17 Losing control and desperate wants.

Gabriel

This can't keep happening. I can't allow myself to fall into these situations time and time again.

Blackwood climbs on top of me, his strong hands wandering over my body, leaving a burning trail in their wake. His lips, relentless and consuming, trace a passionate path along my skin. His tongue delves into forgotten corners, evoking sensations I never knew possible. His entire being envelops me; it's as if he's everywhere at once. Yet, deep down I know – this man is the worst person to be entwined with in this heated moment.

"Take them off," he demands huskily, his fingers fumbling at the fabric of my clothing.

Here we are, lost amidst the towering trees and whispering leaves of the forest. Concealed by nature's embrace, we're dangerously exposed to curious eyes that might stumble upon our secret tryst. I am the fucking Leader of a pack, why does he just get me to do what he wants?

Why am I not strong enough to resist Lucas?

I lift myself up from the ground while Blackwood remains on top of me. The cool sensation of the grassy earth beneath my fingers contrasts with the warmth emanating from Blackwood. Gradually, I take off my shirt, throwing it aside. My hands make their way to the button of my jeans, and with a click, they come undone. I wriggle out of them, being cautious not to step on Blackwood's hand as it caresses my inner thigh. He leans in and tenderly kisses my belly before continuing up my torso until his lips reach my nipple. A sharp gasp escapes me as he delicately flicks the bud with his tongue's tip.

Blackwood pushes me onto my back again, his body firmly pressed against mine. His weight on me feels so perfect – a comforting feeling I don't want to be without. I encircle my arms around him, drawing his chest tightly against mine. Turning my head to the side, I grant Blackwood access to my neck. He plants a gentle kiss at the base of my throat while his teeth barely touch my skin. A shiver travels down my spine as his hand moves from my back to my ass, giving it a soft squeeze and drawing out a deep moan from me. My hips meet his own in a grinding motion, sending a thrill of pleasure coursing through me.

I can feel him against me; his cock is hard, and making him come is all I crave for right now.

I hold his face in my hands, our gaze meeting and I'm descending further into the dark whirlpools of his eyes. A hunger resides in his stare, a desire so intense it makes my stomach tighten. He's already left an indelible imprint on me, and erasing the recollection of his caress seems impossible. As my fingers reach the edge of his shirt, my breath turns uneven. Gradually, I raise the cloth, baring his silky abdomen skin until the shirt is over his head. With flexing arm muscles, he rids himself of the material, discarding it.

The chilly night breeze strokes my exposed figure as I lay bare in front of Blackwood. Goosebumps rise along my flesh and I sense vulnerability. In a brief moment, Blackwood's lips connect with mine. This compromising situation with my supposed archenemy would mean my end if anyone laid eyes on us. Last time it happened, alcohol was to blame; now there's no such excuse.

His tongue invades my mouth, exploring my teeth and gums as if they were made for him. His dominance is palpable – a force that sparks something deep inside me. I crave more; I yearn for more. "Fuck me," I snarl into his lips. "I need your cock inside me."

He delivers an abrasive kiss once again while yanking at my hair. His mouth then follows a trail down my body, from neck to collarbone and onto my chest. He draws a nipple into his mouth and teases the stiff peak with his tongue. The sensation causes me to arch off the ground, with hips lifting from the grassy surface.

Blackwood's lips journey downward along my body until they reach my hard, eager cock. It craves his touch. He wraps his fingers around my throbbing length and starts to stroke it slowly while his tongue tickles the underside. Biting my lower lip, I stifle a moan. His hand skillfully moves up and down my shaft, his wrist twisting with each motion. My toes involuntarily curl as he sucks the head and swirls his agile tongue around it.

My fingers weave through his dark hair, gripping firmly. I'm consumed by the need for release, and Blackwood is well aware. He starts to bob his head, taking more of me into his mouth by the second. Simultaneously, he keeps pumping my cock, sending waves of pleasure throughout my entire being.

Eyes shut tight, I surrender to the overwhelming sensations.

My mind reels; I'm on the brink of ecstasy.

An animalistic sound escapes my throat as I release Blackwood's hair, and with an audible pop, his mouth parts from my hardness. He grabs onto my thighs and spreads them wide, locking his lustful gaze upon me. Dipping his head once more, he teases the slit of my cock with teasing laps of his tongue. Yet again, I bite my lip in a futile attempt to subdue the unbearable sensations. It's no use.

His hot breath grazes against my flesh before he resumes licking along the entire length of my cock and flicking it provocatively at the tip. I can't withstand it any longer—I need him inside me.

"Fuck me," I plead. Desperately yearning for him to fill me to the hilt.

He guides his hands to my chest and traces a path upward, following every curve until they find purchase on my sensitive nipples. Rolling them between thumb and forefinger, he then descends upon my neck with hungry lips and nips teasingly at the delicate skin near my ear.

I'm aware of his actions.

I know what he's doing, and it's fucking effective.

He's diverting my attention, making me crave him even more than before.

His lips travel down my body, stopping to leave gentle kisses on my chest. He proceeds further down until his head is between my legs. He encircles my thighs with his arms, spreading them. His hands caress the delicate skin of my inner thigh, his fingers outlining circles around my hole. His mouth takes me in, licking and sucking. He discovers my most sensitive spot and presses it, sending a surge of pleasure through me. I let out a moan when he titillates my asshole with his tongue gliding over the tight muscle ring. Briefly, his mouth leaves my cock; I want to beckon him back, but then it happens: his tongue penetrates me and I scream out. It's unlike anything I've experienced before. He withdraws it and uses his fingers instead. As he slides them in, he fondles my cock while his tongue helps me relax. I feel the wetness on my cheeks and tremble as the climax gets closer.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," I chant as Blackwood works his magic; I'm on the verge.

His mouth returns to my shaft as his tongue glides along it. I sense the impending orgasm; it's near. My hips gyrate against his face—I want more; I want everything.

I can't contain it any longer.

"I'm going to come," I groan.

He shifts his mouth to the head of my cock; flicking and teasing with his tongue. He jerks me faster and with more intensity. Bending lower, he engulfs me completely in his throat. Every part of me trembles as I spurt into him—his pliant lips clamped around me still. Gasping for air, my head rolls back. I experience the sensation of him swallowing my seed, his tongue ensuring no remnants remain.

My pulse races; catching my breath seems impossible.

He gently releases my cock from his lips and ascends, brushing lightly against my ear.

"Did that feel good, Gabriel?"

His fingers expertly manipulate me from within, spiraling and bending, grazing that delightful spot. I tighten around him, doing my best to suppress the groan on the verge of leaving my mouth. He stimulates me once more, accurately striking that sensitive area with each push of his fingers. My hips rock against his palm, pursuing that gratification. I'm nearly there. I sense it accumulating yet again.

"Please," I pant. "I need more."

I reach down and grasp Blackwood's cock in my hand. It's firm and pulsing, yearning for release. I leisurely stroke him, taunting him. My hand moves up and down, sliding along the extent of his shaft. I take his tip between my fingers and glide them over the opening. A bead of precum seeps out, creating a damp streak on my skin. I smear it with my thumb, twisting my wrist as I shift my hand up and down along his length.

I position him at my entry point, and he emits a low snarl as he penetrates me. He propels himself forward, going all the way in with a flick of his hips. I encircle my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his lower back as he moves to and from within me. He fills me up, expanding me perfectly in every way. I draw him nearer still, our chests pressed together in harmony with our heartbeats.

"Fuck," I breathe into his ear.

"You like that, don't you?"

He leans ahead, modifying the angle of his plunge. He rams into me with strength and speed.

"I want to hear you admit it," he insists – his hot breath skimming my skin.

"Yes," I heave a breathless response: "I want it! It's fucking incredible."

He retreats almost completely, only to violently crash back into me. I gasp from the ferocity, his arousal hitting all the proper places – he knows precisely what I desire.

My hands drift down his masculine back, exploring the curvature of his muscles. I envelop my arms around his neck, yanking him in for an impassioned kiss. Our tongues clash, nipping at teeth and marking lips as he continues to thrust within me – each movement more powerful than before.

I yearn to be on top, watching his face as he unravels. I push Blackwood off me, switching positions to straddle him. My hands rest on his sturdy chest; he lifts his hips upward and penetrates me again. I ride up and down, taking him wholly again and again. Feeling him expand within me, I know his climax is imminent.

My gaze locks with his, and I witness something in his eyes that I never expected to see. The dark depths remain, but his pupils have swelled to the point where his eyes have become entirely black. I tilt my head back as Blackwood starts slamming into me, his hands grasping my thighs while his fingers dig into my flesh. He quickens his pace, relentlessly pounding my prostate. Clenching around him, I attempt to delay my climax.

It's not enough.

I want to make him come first. I want to feel him explode inside me. Leaning down, our lips fiercely collide, our mouths scorching each other as he yanks my hair and nips at my lip. His twitching cock remains inside me.

"Shit, I'm about to come," he moans. "You feel incredible."

Lifting my hips, I decelerate.

"Hold on," I demand. "I need to experience it—me being filled by you."

Again, I vigorously bounce atop him, grinding against his erection as he groans and thrusts up to meet me. Faster and faster I gyrate on him.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I repeat continuously as I slam down onto his rod.

As Blackwood pants unevenly and forces himself into me, craving release, I sense the swelling of his member indicating that he is on the brink. Increasing my speed now, I ride him fervently.

"Shit, Gabriel! I'm going to explode!" he gasps.

The sensation envelops me as well.

Our mouths join together once more.

"Come with me," I urge. "I need this."

Grazing up and down along his shaft, the tip encounters my prostate directly.

"I'm coming," he snarls.

"Me too," I counter.

With a final thrust into me—and a tidal wave-like force—our coexisting orgasms overwhelm us, waves of ecstasy coursing through every fiber of my being. I crumple onto him, his pulsating cock still buried inside me.

My head rests against his chest as I desperately search for breath.

Pulling me closer, his arms encircle me; his hands stroke my back gently to comfort me.

I've never felt this level of pleasure before.

As the experience concludes, I am struck with sheer bewilderment and a solitary question.

What the fuck just happened?