Second Nature (His Chance 2)

After we reached the apartment building, we said goodnight and pried ourselves out of that tiny backseat, then walked into the building hand-in-hand. “I love your friends,” I said.

“Me too.”

“Also, I met Zan Tillane tonight! I still can’t believe it.”

Gabriel said, “If I’d known you were such a fan, I would have introduced you sooner. He and his husband live on Catalina, and they spend a lot of time at the resort.”

“Is that just a weird coincidence?”

“No. Gianni’s brother Dante is an investor in Seahorse Ranch, and once or twice a year he reserves the whole property and brings a big group of friends and family from San Francisco. That’s how Zan and Gianni and a couple of my friends ended up falling in love with Catalina. My friends got jobs at the resort, and then they invited me to come down and apply when some positions opened up.”

“Good thing you got that job, so I could find you in the most unlikely place imaginable.”

He grinned at me as we boarded the elevator, and when we reached the apartment he unlocked the door and said, “It’s still early. Do you feel like a movie night?”

“Definitely. I just want a quick shower first.”

“I’ll make us some snacks while you do that.”

After I got cleaned up, I put on a white tank top and a pair of gym shorts and followed the smell of fresh popcorn to the den at the other end of the apartment. It was a fairly small, cozy room with dark blue walls, floor-to-ceiling overstuffed bookshelves, a huge TV, and a big, comfortable couch…although by fairly small, I meant it was basically the size of my entire studio apartment.

When I reached the doorway, I whispered, “Good lord.”

Gabriel had changed into a wine-colored cropped camisole and matching boy shorts, which hugged his body. His back was to me, and he was bending over to read the labels on some Blu-ray discs on a lower shelf. I immediately started to get hard, and I came up behind him and ran a hand over his hip. He responded by leaning back and pressing his ass against me, while he shot me a flirty smile over his shoulder.

If our relationship was ever going to turn sexual, now was the time. All the kissing and cuddling was great, but I knew we both wanted more. I really felt like the longer we waited, the tougher it would be to get to that next level. So, when he straightened up and turned to face me, I finally stopped overthinking and pulled him into my arms.

I claimed his mouth with a demanding kiss, and he moaned against my lips. Then I swung him around and pressed his back to the wall. He laced his fingers with mine, and I pinned his hands over his head, which drew another soft moan from him.

Being the one in charge felt backwards in a way, but it also felt good, because I could clearly see it gave him pleasure. That was what spurred me on. As soon as I began to think of taking control as a way to please Gabriel and make him feel good, it all fell into place.

The way his body responded was incredibly gratifying. I leaned back just far enough to meet his gaze and said, “Tell me what you want.”

He arched against me, breathing fast as he whispered, “Please let me suck your cock.”

“Get on your knees, Angel.” He complied immediately, then began rubbing his cheek against the front of my shorts as he looked up at me. His hard-on strained against his underwear, showing me I was definitely on the right track.

I stepped back and took off my clothes as he held my gaze, his chest rising and falling in time to his quick, shallow breaths. Because I understood what being made to wait did to a submissive, I took my time and began stroking my cock as I watched him. I was putting on a show more than anything, and it worked perfectly to build his anticipation. A little whimper slipped from him, and he whispered, “Please.”

It was empowering to realize I could give him exactly what he needed. After that epiphany, there was no more self-doubt. I could do this.

When I moved closer, he opened his mouth in eager anticipation. I said, “Not until I give you permission,” and then I ran the tip of my cock over his lower lip. Another little whimper slipped from him as he held my gaze. A pink flush warmed his skin while his hard-on strained against his underwear, showing me just how much he was enjoying this.

Finally, I said, “Okay, go ahead.” He grasped my hips with shaking hands and dove onto my cock, sliding his lips from the base to the tip, then sucking me as if his life depended on it.