Dazzled by Silver (14 page)

“I think Carla’s cooking.” I turned around to face Gabe.

“That’s not what I’m hungry for.” A glowing spark returned to his eyes.

“No?” I opened my mouth, confused for a moment, but the lust on his face didn’t keep me in suspense too long.

“That mouth of yours is about to get you in trouble.” He tapped my chin slowly moving above my body to hover over me. He reached between my legs. “You’re still wet.”

“Because I can’t stop thinking about you. I want more.”

“Well, let me see what I can do about that.” With one swift move, Gabe flipped me over on the bed.

He glided his hand along my ass, smoothing each curve, teasing a little lower until my pelvis instinctively tilted at his touch. “Push your ass higher for me. Get on your knees,” he said.

I did what he asked.

Gabe threw the covers aside. The warmth of his breath tickled my behind.

“Your ass is perfect.” He kissed one buttock, then the other and went back to the first again. He repeated the pecks, each time moving closer to the center.

“I believe this little hole hasn’t been cared for by anyone. Has it? ” His lips tickled my skin, but in a good way.

I shut my eyes tight as my face heated. “No.” I couldn’t help but wonder what he would do.

His hands took hold of my ass cheeks, spreading them as he pulled his slick tongue from the top of my crack, down to the rim of my hole.

Oh God, that felt good!
I never thought anyone would kiss or lick me there, like he owned every piece of me. His tongue caressed my behind and the rim of the one hole I never knew could arouse me. The delicate touch of his tongue sent pleasure from the back all the way to the front.

“We’re going work on you slowly,” he said to my ass, gently pressing his finger in its center. “But I’m too hungry.”

A primal growl echoed from his throat, and Gabe slid lower to my dampened sex. He lay on his back and kissed my folds, his breath warm against my pussy.

I lowered my bottom onto his mouth and he parted the crevice, licking the length of my slit back and forth before resting on the swelling tip.

The touch of his mouth on me masked the slight ache I felt from last night’s sex. I pressed myself harder onto him, wanting him to suck and lick the tender spot faster. But Gabe started out slowly, teasing. The longer he took, the more I pressed into him until he finally closed his mouth on me, sucking feverishly as if he were famished.

My bundle of nerves couldn’t hold on for long. His tongue mastered my sensitive spot, and I released a loud scream. Convulsing with spasms, I fell flat on the bed. His tongue was much more skillful than Kendra’s. The way he flicked it in between gentle caresses, allowing a slight breath of air to cool the heated flesh, was excruciating—painful and electrifying at the same time.

“That was so fast and so good,” I said between gasps. My chest heaved as I struggled to feed my lungs with enough air.

Gabe lay beside me. He took me in his arms and kissed my shoulder. “Now, I’m ready for food.”

“You’re unbelievable.” I looked into his sparkling silver eyes. He must have been satisfied as their usual fire had dimmed to a beautiful glow.

Gabe opened a nightstand drawer.

I expected him to pull out another condom; instead he drew out a black box wrapped with a silver bow.

“Open it,” he said.

“What is it?” I sat up on the bed.

“No one has intrigued me or surprised me as much as you have in a long time.” He handed me the box. “I hope this can remind you of our little adventure.”

My heart pounded as I pulled on the silver bow and opened the box. Inside, on a pad of cotton fluff, was a charm bracelet with four ornaments on a silver chain. A shot glass, a coffee cup, panties and a button, similar to the one Gabe had fastened to my dress, sparkled in the morning sun. Each trinket held a dazzling diamond inside; the last one had four smaller gems filling the holes meant for the thread.

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered, holding the bracelet in my palm.

“I’d like to add to it with time. May I?”

I stretched out my hand so Gabe could fasten the gift on my wrist.

“This is way too expensive, Gabe. You shouldn’t have. When did you manage to do this?” I turned my hand. The gems reflected every beam of light.

“I can afford it. And I have quite a few people working for me. I wouldn’t have been able to pull it off without their help.”

With all the people Gabe hired, I wondered where they managed to hide so well.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“How about that you’ll never take it off?”

“I won’t. I promise.” I threw my arms around Gabe’s neck and wrapped my legs around his waist.

He held me in his arms, and kissed me, tracking his fingers along my spine. The short stubble on his cheek gently scraped against my face.

I felt like the luckiest woman alive. “I love it, Gabe. Thank you.”

“I’m glad. And you’re welcome.”

I cupped his face in my palms again and kissed him softly. “You need a shave.” I jumped off his lap, grabbed his arm and pulled him off the bed.

“What are you up to?”

“No questions. Come.” I skipped into the bathroom. “Sit.” I motioned to the chair and put a towel by the sink. “Get comfortable.”

Gabe obliged and stretched his legs out to the front crossing his arms. He waited patiently.

I opened one of the drawers under the sink. “Aha! I knew a man like you would use a straight razor.”

“Wait, I know how to shave.” A slight shake decorated his voice.

“Don’t worry, my grandfather was a barber. I saw him shave hundreds of men when I helped him at the shop after school.”

“But
you
didn’t shave those men, did you?” His eyes were fixed on the sharp blade in my hand.

“Do you trust me?”

“I do, but—”

“No buts.” I turned on the hot water. When the steam began rising, I dipped a face cloth underneath, squeezed it out and placed the heated fabric just below Gabe’s eyes. The chair had been perfectly set so he could lean back.

“It will soften the bristles,” I said.

“I guess you may know what you’re doing after all.” He finally closed his eyes.

“Did you ever doubt me?” I swooshed the shaving cream in the small bowl.

As I swirled the brush, mixing the lather, I peeked in the mirror at Gabe. With his legs stretched out, he sat naked and vulnerable in the chair. The few hairs on his chest had been a playground for my fingers last night. Now, his cock, although no longer erect, was still a sight to feast my eyes on. The way it rested on the side of his leg sent a pleasurable sensation to my groin, and I had the urge to touch it, stroke it and feel it harden in my mouth. It had been too long since I’d had a man in my mouth—a real man, like Gabe—Casey, the pimp of his own cock, didn’t count.

“Enjoying the view?” Gabe asked, opening one eye.

“Always.” I removed the cloth off his face, aware of my hardened nipples.

“Now, relax.” I brushed the lather on his face, first downward, and then in circles, the way my grandfather had done, to stir the bristles. Careful not to make a mistake, I leaned in closer. When Gabe’s breath warmed my breast, I drew my nipple along his lip.

“First time I’m getting service like this.” He smirked, and then took the nipple into his mouth, lengthening it.

Pleasure ran down to my belly and to my moistened sex. “There’s a first time for everything.” I reluctantly pulled away, wondering where Gabe’s tender kisses would lead if I let him continue. I’d probably end up riding him. “I’m going to shave you now. No more distractions.” I took the straight blade into my fingers.

“Wait.” Gabe took my wrist just before I touched his skin. “You
have
done this before, right?”

“I’ve practiced on my Ken dolls.” I winked.

Gabe let out a long breath and closed his eyes.

“Tilt back and don’t move,” I said.

Stretching the skin up, I drew the blade from under his sideburn, down the side of his face, with the grain, at the same angle I’d seen my grandfather use. Slow and steady. The sound of metal scraping gently against Gabe’s skin awakened the smallest hairs on my arms. My hand didn’t shake a bit. The motion of my wrist felt more natural than I had thought it would.

Gabe didn’t stir. He breathed steadily, letting go of the tension in his face each time I cleaned the blade on the towel resting on his shoulder. The smell of his skin and the lemon-pine soap scent rose in the air.

When I finally rinsed the blade in the sink, he opened one eye. “You’re incredible.” The sound of his voice, much more relaxed than before, held a hint of lust.

“Just glad I can do something for you for a change.” I cleaned the remaining cream off his face with the towel.

“You surprise me every hour, Samantha.”

“Almost done.” I squeezed the tube of moisturizer and cooling lotion onto my palm and sat in Gabe’s lap, spreading my legs over the sides of the chair.

As I applied the balm to his face, I felt him harden underneath me. When I finished, my hands slid to his shoulders and Gabe opened his eyes. They dazzled me with their bright fire.

“I love that you’re so wet and ready,” he said.

The passion in his eyes almost burned me. The hardening underneath me intensified, and I felt the need to have Gabe inside me again. I circled my hips, feeling the length of his curve extend.

I pushed myself higher and reached between his legs. He filled my hand, and I stroked his hardness once, twice, three times.

Gabe’s mouth found my breasts and pebbled nipples. He rolled one between his fingers and bit the other gently, sucking and lengthening it with his teeth. New stimulation flowed from there to between my legs, and I centered over him.

“You taste perfect.”

My pussy clenched.

“Turn around.” Gabe helped me up and off of him. He sat straight in the chair, and with his hands on my hips, he lowered me onto his shaft.

His entry was as breathtaking as last night. He widened me with his slow penetration.

I couldn’t believe how good it felt to have him inside me. The swell of his cock grew as I lowered my hips then moved up and down in an agonizing rhythm. I enjoyed this position more, feeling him at my full depth. The urge to move faster and harder grew. I increased my rhythm. My back pressed against him, and his hands glided to my breasts, cupping them. They fit the palms of his hands without spilling over.

“Samantha, stand.”

I stopped moving.

“I don’t want to wear a condom,” he’d explained, “and I won’t have the will to pull out if you sit on me.”

I leaned against the counter and felt Gabe enter me again. His momentum, no longer slow, brought an onslaught of blissful sensations. My breasts shook under me.

Gabe kept his hands on my hips, pulling me onto him with each push. The sound of his balls smacking against my skin thundered. His rough thrusts bruised my opening and I pushed against the counter, impaling myself even deeper. I wanted every single one of his ruthless pounds to leave a mark I could hold on to for days. Three more pushes and Gabe stilled and quickly pulled out.

A spurt of warm fluids trickled down my back. In the mirror, I saw him close his eyes as the smallest muscles on his face twitched with pleasure.

Exhaling, he grabbed the after-shave towel off the counter and wiped my back, kissed my shoulder, then took my hand and led me to the shower.

Gabe washed me the same way he had the night before. As his hands glided between my legs, he paused. “Are you hurt?”

“No.” I shook my head.

“You flinched when I touched you. Perhaps we ought to take some breaks. I don’t want you hurt.” He narrowed his brow.

I touched myself between my legs. The tender flesh was still swollen from the onslaught. “It burns a little, but I’ll be fine.” I took a little step back.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” Gabe lifted my chin to raise my gaze to his.

“I’m fine, Gabe.”

“Samantha, your mouth lies, but your eyes tell the truth. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m just afraid for this to end.”

“Why would it end?” Gabe’s silver eyes shined.

“They call it no strings attached for a reason.”

“I thought that was what you wanted.”

“It still is.”

“Then enjoy the moment, Sam. We can make it last as long as we want.”

I leaned against his chest as warm water cascaded down our bodies. Gabe was everything I wanted and more, and he was here, with me.

Don’t over think it Sam. Enjoy the moment.
But I feared it may be too late. I was beginning to want our fling to last forever. Was that even an option?

C
HAPTER
14

A gentle rumbling rattled Gabe’s stomach.

“Hungry?” I asked.

“Always.”

“For food?” I giggled against his body.

“Yes, that too.”

Gabe turned off the water, reached for towels, and dried us both.

I stretched my arms up and patted my belly. “I feel like I could eat a ton.”

“Just don’t wear your birthday suit for breakfast. At least not today.” He winked.

I pulled a one-strap dress I had packed over my head.

Gabe wore another gray v-neck shirt, not as tightly fitted as the one he’d worn at the bar, but still sexy. I wondered how many shades of gray t-shirts he owned.

Downstairs, Kendra sat at the kitchen counter fumbling with the food on her plate. The table was stacked with fresh fruits and pastries.

“Good evening, K.” Barefoot, Gabe headed for the coffee machine.

I noticed it was still night. My sense of time had been screwed ten times over.

“Good evening.” Kendra’s gaze found mine.

“Are you feeling better?” I asked.

“Clara’s been filtering me with fluids and green concoctions that taste like barf. But yes, I’m getting there. You, on the other hand, are beaming like a glow-bug.” Kendra’s gaze scanned me from the bottom up.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” I took a carrot from the veggie platter and bit into it. The echo of the crunch circled the kitchen before Kendra laughed off my comment.