All of Me by Tiffany Patterson

Chapter 18

Lena

A dark club with strobe lights, and loud, eclectic music, filled with dancing people was exactly what I needed.

I could hear the rhythmic beating of the music as soon as I stepped out of the cab. The tightness that’d wound its way through my chest during dinner began to ease. I didn’t know if the easing was from the sound of the music or the contact with Gabe. It was likely a combination of both.

He’d been so calm and resolute throughout dinner. He didn’t take too much shit from my parents, but he didn’t fly off the handle like I wanted to do sometimes when I was around them for too long.

“Thank you for indulging my parents tonight,” I said right before we reached the door of Skins. I lifted onto my tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. Gabe turned his head at the last second, connecting our lips.

Fire shot through my veins at the contact, and I almost melted right there in his arms.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” he said in the deep, gruff voice of his.

I should’ve known that’s how he would’ve reacted to my parents. Very few things got Gabriel riled up. The only time I saw him come close to appearing as if he would lose it was when either one of my parents would make snide remarks regarding me.

Though they were my parents, sitting with Gabe beside me, I felt secure and protected, even from them. That was an odd feeling. My last relationship felt like the total opposite. Either Nate was teaming up with my parents to insult me, or he was telling me what a nuisance they were and how I needed to be grateful that he loved me enough to even put up with them.

I stepped through the door Gabe held open for me.

The club pulsed with the electricity of the hundreds of people who danced in the middle of the floor.

“Do you want a drink?” Gabe asked, low in my ear.

I shook my head and turned, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “I want to dance. With you,” I replied, my lips almost touching his.

“That can be arranged.”

He smiled wide and led me by the hand to the dance floor. Soon as we hit the dance floor, a dancehall song came on. I started swaying my hips, remembering the song immediately.

“Who’s this?” Gabe asked, his arms wrapped around my waist from behind me.

I leaned back as he bent low, placing his ear next to my mouth. “‘Hold You’ by Gyptian. Came out in 2010,” I answered. “First time hearing it?”

He nodded.

I laughed. “Let me show you how to dance to it.”

I lifted my arms to wrap them around his neck as he stood behind me while I whirled my hips in time to the music. Gabe surprised me when his hips began moving in time with mine. We both danced and grinded against one another as if we were the only two people on the dance floor.

We were the only two that mattered as far as I was concerned. With Gabriel, I felt freer than I had in a very long time. Free to stumble on the dance floor a little, free to laugh and giggle when his beard brushed across my neck, or he ran his hands up my thighs.

Another dancehall song came on. This one was by Sean Paul, and again, my date surprised me when he started rapping along with the lyrics.

“I’m not a total hick,” he said in my ear. “I know some music outside of rock.”

I leaned in and pulled his face into mine, kissing him. “I never would’ve mistaken you for a hick,” I replied with my lips against his.

He laughed, and heat flowed up my spine. His touch, caress, and the sound of his laughter did more to increase my body temperature than all the dancing I’d done and all the sweaty bodies that surrounded us.

Every time one of the strobe lights flashed in our direction, allowing me to see his intense gaze burrowing into mine, I held my breath. I’d tried to hold out. To not give him what he demanded, which was something no one had ever asked of me.

Perhaps, it was the two encounters with my parents that weakened me. Or, maybe it was being back in my home city, which, even for a short period, could feel tiring with all its hustle and bustle. Possibly, it was the deep, dark fear in the back of my mind that remained about my inability to write new music.

Yet, it could’ve been the way my body trembled with each new way Gabe touched me. He ran his fingers down my arms and brushed his hips against mine. His breath fanned across my skin.

I didn’t know which one of these factors made me realize it, but perhaps it was all of them combined. Either way, I wanted Gabe to take me, all of me, in any way he wanted. And I was tired of running from it.

He leaned in, getting next to my ear. “Are you ready to say it now?”

I didn’t need to ask what the it was. We both knew.

He pulled back, and I nodded.

I reached up onto my tiptoes again. “You can have all of me. Every last bit.”

Gabe’s arm around my body tightened, and before I could register it, we were off the dance floor and pushing through the doors of the nightclub. His arm flew up into the air to hail a cab.

Not even five minutes after I finally made my admission, we were heading back to our hotel, Gabe’s lips covering mine.

* * *

We madeit from the cab to Gabe’s room in a blur. All I remembered was the rush of heat up my body and the sound of an elevator, followed by the softness of the bedsheets.

I laid there, splayed out as Gabe’s hands ran up my legs and underneath my dress, stripping me of my stockings and panties. A grin crested on my lips as I watched him toss both of my undergarments over his shoulder.

“Say it again,” he ordered. His fingers tightened around my thighs, and he yanked me closer to him at the edge of the bed. His positioning forced me to wrap my legs around his hips.

I forced out the breath I held. “All of me. I’m ready to give you all of me.”

I gasped when he jutted his hips against my sex, forcing me to feel the steel between his thighs. Even with his clothes still on, I could feel his girth.

I didn’t get to think about it for too long before Gabe moved over top of me. He brought my arms overhead, holding them by the wrists as he hovered above me.

“I should make you fucking beg for making me wait so long,” he gritted out through clenched teeth.

Smiling in the face of his apparent anger, I lifted my head and licked the corner of his mouth.

“The wait was worth it,” I whispered.

He made something between a groan and a growl before taking my lips in his. The kiss damn near burnt off the rest of my clothing. That’s what it felt like because before the kiss, my dress was still on, and after it, I found myself naked save for my bra. And Gabe was busy stripping me out of that as well.

A second later, my bra went flying over his shoulder, and his mouth covered my breast. Arching off the bed, I cupped the back of his head with my hand.

One of his hands went to my wrists, moving them over my head again, while his other hand moved in between my thighs. I felt a long, thick finger slide into my core. I was so wet that he easily slipped inside. My pussy walls clamped around his finger, but it wasn’t enough.

“Gabe, I need more,” I panted, feeling too hot and bothered to worry about pride or dignity. I’d already agreed to give him more than I ever thought I could. What the hell was begging after that?

“Say please.”

“You son of a bitch.”

He chuckled, and if he hadn’t been holding both of my hands against the bed, I would’ve slapped him.

“Say it.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m gonna get to it, Cin, but you’ve gotta say please first.”

I softened, relaxing my body against the bed and spreading my legs wider. “Please, Wolf?” I begged in the most syrupy sweet tone I could muster.

That did the trick. Gabe’s cock jumped in his pants against the inside of my thigh. He moved even faster to remove his clothing than he had my own.

By the time he was fully undressed, moving over the top of me, with a condom in his hand, any glint of humor had vacated his eyes. He deftly tore open the condom wrapper between his teeth and sheathed himself.

“Ohh,” I groaned out when he pushed himself so deep inside of me I saw stars. It wasn’t a painful experience. More like an out-of-body one.

Gabe moved his hands beneath my knees, pushing my legs up high to my shoulders. I felt him slide even deeper inside of me. I wondered if it were possible for him to reach my stomach with his dick. That’s what it felt like he was doing.

I clawed at his forearms, holding onto him for dear life as he pummeled me in the most exquisite way possible. I thought I knew what I was getting myself into. On the dance floor, I’d been so ready and anxious to submit to him whatever he asked for. Yet, there wasn’t anything that could’ve prepared me for this.

The onslaught of emotion and pleasure felt like it came from every direction. Tears pricked the backs of my eyes, but I couldn’t let them fall. Instead, I lifted my head and connected my mouth with his. He kissed me in the same way he fucked me—with complete and total domination.

I came all over his cock, crying out his name. It was a song unto itself.

Gabe drove himself deeper and deeper, even as my walls milked him. His body tightened, and he pulled me closer into him as he came.

All I could do afterward was struggle to breathe. It took a long while for my body to reestablish its regular breathing pattern. It felt surreal, as if something happened that I didn’t entirely have words for.

When Gabe pulled back, I could see that same look in his eyes. Those eyes searched mine. A litany of questions appeared in his gaze. He didn’t say anything for a long time.

Eventually, he leaned in and pressed the sweetest, softest kiss to my lips.

“Thank you,” he finally said.

I closed my eyes tightly, but one tear still managed to make its way out.

Thankfully, Gabe didn’t say anything else after that. I wasn’t sure I would be able to hold it together if he had. Instead, I felt the bed dip as he got up.

I kept my eyelids sealed, eventually feeling a warm cloth in between my legs. Still, I didn’t open my eyes. Not until Gabe climbed back into bed with me and wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me into his, did I settle down enough to fall asleep.