On the Rocks (Last Call #1)(25)

Gabby slips her fingers under the edge of my underwear and I suck the air between my teeth when she burrows down and takes my dick in her hand, squeezing me gently.

Tilting my head back, I close my eyes and mutter, “Fuck, that feels good.”

“Yes, it does,” she murmurs, and then releases me, only to grab my jeans and underwear and push them down past my hips, all the way to my ankles. She drops to her knees before me, pulling my clothes off and tossing them aside. She looks back up at me, her mouth hovering just in front of my cock, and I watch, spellbound, as she takes me in her hands again. Peeking up at me briefly, she leans in to lick the tip.

Electric fire courses through me and I jerk forward, right into her open mouth. I feel like I’m falling down the rabbit hole as she takes me all the way in and sucks hard against me, causing my knees to practically buckle from the intense feeling of pleasure.

My eyes fly open and I grab her shoulders, pulling her off and into a standing position. Her eyes are fevered and glazed, as she looks at me in confusion.

“Can’t have you doing that just right now, Gabs. I’m barely maintaining my control as it is.”

I pull her in hard, crushing her body into mine, and kiss her with an almost violent passion. She responds with equal zeal, and our teeth clash while our tongues duel. Her hands reach out to find my cock and, once her fingers circle around me, I’m almost driven to my knees again. Her touch is just that catastrophic to my senses.

Quickly grabbing at her, I encircle her wrists and pull her hands away, taking her bottom lip in between my teeth and biting down. She jerks forward, and her skin practically burns mine, even as she tries to evade my grasp so she can touch me again. If she keeps it up, I’ll spill in her hand like a f*cking kid in junior high, jacking off to his dad’s Playboys.

“Am I going to have to restrain you?” I growl at her, leaning down to suck at her neck.

She laughs at me, her voice husky and dripping sex. “Maybe,” she taunts.

I sort of knew that Gabby would be a hellion in the bedroom. She had too much fire not to be, and I’m pretty sure I have my hands full.

Which gives me a brilliant idea.

Leaning down, I kiss her again. Kiss her to distraction so she doesn’t think twice as I peel my robe off her shoulders and push it down her arms. Reaching down quickly, I grab the ends of the belt on each side of her, looping it around each wrist twice, then pulling them behind her back. Before she can even register a complaint, I deftly tie a knot between the two ends, effectively binding her hands behind her.

Then I step back to admire my work.

Gabby is standing there, her skin flushed, her nipples hard as little pebbles, and her chest heaving. She’s glaring at me, but not in an, ‘I’m going to kick your balls in for doing that to me,’ kind of way. No, she’s pissed because she can’t touch me, and the knowledge that she wants it so much makes my dick go even more impossibly hard, especially when she looks down at it in longing.

“Bad girl,” I tease her, and then take her face in my hands to kiss her again. This time it’s slower, not as frantic, and I relish the warmth of her mouth against mine.

Pushing Gabby backward, I step into her, causing her to move across the kitchen. I walk her right back into the wall and when it halts her progress, I press my body against hers, my dick twitching when it touches the smooth skin on her stomach.

Dropping my hands to her breasts, I take one in each palm, testing their weight and then squeezing them. Gabby lets her head fall back and it hits against the wall, but she’s not feeling any pain.

“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her before I bend down and take a nipple in my mouth. I tongue at it gently, listening to her tiny gasps of pleasure. Then I suck on it hard, causing her to groan and buck against me.

Slipping a hand down in between her legs, I slide a finger inside of her, practically burned by the heat she’s unleashing. A new bolt of lust shoots through me and I suck at her nipple harder, and then give it a small bite, causing her to cry out, “It’s too much.”

Releasing her from my mouth, I turn my cheek and rub the scruff of my beard against her breasts. “Not even close.”

“Untie my hands,” she demands.

“Not gonna happen,” I tell her simply, as I pull away and look into her eyes. She’s challenging me, seeing how much quarter I’ll give her.

She’s getting none.

I drop to my knees, just the way she did moments ago, and I feel like I’m getting ready to worship at the Temple of Gabriella. I’d gladly sacrifice all I have just to kneel down here again and again.

Running my hands up the length of her smooth legs, I look up at her. She’s gazing down at me with such fever that I have a moment of nervousness, wondering if I can ever possibly do right by her. But then I draw on my spirit of competition… of determination, and know exactly what I’m going to do to her.

I gently lift one of her legs up and drape it over my shoulder. She has an idea of what I’m getting ready to do, but she really has no clue. Bringing a hand up, I stroke softly between her legs, causing a gurgling sound to well up in her throat. I smile, because this is getting ready to get crazy.

Bending and angling my opposite shoulder in between her legs, I nudge my way in and bring her other leg up and over. Now she’s straddling me, suspended helplessly from the floor, with nothing but the strength of my shoulders and the wall against her back to support her.