Friday, July 19, 2013
Gordon walks us back to the suite before stopping in front of the door to the room. The alcove leading to our suite has just enough space to fit all three of us out of view of the main hallway.
"Would you mind letting everyone know that I'll be picking them up around seven?" Gordon requests. "Our flight home will be at eight in the morning."
"Of course," Abel agrees.
Gordon's eyes meet mine. "(Y/N), if it isn't a bother, I'd love to take you out tonight later on. Not for too long, but enough time to see the stars. Would you like to accompany me?" He asks with anticipation.
"Of course, Gordon." I grin. "I'd love to see the stars with you."
He rubs his hands together giddily. "Excellent, I'll be back in a few hours to collect you when everyone else should be asleep. I can't resist the opportunity to spend time with you, darling."
"I feel the same way about you," I agree. I'm startled when he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me into a kiss, pressing me against the wood grain of the door. Abel moves from beside me to peering out into the hallway, giving me a sense of relief that we won't be caught so that I can fully enjoy the passion flowing from Gordon's lips to mine.
"I'll see you not soon enough, love," he whispers as he pulls back from our kiss and releases me, my back still leaning against the door.
"Take good care of her, Abel. If I don't see a single mark on her body, I'll assume you haven't treated her well enough," he jokes playfully. "Have fun," he says as he slips past Abel and into the hallway.
Abel opens the door to the suite for me and I step inside. Bella and Taylor are sitting on the living room couch with a bucket of popcorn between them, laughing as the final scene plays and the end credits of the movie begin to roll. They are loud enough that they don't hear the door closing behind us.
"Shh," Abel says, holding a finger to his lips. I'm transported to my memories of Laser Quest, back to my thoughts of pressing my lips against his. Except for this time, those thoughts don't have to be a fantasy.
I push my body into him, drawing out a smile as he's pinned against the wall beside a grand painting. Standing on my toes, I pull him down to me and hungrily kiss his inviting lips. It's hard to not be insatiable with how wildly sensual my life has become, and thankfully, both of my men are happy to keep me satisfied. Abel rests his hands on my hips and pulls me even closer against him.
After a while, I realize that the girls' laughter has died down, leaving only the background music of the credits. I break from our kiss and look towards the couch, where both Taylor and Bella are staring at us. Taylor has a handful of popcorn she's eating from and, when she sees we've stopped, huffs, sending a few popcorn pieces flying onto the floor.
"Well, continue!" Taylor waves her hand in a 'go on' motion. "You were just getting to the good part!"
"You must be trying to make me jealous now," Bella whines, pressing her cheek into the couch and looking at us pitifully. "But Vegas is so romantic, I guess I can't blame you. Have you guys seen the view from our room at night?"
Taylor shakes her head. "'Course they haven't Bells, they just got back and yesterday we all went to bed as soon as we got to the room. So they definitely need to feast their eyes on this." Taylor hops from the couch and heads for the curtains beside the TV, drawing them back. Vegas's lights shine through the window, and the Eiffel tower sparkles in luminescent gold.
"Wow," I say in awe as I step towards the window, Abel following me with his hand on my waist. I hadn't been paying attention when we got to the hotel– I'd been too engrossed in my men to pay the scenery any mind– but now that I take the time to admire it, Vegas is stunning.
"Hah, you can see the High Roller from here," Abel says, pointing towards the far end of the hotel. The High Roller wheel juts out over the top of the roof, shining in a light blue hue. "I wonder if anyone could see us."
My eyes widen at his words before I realize there was nothing inherently suggestive in what he'd said. "Yeah, maybe," I respond as nonchalantly as I can, side-eyeing him as the corner of his lip lifts almost imperceptibly.
"Was it windy up there?" Bella asks, stepping beside us.
I look at Bella with confusion before realizing she's examining Abel's less than perfectly styled hair.
"No, the Ferris wheel was encased-" he starts.
"I did that to him," I say, motioning towards his hair. "I got a bit... carried away."
"I'll say, Chef Ramsay must have gotten a show," Taylor teases, letting the curtain fall back in place.
"Yeahhh..." I blush, looking down at my shoes.
"Have you eaten anything yet, Bella?" Abel asks, looking concerned.
"Does popcorn count?" She says innocently.
"Hardly, you need to eat."
"Why are you so worried about me?" She asks, placing her hand on her hip.
"Dave asked me to look after you if he got kicked off, so that's what I'm doing. I can eat with you if you prefer company."
"No offense Abel, but you aren't much company. You've barely spoken to anyone but the men and (Y/N)," Bella says, a tiny amount of hurt slipping into her voice.
"I'll eat with you too, Bella," I offer. "I still have my steak in the fridge."
"Yeah, me too," Taylor says. "Don't want that delicious steak to go bad. We'll have dinner then go to bed, alright?"
"Sounds great," Bella says, lighting up.
"Awesome! I'll get the cast iron heated if you guys want to go wash your hands and stuff," Taylor says.
"Sure, thank you," Abel says, taking my hand and walking with me into the bathroom by our bedroom. Once there, he closes the door and turns to face me, his eyes ablaze with desire.
"When Taylor told us to continue, I had to force myself not to pull you back into my arms," he says, his voice like silk.
"Oh yeah?" I say as I place my hands on his chest.
"Definitely."
"I would've never guessed that you were the type for public displays of affection," I tease.
"I'm not, or I wasn't, not until you," he says in a low tone, taking my chin between his fingers and looking me in the eyes. "Now, I'm happy for anyone to know exactly how you make me feel."
My fingers dig into his t-shirt as I swallow the lump in my throat. I'm not sure I'll ever get used to the sheer intensity in which Abel says what is on his mind. While I struggle for words, Abel turns my chin, exposing the sensitive flesh of my neck to him. He trails soft kisses from below my ear to my collar bone while his free hand moves to the small of my back.
I melt into his touch, calmness shrouding me as I take in his gentle tenderness. "We need to get ready for dinner..." he says, nuzzling his nose beside my earlobe before pulling back.
A whine escapes my lips as he moves towards the sink. "But I'm not done," I pout as I step in beside him, sharing the water.
"Me either, sweetheart," he says, turning towards me as we finish drying our hands.
"Food will be ready in a minute! Can someone set the table?" Taylor shouts from the kitchen. Abel places the towel back on the holder before reaching for me. I stay still, wondering what he has planned.
He takes each of the thin sleeves of my dress in his hands and pulls them delicately down my arms until my breasts are exposed. I gasp as I feel his warm breath on my sensitive nipples before he kisses them each in turn.
"Left or right?" He asks, looking up at me through his blond lashes.
"Why?"
"Pick one, you'll see."
"Uh, left?" I say hesitantly.
"Good choice," Abel says, kissing my left nipple before licking and gently sucking on the skin to the right of it. I lace my fingers through the back of his hair as he does so, feeling my skin get hot. He pulls back after a few seconds, a red mark already beginning to form.
"There," he says proudly, admiring his handiwork as he slips my sleeves back over my shoulders. The fresh hickey peeks out ever so slightly from the v-neck of the dress, and my cheeks run red at the visibility.
"Gordon said he wanted to see a mark on you, as did I. I'm not sure when you'll be able to wear clothing as delectable as the dress you're wearing now, so I wanted to be sure the others got a chance to see."
"You really wanted the others to see this?" I ask, bashfully looking at my freshly marked breast.
"Of course." He leans in, tracing his finger from my clavicle to the dip in my cleavage. "You are mine, aren't you?"
I swallow hard and nod, my lips parting.
"Good, sweetheart. I'm yours, too," he says, smiling. "Now, let's go eat."
When we emerge from the bathroom, Bella has already set the table aside from the glasses and Taylor is finishing up the last of the meat. Abel wordlessly makes his way to the cabinet, pulling out glasses for everyone and placing them beside our plates.
At the table, Taylor is across from me and Bella is beside her left, with Abel beside me on my left. As soon as I sit, Taylor brings over the steaks.
"Careful, it's hot!" She announces as she uses tongs to lay our steaks onto our plates before settling into her seat.
"Before we get started, I wanted to let you know that Chef Ramsay will be picking us up around seven, our flight back to Hell's Kitchen will be departing at eight," Abel says.
"Aw man, I don't want to go," Bella pouts.
"I kinda do, I wanna know what our final four challenge is gonna be," Taylor says, tapping her chin with the end of her fork's handle.
"It'll likely be one of the most difficult team challenges thus far. Make sure to get good rest tonight so we all do well," Abel says.
"Yes, daddy," Bella says, rolling her eyes. Abel raises an eyebrow but doesn't respond.
We enjoy our food, still delicious after having been reheated. When Taylor pulls her face from her steak and looks towards her drink, her gaze is magnetized to my chest. Her eyes flick to mine, then down and back up again. I nod slightly towards Abel, and her lips form an 'o' before her tanned skin gets a tiny bit darker as she pours her attention into cutting her steak.
"Are you guys excited for the finale? I wonder who the final two are gonna be," Bella says with her mouth full of Wellington.
"Oh yes," Abel says. "I can't wait to see who my competition is."
"You cocky son of a-" Bella starts, catching herself. "No, alright, you're confident, not cocky, normally. I'll give you this one. But still, I think it's gonna be me and Taylor. You're gonna crack under pressure, I know it. There's no way you can stay at the top of your game the whole way through."
"I haven't reached the top of my game, Bella," Abel says, his voice even as he cuts into the last bit of his steak. "I'm saving that for the finale."
"I think it's gonna be Abel and me," Taylor says before taking a big drink of her water.
"Ouch," I say, mocking hurt.
"Baby, you know your man is a beast in the kitchen, and maybe it's wishful thinking but I'd prefer you as my sous chef versus your boy toy than as competition. Who are you hoping to go against?"
"Either you, Tay, or him." I nod towards Abel, this time less subtly. "Beating either of you gives me forever bragging rights," I tease.
"That's true," Taylor says sagely. "All the more reason I gotta get to the finale!"
"None of you believe in me!" Bella whines, slapping her hand on the table. "I'm just as harsh of competition as any of you! I'm gonna do better than any of you and prove that I'm the best, then all of you will have to suck it! You'll be lucky if I even glance at your application to my restaurant, I'd probably sign you on as a dishwasher that's how much better I am."
"Bella, you must know that you have improvements to make before you'll have the capability of running a restaurant," Abel says coolly, dabbing his lips with a napkin after finishing his steak.
Bella squeaks indignantly at being dismissed. "Come on, the least you could do is respect my cooking skills," she says, pouting.
"I do respect your skills, Bella. But Chef Ramsay is looking for a Head Chef, not an excellent cook. You have to be able to command a kitchen, come up with unique menu items, and keep your team on track. I haven't seen you excel at all of those things, but there's still time. If you impress Chef Ramsay on whatever challenge is coming up, you'll stand a better chance than you do now," he states simply.
"But I am good at all that shit!" She gripes, angrily forking her last bite of Wellington.
"Bells, you should listen to what he's saying." Taylor sets her hand on Bella's arm. "It's valid advice, and I want you to do your best. Maybe it'll be you and me in the finale, eh?" Tay winks.
Bella calms down, idly moving her Wellington around her plate. "Yeah, alright. I guess I just took it wrong 'cause I was mad. Thanks, Abel," she mumbles before plucking her Wellington bite off her fork with her teeth.
Abel nods as Taylor stretches her arms over her head.
"Man, I am pooped, I ate too much delicious food and drove too many delicious cars." Taylor holds her stomach as she stands from the table. "Time for bed, you ready Bella?"
Bella finishes chewing her bite and follows Taylor towards their side of the suite.
"Night, everyone," Bella says.
"Yeah, night!" Taylor adds.
"Goodnight, you two," Abel dips his head.
"Night Bells and Tay, sleep well!" I say, waving.
*One heaping order of smut coming up!*
Abel and I clear the table. As I'm setting the final dishes in the dishwasher, Abel comes up behind me and places a hand on my hip.
"You have no idea how badly I want to be inside of you when you bend over like that," he whispers, pressing his clothed lower body into mine. He reaches his left arm under my arm, trailing it up from my midsection to my breast. Gentle yet controlling, he draws me back so that my head rests on his chest.
My breath shortens and I grind my hips against him, my dress riding up.
"So, you seemed to like when Gordon took control of you," he says, his teeth lightly nipping my earlobe. "Would you like me to do the same?"
"You should do whatever you want to do," I respond quietly, my eyelids fluttering as I continue my motions against him. "I want to make your first time special."
"It's with you, no matter what it'll be special," he says earnestly. "As for what I want to do... Anything, sweetheart. I'm not as experienced, clearly, but I'm quite willing to try anything you ask." He removes his hand from my chest and moves it to my hip, pulling me into him tightly. "You'll find I'm quite good at anything I set my mind to and pleasing you is all I want. Whatever is going to make you make those exquisite sounds... I want to do that."
"I want you to do whatever comes naturally. I love you for who you are and I don't want or expect you to be Gordon or do all the things he does. Unless, of course, you want to," I say sincerely.
He grips my hips and spins me around to face him. My lower back presses into the countertop beside the dishwasher as he overshadows me, his eyes blazing as they rake across my body. "I'll do what comes naturally, then."
"I, uhm," I start, finding it difficult to speak as he runs his tongue over his lower lip before grazing it with his teeth, watching my lips.
"I still can't believe I got so lucky. You're precious to me (Y/N), and I'm going to be sure both your mind and body understand just how much I mean that," he says, leaning in and capturing my lips with his. This kiss is different than those previous– intensely affectionate and needy in equal measure. I grip the countertop and his hands find their way to mine, encircling them as my fingertips press into the marble. His pelvis presses up against my lower stomach, and his noticeably hard erection gently urges itself towards me.
He pulls me from the counter, his nimble hands traveling from the top of my back to barely above my butt as he leads me into the living room. He turns and takes me into his arms before falling back onto the couch. With a quiet laugh and wide grin, he cups my face in his hands and pulls our lips back together, our legs tangling with each other. I run my hands to his sides and grip the bottom of his shirt, tugging it. He allows me to pull his t-shirt off and reconnects our kiss a moment later. My hands hungrily grasp at the available parts of his torso beneath me, excited to feel the ripple of his lithe muscles as he wraps his arms around my back.
His fingers grip the hem of my dress and he breaks our kiss. He looks at me through lustful– yet sharp– eyes, asking silent permission.
"Please?" I whisper, raising myself from his body so that he can pull the concealing fabric over my head. He removes my dress slowly, every inch intentional and full of anticipation. When it is fully removed, he presses a hand into the dip between my shoulders and pulls my chest into him, burying his face between my breasts while his free hand moves to my butt and squeezes. The tenderness from Gordon's assault this morning is still in full force and causes me to gasp, arching myself upward and pressing my pelvis into him.
He groans against my skin, his hips bucking. Even though I'm exhausted, I've loved this man and wanted to connect with him like this for so long that the impending fulfillment of our desires has me unable to contain my excitement. I slip my hand between us and grip him through his shorts, a bit irritated at the thickness of the material. Why couldn't he be wearing sweatpants like he usually does before bed?
Seeming to sense my irritation, he lifts my hip with his hand. I hold in place as he unzips his shorts and I help him to pull them and his boxers off, greedily settling my hips against him the second the obstruction is removed. My lips rest at the base of his cock, already slick with excitement, and I begin to move against him.
"Wait," he whispers after a few moments, though his cock begs to differ as it pulses in appreciation. I stop and look at him curiously.
"I want you on the bed, sweetheart. I'm afraid I won't be quiet enough and we'll disturb the others. Please?" He asks.
Though it is hard to listen while I'm this turned on, I can see what he means. I stand from him and wait beside the couch. He picks up our clothes and takes my hand, pulling me with him towards our room. When we reach the doorway, he releases me and pats my butt, sending me towards the bed while he sets our clothes down. I climb into bed and wait with my head against a propped up pillow and my knees bent, watching his attractive body move about in the dim light of the room before he slips gracefully onto the bed, directly between my legs.
"I love you." He presses a kiss against my temple before running his fingertips along my cheek. "(Y/N), I love you. I mean it. I love you like nothing else."
I smile, a happy tear welling in my eye at the genuineness in his profession. "I love you too, Abel, and I mean that. Thank you."
He shakes his head, his eyes intense. "Never thank me for loving you, if anyone deserves to be loved it's you. But, I am going to thank you for this. Thank you for allowing me to give myself to someone I truly love. No matter what, I'll never regret it."
"Y-you're welcome," I sputter, my cheeks flushing. "I'll treasure this, I swear. I'm so excited."
"I know." He smiles. "Me too."
Abel lowers his body to mine, his hands beside my shoulders and his tip at my eager entrance. "Ready?"
"Are you?" I ask in return, wrapping my arms around his back.
"God yes," he responds, rocking tantalizingly back and forth and looking deeply into my eyes.
"Then take me," I finish my sentence with a gasp as he edges in, my body sore from all today's activities, yet still eager to accept him.
"Holy-" He drops his forehead to mine and takes a deep breath before pushing further, inch by inch.
"How does it feel?" I ask, moving a hand to the back of his head and soothingly running my fingers through his locks.
"Incredible, there aren't words to describe it," he says, not moving but simply enjoying the sensation of us together. He lifts his forehead from mine and places a hand against my cheek, smiling when I meet his eyes.
I return his smile as he moves into me. He puts a hand under my bent knee and drapes it over his shoulder, allowing our bodies to be even closer until his full length is inside.
A shuddered breath spills from me as he steadily thrusts his hips, bending his head to meet my lips and picking up speed. He moves effortlessly within me, providing sweet and relaxing sensations. I'd never thought of Abel as small, but I can't keep from noticing that he fits much easier than Gordon, which is a relief on my already pleasantly aching body. With Gordon, I gripped him so tightly I felt shockwaves at the tiniest of motions, and most of his movements were far from tiny.
Abel's hand on my cheek moves to my breast and squeezes, eliciting a gasp.
Being with Abel is different from Gordon, but no less wonderful. While Gordon's every action commands submission both mentally and physically, Abel is more about connecting on an intimate level. It feels like sex with Abel is more of an affirmation of our bond than anything as wild and passionately carnal as sex with Gordon is. Instead of jellifying my legs, blanking my mind, and sending me flying into subspace, Abel simply pours his love for me into his every motion, his tender kisses, and his delicate attention to my body. Both are incredible experiences of completely different varieties and I can't believe how lucky I am to have their love. While this has been the most sexually exhausting day of my life, I've loved every–
"Is everything OK?" Abel asks, his bright blue eyes concerned as he caresses my face with his knuckles and slows his movements.
"More than OK," I reassure him, kissing his nose. "Just thinking of how lucky I am, and how much I love you."
His smile brightens the room and he returns a kiss to my nose. "I love you too, sweetheart. So ridiculously much." He gathers me in his arms, lifting me from the bed and onto his lap, where he buries his face into my shoulder. "You feel amazing."
"So do you." I gyrate my hips against his length, feeling his trembling breath against my skin while his fingers press into my lower back. I know I can't expect him to last much longer– he's already made it much further than anyone could rightly expect of a virgin– and I've appreciated every second. I move my hips up and down against him, holding his head to me and enjoying his body trembling against mine when I reach his base.
He lays me down on the bed, his breathing short and rapid. As soon as he pulls the tip from me, his cum sprays out across my lower stomach up to my breasts in impressive arcs. He allows himself to fall to his side on the bed, wrapping an arm around my upper body and attempting to steady his breaths.
"I... think I pulled out in time," he says, some concern slipping into his voice. "You felt so good, I didn't want to stop. It took more willpower than I expected to even begin to pull from you."
"It's OK, Abel, I think you made it." I turn my head into the crook of his neck, savoring his touch and his musky, masculine scent. Truthfully, I hadn't troubled myself for a second even considering what he'd do with his cum. Gordon has me so used to taking him, my worry of being impregnated is nearly non-existent at this point. I hadn't consciously thought of it before, but I'd be just as happy carrying Abel's child as Gordon's, so if he had came inside of me... I don't think it'd be a problem. The only aspect I would have liked to discuss beforehand is how Abel would feel about being a dad, but I do know that he'd make a wonderful one.
Abel lets out a deep sigh, his arm that isn't wrapped around me resting on his forehead. "I love you, and I'm so happy. I mean it, I'm the happiest man in the world, except perhaps being on-par with Gordon."
"I love you too, and I'm the happiest girl in the world." I grin as he rubs my arm and kisses my cheek.
"Would you like to rinse off with me?" He asks. "So you'll be ready for your date tonight."
"You say that so nonchalantly," I say, giggling. "Most guys can't even dream of their woman being with another man and yet here you are encouraging me."
"Most men aren't me, sweetheart. I'm secure in knowing you love me, and whatever fun you have and the love you have for Gordon isn't going to change that. Now, let's get you ready." He stands from the bed somewhat laboriously, yet still holds his hand out to me.
"Tired?" I ask.
"Extremely, do forgive me if I'm asleep when you get back. I'm rarely tired, but tonight has worn me out. I can only imagine how you feel," he says, walking with me to the bathroom.
"Of course, I wasn't expecting you to stay up for me," I say. "Though that's really sweet of you to think of me."
"I always think of you," he says, turning me to face him. "And I always will."