my bra up, not even bothering to undo it. “If I’d known you were hiding these, I’d have had you sooner.”
His mouth circles my nipple, and I gasp. It’s wet and hot and intense and magical, especially when his piercing rubs against the sensitive bud. Gabriel cups my other breast, rolling the nipple in his fingers as his stormy eyes watch me, drinking in my reaction.
It feels fucking amazing.
So amazing in fact, I’m not even aware that Gabriel’s pulled off my shorts until he trails kisses across my stomach, his fingers teasing the edges of my lace panties. He pulls down one edge of the lace and stops, his face tipping toward me, his eyes wide and that cocky grin frozen on his perfect lips. The barbell jerks up and down.
“What are you waiting for, Fallen?” I growl. “A written invitation?”
Gabriel tears the flimsy material away and dives between my legs. His tongue finds my clit, and he flicks his stud across it until I’m a writhing, blubbering mess. My hands claw at his shoulders as I come undone. He slips a finger inside me and moans against me. The heat that rises inside me could burn the world. Gabe strokes his finger inside me while he makes circles around my clit, that stud doing magical things as he gets faster and faster. The stars swim in my eyes and I’m gone, I’m fucking gone.
I’ve made myself come plenty of times. I lived completely alone for four years. If I didn’t have a vibrator, I’d have gone full psychopath by now. But it’s a completely different thing to come by your own hand in an empty room in an empty house while your cat bats impatiently at your face so you’ll get out of bed and feed her, and to tremble with pleasure in the arms of the world’s hottest rockstar while the heavens dance around you.
Gabriel pulls me against him, holding my body to his chest, his fingers stroking my face. He picks up my limp hand and examines my fingers. “Looks like you ruined your manicure digging your nails into my back.”
“Don’t look so fucking smug about it,” I manage to choke out. “I’m going to marry your tongue stud.”
Gabriel tsks. “Marriage? Without sampling all the goods? Mac, I’m disappointed in you.”
He rolls me over so that I’m cradled in his arms, my back against his broad chest. At first, I’m confused by this position – in every teen movie, your first time is supposed to be missionary style, gazing wide-eyed at each other for an awkward condom sequence before your mother walks in.
Only now, I’m looking at water and sky, and I feel as though I’m floating. Or maybe that’s the head full of orgasm endorphins or the fact Gabriel’s hands still trail over my skin, leaving paths that scorch so hot they’d show up under infrared.
Gabriel tugs off his shirt and kicks his jeans and boxers off the end of the bed, then his arms circle me again. Tattooed hands play with my nipples, and his barbell scrapes across the skin on the back of my neck. “Touch me, beautiful.”
I reach down between my legs and grasp him. The first time I’ve ever held a cock in my hands. I’m shocked by the size of him. I run my fingers down his shaft, feeling the ridge of the tip and the veins standing out from his skin. How the fuck does this fit inside me?
I touch metal. I feel along the length of a curved bar protruding from the tip and out the bottom of the head, with a ball on each end. Gabriel’s teeth stutter against my skin as I give the piercing a little tug.
I’ve heard rumors in the press about Gabriel’s cock piercing, but I’ve been a little distracted with all the fucking rest of him to recall it until now.
That thing is going inside me? How’s this going to work?
“What do you think?” Gabriel whispers.
“I think you’re a crazy motherfucker,” I whispered back. “Why would you do that to yourself?”
“Just you wait and see,” he purrs in my ear. “Put me out of my misery, Mac. Open those sexy long legs for me.”
I obey, dropping my grip on him to lift my knee. Gabriel’s body fits perfectly against mine. The tip of his cock brushes against my opening. I’m wet and waiting, and I want so badly to rock my hips back and let him inside. I hear a package tear, and