“Your slick cunt is soaking me. Fuck, I’m right there,” I grit out as I spill into her. My body vibrates with the force of my climax; my eyes shut, and my head drops to her shoulder just as she screams my name.
“God, I love you,” she moans as our orgasms roll through us.
Gabrielle
The four days didn’t go quite as slow as I thought they would. I spent time with my parents and a few of my friends from high school, and Monica even hung around. I still spent every night on FaceTime with him and we both gave each other a show that ended with us both out of breath and sated. I am packing up the last of my things before I leave for New York when my sister enters the room and flops down on my bed. Her hair is pulled into a top knot with strands escaping her bun and pulls her glasses down to rest on her nose.
“You almost ready?”
I spin around, tossing my flat iron and makeup bag in my overnight tote and nod. “Thanks for driving me, Mon.” Monica is staying through the New Year and leaving the day after New Year’s Day so she can recover from the hangover she’s already planning to have tomorrow. She and a bunch of her friends are doing a bar crawl around Connecticut and then staying at some ritzy resort across town. I was invited to come, but I told her I had plans with Harper and some of the girls from my dorm.
She doesn’t say anything back and when I look over at her she looks like she wants to say something. Her perfectly sculpted eyebrows furrow as she scrunches her lips together. “Gab, is there anything you want to talk about?” My heart begins to accelerate instantly and I try to calm my nerves before answering her in what I believe would be a high pitched and very telling, “No!”
“What do you mean?” I continue making eye contact, knowing that averting my gaze will just make me look guilty.
“You’ve just been different this week, that’s all. Almost like you’ve been on edge. Nervous. You always tell me everything and I feel like you’re keeping something from me.” She lowers her glasses again and looks at me over the tops of the lenses.
I shake my head and do my best to force a chuckle. “No girl, there’s nothing. It was just a long semester. I guess I’m still coming down from that.” I zip my tote closed and set it on top of one of my suitcases. “You’re overthinking it.” She narrows her gaze, staring at me like I have the answers written all over my face.
“Any time your phone buzzes it’s like you jump four feet. You’ve been quiet. Almost too quiet. It’s like you’re worried that if you open your mouth, something is going to come tumbling out like word vomit.” She tucks a stray blonde strand behind her ear and fiddles with her glasses again. “You know you can tell me anything. I won’t judge you.”
Easy to say now. She probably thinks I have a boyfriend at school I’m keeping from everyone. Or that I failed a class. Certainly not that I’ve fallen in love with my older brother and have been letting him fuck my brains out for the better part of the past week.
“There’s nothing to tell, Monica. I promise,” I add for extra measure. I feel guilty lying to her when she can clearly see I’m hiding something, but now is not the time to unleash the truth on her. Or anyone.
“Okay.” She shrugs. “Well, let’s get you back to New York then.”
I’m slammed up against the wall of the elevator and my legs immediately move around his waist, sending my short skin tight sparkly gold dress that I’d worn to dinner up around my waist. Lips find my neck and his tongue darts out to lick the skin between my breasts. He drags it up my chest and neck and to my mouth where our tongues meet. We indulged in far too many glasses of champagne and we’re teetering on the edge of drunk. Well, he’s teetering, I’m already there. James’ hands reach under my dress, tearing my underwear from my body and letting the lace fall to the ground in shreds. His hand replaces the material as he cups my sex possessively and lets his fingers drag through my slit.
“Fuck.” My eyes roll back as the feeling of his hand between my legs takes over.
“Oh, that’s what we’re going to be doing for the rest of the night. Believe me.” He grunts in my ear as he rocks his cock against me. “You looked so fucking sinful in this dress, Gabrielle.”
Despite my efforts, James and I didn’t make love the second I got back to New York. He wanted to wait until after dinner so he could really let go with me and not have to worry about leaving the apartment. Because “Once I get you naked, you’re staying that way for the rest of the night,” he’d said in jest though I completely believed it.
My dress comes to my knees and has a sweetheart neckline that gives me cleavage that James couldn’t drag his gaze away from all night. He pulls my breast from the cup and runs his tongue over my nipple and the pierce of his stubble causes a flutter between my legs, just as the elevator dings letting us know we’re on his floor. He lets my nipple go with a pop and we stumble down the hall, a mess of lips and hands and whispered vows of devotion. By the time we’re in his apartment, we don’t even make it to his room before he’s inside of me. My coat isn’t even off before my dress is raised up around my waist and his cock is pushing through my folds as he fucks me from behind. I grip the arm of the couch for leverage, pressing my chest into the material as he fucks me wildly. “Oh my God,” I whimper as my eyes flutter shut. His hips bang into my ass almost painfully with the force in which he fucks me but the pleasure is much more intense. From the back of my neck all the way to the tips of my toes, my skin prickles with anticipation of coming and I know this climax is going to be just as powerful as the others.
“Baby, fuck I’m going to come.” He growls from behind me. “How close are you?”
“So close,” I tell him before biting down on my bottom lip. My hands curl into fists and my nails dig into my palms so hard I know there will be indents left in their wake.
“Get fucking there,” he commands with a loud smack on my behind which bounces off the walls of the quiet room. “Do what you have to do to make that slick cunt come all over my cock.” One hand reaches around me, and with one swipe over my clit I cry out and my orgasm takes me over. “There it is. Thank fuck.” He lets out a guttural groan and I feel him expand inside of me and then what I assume to be ropes of cum shooting inside. I gasp as my own orgasm begins and makes me feel like I’m floating. I’m light headed, my legs are weak, and I feel like I can’t get enough air into my lungs. The space between my legs hums with pleasure as I come down from the high of my orgasm and when I squeeze the last bit out of James’ cock, he lowers himself onto my back. He doesn’t put all his weight there but enough that he pushes my hair to the side and presses a kiss to my neck before peppering multiple kisses across my shoulders.
“I’ll never have my fill of you.” His words cut through the silence as he slips out of me. “This. Us. It’s going to be a long fucking road, Gab. But I’m not giving you up ever.”
“You and me,” I murmur.
“Forever,” he replies.
We spend the rest of the night in his bed making up for the past four days. He spends most of that time with his head between my thighs, and it isn’t until around three in the morning that we finally drift off to sleep, both of us sated and happy to be going into the New Year together.