Without limits ssion and.., p.17
Without Limits: A BWWM Collection of Passion and Desire, page 17
“I’d love some hot chocolate.”
“And, I’d love to give you some too,” she whispered on her way to the kitchen. “What’s wrong with me?” She grabbed the milk from the refrigerator and poured it into two cups then stuck them in the microwave.
She listened for Hugh at the kitchen doorway then got the hot chocolate mix and mini marshmallows out the cabinet. “It’s instant hot chocolate,” she yelled. “Is that all right?”
He didn’t answer.
She got the hot milk out the microwave, dumped the chocolate mix and sugar into it, and stirred. “Hugh?” she shouted. “You okay?”
Still no answer.
“You’re not trying to scare me are you?” She placed handfuls of marshmallows on top of the steaming chocolate. “If you think this is funny, you’re mistaken…”
Strong hands grabbed her from behind, pushing her against the counter.
“Hugh,” she grunted as his hungry kisses invaded the back of her neck. “Don’t….”
“I want you.” He pulled her shirt off one shoulder, clamping his mouth on her skin.
“Ooh.” Her hands shook, and she got a smudge of chocolate on one. “Ow.” She sucked the burning spot. “Hugh...we can’t.”
He moaned as he flung her around, his hands making their way up her shirt.
“No,” she protested, not meaning a word of it.
“I love you, Gabby.” His long fingers tickled her stomach, teasing the erogenous zone of her belly button. “You want this.” He caught her bottom lip in his mouth. “Let it go, Gabby.”
Her nipples shot out, igniting her entire body.
“Let it go.” He ripped off her denim shirt and fondled the cups of her white, satin bra. “You like this?” He shoved his tongue inside her lips, tickling the roof of her mouth. “Huh?”
“Yes.”
He massaged her trembling buttocks through her jeans. “Get these off.” He unbuckled her belt and yanked her pants to the floor.
With her tongue tangled in his, Gabrielle stepped out her sneakers and held onto his powerful arms as he thrust his hands in the back of her cotton panties.
“You feel so good,” he crooned with eyes half-closed. “I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long.”
“You don’t have to dream anymore.” She embraced the pear-scent of his hair. “I’m here, and I’m yours.” She nibbled on his hairy chin. “It’s happening, Hugh. It’s happening.”
As if that gave him the permission he’d longed for, he freed himself of his jeans and kicked them across the floor.
He gave Gabrielle several more masterful, tongue-kisses then guided her to her knees in front of him.
Gabrielle inhaled the sweaty scent of his long, lopsided cock and buried her lips into the black hair above his shaft.
“Yes.” Hugh grabbed the top of her head. “You don’t know how much I’ve dreamt of seeing you on your knees. Fuck. I swear I’m gonna come.”
She sucked his saggy balls, switching from one to the other for equal treatment.
“Oh, Gabby.” His stomach rippled and swelled as she lodged his pole into her mouth. “Yes.” He shifted to her movements. “I can’t believe this.” He leaned back, against the counter. “Gabrielle Montane is giving me head in the kitchen.” He chuckled. “I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
“Mm.” Gabrielle licked fast, then slow, tickling the tip of his dick with her tongue.
“God, yes,” He grabbed her left tit, slipping it from the cup. “I love you so much.”
“Um, yeah.” Gabrielle moaned. “Touch my nipple like that. Oh.” She sucked faster, moving his dick around her mouth.
“Uh-huh.” He held her head in place. “Like that. Your lips are so soft. Fuck.” He pulled her from the floor and shoved her breast into his mouth.
Gabrielle squealed, her pussy pulsating with pain and pleasure.
Moaning, he slurped her right breast, while pinching her left nipple.
“Is it…” Gabrielle panted. “What you dreamt it would be?”
“Mm-hm.” He nodded, sucking.
“I’m yours tonight, Hugh.” She wrapped her leg around him. “Take me. Take me like you’ve wanted to all these years.”
“I’ll take you.” He snatched her bra off and dropped it in the sink. “You’re sure? I don’t want you to regret this—”
“Fuck me.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” He tore off her panties, knelt in front of her and latched his sturdy lips on her labia, making her pussy his tongue’s slave.
Gabrielle rotated as he forced his tongue within her soaked folds.
“Right there.” She pushed Hugh’s head farther between her legs. “Oh, yes. God, Hugh.”
“Mm-hm.” He gave her pussy a few more smacks, and then hoisted her onto the counter next to the sink.
With the faucet dripping onto her arm, Hugh kissed from her breasts to her pussy then stared her in the face. “You ready?”
She nodded, her fingernails pressed into the counter. “Fuck me.”
He widened her legs, massaged her pussy with his eager fingers and then slid inside of her, causing Gabrielle to whelp from the slight pain. “You okay?” He held onto the cabinet above her as he stroked back and forth, his girth stretching her.
“You’re so big.” The slight burning sensation reminded her of the first time she made love. “It hurts. I…I don’t know if I can take you.”
“I’ll slow down, but I want you so bad.” He struggled to slow his strokes. “Does it still hurt?”
“No.” Gabrielle shot her feet into the air as the pain subsided. “Ah, yes.” She patted her clit as he stroked. “God, yes. Like that. Go faster.”
Hugh pumped with perfection, moving his body in ways that proved he knew how to please any woman in the bedroom.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“Stop saying that.” She chuckled, her fingers slipping into her own wetness.
“It’s true.” He gawked at her, forehead filled with lines. “I’ve never seen a woman so beautiful in all my life.” He clenched her ass. “I’m gonna come.”
“Yes.”
“Put your legs up here.”
“Like this?” She scooted, lifting them straight into the air.
“On my shoulders.” His movements remained steady. “Lay your ankles on my shoulders.”
She did.
“Ooh, yes.” Sweat trickled from his forehead to her stomach. “This is the best pussy I ever had.”
She grinned. “That’s saying a lot.”
He went deeper. “I’m coming. Ah.”
“Come on, Hugh.” She held him, banging against him. “Come on!”
His face contorted into a deep scowl as he pulled out before he released. “Oh!” He shook as his face and neck turned red. “Gabby? Did we—?”
“Yeah.” She collapsed on the counter. “We sure as hell did.”
Chapter Thirty-One
“Oh, Dash!” Sierra’s large breasts swung as she bounced hard on Dash’s thick, dick. “Yes, oh. Yeah.” She held onto the stable door, swirling her body back and forth.
Dash flinched, his eyes wide and intense. “Sierra. Oh.”
“Right there.” She hovered over him, riding as if she were in the Kentucky Derby. “Grab my ass.”
“Yes.” He slapped her ass; small sprigs of hay went flying. “Ride me, Sierra.”
Their moans echoed through the stable, causing various horses to neigh at the passionate disturbance.
“Come for me, Sierra.” Dash grabbed her head, staring into her eyes.
“Oh.” She rode faster, her body erupting into an ocean of ecstasy. “Ah.” Her legs jolted, followed by a numbing sensation in the bottom of her feet. “Jesus.” Sweat seeped from her face and breasts.
“You’re not crying now.” Dash shoved his hands into her hay-tangled hair, holding her head to his moist chest. “Are you?”
“Nope.” She caught his pink nipple between her teeth. “Not anymore.”
“Ta dah!” A shirtless Hugh stood in Gabrielle’s kitchen the next morning, with a spatula. “Morning, Gorgeous.” He gave her a hard smack on the lips. “You sleep well? I did.”
She sat at the table, drifting in the aroma of strawberries. “What’s all this?”
“Your breakfast.” Hugh flipped pancakes in one pan and tended to the pork sausages in the one next to it. “I think it was in Essence Magazine a few years back when you said nothing’s more romantic than a man making you breakfast.”
She laughed, moving the floral centerpiece to the side. “You read that? Why am I not surprised?”
“And, you also said in Cosmopolitan you love fruit in your pancakes.”
She gushed. “I do.”
“Strawberry is your favorite fruit.” He winked at her over his shoulder. “So, I threw some in the pancake mixture and we got a darn good breakfast, baby.”
She approached, hugging him from behind. “It’s like you walked out of my fantasies.”
“That’s how I felt the day I met you.” He took the fluffy pancakes out the pan. “I don’t know if you like your pancakes thick or thin so I decided on fluffy.”
She turned him around. “Oh, any way you make them is fine with me.” She gave a kiss on his lips, ignoring both of their morning breaths. “We need to brush our teeth.”
They laughed.
“I’d take funky breath every morning if I am waking up with you.” He turned the sausage off and wrapped his arms around her waist. “You’re so beau…”
She put her finger on his lips. “You’re so beautiful.”
“I can’t believe we made love. There no words to describe how happy I am, Gabrielle.”
“I’d still like to hear it,” she teased.
“How happy I am?” He walked around the kitchen, waving his arms. “As happy as a kid on the morning of Christmas. The sun is shining brighter. The birds are chirping louder, and everywhere I look there’s a glow.” He grabbed her and leaned against the counter. “Let’s get married.”
She laughed.
“I’m serious.” He swayed her. “Today. Let’s throw caution to the wind. It’s Hollywood. There are no rules here.” He danced with her. “Let’s do it.”
She laughed, patting his pecs. “Getting married on the spur of the moment isn’t my style.”
“It’s mine.” He kissed her nose. “I gotta tie you down so everyone knows you belong to me.”
“Maybe you should wait until we spend more time together. I might bore the heck out of you now.”
“Never.” He kissed her neck. “I’m under your spell. I want you even more than I did before.”
She broke from the embrace and got a glass from the cabinet.
“Something wrong?”
She filled her glass with apple juice.
“Gabby?” Hugh chuckled with nervousness as she sipped. “The tide shifted in here.”
“You want to be an official couple?”
“I’ve wanted that since I first saw your photo.”
“Isn’t there something you have to do first?” She sat at the table, glaring at him.
“You mean Sierra?”
“Yes, I would mean Sierra.” She crossed her arms on the table. “I don’t sleep with a man for no reason. If I put myself out there intimately it means I care about you.”
He swallowed, causing the silver stud in his ear to wiggle.
“I don’t want this to be a onetime thing.”
“Me either.” He sat in the chair beside her and took her hand. “I want us to be together forever.”
“I won’t be with you if Sierra is still in the picture.”
“Gabby—”
“I shouldn’t have slept with you.” She lifted a corner of the floral place mat. “I couldn’t stop myself.”
“You know why?” His cheeks blushed. “Because this is fate like I told you. Nothing can stop our love.”
“Whether it’s fate or not, this can’t continue if you’re with someone else.”
“I’m not with her in the way you mean.”
“Whatever the reason you’re with Sierra I don’t care.” She raised her hand. “I’m no one’s side piece. Either you’re with me only or not at all. I’m not sharing another man.”
“It’s no sharing because I don’t love her.”
“Then you need to make things clear to her.”
“Gabby.” He stood, chuckling. “We had a wonderful night together. I made you breakfast. Can’t we bask in the afterglow longer before getting so serious?”
“You need to take care of this as soon as possible.” She rubbed her palms together in a swift motion. “Plus, I don’t want any drama from Sierra because if she steps to me I’m getting Brooklyn on her ass.”
“I’ll do it.” He got the spatula. “But, things are hectic now because of the film.” He got the sausage out the pan. “She’s the producer’s daughter for god’s sake. It might cause a distraction.”
“I don’t give a damn if it causes a tsunami. I’ve told you your options.” She stood. “If you want me, then you break it off with Sierra or this is over.”
He set the spatula in the sink and exhaled.
“What if the shoe were on the other foot and I had a boyfriend?”
He sighed, wiggling his toes. “I wouldn’t be too pleased.”
“If I’m the woman of your dreams and you love me, then it shouldn’t be hard to talk to Sierra. It’s not your responsibility to protect her. She’ll have to learn how to deal with the hardships of life like everyone else. Coddling her won’t help.”
“She doesn’t have anyone to turn to.”
“Well, she can’t turn to you anymore if you’re gonna be my man.” She pointed at him. “Now, if you haven’t ended things with Sierra by the end of the day, then making love will be something we’ll never repeat.” She left the kitchen.
“Gabby, wait.” He followed her to the hall. “Gabby?”
Chapter Thirty-Two
“I’m serious, Dash.” Sierra got her panties and jeans from the pile of hay. “I’m sick of going around in circles with you.” She zipped her jeans. “You know your options.”
He sat naked in the hay, legs wide-open. “You want me to call up the media and declare my love for you?”
“Bingo, buddy.” She snatched her bra from the floor. “I spent the night with you in a damn stable covered in hay and horse shit. I’ve proven my love. It’s your turn.”
He raised his arm. “I tried to prove my love when I went to Ian to get you a chance to try out for the film and you told me to mind my business.”
“This isn’t about the film, it’s about you wimping out.”
Adeline neighed from the next stall.
“Why should I put myself on the line and you’re with another dude?”
“Oh, please.” Sierra put on her blouse. “I don’t love Hugh and never did. I was with him because I couldn’t be with you. I’ll call things off with Hugh today if you make a public statement that we love each other.”
“Oh, god.” He leaned back, touching his forehead. “Sierra, don’t do this.”
“To you? You’ve done nothing but sit back and not have to make any sacrifices, Dash.” She pulled her belt from hay. “Love doesn’t work that way. If I’m worth fighting for then you’ll do it.”
“What about the film? I mean, this would cause a lot of drama.”
“I don’t care about the goddamn film!” She fastened her belt. “You want me?”
“More than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.” His balls jiggled when he moved. “I’m buck naked in a stable with you. What do you think?”
“Then make a move, Dash. You’re the only one standing in our way.” She pulled hay from her hair and opened the door to the stall.
“Where are you going?”
“I got errands to run.”
“Wait.” Dash followed her to the entrance of the stable. “I wanted to make you breakfast. You haven’t eaten all night.”
“I don’t want breakfast.” She marched through the grass. “I want action.”
“But, Sierra.” He galloped after her, hiding his junk under his hands. “Be reasonable.”
“I’m sick of being reasonable.” She glanced at his semi-erect dick, scoffing. “You’re naked in broad daylight.”
“Aw, shit.”
He trotted inside the stable.
Jamal skated into Hugh’s office, smiling as if he’d won the lottery. “You sly dog, you.”
Hugh took off his reading glasses and abandoned his notes. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t give me that.” Jamal gulped from the Coke can. “You dancing on air today. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.”
Hugh chuckled, rubbing his shirt. “Am I?”
“You happy as hell.” Jamal closed the door. “I want the details.” He relaxed on the couch, legs open. “You and Gabrielle did the nasty last night?”
Hugh twitched, looking away. “Is that your business?”
“Ha, hah!” Jamal pointed. “You did, didn’t you? You fucked Gabrielle Montane.”
“We didn’t ‘fuck’.” Hugh twirled his glasses. “We made love. All night long.”
“Awe.” Jamal guffawed. “She ain’t here so you can ditch the sensitive act.”
“I mean it, man.” Hugh sat back, rubbing his shoulder. “I love her.”
“You’re serious.” Jamal pulled the soda can from his lips. “I thought it was just bullshit to get the panties but you really love her.”
“I’m so in love I can’t see straight. I tried to work but all I’ve done is doodle her name. I feel like a sixteen-year-old kid again. Last night was magical. I’ve never felt so connected to a woman on every level.”
“What happens now?”
“I have to break things off with Sierra.” Hugh clasped his hands, sighing. “She’s fragile and this will be another thing not going right for her.”
“Look, Bruh.” Jamal stood. “I hear you on not wanting to send Sierra off to the bottle again but that’s not your responsibility. Shit, you ain’t her daddy.” He put his hand in his pocket. “She’s a grown woman, and she’s got to learn how to deal with life herself.”
