Until Her...

Chapter Nineteen

Gabriel comes back into the bedroom after I receive a phone call from my dad, causing me to wake up. My dad never calls, not even to check on me. I've not heard from a single family member since I moved here, so I knew something was up before I even answered.  Apparently, he'll be in New York at the end of November and he wants to meet for dinner. The last time he was in the city he never even called to tell me he was in the city or even bother to try and visited me. So I know he's only coming so he can interrogate me about my classes and my internship, he'll want to coerce me into a more 'stable major' as he calls it. Part of me hopes that maybe he misses me, and wants to see me. But a girl can dream, and that's if this dinner even goes ahead. Gabriel's body and hair is wet, a towel hanging loosely from his hips. I quickly glance down towards his package and notice it's prominent against the towel.
"Morning, how'd you sleep?" he says, noticing that I'm staring at his wet naked body, and I try to mask my humiliation.
"Good, you?" I run my hands over my hair, taming my messy curls.
"Not too great actually, this girl next to me stole all of the covers and kept snoring all night" he teases me. I grab a pillow from his bed and throw it at him playfully.
"No I didn't" Relief floods me as he's still in a good mood. I half expected him to come in here demanding I leave. Instead, he picks up the pillow and starts hitting me with it, soft and playfully. I try to defend myself as his body straddles mine, making it impossible to move.
"Okay, Okay" I put my hands up and he laughs at me chucking the pillow. He keeps straddling me, with his wet hair dripping onto my body. I fight the urge to run my hands through it, to smell the citrus shampoo he uses. I want to stay in this embrace forever, living in the warmth of his body. But if I don't leave now, I don't know what I'll do.
"I should probably get Avery home" I say looking up at him.
"Xavier already took her home, so we're in the clear" he gives me a smile, but that just annoys me. So I move out from under him.
"What did you say to them?"
"Just that I saw you leave this morning while I slept on the couch. That you had plans to get to" he tells me, trying to relieve the worry I have.
"Why'd you say that?" I ask confused. He has the perfect ammunition needed in order to destroy my life, but he didn't use it. Is this part of some new game he's playing with me and he'll turn around tomorrow and be the other Gabriel I know.
"I didn't think you'd want me telling them what really happened" a pensive look on his face. And my worry fades at his words, cause he's right I don't.
"I should probably get going" I start picking up my clothes from the floor when Gabriel moves off the bed and struts toward me. He grabs my hips and presses his body into the back of me. He's become a lot more flirty and familiar since last night, and I'm not complaining about it. 
"Or you could stay" he whispers into my ear as his hands move under my shirt.
"I can't..." I moan from the feeling of him on me.
"You can, and you want too" his fingers stroke my breast as his warm breath melts on my neck while he leaves wet kisses on it. What's gotten into us? The lust for each other is undeniable and too much to handle, but he's right I don't want to leave. I've already betrayed my friend, and she'll never forgive me for kissing him. So I might as well enjoy this short moment of bliss and get rid of my desire for him once and for all. Gabriel's wet hair tracing across my body cooling me down, as his touch heats me up. I want to feel him too so I turn around and lean up on my toes to reach his tips. His towel is thin enough I feel his bulge against my leg, and it feels as big as it looks. At this moment I don't care about anything or anyone except him and me. Last night we were both drunk, and I used that as an excuse for wanting him and for my behaviour. But when I woke up this morning I more desperate for him than I was before, longing for him to touch me again.
He takes my top off and whispers, "Fuck...you're so hot" and I go red.
"Norah, you're so beautiful. Don't ever think differently" But before I can disagree with him, his lips press against mine. He moves us to the bed and kisses against my whole body. Suddenly his lips caress and suck against my nipple and I feel the pressure growing between my legs. I moan his name as he touches me like that. His manhood grows against my leg.
"You're going to ruin me" he confesses. Taking my body with his mouth again, and my hands trace the strong muscles of his back. I press myself against him as he takes my body with his mouth again, as my hands trace the muscles of his back.
"Shit... you're so responsive to me" I push myself against him again. He looks at me for permission to go further, and I give it to him. His hands move to the waistband of his shorts, gently pulling them down my legs.
"I want to feel you so bad" he groans as his hand strokes over my underwear, teasing and making me beg for it.
"What do you want? You have to tell me" he taunts me.
"Please" I moan, saying as much as I can. His hand slide into my underwear, and his fingers lingering around my opening. My pulse is racing, and the sensation of his touch makes me feel like I might explode already. His finger enters me, and I lift myself up at the instant sensation of him filling me. He starts slowly moving one finger in and out before he builds the pleasure with two fingers. He moans as pushes inside me faster, my hips moving from the pleasure. I thought I'd be nervous to do this with him, but I'm not as I never knew it could feel this good. He clearly knows what he's doing.
"You're so fucking tight..." I moan out against his sensual words, and he gets faster. Delighting in the intimacy of our connection and how much we want each other.
"I thought you were lying when you said you were a virgin...clearly, you weren't" What the fuck. Did he seriously say that to me? I can't believe he's doing this, saying something so harsh while we're in the middle of this. Suddenly breaking the exhilarating moment that was between us, so I snatch my hand down and pulling his hand out from my underwear. I knew this was just some stupid game, and waited till I was vulnerable and defenseless. My passion has turned into fuming rage, and I'm seeing red. I could kill him right now, but I push him off and get up from the bed. I pick his shirt from the floor and putting it back on, feeling self-conscious and anxious. I can't believe I just let him do that to me, that I was semi-naked in front of him. He's such an asshole. I look around the room for my stuff as he sits up on the bed watching me.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that" he looks at me apologetically, rubbing his hands against his legs. But I don't care, he said that too me and can't take it back. I throw on my jeans and storm out of his bedroom.
"Norah stop...Norah" he calls for me.
"Don't Norah me" I scream at him. "What the hell was that about?"
He runs his hands through his hair and looks around frenzied, "I'm sorry I just thought...maybe you were lying before"
"Why would I lie about something like that" I say storming off again, "And for the record, it's none of your business if I am or not"
Gabriel grabs my arm before I reach the stairs, "Please don't leave. I'm an asshole. I shouldn't have said anything. It was just your reaction at beer pong and then how into me you were getting, I thought maybe... I'm sorry"
"Why did you feel the need say that to me...while we were like that?" I question him, the fury clear in my voice.
"Because I can't believe it" he belts out.
"Believe what?" I ask confused.                                                                                                                             "That nobody's fucked you yet" I'm sure that if you were to look at me right now I'd be blushing a deep shade of red.
"How do you know someone hasn't? Maybe I was lying, just like you said I was" I try to act self-assured, but he walks further down the stairs so he's eye level with me, blocking my only exit.
"You're not that good of a liar. And your body was practically begging for it" he whispers in my ear taunting me. "For me"
"As if" his self assuring attitude is pissing me off. God how can he be such a prick, "Now move out of my way" I try to sound forceful, but my harsh breathing gives me away.
"Make me" he toys with me, knowing he has this lustful control of me. But I need to go or I'll allow him to keep walking all over me and he will never stop doing it once it starts.
"Gabriel stop" I beg. "You're not being fair. You just accused me of lying about something that's really important to me. I don't want to playing these games with you"
"I fucked up...I'm sorry" 
"Don't say shit like that to me again" I threaten him.
"None of it... Really? Not even—" and he whispers dirty things in my ear, thinking it's funny. But it ignites all the desire I had while he was inside me. Then he kisses me, and I know I should resist him, I will resist him. So I pull myself away from him and take a few steps from his grasp.
"You can't just apologise, say something dirty and think it makes everything okay" and I put my hand on his chest keeping him from kissing me again. But he's clever. Gabriel's hand grazes up the inside of my legs up to my thighs. Why can't I resist him? My body craves his touch, while my mind reels from the excitement and loathing I have for him. I need to snap out of this yearning because he's going to make some horrible comment to upset me again. And then he'll think that by being all sexy and kind, that I'll automatically forgive him. And I have every time, but not now. I can't. I can't let him treat me like shit any longer, I need to stand up for myself.
"Gabriel stop. Let me leave" I sternly ask him.
"No, you want me" he says touching me again. Fucking hell, why does my brain have to have so much common sense.
"Gabriel, get off me or I'll scream" I warn him and I mean it. I threaten him because it's the only way to get him to leave me alone
"You wouldn't dare" he challenging me, but he has real fear in his eyes.
"Wanna bet?" I challenge back and take a deep breath in to scream. He drops his hands from me straight away and stares at me in bewilderment like he can't believe I threatened to do that. 
"You need to stay the hell away from me...I mean it" I push him hard before I run past him and down the stairs. I'm done playing his games, I don't have the energy anymore. I can't keep feeling this way for him, only to have him reject or emotionally hurt me. Not anymore, I'm done with it. I'm done with him. I have to be.