Page 14 of Off Limits
For a moment, Gabriel seemed lost in the sensation, frozen except for the trembling in his thighs, the way his cock pulsed against Asher's tongue. The moonlight caught his face—eyes squeezed shut, jaw slack with pleasure, looking wrecked in a way Asher had never imagined the composed Gabriel Stone could look. It was intoxicating, knowing he'd done that. Knowing he'd reduced Gabriel to this.
Even if Gabriel was only reacting to the moon, not to Asher specifically. Even if any mouth would have done the job.
Stop thinking and just take what you can get,Asher told himself, adjusting his angle to take Gabriel deeper.You've done worse for less.
Gabriel groaned, hips starting to move in small, aborted thrusts like he was trying to hold back but couldn't quite manage it. The sounds he was making—broken, desperate, barely human—went straight to Asher's neglected cock. Even lost to the moon, Gabriel was trying not to hurt him, trying to maintain somecontrol. The consideration in that small restraint made Asher's chest ache with something he didn't want to name.
Then, as if some barrier in him had finally broken, Gabriel's mouth found Asher's cock, swallowing him down in one smooth motion that made Asher cry out.
The position was awkward, desperate, perfect. Gabriel's mouth was hot and demanding around him, all technique abandoned in favor of pure hunger. But somehow that made it better—this wasn't the practiced skill of someone who'd done this before. This was raw need, primal want, Gabriel taking what the moon demanded he take.
Gabriel wasn't staying still: his hips moved in increasingly urgent thrusts, fucking into Asher's mouth with a rhythm that spoke of pure need. Not cruel about it, not forcing, but insistent in a way that made Asher feel used in the best possible way.
Like he was necessary. Like Gabriel needed this—needed him—to survive the night.
Hedoesn'tneed you,Asher reminded himself, relaxing his throat to take him deeper.You’re just a convenient hole. Wrong place, wrong time.
But God, the way Gabriel looked in the moonlight—all that controlled power finally unleashed, silver hair wild, muscles shifting under skin that gleamed with sweat. Beautiful and dangerous and everything Asher had never dared dream he could have.
This was wrong. So fucking wrong. He was taking advantage of Gabriel in an altered state, getting his rocks off with someone who'd probably be disgusted when he realized what happened.Add it to the list of ways Asher had disappointed everyone who'd ever given a damn about him.
But he couldn't stop. Not with Gabriel making those sounds around his cock, not with the taste of him flooding his senses, not with the moonlight making everything feel like a fever dream he'd wake up from anyway.
Gabriel's hands gripped Asher's thighs hard enough to leave fingerprints, spreading him wider, taking him deeper. No hesitation, no careful build-up, just pure hunger like he was trying to consume Asher whole. All while his hips maintained that rhythm, rutting into Asher's mouth with increasing urgency.
The dual sensation was overwhelming—being taken from both ends, used and using in equal measure. Asher's jaw ached from the stretch, throat raw from Gabriel's thrusts, but he couldn't bring himself to pull away. Not when Gabriel was making those sounds, not when his whole body was humming with need.
This is what you wanted,Asher thought with bitter satisfaction.To be useful to him. To matter, even if it's just as a warm body during a mating run.
Pleasure built at the base of Asher's spine faster than he expected. Gabriel's mouth was relentless, tongue doing something that made Asher see stars. He tried to warn him, pulling at his hair, but Gabriel just growled—actually growled, the vibration traveling through Asher's cock—and sucked harder.
That possessive sound, that refusal to let go, shattered Asher's control. He was coming with a muffled cry, spilling across Gabriel's tongue while his whole body shook.
Gabriel didn't stop. Didn't even slow down. He swallowed everything and kept going, licking Asher through the aftershocks and beyond, until sensitivity bordered on pain. His hips never stopped moving, fucking into Asher's mouth with desperate, irregular thrusts.
Asher whimpered around him, overwhelmed, oversensitive, but Gabriel's hands just shifted to his thighs, pushing them wider. His mouth moved from Asher’s spent cock to his hole with the same feral abandon, making Asher gasp.
Too much,Asher's brain screamed, tears pricking at his eyes from the overstimulation. But there was something darkly satisfying about it too—about being pushed past his limits, about Gabriel taking what he needed without apology. Like Asher was something worth being greedy about, even if it was just the moon talking.
The mix of pain and too-much-pleasure had Asher writhing, but he kept his mouth open, let Gabriel use him, because this was what he'd chosen. This was the price of having Gabriel, even for one night—total surrender, complete consumption.
Gabriel's thrusts became erratic, his whole body tensing. The sounds he was making vibrated through Asher's oversensitive body—desperate, broken, barely human. Beautiful in their rawness, in their complete lack of Gabriel's usual control.
Then he was coming with a sound that echoed through the trees, pulsing into Asher's mouth while his teeth sank into Asher's thigh hard enough that Asher wondered if he'd broken skin.
Asher swallowed it all, the taste wild and intense, nothing like the mechanical encounters he was used to. This was Gabriel, raw and undiluted, and Asher knew with crushing certainty thatnothing would ever compare. He'd spend the rest of his life chasing this feeling and coming up short.
They collapsed in the pine needles for barely a heartbeat, both panting. Asher's jaw ached, his throat was raw, his hole was slick with spit, and he could feel bruises blooming across his thighs. Evidence of what they'd done. What he'd let happen.
"Fuck," Asher breathed, trying to catch his breath, trying to process?—
Strong hands gripped Asher's hips, flipping him over onto his stomach with effortless strength. Asher barely had time to get his hands under himself before Gabriel was covering him, all that naked skin and barely-leashed power pressing him into the forest floor.
"Mine," Gabriel growled, and then he was pressing inside.
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No warning,no preparation beyond what his mouth had already done. Just the thick head of Gabriel's cock breaching him, slick only with his own saliva and precome, stretching Asher wider than he'd been stretched in months.
