the bed and brings it to his mouth. I hadn’t seen him grab the condom, but I wasn’t really paying attention either. I’m glad he’s at least thinking clearly, because I’m not. Just like when I was drunk last night, my inhibitions are gone when it comes to sex with Storm. He rolls the rubber over his dick with practiced ease, and picking up the lube, he slicks up his dick before scooting even closer and pressing himself against my entrance.

I swallow hard, focusing on making sure my body is loose. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something as badly as I want him inside me, using me to get off and then telling me how good it was.

“You have to relax.” He grabs my dick, running his thumb along the underside.

“I’m trying.”

He leans down, planting his hand on the bed beside my head and kisses me softly as he pushes inside me. I gasp when he enters me, just an inch or two breaching me.

Storm lets out a heavy breath, resting his forehead against mine. I grab onto him, needing to hold onto something and just wanting him closer.

“More,” I plead.

Carefully, he slides in a little further. My body stretches to accommodate him, and the soft moans that leave him are enough to have my body relaxing just so I can take more of him. I need to hear more of those sounds, need to know how much he’s enjoying me.

“I’m halfway in,” he says in awe. “You’re so fucking tight.”

I drag my gaze from his face, down his chest and his toned stomach to where his dick is. I wish I had a better angle to see this.

“When we make a video of this,” I begin, causing his eyes to flick up to me and his body freezes. “Will you get a close-up so I can watch?”

“Fucking hell,” he mutters. “I would love to do that for you.”

He kisses my lips, then pushes himself up and hooks his arms around my thighs and slides in the rest of the way. He goes in easy, and we both groan together when he bottoms out. The feeling is… like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I do not hate it, not at all. I force my eyes to stay open, to take him in, and I really wish I could see him lost inside me. Just the way he looks right now, on his knees between my legs… it’s exactly right.

“You feel perfect,” he says, grinding deeper before pulling out and going back in. “Are you okay?”

“More than,” I answer, bringing my hands to his thighs, needing to touch him.

“Good, because I need to move.”

“Please do.”

With each thrust, it feels better and better. I loosen up just enough that the burn goes away, but it’s still so tight that I feel every inch of him in me. It’s especially good when he swipes against something inside me that has me seeing stars. When he shifts a little, hitting it harder, I moan loudly.

“I want you to come like this. Just with me fucking you. Without touching your dick. That would be so hot, Gabriel.”

“I might,” I say. “Because that feels really good.”

“This?” he moves his hips a certain way and I cry out.

“God yes.”

He chuckles, hiking one of my legs higher to get a better angle as he leans over me again. He moves faster inside me, his lower stomach causing friction against my dick. Storm knows what he’s doing, that much is clear.

I like that he knows how to make me feel good without me having to tell him, because I don’t even know how to. There are all these things about my body that I’m unfamiliar with and it shouldn’t be that way, but it is. At the same time, him knowing all this is because he has experience. Because he’s done this hundreds of times. And I don’t like the thought of him being with anyone else. I’m not sure it’s fair of me to feel that way, but it’s just how I feel. I don’t have to share it with him, even though he told me to communicate. I don’t want to ruin any of this, so I’ll keep my mouth shut. The last thing I want is for him to get upset with me. Not now that we’re here.

“I’m close.”

His words have my chest blooming with heat. Yes. It’s exactly what I want.

“Me too,” I answer.

My body moves with his, meeting his thrusts and angling in a way that my dick rubs against his abs. It’s teasing and had I not come just a short time ago, I think I’d have exploded already.

“I need you to come, Gabriel,” he says. “Come for me, baby. Please.”

I hold onto him tighter, thrusting my hips up as he moves faster. His hips slam against me, skin against skin. The room is filled with our heavy breathing and the scent of sweat and sex, the slaps of our skin.

“Gabriel,” he warns with a shake of his head.

“Don’t stop,” I tell him, gritting my teeth and needing just a little more…

“I can’t—fuck, I’m coming, baby.”

He grinds against me, giving me exactly what I need and I fall over the edge, shooting cum between us as his dick throbs inside me.

Storm whimpers the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard, resting his head on my shoulder as he moves through his orgasm.

He lets go of my leg to rest it on the bed and hold himself up better. His cheeks are flushed, a light sheen of sweat across his forehead. He’s never looked so hot before.

“I love how much you come for me,” he pants out, kissing my jaw.

I love it too. Way too much.