by S. N. Garza
“Gabriel. Please. Please. I need you, Gus.”
Then suddenly he’s right up above me, his thick length unsheathed, and he strokes the head over my sensitive slit. Flicking over my clit wildly, driving me crazy.
“Gabriel! Please!” The sexual teasing always drives me insane. I love it, but I want to feel him inside me.
“You want this big dick inside you, Willow?”
I moan, gripping and bunching the material of my skirt before breathlessly telling him, “Yes.”
“How bad you want it, baby?” And he smacks his erection down on my clit, causing me to cry out.
“FUCK! Gabriel, stop teasing me.”
His arrogant chuckle fills the now warm truck and when I find his gaze, they’re dark pools of green. “Tell me how bad you want my cock inside you, Willow.”
“I want it inside me, Gabriel. Now.”
“That’s not what I want to hear, baby.” Then he caresses the crown of his shaft over my slick center and strokes it slowly up and down, teasing my entrance with slow, short thrusts.
“I want your cock so bad, Gus. Fuck me. Whenever you’re ready.
“Only mine, right?”
“Yes. Only yours.” I’m breathless; dying for him to fill me.
“Always mine?”
I reach up and cup his face, making sure he’s looking right at me. When his eyes catch mine, I take a deep breath and with confidence, tell him, “Yes. Always.”
On a growl, he rips off his shirt and slowly as he pleases, he pushes inside me until he’s buried to the hilt. It’s like two pieces finally become whole again. He doesn’t hurry our lovemaking. He slowly pulls out, then it’s torture how slow he pushes in where I feel every thick, hard inch of him shunt deep.
I can barely catch my breath. “Gabriel.”
“Fuck. I love it when you say my name so breathy like that. Like I’m the only one in your universe.”
“You are. Please, Gabriel. I want more. I need more, Gus.”
This dark, sensual smile forms on his face. One hand lifts my leg over the console, so I’m spread wide open for him and he pushes up on one foot on the floorboard and he withdraws, only to shove himself deep inside me. Hard. So hard and deep I feel him in my stomach. Then it’s all hard drives and fast kisses to my lips as he powers inside me. Giving no quarter.
“Yes! Oh, Gabriel. Just like this.”
“That’s what you needed, isn’t it, Willow? My cock pounding deep inside your sweet little gushy, baby. God, you’re so fucking hot and tight. So wet. You get so wet for me, baby. Take my cock, Willow. You like that?”
I moan, unable to speak as he smacks into me. My head is slightly hitting the door but honestly, I couldn’t imagine anything better in this moment than him coming over me, one hand on the window frame above my head and the other clamped down on my hip as he lifts me off the seat and stabs into me with deep thrusts.
“Tell me how much you like it, Willow.”
“Yes. Yes! I love it. I love it, Gabriel. I love… I love it.”
Oh, my God. I almost told him I loved him. And dammit. He notices. He stalls his movements. Stays buried deep as his forehead, slick with sweat, begins to lick down his face in rivulets.
“What were you going to say?”
I focus on his face, which is intensely focused on me with a tight, clenched jaw. His eyes burning holes right into me. “What?”
He pulls out almost all the way, then shoves deep inside me. “You know what. Tell me.”
“No. It’s too soon. We barely know each other.”
He roars his frustration and then proceeds to fuck me without mercy. Relentlessly jerking into me without a care. And I get he’s mad at my holding back, but all that eclipses when my body begins transcending higher and higher. I want to come and I’m so close.
Just when I’m ready to explode, he pulls out quickly.
Wait. What?
“Gabriel?”
His eyes are two black pools of sensual fire. The flames lick over my nerve endings like a branding.
“Can’t tell me? Then no fucking ‘O’ for you.”
“Wait a minute? What!”
He pushes back, reaches for his shirt he threw over the front seat. He’s about to pull it on when I reached up and yanked it from his hands.
“Excuse me? What are you doing?”
“I am getting dressed. Then going back to the game. The guys are probably wondering where I am anyway.”
I can’t believe what is happening. “You’re kidding me, right?” I scoot back and shove my skirt down, suddenly feeling more naked than I’ve ever felt before and I still have most of my clothes on.
All because I won’t tell him I love him? He’s crazy! Not only have we known each other for only two months or so, but a person shouldn’t say I love you in the heat of the moment. It should be felt from the heart. Not in a moment of lust-dazed, dream-landing. I do love Gabriel, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to go to the next level just yet. What if he doesn’t say it back? I can feel this onslaught of shame begin to overwhelm me and I know I’m close to tears. If he’s really doing this… if he leaves right now, I might cry.
He pulls the shirt over his head and tucks his extremely hard erection back in his pants.
“Gabriel.” I push up, sitting right in the seat. “I—
“I don’t want to hear any fucking excuses. You have Alann panting all over you. Every fucking day I have to watch you hang out with him. Then this shit? I see how that fucking boy looked at you. I’m sure seeing you look like you’re sex personified made him hard for you. Probably how half the guys here are probably looking at you. Now that you’ve had sex, you’re not so innocent, are you?”
I’m speechless as he gets out of the truck, slamming the door in his wake. Leaving me here. Alone. And dammit, the tears come full blast and a sob leaves my lips.
Shame riddling throughout my entire body.
I sit up, watch as he walks away, shoving his hands in his hair. Angry. I don’t know what made him say those things to me. I didn’t do anything wrong.
I try and straighten up and see my panties on the floor and I feel disgusted. What had started out as a fun, amazing night has now turned to complete crap.
I can’t put those back on. Is this a turning point for us? He’s getting butthurt because I didn’t profess love-everlasting? I love him. I love him deeply, but I hadn’t planned on saying it during sex. I wanted it to be a special time. When we’re lost in each other’s eyes or something romantic. And I’m also scared shitless. What if he doesn’t say it back?
I get out of his truck and put myself back to rights. I feel sticky and wet between my legs and there’s no napkin or tissue in his truck for me to clean myself with. More shame burns through me. I look in the passenger side mirror and wipe away the sudden onslaught of tears and try to cool myself before I get too red and swollen around my eyes. Not that it matters. I hook my purse over my shoulders and walk the opposite way. No way am I going back in there. I’ll die of shame and embarrassment. I’ll look like all the other girls who want him. Desperate. And I’ll never lower myself to that level.
I’m so stupid. I’m beginning to reach into my purse for my phone, so I can call an uber when my phone buzzes with a text.
Alann: Hey, I see Saint, where you at?
Me: I think I’m going to head home.
His answer is immediate. Where is he? I thought he was playing. I heard when I got out of the truck people cheering.
Alann: What did that douchebag do?
And I can’t help getting angry.
Me: Just being himself. I need space. I don’t want to be around a crowd. I might go home and see my uncle.
Alann: wait, I’ll take you.
Me: How are you texting me? You have a game! Where are you?
Alann: And you’re my friend. They’ll be fine without me. Besides, the cats out of the bag. I need some space too.
Me: I don’t want you to get into trouble. Not o
ver me.
There’s nothing but silence as I walk toward the road. Then my phone lights up with Alann’s face, trying to FaceTime me.
“Alann. You have a game.”
“Your eyes are all red. Asshole made you cry. I’m taking you out of here. I’m coming. I see you.”
I look up to see Alann skirting through the vehicles towards where I’m standing. When he gets in front of me, I can’t help but burst into tears.
He grabs my biceps and hauls me into his arms. “It’s okay. Fucking douchebag. Let’s go. We’re winning and there’s no way they’ll catch up. Come on. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
With his arm around my shoulders, he leads me to his Mustang and put me into the passenger seat.
He’s still in his uniform, all bulging muscles and gear, and jogs to the driver’s side, pulling off his jersey, gear and throwing them in the back before climbing in and starting the car. He’s shirtless, but I’m not really caring about all that. I still feel… lost. Confused. Shamed.
“Don’t you need your stuff?”
“My wallet is in the console.”
“That’s not very smart. Someone could break-in.”
He laughs at this and gives me a roll of his eyes. “I don’t think so. Just like Saint, no one’s going to touch me. Or what belongs to me. My secret… isn’t so secret anymore. So many years and I’ve been able to keep it under wraps. And now…”
“I swear I didn't tell anyone.”
He laughs, by its without rancor. “I know, Will. It was… my ex. He came to the game and pretty much demanded to see me as we were walking back out. Everyone saw. No one knew, until you. I still wonder how you got that out of me sometimes. You’re pretty shrewd, you know that?”
“That’s what happens when you have a parent who’s a private eye. I can pry the deepest, darkest secrets out of most people.”
“Just not Saint, right? I can’t believe—actually, yeah, I can believe it. He and the douchebags are nothing if not true to their name, I’m just sorry it happened to you. Especially after he tried coming after me. He’s all caveman, she’s mine, she’s mine and then he does this shit to you. I’d say you’re too good for him. That he doesn’t deserve you, but I won’t. Because I’m sure once he learns you’re not walking back into the stadium like a sad little puppy, he’ll come after you. And once he learns you ran off with me? Oh, yeah. He’s going to go all alpha douchebag on my ass. So, where we gonna go?”
“If you want, you can drop me off at the bus station. I want to go home. I want to get out of town for the weekend.”
“One. That’s not going to happen. Wherever you want to go, I’ll take you. And where’s home?”
“Brisbon. It’s like a four-hour drive, Alann. I don’t want you to go to all this trouble—
“Hey, we're friends, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then it’s Brisbon or bust, baby. Let Saint figure it out and see what he does. If he comes after you? Then there might be some hope for him after all. Because I promise you, Willow, if he doesn’t, he never really gave a fuck about you in the first place. And I know that’s a harsh truth to learn, but it’s better if it happens now before you develop deeper feelings for him.”
What if that’s already too late for that? I bite my lip, not able to respond. I know Alann means well, but he doesn’t know Gabriel like I do. Or as well as I think I do anyway. I’ve only known him for a few months. If he can’t handle this, how can…
“Oh, hell. You’re already in love with him, aren’t you?”
“I don’t really want to talk about it. It’s the reason why I’m crying.”
“What? You said it and he didn’t say it back?”
“Actually… I almost said it and when I didn't, he stopped while we were… and I think he wanted me to say it, but I didn't. I wouldn’t.”
“Why not?”
More tears well in my eyes. “Because, I’m sure he’s heard every single ho he’s banged say that to him. I’m not a ho and I want it to mean something for the both of us. And I'm not sure if it’ll mean anything to him. You know, deep down.”
“So, he wanted to hear it from you?”
“I think so. And when I wouldn’t… we… he stopped before we finished, and he left me in the truck.”
I can’t look at Alann while I’m talking about the broken sex Gabriel and I had. It’s so private. To me at least. For Gabriel? Who knows? He could be bragging to his friends about the freshman he bangs whenever he wants an easy piece. Now that we’ve had it, we do it… a lot. Like at every opportunity. How do I really know what’s going on in his mind? Maybe I never really knew him at all.
When Alann doesn’t say anything, I turn to see him looking out the windshield. A blank expression on his face.
“What?”
“You’re right. We probably shouldn't be talking about this.”
“What do you mean?”
“Willow, he’s totally going to come after you. I think he feels something for you he’s probably too chicken shit to admit. So, we’ll see. It’s Friday. It’s early. Let me stop at my apartment and change and we’ll leave. If it’s not too much trouble for you, I won’t shower until we get to your Uncle’s house; lest your possessive boyfriend come after you like an angry wolf and catch up to us before we can fucking breathe some fresh Grifton Falls free air. And knowing him lately, he will, and it’ll be like a raging flood in his wake.”
Within minutes he’s pulling up to his posh apartment complex and rolls down the windows, turns off the car. “I’ll be back quickly. And try not to worry.” Then he leans over and kisses my temple. “Just breathe. Everything will work out like it’s supposed to.”
“You really believe that?”
“Yup. I believe in Karma. She’s a bitch sometimes, but she always comes through.”
“Do you have a tissue or napkins in here?” I can’t help squirming. I feel all the wetness between my legs saturating my thighs and I hate the feeling—normally I don’t mind, but right now I feel used and worn out. Of course, Alann notices.
His brow raises and he looks right there. Right between my legs. Then back up to my face. “Yeah, in the dash. Are you… are you wearing underwear?”
“God, this is so awkward. Maybe I should go alone, Alann.”
“Shut up, Will. I’m your friend.”
“No, I didn’t want to put them back on after… I felt… dirty.”
“I got you, Will.”
Then he’s out and I’m left thinking about what he said. If Gabriel comes after me, it might mean he wants more than just some easy go-to girl for a bang-and-wang. Maybe he does feel more for me. I won’t know unless he does come after me. A part of me should know better. I shouldn’t want him after what he just did to me. He hurt me leaving like that.
I lean my head back and close my eyes. God, I feel exhausted and it’s barely eight o’clock. I look in the dash and thankfully there’s some napkins I try my best to clean myself up with and I chunk them in the bottom of my purse, feeling guilty for having enjoyed what we had been doing. That I really want to have even though he just hurt me.
My phone buzzes and I’m thinking maybe it’s Alann telling me he’s rethinking that shower.
Oh, my God. It’s Gabriel.
Eleven
Willow
Gabriel: Where TF R U?
Should I answer? Guess not since he’s rapidly texting me again.
Gabriel: Seriously. Where are you?
Then my phone rings with an incoming call. Nope. I hit ignore and take a deep breath. I don’t want to talk to him right now though. I’m not going to be that girl. Nope. I’m not going to give in to him like I’m sure all the other girls would. I’m sure they wouldn’t have left the parking lot. They’d stay in his truck like obedient little dogs. Or go to him begging him to forgive them. I didn’t do anything wrong. And at this moment, I’m not going to give in. Alann is right. If he comes after me, then we’ll talk. Not before. Maybe I do
need some space at the moment. Breathe GF-free air.
But it doesn’t stop him from texting though.
Gabriel: Did you just ignore my call?
He calls again and I just let it ring.
Gabriel: Really? I’m not joking. Where the fuck are you? I’m not playing Willow. I left you in my truck. And the fuck? You’re not wearing any panties? WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?
A few minutes pass and then those three little dots appear on the screen. And I’m sure he notices I’m reading them. Stupid iPhones.
Gabriel: YOU LEFT WITH WORSCH!!!! YOU BETTER NOT BE WITH HIM. I SWEAR TO GOD! WHERE ARE YOU?
Gabriel: I SEE YOU READING THESE. ANSWER ME.
Gabriel: RIGHT FUCKING NOW, WILLOW. ANSWER ME.
He calls again and I blatantly press ignore.
Another few minutes pass and I start feeling bad for not answering or texting back.
Gabriel: YOU’D GO TO HIM? YOU’D CHOSE HIM OVER ME? YOUR PUSSY IS WIDE OPEN AND ALL HE HAS TO DO IS… FUCK. HE’S DEAD. HE’S FUCKING DEAD WILLOW.
Guilt swamps me and more tears burn.
After that, I just turn off my phone. And thankfully, that’s when I see Alann jogging back to the car and he climbs in, takes a deep breath.
“Time to go. Took a quick shower. Ready?” He starts the engine, then turns to me.
He looks at me and I know how I must look. Panicked and pale. Red eyes with tears slipping down my cheeks.
