Forgiving Gia (Rocker Series Book 2)

by Whitney, Gina

  He kneeled on the floor between my legs, positioning the basin, shaving cream, and razor neatly beside my thighs. Steamy wisps rose from the water. Thank fuck for that. The thought of cold water between my legs wasn’t inviting. Then again, it was Abel we were talking about.

  “Wrap your arms underneath your thighs and spread wide for me, Beauty.” I did so. He nodded once and opened the razor wide, laying it to the side. Abel grabbed the can of shaving cream, shaking it vigorously. The sounds of cream squirting into his palm sent a tingle right to my clit. A palm-sized amount was lathered onto my pussy, clear down between my cheeks. I swallowed hard. It was beyond intimate. A show of trust.

  “I’m going to shave you, my darling…going to shave your pussy clean. Then I’m going to spend the better part of the day showing it how very missed it was. Stay still and let me do this for you.”

  All I could do was nod weakly. What little I had learned about his lifestyle, I knew what he was doing was a symbolic gesture. There was beauty in his exercise of power. I was consensually giving him power over me. He needed my submission. In turn, he accepted it willingly. Returning it ten-fold with love—adoration. For me, it was a win-win situation. I got something, too. Something I never had in my life. Power…love…purity…joy.

  After lathering my pussy, he pulled both lips down as he took the first downward stroke in one clean movement. The razor was rinsed. In two more strokes, I was bare. But, he wasn’t done. He then separated one lip at a time to get the inner hair from each one. His face was free from worry. He worked methodically—intently. I steadied my breathing, counting to ten in my head. When his fingers reached my forbidden hole, I winced.

  “Breathe, baby. Just a little bit more. Now, be a good girl…turn over for me. Face down...ass up.” He said matter-of-factly.

  I knew if I were to submit, I’d have to check my humility at the door. He didn’t make it awkward, but that wasn’t what got to me. That was completely normal…expected even. Sigh. I turned over, sticking my ass high in the air. His deep breath was all I heard from him. He was soon back to his task…my ass. I realized he was caring for me the only way he knew how. Though, foreign to me, he needed it. I needed him. It was us giving to each other.

  He leaned in to inhale close to my pussy. A growl escaped his chest. I thought maybe he’d given up shaving for the time being. Nope. A man on a mission. Shaving cream was deposited in the crack of my ass. He used his index finger to apply it. Then his middle finger found its way into my pussy for a quick pump. He circled his finger, finding my g-spot expertly. As soon as I leaned into his finger, sighing, he removed it. The razor nearly scraped along my forbidden hole. He was very careful. I’d give him that. He pulled the razor gently down to finish his handiwork until I was finally bare to him.

  He smiled at his masterpiece, kissing both cheeks softly. Then he retrieved his iPhone and took a snapshot. I knew enough not to move or speak. He cleaned the basin and razor, placing them back in the bathroom. And then returned with a warm cloth to wipe any residue from my body.

  He crawled on the bed like an animal in search of its prey, stopping between my legs. “Lift that ass higher. Lean onto your forearms.”

  I dug my heels into the bed and pushed my bottom up, arching better than any cat putting that kitty where he wanted it—his face. No matter how high I arched my body, or how much I leaned back on my forearms as he instructed, I couldn’t quite reach him.

  “I’ll tell you what. You lean over. Meet me halfway,” I demanded back. I was not going to lose.

  He growled and I could tell my scent enticed him. “Push that sweet pussy into my face. If you can’t, I will find some other kind of torture,” he threatened as he leaned down, pressing his face into me.

  “I’ve missed you.” He stuck his tongue deep in me twirling it. Christ, he was circling my hole with his skilled tongue. “Mine,” he rumbled. I didn’t know if it was his wet pussy-kisses or my own juices running down my leg, but it felt cool like menthol. I shuddered hard and he chuckled. “Turn over and spread yourself to me. Let me see my cunt. I want to eat what’s mine.”

  He smacked my ass hard enough to leave his print.

  “Ow.” I flinched.

  “Ah ah ah…no words, baby girl, unless I ask for them.” He waited patiently until I turned over, baring my pussy to him with my ass perched high in the air.

  In position with my hands pulling my thighs back wide, I submitted and closed my eyes. God, I knew what was next. I relished it. And also despised it. I would be slowly tortured with that gorgeous, pierced cock of his. At that thought, a trickle was released. That did not go unnoticed, either. I was met with a raised eyebrow and decadent smile. Oh, fuck. My eyes betrayed me with a spark of passion. My pussy betrayed me, as I didn’t have control of that anymore as well. I controlled nothing in the situation. Only my willingness to submit. The caveman controlled my body. It no longer belonged to me. Truly, beauty being owned by the beast!

  “Open your eyes, Beauty,” he spoke gravely while stroking his shaft. My eyes focused on that bead of pre-cum winking at me. So close but yet so far. I licked my lips in anticipation. “You miss this baby?” He slapped my pussy lips with his hefty cock. I jumped instinctually, bracing for insertion. No such luck. However, I did know how hungry he was for me. He was solely focused on my pussy. Reaching down to capture the smell of my juices, his eyes closed as if it were nirvana.

  Nirvana. Fucking Nirvana. Her pussy was my kryptonite. My sunshine. My happiness. My world. And mine. I had a fine thread holding me to reality. She bared herself to me. Told me her truth. It fucking gutted me. I fought not to go berserk. Rage consumed every ounce of my body. Appearing to be calm wasn’t easy. Not at all. But I didn’t want to scare her. I wanted all her truths. The good, bad, and ugly. She’d been through enough in her short life. Fresh in my mind was her recent attempt on her life. A life that up until that moment I never realized I needed to sustain my own. She was my sustenance. Beauty didn’t have a clue just how true it was. She would come to understand fully in the coming days…months. I would make it up to her. That promise was my truth.

  “Do you want this, baby girl? You may answer.” I pussy slapped her with my cock.

  She jumped, eliciting a trickle of wetness. Her pussy was a thousand glistening diamonds. My eyes’ were held hostage in delight. My patience was threadbare. I wasn’t entirely positive I could or even wanted to deny either of us any longer. What I really wanted was to take her hard. Fuck my frustration. Fuck my anger…fuck my happiness out on her. I owed her more, though. However, I needed to do right by Beauty. She not only needed Abel the Dom. She needed Abel the man.

  “Yes, desperately,” she uttered solemnly and squeezed her legs, reassuring her grip. I saw how tightly she was wound. No one knew better than me.

  I leaned the head of my cock to line it up perfectly with the door to my nirvana. Fuck it! I was so rock-hard I didn’t need to hold it anymore. It pointed to where it wanted to be. I poked her hole with my Prince Albert. “Eyes on me, baby. You know the drill. You look elsewhere and you don’t get this,” I said with short jabs into her hole. She was wet as fuck.

  Her eyes snapped up, displaying fire. “Fuck you, you punishing prick. Fuck me already,” she commanded.

  I bellowed. I couldn’t help it. I missed her. “There’s my feisty fucking girl. What did I tell you about trying to top me from the bottom?” That time, I used my fingers to swat the naughty pussy.

  “Ugh, you fucking suck. You know that?” she sneered.

  “Yea, baby, I know. Watch how much I suck. Change of plans.” I laid down on the bed beside her. “Get on my face, Beauty. I want that pussy to suffocate me. I also want you to choke my cock down that bratty mouth of yours.”

  She hurried off the bed. My beauty sure was in a hurry to have my mouth on her again. She crawled over me, kissing my nose, mouth, flicked my nipple ring…until she was settled with her pussy over my face. I’d been dreaming of that sixty-nine since we split
. I watched below as she licked her lips, ready to dive onto my cock with her hungry mouth. But not before she looked around at me with a twinkle in her eye. You see, that right there…that’s a look that will be forever etched in my mind. My beauty loved my cock, as I did her pussy. What that little look was…I win. Either way I get your cock. For that, I wanted to put her over my knee. However, at that moment, all my wanted was to eat that lovely pussy above me. And so I did.

  Her legs trembled as I gripped her thighs, pulling her pussy on to my tongue. I flicked her clit with my tongue ring.

  “Ah, fuck. Tiny baby Jesus. When did you get that?” Her hot breath tickled my cock, causing a near eruption.

  I had to breathe deeply before answering. “Ahhh, I had it baby. Just put it back in your mouth, Beauty. Suck my cock before I explode all over that beautiful face,” I growled at her, just like the fucking animal I was.

  Hey, I’m but a man. I can only take so much.

  Those last few weeks had been a testament to my mental health. I was nearly rampant to get inside her. I went back to using my barbell as a battering ram. Each time I hit her clit, she leaked a delectable drop of juice into my mouth. I opened, taking it like the sacrilegious host it was to me. “Wider, baby. Open that sweet fucking mouth and take me deep. Spit on my cock. Lube my rings, Beauty.” I surged up into her mouth.

  Fuuuck. My girl took me deep. I sucked her clit, pumping two fingers while I did so. Beauty’s pussy had a nice suction. However, I wanted it sucking my cock. I could only thrust my hip harder. Pumped my finger faster. My teeth were biting her clit until she screamed my name so loud her voice went hoarse.

  I flipped her over in one move until she was on her back. I got to my feet, positioning my cock at her entrance. “I need to come while buried deep in you, baby. No mouth for me. I want that cunt squeezing me as I ride my way home. Intertwine your fingers above your head. Spread those gorgeous thighs.” I pulled her hard to the edge of the bed.

  I was done. Real fucking done. The scent of soap and pussy swirled through the air along with power. My power. My chest drew in a deep breath. Fuck. I hadn’t even started and I was spent in one breath.

  “Please,” she begged.

  At those simple words, I rushed forward, giving her two inches at a time. I waited before feeding her my rings. I swirled my hips, spreading her juices around my cock over and over again. Her eyes widened and then softened. I brushed a kiss to her lips before sinking home.

  She tilted her chin up to meet my gaze. “You are my titan. You are my heart. Please, never let me go.” She leaned up, locking her lips to mine. A warmth spread throughout my body like no other. It almost felt like it was the first time for us…for me. I couldn’t have been happier.

  “You’re my heart, Beauty.” I fed her the remaining inches of my cock until I was balls deep. I bottomed out, grinding my hips to each scream she produced. Electricity sparked to life, setting every nerve ending on fire.

  I was careening hard into an orgasm. I picked up a steady pace of breathing and pumping. Swiping her mouth with my tongue, I needed to taste her. She opened for me. I fought hard not to come. Fuck. It took every ounce of willpower not to explode in my pants. I opted to kiss her pretty little mouth. She fought, trying to dominate my tongue. She was a spitfire for sure. Even trying to top me with her kisses. I widened my mouth, nearly consuming her. I couldn’t get close enough. My orgasm built as hers ebbed. My pace never wavered. I brought my face close to her ear and my voice broke over the sounds of her moaning. “Baby, I’m going to come. When I tell you to, squeeze my cock with your pussy as hard as you can. Don’t let go.” I pumped harder.

  “I won’t, baby. I won’t let go.” She was breathless. It was beautiful. Her hair fanned out on the bedspread and I reached up to grab a fistful. Then, with the other hand, I pinched her nipple until she came again.

  “Ahh fuuuck, Beauty.” I pumped again. “Keep squeezing, baby. Keep squeezing my fucking cock.”

  She tightened her pussy walls and held. Her nails pierced my skin. Her pussy fisted my cock as I painted the inside of her walls with my come. Each jet of come inside her had me grinning. Marked and Mine. Mmm.

  I rested on my forearms to plant kisses all along the column of her neck. My fucking hand was hot and throbbing. I was in pain. However, she was worth every twinge of pain I was feeling. The best pain ever. There wasn’t a spot on Beauty I didn’t love. She was perfect. She returned the kiss along my jawline.

  “I’ve missed you, Abel.” Her voice was weak. Her body was flushed, and she pulled me closer.

  “I’ve missed you, too, Beauty. With all that I am, baby.” I held her gaze, not allowing her to look away. She needed to know. No. She needed to feel the demand in my voice. Energy still rippled through me as I removed my cock to lay next to her.

  “Can we stay like this forever?” She soothed my chest with her nails. Her head tucked safely in the crook of my arm. Our legs intertwined. Our hearts beating as one.

  “Whatever you want is yours, Beauty.” I kissed her forehead, meaning every last word. A primal demand to protect and keep her safe rose in me. Something I’ve never experienced. Losing her again would rip my heart out…break me. I had one option only. Give her anything her heart desired times one hundred. My heart squeezed at that notion. Finally, for the first time in a very long time, I relaxed. Our breathing slowed until our eyes closed…

  Loud knocking woke me. Surely, the band had to have known by then that we were together. Who would have the fucking gall to interrupt? I kicked on my pants while leaving my chest bare. Fuck. Someone was going to get a fist full of knuckles if they woke her. I leaned in to press a gentle kiss on her mouth before leaving to fuck up some motherfucker. Leaving the bedroom door slightly ajar, I made it to the front door in three strides. My fists balled and pulling my stitches wide.

  I swung the door open. “What, motherfucker?” I roared.

  My father smirked eyeing my clothes, or lack thereof.

  “Oh, sorry. I thought you were Ender or someone just as annoying.” I motioned for him to come in.

  He nodded and took a seat on the couch. “How is she?” he asked, raising his brow.

  I shrugged. “Sleeping and fine. Absolutely fine.” I nodded at the truth, taking a seat to his left.

  He rolled his eyes. Another first. “Listen, take care of her. And let her take care of you. Can you do that? I’m leaving. I have something pressing that needs my attention.” He stood and brushed his pants.

  There was something more. I knew he was hiding something. But what? It wasn’t the time for that conversation. Not with Gia in the next room.

  I stepped up to him, offering my hand. “Thank you, pops.”

  He moved in to give me a man-hug and a hard pat on the back. We both nodded. And without uttering another word, I led him out the door.

  “Oh, son. Please tell your lovely goodbye. I promised I’d say goodbye.” He smiled warmly, but there was a glint of something in his eye.

  “Of course. I will tell her as soon as she wakes up,” I said and closed the door. I re-opened it to put the “do not disturb” sign on the knob. That should be enough of a hint.

  I entered the bedroom, closing the door behind me. The need to draw her close to ease my instinctive need was overbearing. I was one fucked rocker. I watched her sleep for a few seconds before she stirred. My phone buzzed on the nightstand and I leaped for it as it cracked to life. A text.

  Chance: Just a reminder you have studio time. I myself think you should take the night. The band wants you since you’ve been #MIA #4WEEKS ;(

  Me: No worries. I feel remarkably good. We will be down shortly

  Chance: Sigh…we;) xoxo

  I rolled my eyes. Chance was my man, even if he was gay. To me, he was as close to a brother as the band was. We were tight. I trusted him with my life. Often times, it came to that, too. Fucking guy always had my back.

  “Abel? What time is it? God, I’m sorry I fell asleep. Between you and
the bath…I guess it put me in a mini-coma.” She giggled.

  Fuck…that laugh. I missed it as much as I missed her sweet pussy.

  “Long story short, I’ve been fucking up bad with the band lately…since, you know. They want to practice. I owe them everything. I owe you everything…”

  She stood and placed a finger to my lips. “You can have us both. I will throw something on. Give me a few minutes. Be right back.” She leaned up, planting a kiss to my cheek.

  I watched her nice ass walk to her luggage to retrieve something. I sat still on the bed just watching her move. With ease, she flitted around the room while humming to herself. I moved to the bathroom, wanting to freshen up, but not wash Beauty off. I washed my face running some warm water into my hair. I decided to leave it wet. Beauty handed me a towel. It was effortless. Ebb and flow. It felt right. Normally, I was fucked-up on life, but that no longer held true. I was fucked-up on Beauty. My newest addiction. One I prayed didn’t kill me.

  “You ready, caveman?” She chuckled, showing off a smile that stole the sun.

  “I am, baby girl.” I stepped closer. “Careful, little one. That smile is getting my cock hard. I’m two seconds away from burying it deep in you again. I will never be sated of that pussy. That, you can take to the bank…flat the fuck out.” I licked the side of her face. Mine.

  “Ugh. You’re a gnarly caveman motherfucker. You know that, right?” She beamed. She wanted to sound put-off, but that smile was way too bright.

  “Ready?” I asked while walking us to the door. Not that I was giving her any time to think. She was with me no matter what. I just prayed it was smooth sailing from there on out.

  “Always…for you.” She squeezed my hand. A flush spread across her cheeks. My fucking girl. It felt real fucking good to have her at my side again. That time, it was for keeps.

  We walked through the studio door. Everyone’s eyes were glued to our joined hands. Then, to the smiles on our faces. Cheers and whistles went up in a cloud of celebration.