Rush: Part One & Two (The Pitstop Series Book 3)

Gabriel’s hand is wrapped around mine as I lead him through our hotel room door. We stop in front of the bed, and I turn around to face him. My heart is racing from anticipation, unable to calm itself as his fingers move to my sides and glide toward my breasts. I guide his head to me, pressing my lips to his and stepping out of my heels. He has to lean down more now, making me smile against his lips.

“You taste so sweet,” he says before slamming his mouth back onto mine to get another taste. A moan vibrates off him and through me, exciting every cell in my body.

Gabriel drops onto the bed, dragging me with him until I straddle his lap. I massage his tongue with mine until I feel his erection pressing against my aching clit. My hips rock back and forth, desperate to create a friction to ease the unbearable tension.

“Oh God,” I moan as pleasure rolls through me, and Gabriel smirks.

“You certainly make me feel like one, ma chérie,” he replies before flipping us over so I’m on my back.

Gabriel stands up again, removing his blazer before unbuttoning his shirt. His muscular torso makes my mouth water as my fingertips reach out to run over it. He lowers himself down on me, his fingers wrapping around the fabric of my dress, pulling it over my head in one swift movement. Everywhere his touch grazes my skin, shivers appear.

Once the dress is completely off, Gabriel places a soft kiss on my neck and fire ignites all around the area. My underwear is the only thing covering me now, but it’s still too much, especially when he cups my breasts.

“Take it off,” I demand, rolling my head when he pinches my hard nipples through the fabric. Gabriel’s touch is soft as he unclasps my bra, tossing it to the side.

“You are my definition of perfection,” he says as he brings his lips to my neck, merely brushing the skin there on his way to my left nipple. His teeth capture it before his hot mouth tugs on it.

“Fuck,” I breathe. The combination of his hand squeezing my tit and his lips sucking the sensitive skin makes my eyes roll into the back of my head. “Please,” I beg, but I’m unsure what for. For him to undress? Undress me? Release me from this intolerable build-up?

“I know, baby, lie back,” he says, sensing I need all of the above as he slides down his pants, keeping his boxers on for now. He removes my panties and moves between my legs.

A low moan leaves my throat when he sucks on my right nipple, and I let my head fall backward onto the mattress. Our bodies feel close but the stupid fabric of his underwear is in the way. My hands reach for the waistband of his boxers, and I tease him by running my index finger along the line of hair that leads to his cock. I need him to feel the same amount of aching, the same shivers that run down my spine.

Gabriel pulls away, and even though I know he is only doing it to remove his underwear, I want to complain. The loss of his touch drives me crazy, and I almost sigh when his mouth moves back onto my skin. He pins me down on the bed and slips his tongue into my mouth until I moan.

“Put on a condom,” I say, breathless and impatient.

Gabriel leans away from me again, almost breaking skin contact entirely when his hands leave my body. The only parts of him touching me are his legs. I look at him to see what he’s doing and find him staring at my body, his eyes shifting up and down. His erection makes me ache even more, but I’m worried about his serious expression.

“What’s wrong?” I ask him, and his gaze drifts to mine.

“Are you sure you’re ready? I don’t want you to feel pressured,” he admits in a low, quiet voice, and I sit up in bed.

“I’ve been ready for a while. Don’t make me wait any longer,” I reply, taking his hand in mine.

Gabriel means more to me than I’ll ever understand and having sex with him is going to be a whole new experience, one I’ve craved for a long time. I’ve never wanted this as much as I do with him.

He smirks at me before he moves off the bed to get a condom from his pants. He hands it to me, and I rip open the small package. Gabriel’s cock is a lot bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with, which adds to both my nervousness and excitement.

I slide the condom down his length, making him suck in a sharp breath as my fingers roam over his erection. I lean back once I’m done and satisfied with my work, looking at Gabriel, who is watching me. The smile on my face seems to be contagious because he returns it.

His hands slide back onto my breasts, squeezing them before he pinches my nipples. My back arches off the bed to get closer to him, desperation seeping out of me in the form of a whimper. One of his fingers trails all the way down to my clit, running over the swollen area while a satisfied smirk settles on his lips.

“I’m yours, mon tournesol,” he says, aligning his cock with my dripping entrance.

“And I’m yours, mon soleil,” I reply, and he places his hands on my angled legs, one of them sliding onto my lower abdomen.

“Relax for me, baby,” he says before he slips inside of me, causing an uncontrollable gasp to escape both of us.

Having him this close to me is the sweetest feeling, and I never want it to end. Gabriel seems to feel the same way because, for a brief moment, he is still. I pull his head down and place a kiss on his lips as we lock eyes. My hips lift slightly to animate him to do the same, and he complies.

Every movement feels better than the one before, and I want more, no, need more of him. His scent, the skin contact, and his kisses threaten to overwhelm me, but my moans allow me to relieve some of the build-up. My chest is on fire and every time he touches me, the feeling intensifies. I feel whole in a completely new way; it’s addicting.

My brain can’t form a coherent thought anymore, but I don’t mind. His thrusts are deep then shallow, hard then soft, fast and slow. The switches have my head spinning and my body consumed with pleasure. I’m a moaning mess underneath him as our movements harmonize and my nails dig into his arms. Whenever he speeds up, my body naturally adjusts to his rhythm as if we’re two pieces of the same machine. Gabriel is moaning my name over and over again, which only makes me enjoy everything more.

“You feel so good, chérie, so fucking good,” he whispers into my ear before he nibbles on my lobe. He pushes my legs further apart, going deeper than before.

“Shit,” I breathe because Gabriel has me feeling a type of way I’ve never experienced. I’ve had sex, but it never felt like this. Nothing has ever felt this fulfilling.

The friction between us loads me with energy as he manages to push against the perfect spot inside of me with almost every thrust. The tension in my stomach escalates, and I grab his arms even tighter for support. I wrap my legs around his hips, letting him go deeper and faster. His mouth moves back onto my nipples, his pumps never losing pace. The build-up gets closer and closer to my release, which I know Gabriel senses when he presses down on my stomach again, going as fast as possible.

“Gabriel,” I scream and arch my back off the bed as the orgasm finally takes over my body, making it tremble.

My nails dig into his biceps as my breasts press against his torso. Gabriel continues his movements until he spills into the condom, his legs shaking and his arms barely holding him up. He stays on top of me for a bit longer, and I run my hands through his messy, curly hair.

“I love you,” I tell him, and he pushes off the bed again to kiss me.

“I love you.” I smile at him, and he pulls out of me. It feels weird, like part of me is missing now that he’s gone, but I push the feeling away, too busy bringing his mouth back onto mine.

A couple hours and a few condoms later, we’re both sweating and smiling. Gabriel leads me to the bathroom, kissing my shoulder and neck before walking over to the bathtub. He turns on the water, and I find a bottle called ‘bubble bath’ next to the sink. This hotel is a lot fancier than any I’ve ever stayed at. Gabriel pulls me toward the bathtub, and we get in before I can overthink how much money he spent on this weekend.

The water is warm, and the bubbles envelop our bodies with ease. I’m between his legs then, my back pressing against his front.

“Have you ever thought about marriage and children?” Gabriel asks after a while of silence, and my heart skips a beat. He kisses the side of my head and ear as his fingers run over my stomach.

“I’ve been so busy fighting for my dream and dealing with life’s curveballs, I haven’t had a moment to think about marriage,” I admit and feel him nod behind me. My eyes meet his as I turn my head. “But every moment with you allows me to breathe, to take a break from all of the pressure I constantly put on myself.” I stop, grinning at a realization floating into my head. “You are my pitstop,” I say, and he smiles.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“A moment of pause in an otherwise exhausting battle we call life where we get to recharge?” he asks, and I nod because it perfectly describes what I meant. “You are my pitstop too, chérie.”

His lips brush over mine, and I realize something that scares me all the way down to my bones. I can’t imagine getting married to anyone but him. When I picture my future, it’s us, and it terrifies me.

“Have you thought about marriage?” I ask, too curious if he feels the same way I do.

“Every day that I spent seeing or speaking to you,” he replies, and I sink further into his arms. “I’d love to marry and start a family with you in the future, if that is what you wanted too,” Gabriel says, and I close my eyes in response.

“How can you be so sure this is what you want?” His touch moves to my lower stomach, his hands running over my stretch marks there.

“Because in my short twenty-one, almost two, years, I’ve gone through hell seven different times. I barely have any family left, and you know what makes me hopeful? My career does, it makes me so damn happy I get to live my dream. The fact that one day I am going to be holding the championship trophy and I am going to make everyone proud does. But you know what else?” he asks, tilting my head to the side again to look into my eyes. “You, ma chérie, you make me beyond happy. So, yes, we are still young, but I have known what I’ve wanted for a long time.” A tear drops down my cheek, and he smiles at me. “We’ve got time, there is no rush. Maybe you’ll change your mind about me, maybe something will fall into our path and separate us. There is no knowing what the future holds, but I am dying to find out with you.”

“So am I.”

I lean my head back and against his shoulder, savoring every easy breath I get to take in his presence.

“Oh man, do you know what I just realized? I’d be marrying the weirdest guy on planet Earth. You know, considering how dramatic you are, and the fact that you laugh at your own jokes,” I say, but he starts tickling me for being mean.

I giggle and scream, begging to be released. Water is splashing everywhere, forcing him to stop sooner than he clearly meant to.

“Yes, and I’d be Mr. I’m-a-little-too-competitive, so we’re even,” he teases, but I cock an eyebrow.

“You love how competitive I am!” I defend, and he chuckles against my back.

“And you love when I laugh at my own jokes because you always join me,” he points out, and I can’t contain my laughter.

“Yeah, you’re right. We’re perfectly flawed for one another,” I reply, and he kisses my cheek.

“For one another only.”