Initiation

Gabe Love

Hello my dears. Finally on to new material. Yayy. Hope you guys enjoy it. Sorry for the delay between work and dance I've just overdone it and my body crashed. So took longer than I wanted. Anywhooo...enjoy some Sang and Gabe love <3 I missed Gabe :)

*Sang*

I sat in front of the mirror in my bathroom while Gabriel meticulously styled my hair. He trimmed my ends then used a wide barrel curling iron to style my hair into a mass of ringlets leaving a few pieces near my face looser than the others to frame my face. He spritzed it with a bit of hairspray to keep my curls from falling then surveyed his work.

"Gorgeous," he whispered softly then pecked my lips. He rummaged around a cosmetic case and took out an eye shadow pallet. He took out a few different brushes, black liner and went to work. Minutes later my eyes were a smoky brown; light toffee shadow covered one portion of my lid, a warm chocolate shimmer blended in flawlessly and black liquid liner made my eyes pop in a way only Gabriel could master.

He tossed all of his tools into the case and withdrew a pink gloss a couple shades darker than my natural lip color. "Pucker up, Trouble," he said with a grin. I made a raspberry with my lips and he dabbed a bit of the gloss on my lower and upper lip. He set the gloss aside and padded over to the door where my dress hung neatly on the hanger then brought it over for me to slip on.

I tentatively undid the robe then placed it gently on the sink. My knees knocked together from how intense Gabriel's eyes roamed my body. I think seeing me in my underwear is even more difficult now that we've been a tad more intimate with each other judging from his reaction. Not as far as Victor did the other evening, but a little past just heavy making out. I covered my stomach in an attempt to hide more of my body from him, but he snatched my arms down immediately.

"Fuck me, you have nothing to be embarrassed about Trouble," he insisted, drawing my body closer so he could wrap his arms around my waist. I rested my head on his chest careful not to smudge my make up or more importantly get any on his crisp navy blazer.

Gabriel cupped my chin and leaned down so his lips could meet mine. I melted instantly pressing my hands into his chest to steady myself. Strong hands inched their way down from my shoulders until they could palm both of my butt cheeks. I whimpered in his mouth, dragging my tongue across his bottom lip. He growled low in his throat and allowed my tongue entrance. He murmured something intelligible then hiked my legs up so they wrapped around his waist. He trailed soft kisses down my neck while grinding his hips into mine roughly. My back hit the wall abruptly forcing a gasp from my lips. I untucked his shirt from his jeans so my hands could roam underneath the smooth fabric. He cupped my breasts, placed a chaste kiss on top of each and popped the front clasp of my bra with ease. His tongue ring flicked over each nipple, the metal ball contrasting with the heat radiating off each of our bodies. I'm panting, scratching at his back and thrusting my pelvis harder into his. He cursed, unbuttoned his blazer and tossed it on the floor.

"It's going to get wrinkled," I reminded, tugging on the hair at the nape of his neck. More curses flew from his mouth. I was unceremoniously plopped on my feet while he made quick work of his white button down shirt and midnight blue jeans. Both along with the blazer were hung up in front of my dress swiftly before his lips crashed into mine again. Neither one of us was aware how to continue from here, but some innate instinct drove our actions.

Gabriel's hands hooked onto to either side of my panties, but stopped before they joined my bra on the floor. His crystal gaze met my light green eyes silently asking whether it was alright to continue. I nodded my approval shaking from both desire and nerves. He pecked my nose then slid them down. He swallowed hard, brilliant blue eyes soaking in my body. I fought hard to hide myself from him.

Calloused slim fingers parted my folds and ever so smoothly situated themselves inside. My entire head fell back; my eyes closed relishing in how effortless they pumped in and out.

"Trouble, you're so fucking wet," Gabriel said, dropping to the floor between my legs. I scrunched by eyebrows together confused by his actions and choked when that cold little ball on his tongue joined his fingers. I forgot anyone else existed other than Gabriel and cried his name. My walls tightened like a vise until they couldn't hold any longer and burst. Both hands gripped Gabriel's shoulder for dear life as I rode out my orgasm. My knees gave way and I collapsed in a heap on the bathroom tiles. I was shocked to see Gabriel roughly stroking himself whispering my name quietly. I sat transfixed by his expression, then did the boldest thing I had ever done in my life. I crawled over to him on my knees and tentatively licked the tip of his length. He sputtered incoherently, babbling something about not having to do this. I ignored it all and let half of it slide down my throat intrigued by the salty, sweet taste.

I mimicked how his hands stroked up and down with my mouth thrilled his babbling abruptly halted so my name and a slew of other profanity were the only words to pass his lips. Moments later a stream of liquid erupted I wasn't prepared for. I didn't want to leave it sitting around my mouth or hurt Gabriel's feelings by spitting it out so I swallowed then carefully released him. I'm not sure if that was what I'm supposed to do, but his jaw fell open and he hugged me so tight my bones were cracking so I took it as a good sign.

He kissed my forehead then sighed, "Trouble, Sang I love you but, we'll never leave this bathroom if we don't stop. I want to lock you in here and say screw these fuckers, but I can't."

I giggled, blushing furiously, "I do too Meanie. I understand." I stood up wobbling on my feet a little and padded over to my dress. I held it out admiring the black mid thigh flapper dress. The fabric swung lightly when I moved and skimmed my curves. Gabriel came over to help me into my dress and ensure it fit properly. Nude embellished heels were removed from their box and slipped onto my feet.

"I think you need to get dressed again, Meanie," I said, grinning widely. I couldn't help my giddiness. My amazing boyfriend was walking around shirtless, in his boxers after giving me the most phenomenal orgasm of my life. This was what normal girls got to do with their boyfriend after being intimate. If this was any indication how this evening was going to go then I was ready to cannon ball in.

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All of the guys wore jeans in various washes, blazers and button down shirts. I felt horrible for Victor who looked uncomfortable in his medium wash jeans, white button up shirt and slim black tie. I know he would have preferred his usual black slacks to the jeans. I thought the slim fit complemented his lithe frame wonderfully and the slim tie was both tasteful and stylish. As soon as this job was over I planned on approaching Owen about finding a fashion school for Gabriel. I wanted him to pursue his passion so badly. Meanie deserved it more than anyone I knew to be recognized for his talent.

"Everyone ready?" Kota asked, once we were all gathered in the living room.

Nathan grinned mischievously and hugged me from behind, "To dance with Peanut, yes."

Kota glared at him, "Nate I mean ready to leave. This is serious guys. Andre and Xavier interrogated us and almost blew our cover in one conversation. There will be more of their contemporaries at this party plus the three girls. We need to be focused on what we're there for."

I rested my head on my Honey's shoulder and breathed in his soothing cyprus and leather scent for comfort. "You're staying with me tonight so I'll see you later too."

He kissed the top of my head, "Of course, Peanut."

"The SUV is ready for us downstairs, gentlemen. We can discuss any of your concerns or question on the way," said Owen authoritatively, using a handkerchief to clean his glasses.

Everyone nodded and moved swiftly to the elevator. I followed as quickly as I could in my high heels and almost stumbled into North. He turned, raised an eyebrow and grabbed my hand, "Baby, how do you look so fucking cute even when you're falling into me?"

I really wasn't sure how to answer that question so I just shrugged. I didn't think I looked cute at all. I felt as graceful as an elephant attempting to waltz.

Apologies on cutting it so shorts girls. It wouldn't have flowed into the next portion well. Ready to meet Melina? ;)