Gabriel's Naughty Game

by Madelynne Ellis

  The declaration sinks deep under my skin and forms a little shell of pleasure around my heart. Gabriel still wants me. He’s turned-on by my body, but I know there’s more to this than simple voyeurism, because there’s a niggle inside my brain. That knowledge eats away at me. It’s like a maggot in an apple core, bidding its time, waiting for someone to take that first deliciously crunchy bite.

  What game are you playing, Gabriel? I have to wonder.

  Chapter Two

  I’m anticipating a reprise of our fun with Nye the following Friday night, but when I arrive home it’s to find Gabriel in a smart suit rather than his jeans. He looks delicious with his wild hair slicked back and tamed.

  “We’re going out. Put your glad rags on, my sweet.”

  “Out! Bloody hell, I hadn’t noticed it was my birthday. Where are we going?” I ask as I pull off my coat. I’m already mentally assessing my wardrobe and trying to pick out something that won’t clash with his pale gray suit. Pink, lilac maybe. In the end I settle for black, a long, ankle-length affair, split at the side to the thigh, so that when I totter on my rarely worn heels the lacy top of my stocking shows. The tiny flashes of lace and skin draw Gabriel’s gaze. Although he tries to keep his expression neutral, I know he’s sneaking surreptitious looks and that the display arouses him.

  We dine by candlelight at a big downtown hotel, spending a small fortune on exquisitely presented portions, but my attention is never truly diverted by the food. I gaze in rapt fascination at Gabriel, loving the sly curl that forms over the center of his brow, the one that he tries so desperately to tame, like the rest of his dark glossy waves. The curl makes him look wicked, like a dark angel with an agenda.

  I wish I could fathom his plan.

  We slow dance after dessert and the hour grows late. Then instead of ushering me into a taxi once I’ve collected my shawl, he leads me by the hand into the elevator. “What? Where are we going?”

  “Up.” He presses the button for the bridal suite.

  Shit! My heart starts to thud. Did we just skip a few steps on the road to matrimony? Have I drunk so much I’ve forgotten him getting down on one knee? Is he going to propose?

  He smiles at me, bewitching, devilish, and I repeat my question. “Where are you taking me?”

  “Heaven, my sweet—as if you didn’t already know that.”

  Despite all his good humor, I’m shocked when he presses up tight to my back. The elevator is empty save for us, and mirrored on all three sides. Gabriel’s cock brands me with its heat through several layers of clothing. He’s hard, standing firm, and he rubs himself against the crease of my bottom not so much as if he needs the friction, but because he likes the flush his actions bring to my cheeks.

  “One day I’m going to take you like this.” His voice is a soft lullaby in my ear. “Out in the open where anyone can see. I’ll just raise your skirt.” His hands settle over my hips and bunch up an inch or so of fabric. It’s not hard to imagine him tugging up the rest, then releasing his fly and dipping his cock into my slick wet heat.

  His lips trace the contours of my collarbone, and his fingertips slip the strap of my bra off my shoulder.

  “Do you like the mirror?” he asks me. “Do you like that you can see what I’m doing to make you come?” His hand slips inside the split in my skirt and cups the swell of my pussy. I give a tiny sigh, followed by a squeak when his middle finger presses firmly against my clit. “I still prefer you naked. Take your knickers off, my sweet. Take them off and spread your thighs a little.”

  Naughty boy.

  Naughty me, because I shimmy out of my panties. Gabriel scoops them off the floor and shoves them into his breast coat pocket. There’s time for his fingers to spear through my curls again and find my clit before the doors open on our floor. I wail in disappointment, and then clamp my hands across my mouth and look out into the corridor in alarm. Thankfully there’s no one around to witness my distress.

  Gabriel takes me by the hand. There are only two doors on this floor, and he slides a key card into the first. The room beyond is decked out in crisp and blazing white. My heels sink into the deep shag pile carpet. The suite comprises a vast open-plan space. White voile covers the windows and rises and falls gently in the breeze from the open window. White faux fur throws cover equal snowy leather sofas and the bed, which is the size of the ocean.

  There are two splashes of color in the room. The enormous canvas of abstract swirls that hangs above the bed and the poker red length of Nye’s erect cock.

  In keeping with the theme, he too is dressed in white, in a three-piece suit and bow tie. The latter hangs undone around his throat. Besides that he is immaculate, save for his cock, which pokes crudely out from beneath his finery.

  “You want to watch again?” I turn to Gabriel.

  “A little more than that.” He plucks his phone from his pocket. “You’re not going to object to a picture or two?”

  Holy shit! He plans to photograph us fucking. Ought my future Google o’ meter be set on red alert?

  “Just a few little keepsakes for me.”

  I half nod, half shake my head. It’s still weird that he wants to watch me fuck another guy. I’d scratch his and her eyes out before I tolerated him near another girl. And now he wants to capture this in a billion pixels, maybe even video me.

  Gabriel shrugs off his jacket and slowly unfastens his tie. He’s standing opposite the bed, and for a split second I envisage him walking past me and climbing up beside Nye.

  Nye is bound, I realize. His wrists are both fastened with silk scarves to rings upon the headboard. I’m seeing Gabriel sink down and take Nye’s cock within his mouth.

  With a smile, I shrug off the fantasy. Only when I look at Gabriel, I’m not sure that’s all it is anymore.

  Is that what this is about? It’s not just me he’s watching, but Nye as well. Maybe I’m not the only one with the hots for our captive. Gabriel’s eyes are deep and fathomless, yet there’s an air of longing about him that speaks of a profound, almost unbearable ache. I blink and the moment has passed.

  “Ride him naked,” he insists. “But leave him dressed, and blindfold him. He doesn’t need to see.”

  Seems Gabriel wants this to be a private performance. Maybe that flash of insight was way off base.

  “You know if you just wanted to watch me masturbate, you could have watched me with a dildo. There was no need to go to quite this length.”

  “Don’t you want him, babe?” Gabriel sidles up to the side of the bed.” Aw, look, you’ll have him crying.”

  I’ve a suspicion there are genuine tears in Nye’s half-closed eyes.

  “Can’t you see how much he wants you?” Gabriel continues, and he steals my breath as he reaches out and touches the very tip of Nye’s cock with the briefest flick of his finger. “How long do you think he’s been up here waiting?”

  Good question. He didn’t fasten those scarves all by himself. I have to wonder too how he came to be so erect. Even if Gabriel helped him out with the scarves, whatever extras they might have indulged in wouldn’t still have him so eager now.

  “Tell her,” Gabriel instructs. He flicks another caress over the tip of Nye’s cock, and this time a thread of pre-ejaculate clings like spider silk to his finger.

  I’m expecting a recounting of the early evening; instead Nye’s words are full of longing. “I got hard the moment I heard you open the door. I’ve been thinking of you all week. It’s been pretty uncomfortable at work.” His confessions bring further heat to my already flushed cheeks. There’s a zinging in my veins that’s more than excitement; it’s a craving, a need. It tugs me forward as if there’s an invisible thread dragging me by the guts. There’s an irrevocable inevitability about this, and I can’t resist.

  Gabriel tugs down the zip of my dress and slides it from my shoulders, so that it drops and puddles around my feet. My bra follows, but not the shoes or the seamed stockings. He binds my hair up in a twist. “I want to see ever
y inch of your elegant neck.” Only then do I climb onto the bed and astride Nye, where I sink onto him slowly, so impossibly slowly, taking him inch by precious inch, with Gabriel holding Nye’s cock steady, so that when my pussy finally kisses Nye’s loins, Gabriel’s fingers are still there between us. He flicks his thumb against my clit as he withdraws, sending a spike of longing smashing straight into my skull. He does something equally wicked to Nye if the gasp he makes is anything to go by.

  “Maybe I need to gag you as well as blind you.” He leans down close to Nye’s side to whisper the threat. “How would you like that?”

  “It won’t stop me spilling my stuff in your girlfriend’s cunt. Does it get your balls knotted knowing she’s turned-on by me, huh, Gabriel? Can’t you get it up properly for her anymore? Is that why you need me to fuck her?”

  “Mate, you’ve no idea what you’re talking about. I can see her, you can’t. It’s me she’s looking at. It’s my games that are providing the pleasure. You’re just a tool, a means to an end.”

  “Stop it, Gabriel. Stop it, both of you.” I don’t understand why they’re both being like this. They are like two pissy stags fighting over territory. “Just fuck me, for God’s sake. One of you. Both of you.” I’m no longer really fussed over which.

  Nye starts bucking his hips. “Loosen these scarves and I’ll flip you over, give it to you nice and fast and really hard. My hand strays toward the bedpost, but Gabriel steps in between. He reclines upon the pillow, camera phone in hand, taking snapshot after snapshot, of my breasts and my thighs, of the junction where my body meets Nye’s and of our faces, and our taut, pleasure-seeking expressions.

  “Lean over and suck me, babe.”

  I tug down his zip and jerk him free of his pants. I suck him while gently rolling his balls in the palm of my hand. His eyes slowly close, so that he is no longer watching me. “Will you do something for me?” I ask, between drawing sighs from his lips.

  “Anything.”

  “Be honest with me.”

  “Babe, I’m always…” His voice cracks as I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock and tickle the sensitive slitted eye.

  “No, you’re not. You’re not always honest. You refuse to be honest about this.”

  “What am I not being honest about? Do you think I’m not aroused or getting pleasure out of this?” The sharp intake of breath he makes as he speaks reassures me that he is.

  “I think you’ve got the hots for Nye.”

  Gabriel’s smile stretches broad across his face. A chuckle rumbles low within his belly.

  “Are you going to deny you want to fuck him?”

  “Yes. Absolutely.”

  “Hey, I’m still here, you know,” Nye interjects. He doesn’t look remotely bothered by Gabriel’s rejection, more humored by it judging by the upturned corners of his mouth and the dimple in his cheek.

  “I haven’t forgotten,” I say, returning to him, as I roll my hips faster and plant kisses across his lips and chin. “I think he wants to fuck you.”

  “Then he’s just going to have to want, because he ain’t coming anywhere near my ass.” Yet, there’s a lighthearted note to Nye’s rejection that makes me suspect he’s not as averse to the idea as he makes out, and the way they flick glances at one another, well… I let my suspicions lie, and instead target my focus on contenting my two lovers. I have Gabriel where I want him. He’s not simply watching us anymore. I stroke his cock as I ride astride Nye. Then suddenly, in a seemingly snap decision, Gabriel unties Nye’s bonds.

  “Shower,” he orders. “Strip. Take her upright in there.” He virtually barrels us off the bed and tugs the jacket and waistcoat from Nye’s back. The three of us tumble naked into the bathroom. Gabriel pushes me up against the tiles in the shower stall. The cold seeps into my back, a sharp contrast to the heat of my lover’s body. He pins my wrists each side of my head, kisses me, and leaves a bite mark on my neck before he passes me to Nye and turns the spray upon us both.

  “You know I think I almost get his obsession with watching us.” Nye tucks a hand around my waist. He grins, clearly bemused by his own comment. “Seeing how he was with you just now is one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced. Look at you, you’re all flushed.” My breath is remains baited too; heart rate doubled. The spray falls onto Nye’s spiky hair and makes it gleam. Rivulets run down his forehead and onto his face. Fascinated, I follow the path of one fat droplet as it runs over his lower lip.

  Boy, does he have sensual lips; full and red and ripe for kissing.

  He moves a step closer and lifts my leg, hitches it up around his thigh, before clasping the plump swell of my bottom. “Did it turn you on when he touched me?” His voice is a soft, mesmerizing burr against my ear.

  It did. It did. I relive the moment, seeing the flick of Gabriel’s finger, the shock and pleasure in Nye’s face. Part of me wishes it had progressed a whole lot further. I’d love to watch Gabriel bring off Nye, may even go down on him.

  “I think your boyfriend is more than a little bi-curious, but not in the way you think. He’s not interested in me getting on all fours for him.”

  Is he not? I’m still trying to work this out, when Nye rubs his finger between my pussy lips. Two fingers push deep into my cunt while his thumb takes up the pitter-patter massage of my clit. The intimacy of the act is sudden and hot. I revel in the attention, arching my body to his, grinding myself against his hand.

  Gabriel is so right. I am a slut. I’m greedy for release. No longer am I prepared to keep my fantasies locked up inside anymore. I want them to be real, to experience the fear and trepidation, the passion and the bliss.

  Nye lifts me right up off the floor, bracing my back against the cool steamed-up tiles. I guide him inside with my fingertips, until we fit together perfectly, and then we buck together as much as our precarious balance will allow.

  I wonder if Gabriel is admiring the taut muscles of Nye’s firm arse, and how the muscles clench each time he thrusts into me. The snap of his camera works merrily in the background, capturing water droplets upon skin, the freckles upon Nye’s arm, and no doubt the way my breasts swing and jiggle. I remember he likes that best, although hell knows how he can see anything through the fog we’re generating.

  “Can’t keep this up.” Nye sighs into my shoulder, his rhythm thrown off-kilter by his pressing need to come. His lunges become sharper, swifter, until the heat of the moment overwhelms him and he comes, breathing my name into my open mouth.

  Gabriel walks to the edge of the stall and stands, legs spread, watching us. His erection is so hard and ruddy, it makes me bite my lip thinking it must be painful. Then I realize that I want him too. My body is still singing, and Nye is done in. Gingerly, he lowers my feet back to the floor.

  “Sorry, caught me off guard,” he murmurs. There’s nothing to forgive, because unprompted he falls to his knees and sets to work with his clever mouth.

  I cling onto him, my fingers threaded through the golden spikes of his wet hair, but my real focus is on Gabriel. The dark of his eyes is pronounced under the strip light and his mouth is locked into a prominent little pout like he’s sulking over some unfathomable slight. What is it? I mouth between jittery sighs. This boy is good with his mouth. Way good. “Ohh! Gabriel, you’re good to me.”

  The pout vanishes at once. “It’s not me working your buttons.” Both our gazes track down to Nye’s bobbing head. His tongue washes swiftly back and forth, and he sucks, kisses my clit, as though it is my mouth.

  “Yes it is. It is absolutely.” If it weren’t for Gabriel none of this would be real. It would still be fantasy fodder in the twisted depths of my mind. I’d still be convinced the wobbly cheeks of my arse were something to hate, not an asset built for a guy to hold onto.

  “Touch your breasts.”

  “Like this?” I cup the swell in my palms, then capture and release the nipples between my fingers and thumb.

  “Exactly like that. Keep doing it, baby.”


  It’s too much very quickly. The sensitivity of my nipples combined with the concentrated attention to my clit has me writhing up against the tiles, senses singing, every muscle straining toward release. The three points of my body are connected with fiery lines of arousal.

  “Back up,” Gabriel says, and I find he’s right up close, head tilted toward mine, ready to seize a kiss. At first I imagine his remark is to me, and wonder where he intends me to go since I’m already pinned against the wall, but it is Nye to whom the order is directed.

  Nye falls back upon his haunches, giving Gabriel all the space he needs. Immediately, Gabriel turns me. He presses me up against the glass door and enters me from behind. I cling to the soap dish for support, muscles in my legs straining, although I’m loving every moment of the pounding he’s providing. It’s rough and exquisite, and in seconds I’m hanging by a thread onto the shooting star that is my swelling orgasm.

  He rocks me.

  And as I see our reflection in the steamed-up glass, I notice Gabriel’s gaze is locked tight with Nye’s and realize that this isn’t just about watching—it’s also about being watched.

  Gabriel is an exhibitionist as well as a voyeur. He almost preens with pleasure, basking in the knowledge that another guy is watching him satisfy his lover.

  It brings a blush to my cheeks watching us fuck. Then Nye is somehow with us again, his tongue providing untold pleasure as my muscles squeeze tight around Gabriel’s cock. I come so hard that I swear ever nerve ending I possess is on fire. Not normally given to screaming, this time I can’t hold it back. I’m floating so high, I’m not sure I’ll ever find my way back down, and my boys seem content to keep things like that.

  It’s only later in the silent hour before dawn, as the boys lie asleep on either side of me, that it occurs to me there’s a problem with our deviant games. It’s not just lust I’m satiating here. My emotions run far deeper than that. I can’t speak for the other two, but there’s affection on my part—dare I admit it, even love—that leaves me terrified over what comes next.