Trouble: Crooked Souls MC (11 page)

“Table,” I gasped, pointing to the kitchen. It was closer than the bed. He carried me to it, laying me across it. I worked on my pants while he worked on his. He didn’t even take off my panties, only pulling the fabric aside before he buried himself in me.

“Gabriel!” I cried out, my back arching when he slammed himself home. I shuddered, nearly coming from that alone. He didn’t waste time, pounding me mercilessly. I urged him on, wanting him to take me harder and faster. I wanted him to lose himself, and make me lose myself. I wanted to forget everything around us. The harder he fucked me, the easier it was.

“Yes! Yes!” I screamed, tightening around him as I came. My legs clenched around him, holding him deep inside me while I exploded.

He waited until I finished, only to start moving again as soon as I stopped twitching around him. Now he took his time, grinding himself slowly into me. I groaned, this new sensation even better than it was before. I slid my tank top up and over my head, and instantly his hands were on my tits. I pulled him closer, deeper, with my legs. I wanted to close my eyes and lose myself, but then I would lose sight of the man who was giving me all this pleasure.

“Feels so good,” I whispered, and was rewarded with a strong thrust which made me moan his name. Now I did close my eyes, throwing back my head. He pushed himself into me again and again, pushing everything else further away when he did. I wanted it. I was desperate for it. If only this would never end.

He couldn’t keep up that slow pace for much longer, his own need for satisfaction too much to hold back. Soon he was driving himself into me again, harder, faster, deeper. He grunted as he thrusted, louder the closer he came to release. I moved with him, thrusting against him, wanted to come as much as he did. Then he moved so fast it was almost a blur, making me scream his name until my throat was hoarse as I came again. This time, he came along with me.

It was all so good. I was floating in a deep darkness where there was nothing but pleasure. I didn’t want to open my eyes for fear of breaking the spell.

But I had to, of course. And when I did, I found a god smiling down at me. Or an angel. A dark angel.

He slid from me, and I tentatively sat up. We were both a mess, clothes everywhere. He was still wearing his t-shirt, but everything else was gone, strewn around the place. I couldn’t help laughing.

Then he swept me up into his arms, carrying me upstairs and putting me on my feet outside the bathroom door.

“You’ve been a dirty girl,” he said. “We need to clean you up. I wanna try a few things I was thinking about while I was in here earlier today.”

Had that really only been earlier in the day? It seemed like a lifetime ago. I turned on the water, letting it run hot before stepping inside. I held out a hand to him, which he took after pulling his shirt over his head. His body never ceased to amaze me, with its rippling muscle. Strength ran through every bit of him—including the part that was now standing erect again. He was insatiable.

I let the water run over me while I faced him. He watched, fascinated, as it made paths over my shoulders and arms, breasts and stomach, hips and thighs.

Then I held out my arms, and he stepped into the spray with me. I rested the side of my head against his broad chest, that strong heartbeat reminding me of the strength of the man who held me. I didn’t have to be afraid of anything as long as he held on to me. I wanted him never to let go.

Then his hands got busy, and other thoughts crept into my head. Those thoughts were already in his head, judging from the way his hard cock pressed against me. His hands went lower, taking hold of my ass.

“Mmm…” I moaned, my head still resting against him. I closed my eyes, focusing on the way it felt when he groped me like that. The heat from the water wasn’t what made the heat spread between my legs.

“So fucking sexy,” he muttered, playing with me. I sighed, swiping my tongue over one of his nipples, then biting down gently. He gasped, his length twitching against me.

He spun me so fast I almost fell, but his strong hands caught me and held me upright. Then he was lifting one of my legs, placing my foot on the edge of the tub before sliding into me from behind.

“Oh, fuck…” I moaned, taken by surprise by his forcefulness. Of course I wanted this, and I moved with him as he rocked me. “So good…”

“Yeah…yeah, baby…” he grunted, driving himself home again. He reached around to my front, grabbing my breasts, playing with them as he thrusted. I moaned in approval. He pinched my nipples, and I cried out for more.

“That’s right…fuck me…” I moaned, pushing back against him as hard as I could. He unlocked something inside me, something I never knew was there. Now nothing was enough. I needed him to give me everything he had, for as long as he could. Words I’d rarely spoken even in the height of ecstasy came flowing out of my mouth.

When he sped up, slamming against me, I screamed and shook, falling against the wall of the shower. For a minute, all I heard was the running water and the sound of the two of us catching our breath.

Then I felt his hands on me, and it was enough to make me straighten up and turn to face him. He was washing my body, slowly, gently.

He’d soaped up his hands, and they glided over my neck, down to my shoulders, then down my arms. I lifted them so he could do the underside, then he moved further down to my sides. His hands were so big they could nearly circle my waist, and I closed my eyes at the feeling of them running over my wet skin. He was so big and powerful, but so careful with me.

I sighed when he soaped up my breasts, the body wash making excellent lube. I opened my eyes, seeing the look on his face as he played with them. He squeezed and kneaded, stroked, tweaked. It was all heavenly, and I closed my eyes again to focus on the pleasure he was giving me.

Soon he moved further down, and I was ready for him. His hands cupped my butt, stroking it just as they had my breasts, his fingers dipping into my cleft. I cried out softly, holding onto Gabriel’s shoulders for balance as my nerves sizzled and burned under his hands.

Then he moved to my legs, crouching to reach my feet. His hands moved back up, between my legs. He took more soap in his hands, then knelt.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded. I did as I was told, lifting one foot up to the edge of the tub again. I watched as he washed me, his soapy hands skimming my sensitive skin. It was almost too much to take, between the sensation of being touched so intimately and the sight of his face when he did it to me. He was rapt with attention, his mouth open slightly as his breathing got heavier. When his fingers slid into my wetness, I cried out. He ran them over my folds, back and forth, driving me wild. I bucked against his hand, needing to come again, and he sped his motions until I was screaming his name. The sound echoed off the walls as my whole body shuddered.

I couldn’t believe how many times I’d come already, my knees weak and shaking. I was dimly aware of him rinsing me off, then standing in front of me.

“My turn,” he murmured. I knew what he meant. I squirted soap on him and ran my hands over his body, front and back. I loved having the chance to worship his beauty, the way he always worshiped me. I watched, fascinated, as my fingers trailed over his shoulders, his bulging pecs and washboard abs. By the time I got to his butt, so round and perfect, I was getting wet again. He did that to me. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he found a way to turn me on all over again. He didn’t even have to try.

“Holy shit,” he whispered when my hand circled his erect member. I reached up with my other hand and pulled his head down for a kiss, holding him to me while I stroked him. My tongue darted around his mouth, licking his lips, tangling with his tongue. He groaned, taking handfuls of my hair in his hands and pulling me from his mouth.

“Suck it,” he grunted, pushing me to my knees.

I didn’t feel threatened or forced—in fact, it turned me on even more when he told me what to do. I rinsed the soap from him and had him in my mouth in seconds. He cried out, thrusting into me.

He was still holding onto my head, so I handed control over to him. He held me still at first, sliding in and out. I used my tongue on the underside of the shaft, pressing hard against it. He sighed, thrusting harder. I knew it was driving him crazy, and I loved knowing I could make him feel good.

Then he moved my head back and forth on him, and once I got the rhythm he wanted me to keep he let go and I took over. He still gave shallow little thrusts into my mouth, but I bobbed up and down, doing most of the work. When I touched his balls, rolling them in my hands, it was enough to leave him groaning my name.

“I’m gonna come!” he grunted.

I decided to blow his mind, taking him from my mouth and jerking him as fast as I could until he was coming on my tits. One, two, three splashes hit me, until his fluids covered me.

“Holy shit,” he whispered. I got to my feet, washing my chest. He held me tight against me, his front to my back. “You’re insane,” he said. I knew he meant it as a compliment.

Then we were in my room, drying off. He dried me first, taking his time. Again, he was so gentle. Who would have imagined this big, powerful man could be so gentle with a woman? I felt completely taken care of, and completely turned on at the same time. I knew from the way his towel tented in the front that he wanted even more of me, and my body responded eagerly as it always did.

We fell back onto the bed, arms and legs wrapped around each other. We rolled around, back and forth, as we kissed and touched each other’s bodies. Now we were playful, just taking the time to enjoy each other before getting to the frantic heat we always seemed to build toward.

My need for him finally won out, and I tried to roll him onto his back. I wanted to be on top and ride him as I had before, but he was making it impossible. He laughed as I struggled against him.

Finally, he won out, pinning me underneath him. He took my wrists in his huge hands and held them to the bed. “Kat,” he breathed, driving his thickness into my hip. His mouth was inches from mine, our foreheads touching. “When will you relax? You know you love it when I’m in control.”

Still holding me down, he explored me with his tongue. First, it was my earlobe, which he traced before biting gently. I drew in my breath sharply.

Then he licked along the length of my jawline. I tilted my head back, silently asking him to continue down my throat. He traced wet circles with his tongue until he reached my collarbone. His tongue trailed along until he reached one shoulder, then the other.

Gabriel planted slow, teasing, open-mouthed kisses down the side of my chest until he reached my breast, rising and falling in time with my raspy breathing. I writhed, my hands straining to be free so I could touch him. But there was no fighting his strength, so I gave in and accepted the pleasure.

He crossed my wrists one over the other, holding them both with one hand. This freed the fingers of his right hand to softly caress my breast. He ran his fingers in circles around it, each circle smaller than the one before it as he zeroed in on my nipple. My breath caught in my throat, my heartbeat racing faster the closer he got. He lingered over each inch of skin. By the time he hit the center I was straining upward, my whole body tensed.

I cried out his name when he finally reached that sensitive bit of flesh. He flicked the fingers of his hand over it, rapidly, one after the other. I closed my eyes, drowning in the sensation of total pleasure.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

I felt myself respond, wetness flowing between my legs at his possessive tone of voice. I opened my eyes to find him staring at my face. He moved his fingers again and I moaned. We watched each other as he drove me crazy.

He dipped his head down, replacing his fingers with his mouth. He flicked his tongue over my pink flesh, back and forth. I watched him as he worked, my breath already coming in uneven gasps as he moved faster and faster. Then he closed his lips around me and sucked, and I arched my back.

He moved from one breast to the other, kneading and fondling the first as he licked and sucked on the second. I was in heaven, my hips grinding, my head rolling back and forth as his mouth sent shockwaves to my core. My hands opened and closed, struggling against his grip. I needed to touch him, to hold him close to me as he worked on my body.

Finally, he did let go, but only because he moved lower with his mouth, crawling between my legs. I ran my hands through his thick, dark hair as he planted kisses all over my stomach.

“Do you want me to go lower?” he asked, kissing further down my abdomen to my pelvis.

I whimpered, unable to speak.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, and moved down until he hovered over my mound. He ran his tongue along the soft flesh in the crease alongside my lips, then brought it closer and closer to my moist slit, as he had with his fingers around my nipple. I was whimpering almost constantly, undone by this torment.

“Please, lick me,” I whispered.

“I am licking you,” he said, and swiped his tongue over my slick lips to prove it.

“Deeper,” I begged, demanding satisfaction. He’d teased me long enough.

“Not yet,” he replied, gently and delicately running his tongue along the slit but not going any deeper. I was completely tensed up, my entire body stiff, anticipating his next move.