28 comments/ 55840 views/ 79 favorites Firsts Ch. 01 By: TheKiss Author's Note: This is my first submission, and all comments are welcome. All characters are 18+ at the time of any sexual acts. Huge thanks to coloryourworld for her essential editing help. Firsts Ch. 01 I had just found a little hollow release in smashing some avocadoes for the guacamole when Gabriel said, "Take it easy Kes, what'd those avocadoes ever do to you? By the way, the beans are done, do you want me to stick the tortillas in?" "Sure." I replied, easing up on the decimated fruit. "Why don't you set up the table? Don't call them yet though, it's not ready," I added, referring to the ravenous dogs sometimes mistaken for my brothers. As I cut up another tomato for the salsa, I watched Gabriel move confidently around the kitchen. Gabriel was a good cook, I knew. Luis told me he learned to get girls. I started to imagine him cooking a romantic meal for a woman, seducing her with his skill in the kitchen. Then I started think about what would be 'eaten' for dessert. I started thinking about kissing Gabriel, running my hands over his hard muscled shoulders, down his back, pulling off his shirt... "Shit!" I yelled, sticking my bleeding finger into my mouth. "What happened Kes? Are you okay?" Gabriel asked, rushing to my side, concerned. "I'm fine. The knife just decided to get revenge for what I did to the avocado," I said, flashing a weak smile. Gabriel frowned. "Let me see." His voice brooked no argument, and I gave him my finger. He peered closely wiping it with a clean towel, wet from the sink. "It doesn't look to bad, but you'll need a band-aid." Then he did something I didn't expect. He lifted my finger to his mouth and gave it a kiss. That one chaste touch sent lightning shooting though my veins, and it was all I could do not to moan out loud. "There, all better," he said, his voice low. He stepped back, and added, "Why don't you go patch up that finger, and I'll finish up here." Wordlessly I moved off, to out of it to do anything but follow instructions. "Don't forget anti-biotic cream," He added. For that one moment, they were the sexiest words I had ever heard. Firsts Ch. 01 Back to 'Princess' again. That's why he sounded weird. He was pissed that I had him figured out. He's probably used to girls begging him to give them a second chance. Well, not me, I thought, feeling vaguely pleased with myself. I had done it. Finally proved that my feelings for him were just a silly little schoolgirl crush. I didn't need him anymore. I was a twenty-first century woman who didn't fall for every hot guy she kissed. So why do I what to chase after him? Shit! Firsts Ch. 02 Ch. 02: Gabriel Author's Note: Sorry this took so long! Hopefully the next chapter won't be as long in coming. Thank you for all the wonderful feedback, I'm so glad you guys like my story. Check my profile page for updates. As always, all comments are welcome. All characters are 18+ at the time of any sexual acts. Huge thanks to coloryourworld, azraeyl, and alwaysup4u2004 for their essential editing help. This chapter was written from Gabriel's POV, and repeats some of the previous chapter, but the rest is new. Lyrics are 'Mr. Brightside' by The Killers. Enjoy. Firsts Ch. 02 What the hell, Gabriel thought. It's too late for dinner, and Becca's always good for a night of fun. It might be just what I need to get my mind off of...her. "Get in." Firsts Ch. 03 Author's Note: Well, at least it didn't take three months this time! Thanks again for all the great feedback! I know Ch.02 wasn't quite as good (or long) as Ch.01, but I felt it was important to show Gabriel's side. But now we're back to Kes, and just to reward you for you patience, I give you: SEX! Thanks to coloryourworld and warrior_wolf for editing. Check out my blog for updates. All comments welcome! Enjoy! Firsts Ch. 03 As I was drifting off, I felt him pull out of me, and then he gently rolled me so he was on his back and I was lying on him. He wrapped his arm around me and murmured into my hair, "I hope I wasn't too rough," "Mmmmmm," I murmured back, still unable to perform simple speech. I felt his laugh rumble through by body. "I'll take that as a no then," I nuzzled his neck as answer. Just before the dark void of sleep claimed me, I heard him mutter, "Thank you, Babe." Firsts Ch. 04 Author's Note: Thanks to coloryourworld and warrior_wolf for editing. This is another chapter from Gabriel's POV, but I think it's better than the last one. Thanks for the great comments and feedback so far! All reviews are welcome, as always. The lyrics are 'Jealous Guy' by John Lennon. Enjoy! Firsts Ch. 05 Author's Note: Once again, sorry about the wait! Chapter 5 was supposed to be the last chapter, it turns out there's going to be at least two more. Go figure. Check out my blog for updates and excerpts of coming chapters and stories. Thanks to coloryourworld and warrior_wolf for editing, and to TangledinYou for loving Gabriel almost as much as I do. Thanks to everyone who gave reviews and feedback on the last chapter, it's always appreciated! Enjoy! Firsts Ch. 05 He still held me against the wall, both of us breathing hard as I clung to his broad, sweat-slicked shoulders. We stayed like that for minutes, hours, I couldn't tell. All I felt was his solid body pressed against mine, his ragged breath against my neck, his face buried in my now-loose hair. "Uh, Gabriel?" I whispered finally. "Umm?" he grunted, sounding asleep on his feet. "My leg is getting cramped," I replied quietly. He didn't move, but I felt his body shake with laughter. "Well, it is," I grumbled. He finally lifted his head, pressing a quick but hard kiss against my lips before pulling back, a huge grin on his face. "Sorry, Babe." Still inside me, he moved us away from the wall, then laid me gently on the bed, slipping out with a sad groan as he did so. He lay down next to me on the bed, his jeans still loose around his hips. "What was it you wanted help with anyway?" he asked, turning his face towards me. I felt my already flushed face begin to burn. "I...uh, well. That is..." I covered my face in embarrassment. "I was horny and I told Mandy at work and she told me I should call you for a booty call and then you were here and I'm sorry if you're mad and..." I trailed off as he gently pried my hands away from my face. "Are you mad?" He smiled. "At being your booty call? Nah, just so long as I get to call you if I find myself in a similar fix." I gave a very un-ladylike snort. "Like you'll ever be without a date. You just snap your fingers and the girls come running." "Yeah, but they're not you," he said softly, stroking my cheek and looking deep into me with his jewel-green eyes. I opened my mouth to say something, but he spoke before I could. "You're brothers will be home soon, we've got just enough time to have a shower." I closed my mouth and blinked. That can't be right. I turned my head and looked at the clock. "What are you talking about? Tommy and Luis won't be back for an hour, and Matt's not due back 'till seven. An hour's plenty time for us to both have a shower." "But it's what I'm planning to do to you while we're in the shower that will take so long," he said, his voice low. "We?" "Yeah, 'we'." He grinned. Oh, my! "Are you coming?" he asked from the door, not waiting for the answer. "Soon," I whispered, my eyes wide as I followed him to the bathroom. When we were under the hot spray, he sent my blood boiling, washing me from top to bottom, and then standing back to let me do the same to him. By the time I reached his waist, he'd lost his patience. He spun me around, and placed my hands on the wet tiles, pulling my hips towards him and slipping inside me oh-so-slowly. It was nothing like the previous time, his pace was slow and steady, and the difference in angle made him feel so different. With one hand, he massaged my ass, and the other slipped round to draw lazy circles on my clit. The pressure built quickly, and I began to rock back against him, trying to increase the pace. But as I was about to climax, he slowed down, moving torturously slow, his pace enough to keep me burning, but not enough to make me come. At first I thought it was an accident, but when he did it two more times I realised he was playing me, trying to make me beg. I refused. I stood there, knees shaking, fingers scraping the tile, mouth clamped shut against the pleading words threatening to break free. His hand on my ass dipped, and his thumb began to rub gently against my back hole, matching the slow circles on my clit. I tensed; unsure of what he would do next, unsure of what I wanted him to do next. I was more than willing to try anything once with Gabriel, but I wasn't sure I was ready for anal just yet. But he didn't push, just continued rubbing gently over the tight ring, and the feeling was...intriguing. Again, a felt my climax building, and again, I was unwilling to let him know how much I wanted it. Unfortunately for my pride, my body wasn't listening, and I began to whimper with every thrust. Apparently, it was enough for Gabriel, because instead of slowing down, he began to thrust faster, letting go and thrusting me into the wall like before. Seconds later we both came, more intense than I had felt before, and I realised that all the build-up was worth the wait. After we towelled off and got dressed, Gabriel went in search of sustenance while I dried my hair. When I was finished, I went downstairs and found Gabriel on the floor watching TV, his back against the front of the couch. He looked up with a smile when he saw me coming. "I called for pizza, Giordano's. I got enough for everyone." "Cool. How long?" I asked flopping on the couch next to his head. "Half hour," he replied. I twisted in my seat, hooking my legs over the back, my spine against the seat, my head tipped over the edge, watching the TV upside down, just like I did when I was a kid. "So, how about Friday?" he asked suddenly. I turned my head to the side, our faces only inches apart. "For what?" I asked, puzzled. "I want to see the new Jet Li movie, and I need a date." "What? I thought... You mean like a real date and not just going to your place or something?" I asked. I thought when we made our 'arrangement' earlier, he just meant...well, sex. "Yeah," he replied, twining his fingers in my loose hair. "What, you're gonna turn down me and Jet Li?" My lips nearly touching his, I replied, "I could never turn down Jet Li." He growled playfully, then kissed me slowly, the difference in angles making his mouth feel deliciously different under my tongue. When we parted, my lips felt all puffy and throbbing and Gabriel's eyes were shining. Knowing my brothers would be home soon, I felt the need to say something, wanting to avoid future problems. "Gabriel, there's something you should know. Last night I was with Danny, we...had sex." Gabriel froze next to me. "It was awful. I didn't...y'know, and he could tell. We broke up. It part of the reason why I called you today. He and I are definitely over, I just thought it would be better if I told you, considering what happened with Ben." He didn't say anything, just looked at me, his eyes unreadable. Knowing that it needed to be said, I continued. "I'm sorry if I made you feel used the first time we were together, or today for that matter, it wasn't my intention. The night we spent together, it was important to me too, and I'm glad my first time was with you. I know I could have handled things better with Ben, but I honestly didn't mean to upset you," I finished. After a moment, he nodded. "If you find another boyfriend, or you get back with Ben or Danny, you have to tell me. I don't sleep with other guy's girls." I nodded in return. "Okay, so I'll pick you up at seven?" he asked, flashing me a smile. "Yeah, but I'll just be getting off work, so you'll have to pick me up from there," I replied, remembering I was supposed to lock up on Friday. He nodded, quickly letting go of my hair as Luis and Tommy came bounding through the front door. Firsts Ch. 05 She was right. Regardless of her motives, everything she said about Gabriel was the truth. From the start, our 'romantic' relationship had been purely physical. I may have feelings for him, but for Gabriel I was just another one of his fuck buddies. That's what I had agreed to. I knew the kind of guy he was when I got involved with him, but for some reason it was just occurring to me what that really meant. One day, he'd get bored with me, just like all the others, and he'd move on. Becca, someone else, that didn't matter; either way, my heart would be braking. Because somewhere along the line, my silly little crush on Gabriel had grown into full-blown love. I loved him. At the same moment, I knew that what Becca had said didn't matter. Even if I was only a passing fancy for him, I'd take what ever I could get, and deal with the fallout later. Because I loved him. Firsts Ch. 06 Author's Note: Okay, here's Chapter 6, and be warned! The next one is the last, at least for now. Thanks to coloryourworld and warrior_wolf for editing, and to TangledinYou for distracting me when writer's block has me one step away from flinging my laptop out of the window. And a HUGE thanks to everyone who has posted comments, voted and sent me feedback. The lyrics are 'Dirty Little Secret' by All-American Rejects. Enjoy! Firsts Ch. 06 She liked him, sure. They were close friends, and there was no denying the chemistry, but she had seemed happy enough with the fuck buddies thing. He wasn't sure she wanted a serious relationship at this point in her life. He wasn't exactly her type either. Her past dates and few boyfriends had all been the smart, bookish or arty types. He was just a grease monkey. He wasn't ashamed of it, he worked hard, but he wasn't what she normally looked for in a guy. The idea of just asking her did cross his mind, but if she didn't feel the same, the he would look like a complete idiot, and things would be awkward forever between them. No. He would just wait, bide his time, looking for a clue as to how she really felt about him. Play it cool. His chance to observe her came sooner than he'd thought, sooner than anyone would have thought. He was filling out a purchase order when Juan bellowed at him from the main floor. "DEMACHI!!! I GOT A CALLOUT FOR YA!" "Send Randy, he's on truck duty today!" he shouted back, not interested in driving to the middle of nowhere because someone didn't know how to change their goddamn tyre. "NAH!" Juan yelled back, then quietened as he noticed Gabriel standing in the doorway, three yards from where he stood. "This one's for you, Kes's car crapped out again, and this time she can't even get the engine to turn over. Definite tow. You got it?" "Sure." It didn't take him long to find her, despite the fact she was literally in the middle of nowhere, not a gas station in sight. She was sitting in the shade of her old Honda, her eyes closed, her long legs stretched out in front of her, tanned skin gleaming thanks to her shorts. Her hair was damp around her face, sticking in curls to her cheeks. Her hands were in her lap, cradling her cell phone. She didn't move as he pulled up in front of her, didn't even look up as his door slammed shut behind him. He stood, watching her for a moment. He had never really had a chance to watch her when she was asleep; she usually left before any actual sleeping was done. He watched her dark lashes flutter against her flushed cheeks as she dreamed; watched, perhaps with more than simple curiosity as her chest rose and fell with each deep, even breath she took. He hardly wanted to wake her, but his wicked side broke though, and he decided to have a little fun. He crouched down next to her, trying to make as little noise as possible and being very careful not to cast a shadow on her eyes, he got as close to her ear as possible without touching her. "Can a give you a ride, sweetheart?" he asked, lowering his voice and giving it a southern drawl. Her eyes immediately snapped open, and she jumped a mile, scrambling to her feet before she saw it was him. "Fuck, Demachi! You scared the shit outta me!" she panted, placing a hand over her chest as if to steady her heartbeat. Still crouching on the ground, he laughed, trying and failing to look apologetic. "Sorry, Babe. You just looked so peaceful." "So you decided to give me a heart-attack? Sure, that makes sense," she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes before dusting off her legs. "What're you doing here anyway?" "Like I said, I'm here to give you a ride," he answered as he stood, nodding at the tow truck behind her. "What? Oh. Right." "Yeah," he chuckled, going over to get the truck ready. "So what happened?" "It stopped working," she yawned, apparently still a little brain-dead from sleep. He just gave her a look. "I heard this rattling noise like something was loose under the hood, so I pulled over for a look-see. But nothing was wrong, so I went to pull off, 'cept the engine wouldn't start. I checked everything, but it all looks fine. I can't figure it out. It just broke." As she said the last part, she gave the front tyre the customary frustrated kick, then hopped on the spot as she realised it wasn't the best thing to do in flip-flops. "Careful, Babe. We'll get her to Juan; see if he can work his magic. You might have to face to fact that it time to get a new car though," he warned. "Yeah, yeah," she grumbled grabbing her things from the car before he started the lift. Soon they were on their way, Kes in the passenger's seat, a huge box on her lap. "What's in the box?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of him. "The reason why I'm in Nowhereville. Rose has a big client tomorrow, a full back piece. We were running low on supplies and there was a fuck-up in the order," she shrugged. "The company we buy from had the stuff, but wouldn't be able to deliver it 'till tomorrow afternoon, so Rose sent me out to pick it up. It's ink and needles mostly." He frowned. "Do you need me to drop you off or something?" "Nah, I called Rose after Juan. She said as long as I bring it in early tomorrow, we'll be fine." She tipped her head back against the seat, and soon drifted off. Just under and hour later, they were back at the Garage, and it was already past quittin' time. Juan was there, closing up and they quickly got her wheels unloaded. Gabriel, somewhat selfishly, offered Kes a ride home, and they both said goodbye to Juan before making their way to Gabriel's truck and moving off. Kes frowned after a few moments, noticing their change in direction. "Where're we going?" He looked over at her, smiling mysteriously. "I've got something to show you." "What?" "A surprise." "What surprise?" she persisted. "You do know the meaning of the word, right?" he laughed. She crossed her arms and 'harrumphed', shooting him a glare for good measure. When she saw where they were headed, she shot him a sceptical look. "I have seen your Ma's house before, y'know." He just smiled, pulling up in front of the two-car garage. His Ma wouldn't be back home for an hour or so, but he parked to the side so she could get her car in. He quickly jumped out of his truck and grabbed Kes's hand, puling her quickly towards his goal. "You want to show me your Ma's garage?" she asked, sounding puzzled. His Ma only had the one car, and she only put in indoors during the harsh winter months, so it was mainly used as extra storage. Or at least it used to be. Gabriel was feeling child-like excitement bubbling up in him. Only his Ma and Juan knew about his little project, he hadn't even shared it with Luis yet, wanting it to be a surprise. "Close your eyes." "Why?" she asked stubbornly. "Close. Your. Eyes." His tone brooked no argument, and after shooting him a rebellious glare, she obeyed. He opened the rickety door, and drew her carefully forward, shutting it behind him, the light pouring through the high windows enough to see by. "Okay, open." He watched her face as she took in a sharp breath, her face a picture of surprise. "Is that a…?" "'57 Chevy Bel Air Convertible? Yeah. Or it will be, once I fix it up." That was an understatement. He'd basically need to rebuild the engine from scratch, and the body needed a fair bit of work too. "It's beautiful," she gasped, he eyes wide. He loved that she could find the rusted heap of metal in front of her beautiful. He moved closer, placing his gently around her waist, and following her slow circuit around the car-to-be. "What color will you paint it?" He nuzzled her neck, tasting her skin. "I thought Robin's Egg Blue at first, but now I'm thinking Cherry Red." Kes always looked good in red. "Definitely red," she nodded, absently reaching an arm back to curl in his hair, her eyes fixed almost feverishly to the car. "I can't believe the guys didn't tell me about this!" He could understand her confusion. While her brothers were more into American Muscle, she shared his passion for TriFives. "I haven't told them yet," he said, spinning her around and backing her towards the workbench at the back of the room. Her eyes were wide, but she wrapped her arms around his neck happily. "Why not?" "I wanted to wait 'till I'd started working on it," he said, stealing a kiss as he lifted her up to sit on the edge. "But you told me," she persisted, although she sounded distracted. She should, he was unbuttoning her shorts and wiggling his hand under the tight fabric. "Mmm-hmm," he murmured, before kissing her again, this time thoroughly enough to banish all further questions from her mind. He slipped his fingers between her pussy lips, feeling liquid already beginning to gather. As he rubbed slowly against her hardening clit, she moaned and arched against him, pushing her chest forwards. Tempted by the sweetly responsive breasts he knew waited underneath, he pushed up her t-shirt and her plain but still attractive black t-shirt bra, quickly sucking one of her perfect breasts into his mouth. He feasted on her, rubbing her pussy and dipping his fingers inside in time with his strong pulls on her nipples. Soon she was writhing in his arms as she came. He loved the way he face scrunched up, the little crease that formed between her eyebrows, the way she bit her full bottom lip, trying in vain not to shout out her release. But regardless of the personal pleasure and satisfaction he got from making her scream his name so sweetly, he was still hard as a rock. As much as those full, red-flushed lips tempted him, he'd much rather enjoy the feeling of her pulsing around him, knowing that she was burning up right there with him. She was lying back, trying to catch her breath when he quickly tugged her shorts off, taking her panties with them, then unzipped his jeans. She sat up in dazed confusion, but didn't have a chance to say anything before he slammed hard inside her. She gasped, her eyes squeezing shut, then flying open as he began to move. So was so sweet, so tight! He loved the feel of her clasping around him, a perfect fit. A made to measure pussy. He revelled in fact that apart from one tragic fumble, he was the only man she'd ever had. The very thought of their being someone after him made the blood boil in his veins and he found himself slamming into her even harder, trying to burn himself into her memory, make her crave no one but him. Kes, for her part, could only hang on as he pounded her pussy, her nails digging into his back, her breath puffing out with every plunge of his hips. He knew they had to be quick, he most definitely didn't want his mom to come home and find them like this, but in all honesty, at the pace they were going, neither of them were going to last that long anyway. He was so close to coming, and by the tensing of her body he could feel she was too. He increased his pace, biting hard on the skin of her neck, remembering how much she'd enjoyed it the last time they were together. It seemed to tip her over the edge and she was shuddering in his arms, milking him and driving him to his peak. "Gabriel! Oh god, I…fuck!" she yelled, before collapsing in his arms. He couldn't have said it better himself. He couldn't help kissing her deeply before gently sliding out of her; his come already dripping out onto the table. She looked beautiful, her top pushed up above her breasts, her hair damp with sweat, her eyes glazed, her cheeks flushed under her caramel skin, her bottom half bare, her bare mound shining from their mixture of come. As they were straightening their clothes and shooting goofy but satisfied grins at each other, they froze as the heard the sound of a car pulling up. A panicked look crossed Kes's face before she dashed off through the house. She had ducked into the bathroom, obviously wanting to clean herself up before she faced his ever-perceptive Ma. He shook his head, laughing, wondering if she'd realised that once again, she wasn't wearing panties. Firsts Ch. 07 "Ohmygodthisissocool! There's so many people! And cute guys! Oh, wow," Mandy said her blue eyes widening. "What?" I asked, craning my head to see what she was looking at. "Your brothers are even hotter without their shirts on. And who the guy Matt's glaring at?" "Rico," I answered, smiling at my boy-crazy friend. "That's Rico? You said he was cute, but damn!" Mandy made a show of fanning herself. "I thought you were taken?" "Yeah, but that doesn't stop me from looking. And just look at his ass! Now that's a nice view." "I do not need to hear this," another voice joined us. I looked back to see Mandy's older brother Dean walking up to us, followed by most off the other folks from the parlour. He looked so different than his little sister, with his green Mohawk, multiple face piercings and full shirt and sleeve tattoos, the only thing the had in common were their bright blue eyes. "Oh, please. You drool over girls all the time!" Mandy replied indignantly. Dean just shook his head. "Happy birthday Kes." He was echoed by the rest of them. "Thanks," I smiled back. "Just in time for lunch, huh?" "See, I told you we weren't too late," Dave gloated, slapping Jeanie on the shoulder. "She was worried I was going to waste away to nothin'" Everyone laughed, because Dave, Jeanie's father, and one of the senior artists at the parlour, looked like a bouncer at a biker bar, complete with the beer gut. I was concerned at first that my friends and co-workers wouldn't fit in so well with my brother's slightly more conventional friends, but soon my worries were laid to rest. Mandy was soon chatting away happily with Melosa, or more at her, although the quiet woman seemed happy enough. Dean was soon surrounded by women, his usual charm attracting them like flies. Dave was giving my brother's barbequing tips around mouthfuls of cornbread, and Jeanie, well… Jeanie was leaning against one of the cars, an amused expression on her face as Rico, who was unaware of her preferences, flirted outrageously, never really noticing that instead of swooning, her smile was growing wider and wider. "Y'know, if you were a real friend, you'd put the poor guy out of his misery," Gabriel murmured next to my ear. I turned my head back slightly, but didn't take my eyes of the amusing scene before me. "But it's so funny!" I heard him laugh behind me, then felt his finger slide under the waistband of my red board shorts, out of sight of everyone else. "Time to talk, Babe." "Okay," I agreed, swallowing hard. "See where the beach curves 'round the bend there?" he asked, his hands on my hips swivelling me in the right direction. "Yeah?" "There's an old refreshment stand. Meet me there in ten minutes." Before I could answer him, he disappeared into the throng of people; leaving me wishing the minutes would pass faster. Soon I was walking quickly along the beach, following Gabriel's larger tracks through the hot sand. I passed round the curve of the shoreline and just like he said, there was the small, boarded-up refreshment stand in all its glory. But no sign of Gabriel. I circled around the side, looking around for any sign of him when suddenly I was grabbed from behind and pulled to the back of the stand, away from the gaze of anyone passing on the beach. Panic shot through me for a second before my breathing steadied at the quick glimpse I got of green eyes before his mouth was devouring mine, his body pinning me to the wall. As his warm hands skimmed up my bare torso to gently knead my bikini covered breasts I buried my hands in his silky-black hair, gripping hard and pulling him closer. Soon his wicked fingers had undone the ties on my red bikini top and I moaned at the feeling of my hard nipples against his bare chest. As soon as the sound escaped my lips it was like a switch had been flipped and we were both frantically pushing each other's shorts down, eager to feel the slip and slide of him inside me. He lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he slammed inside of me. The uneven wood of the wall dug into my back and I let out an involuntary whimper, but I didn't complain, the pleasure of feeling him in me far out weighing any momentary pain. But gentleman that he was, he spun us around, his cock still deep inside me and suddenly I was on my back in the sand, the heat on my back almost as warm as Gabriel's body above me. With out pause he was gripping my hips and slamming into me, making my breasts bounce and my breath hitch every time he bottomed out, his balls slapping hard against me. He leaned back, still pistoning, and his eyes on me felt hotter than the sun that was shining behind him, making him glow like an angel. His skin was shining, a thin layer of sweat covering his sculpted body, accentuating every tensed muscle, every straining vein. His jaw was tense, his face unmoving, like he was carved from stone. But his eyes…they were flashing with passion, need and something akin to awe. But there was something else, something in those green orbs that I had never seen before, something I couldn't identify, something like…hope. And it hurt, because hope wasn't what he felt, only lust. Hope was my emotion, my dream that he'd suddenly see me as more than a friend, more than a good time. I was so desperate for him that I was imagining the tender look in his eyes. But the thought of him actually wanting me, needing me the way I needed him sent me soaring over the edge and I squeezed my eyes shut as my body convulsed in ecstasy. He moaned low at the feel of my pussy clenching around him, but he didn't come, just kept thrusting, his pace steady. I looked up at him again, but his eyes were now closed, his head tilted back, his delicious lips parted slightly. I ran my hand up his abs, scratching lightly with my nails and his head snapped down, his expression playful. He leaned down, covering my body with his, burying his face in my neck, nipping and licking the sensitive skin under my ear. That, combined with the feel of his whole body moving against mine and his pelvic bone rubbing against my clit triggered my second explosive orgasm, and this time, roaring into my neck, he joined me, his hot come filling up my womb. He collapsed on top of me for a minute before rolling carefully off of me, leaving me feeling cold and empty. Suddenly it was more than I could take. I couldn't keep playing this game, couldn't keep pretending his emotional indifference didn't matter. I stood up, gathered my clothes and quickly dressed. "You know, I love you in red," he commented from where he was lying on his side in the sand, head propped on one hand, naked as the day he was born. I love you. Yeah, right. "You wanted to talk?" I said, my tone neutral. "Uh, yeah…" He paused, frowning. "I wanted to ask you something." "Well, you'd better make it quick, otherwise someone will notice we're both missing," I replied, my voice a little colder than I intended. He just looked at me, his expression unreadable. "What?" "We wouldn't want that, would we?" he said quietly, stooping to pick up his trunks. With out looking back at me, he continued, "I doesn't matter, you'd better go. I'll follow in a few minutes so it doesn't look suspicious." Stunned by his brusque dismissal, I turned and left, walking quickly toward the party, only stopping to quickly dive into the lake to clean myself up, and hide the signs of the tears that had been rolling down my face. Firsts Ch. 07 "It—" "Oh, can it! I can't believe I came over here to tell you…I'm such an idiot! I-" "What the hell are you talking about? Nothing happened!" Gabriel roared at me. He was looking pretty pissed off himself at this point. I guess having an ex barge into your apartment screaming at you can do that. "Yeah right. You've got her fucking lipstick all over your face!" I screamed back, my fist clenching at my sides. I wanted to hit something. "Nothing ha—" "Oh, shut up! I can't believe you'd lie to my face like this!" "I'm not—" "Why the hell would you deny it? She's hot right? A nice piece of ass? Just like me! So why the hell would you treat me any different?! I—" "BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" We both stood there, breathing hard, staring at each other in shock. "What?" I asked so quietly I barely heard myself. He ran a hand nervously through his hair. "She came over here, wanting to… I told her I wasn't interested any more because I wanted to be with you. She tried to kiss me, I pushed her off, and told her to leave. The next thing I know you're screaming at me." "That's not what you said," I replied, wanting to be sure he'd actually said what I thought he'd said. "I…I love you." "Really? And not like 'as a sister'?" I was being a coward, I knew, but it was easier to let him bet the brave one. "I think I can safely say not 'as in a sister'," he laughed uncomfortably, not meeting my eyes. I felt a smile spread across my face. He loved me! He actually felt the same way! I was gonna have to by Mel a really nice gift or something. "I know it's rushing things, but I can't help it. That's why you stopped talking to me, right? We were getting too involved." No!No!No!No! He still wasn't looking at me, and he thought I wasn't interested in serious? "That's why I came here." He nodded, his eyes still on the floor, his hands in his pockets, looking for all the world like a little lost boy. "No," I said, placing my trembling hand on his arm. "I came here to tell you that I'm in love with you." His head snapped up, his green eyes searching mine, looking for any sign that I was tricking him. We stood as still as statues, and I felt like I was drowning in his emerald eyes. My only warning was a joyful flash of teeth before he was crushing his lips to mine, his hands buried in my hair, cradling my head to him. We stayed like that for a few minutes, gripping tightly to each other and kiss passionately. I had everything I want, right in front of me, and soon I wanted more. I ran my hands up his hard chest and he gripped the hair at the back of my head, pulling back and looking me in the eyes. "Never do that again," he said, his voice firm. "You scared the shit outta me when you stopped talking to me. Promise that if I ever do anything to piss you off again, you'll let me know." His eyes flicked to my lips and my tongue darted out, unconsciously wetting them. His own lips parted and his head dropped, hovering over mine. "I promise," I whispered, my lips brushing against his with the words. He captured my mouth in an agonizingly slow and sweet kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth, tasting deep. His hands smoothed down my back, his hands catching on the fabric of my t-shirt before firmly gripping my ass and pulling me close. Our lips parted to gasp in air and I pulled his shirt over his head, spreading kisses over his chest as it was revealed. He wrapped his strong arms around me and buried his face in my hair. "I missed you," he murmured. I kissed him quickly on his lips before dropping my eyes to where my hands were fumbling with his belt. I gave a little frustrated groan before I finally got it free. I only realised he was walking me back into the bedroom when the bed hit the back of my knees. There was brief confusion while we both tried to unbutton each other's pants at the same time. "Hold still," he growled, pulling my fumbling hands away from his waist. I stood, looking up at his face as he made quick work of the button and zipper on my jeans before grabbing the hem of my t-shirt and pulling it swiftly over my head. His green eyes were intent as his hands smoothed over my shoulders and down my back before releasing the fastening of my bra. Stepping back and letting the offending piece of fabric fall to the floor, he pushed me lightly, and I fell back onto the bed with a surprised squeak. His eyes were ridiculously focused on my bare chest as I bounced lightly before settling. Before I could blink, he was peeling my jeans and panties off my hips and down my legs with a couple quick tugs that made me bounce some more. He seemed to enjoy that, giving a few extra tugs for good measure. Male that he was, his gleeful reaction to my jiggling breasts wasn't a huge surprise, and it was difficult to feel indignant when I was already caught between raging lust and almost painful anticipation. He moved to kneel between my spread thighs, hooking my legs over his shoulders. This spread me open even further, and I could feel his hot breath on my bare pussy, which by this time was thoroughly soaked and dripping down between my ass cheeks. "Oh God!" I moaned as I watched his head dip before feeling his tongue lick gently up the length of my slit. His mouth moved torturously slowly, alternating between nibbling on my outer lips, sucking on my clit or stabbing my opening with his tongue, waiting until I was writhing in pleasure and calling his name from one before pulling back and moving to the next. I gripped his hair and arched my back, my eyes rolling back in my head just as he once again pulled back before I could come. "Gabriel! Please!" He lifted his head to watch me up the length of my naked body, his fingers moving on my clit enough to keep me burning, but not enough to make me explode. "This is what you get for letting me walk around with a hard-on all week." "Wha…?" I groaned, confused and horny and addle-brained. "Don't you know?" he asked, cocking his head to one side, one finger slowly pushing inside me. He lowered his head again, but I heard his next words clear as day. "Every time I even think of you, I get hard as a rock." With that, he dropped his head and sucked hard on my clit, simultaneously slamming three fingers inside my wet pussy. My orgasm tore through me like lightning, setting every nerve ending in my body on fire. I arched of the bed, my head pushing back into the pillow, my legs closing convulsively around his head. And he didn't stop. He switched places, his fingers now stroking my clit as he licked the juice that spilled from me. I couldn't stop shaking, the muscles in my body tensing and releasing, and there was the metallic taste of blood in my mouth from where I'd bitten my lip. Eventually, my mind-blowing orgasm passed, leaving me gasping for breath and shuddering with aftershocks as he slowly kissed his way back up my body, paying special attention to my breasts, which he had so admired before. I moved my hands limply to grip his strong shoulders as he moved to nuzzle my neck, his stubble scraping deliciously over the sensitive skin. "Uhgn," I said, and I felt him chuckle against me. "You're welcome," he murmured, his hand skimming up my side and cupping my breast. Normally such an arrogant response would have got a rise out of me, but I had to admit, this time it was well deserved. Plus, I couldn't even remember my own name at this point, so I just patted him on the back like a good boy. Right until his next words. "So, you ready for me to fuck your brains out Babe?" My eyes narrowed, and I decided that it was his turn to have his brains fucked out. I moved quickly, while he still thought I was limp as a dishrag, and flipped him onto his back, moving to straddle him before he could do more that grunt in surprise. "No," I said, and smiled at his confusion. "It's your turn." I sat up on my knees and softly gripped his cock, lining him up. I slowly lowered myself over him, feeling his hardness stretching me open, my hands braced on his broad chest. By the time our hips were touching, we were both panting, and his hips were twitching as though he was holding himself back from thrusting upwards. "Hold still," I ordered with a wicked grin, and after watching me a moment beneath his dark lashes, he closed his eyes and nodded, his hands holding my hips, nothing more. I began to roll my hips, riding him slowly. I knew it wouldn't be enough to make him come, but I wanted to punish him a little for torturing me before. But it was doing wonders for me. Not as fiery as when he was pumping into me, the feel of his cock stretching me open and my clit slowly grinding against his pelvic bone had me biting my lip again and moving faster. Soon I broke, slumping over him, panting against his neck. "Can I move?" he asked, his voice as tight as his fingers gripping my hips. He hadn't come, and I knew he must be holding himself back from flipping us over and pounding inside me. And that was what I expected him to do when I nodded against his chest. I was wrong. "Sit up on my cock, Babe," he ordered. I complied, looking down at him. "Move up and down on me." I did as he asked, my head rolling back at the feel of him moving in and out. Soon he joined me, slamming his hips up as I pushed mine down and the strength of our thrusts grew until I was riding him hard, my thighs trembling from the strain. When I had the rhythm, he moved his hands up my stomach to knead my breasts. It wasn't enough for him, and he pulled me down, not letting me stop as he closed his lips around first one, and then the other. Once again, I was losing control as my body built to another crashing climax, and sensing this, he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as his hips began to move in earnest, pistoning into me, making me gasp each time. Soon I was coming on top of him, clenching around him, and felt him swell then explode inside of me with a groan, flooding me with his hot come. After a moment, we collapsed on our backs, panting for breath. I turned my head to find Gabriel watching me, soft smile on those delicious lips. "Stay tonight. I'll go with you in the morning and we can tell your brothers." "Really?" I asked, surprised. "You want to tell them?" He shrugged. "You're mine, Babe. I want everyone to know we're together." "You're not scared?" I taunted. "Hell yes!" he barked. "I could probably take Tommy or Luis on their own, not Matty, Mr Kung-Fu-Kickass-Ninja, but all three? I don't stand chance!" I grinned at him. "Don't worry, I'll protect you." "Be still my shrinking ego!" he said, rolling on top of me with a lop-sided grin. "At least it's the only thing shrinking," I gasped as he lowered his head to my lips. * * * * * I was the first to wake the next morning, and I couldn't help the silly grin that spread across my face as I remembered the night before. He'd said he loved me! And now here I was, in his bed the next morning with his arm draped possessively around my waist, feeling deliciously exhausted. I was in heaven. I managed to slip out of bed without waking him, and after taking care of the usual morning business, pulling on one of his t-shirts and finger-combing my hair, I decided I would make breakfast for us, as fortification for the difficult day ahead of us. Finding his kitchen well stocked, I decided to make eggs. Figuring he was going to be awake soon anyway, I turned on the radio and danced along, not even noticing when I had started to sing along. Off-key, of course. "And you! Shook me aaaaall niiiiight long!" I heard a low chuckle behind me and spun quickly to find Gabriel watching me from the doorway, still blinking sleep from his green eyes. "Quite the sight to wake up to," he murmured, looking me slowly from top to bottom. Despite our newfound intimacy, I found myself blushing at being caught half-naked, singing alone to AC/DC. "My t-shirt looks better on you. 'Course, it would look better off of you," he grinned, moving towards me with a wicked glint in his eye. "Breakfast will burn," I warned, and he looked towards the cooker seeming to notice what I was doing for the first time. "Eggs?" he questioned, looking between me and the eggs like he couldn't decide which he'd rather be eating. I laughed and made the decision for him. "Sit down and eat, we don't have time." "Why?" he asked, already consuming the food. "I sort of took Matty's car without asking." He gave me an exasperated look. "I left a note!" I added helpfully. "You know they're gonna kill us both, right?" he asked mournfully. "Eat your eggs." Firsts Ch. 07 Gabriel swallowed at the fierce look in my brother's eyes. "Fair enough." "So we're not mad anymore?" Tommy asked, confused. "No," Matty answered, although he still looked a little uncomfortable. "Oh," Tommy blinked. "What's for lunch?"