A Distraction

[Gabrielle's POV]

I stumble down the street, flask in hand, while my mind whirls, replaying that bastard's face again and again. Why did he look so hurt over my reaction? Why did I actually want to comfort him? Fuck! I should be the one hurt and needing comfort. How could he just act so calmly like nothing even happened after everything?

Bringing my flask to my lips, I down the last bit of burning liquid in it while fighting the memories that are trying to come forward. Cursing, I shake the empty container and then shove it back into my purse while I examine the area around me.

“What the hell?” I huff, realizing that I was standing in Gregory's neighborhood. “Why did I come here?”

Frowning, I remain in place while debating on what my next move should be, and when the bastard's face pops in my head and smugly stares at me as if saying, ‘We both know you aren't over me’ I begin to move, beelining for Gregory's.

When I arrive, I lift a hand and bang on his door, then wait until a light clicks on and the man himself appears.

For a moment, he doesn't speak as his dark eyes, which are half hidden by his messy hair, examine my face. They are filled with questioning and hesitation, but soon they shift to concern.

“Gab?” He finally speaks as I move forward and wrap my arms around him. “Why are you here?”

“Fuck me,” I whisper, not wanting to feel the torrent of emotions that are crashing into me like waves. “Please.”

I know that I'm asking a lot of him, especially after what I did a few days before, but in my time of need, he was the one I went to; didn't that mean something?

As Gregory stands there unmoving, I begin to wonder if I made the wrong move. Would he push me away and leave me alone when I needed someone or would he do as I asked and comfort me by fucking every damn emotion out of me?

“Sorry,” I whisper. “I shouldn't have…”

I don't get to finish my words before Gregory's mouth is finding mine and his hands grab at my body. Together, we stumble into his house, slamming the door behind us while we quickly remove the clothes that are standing in the way of what we want.

Once they are no longer an issue, I begin to lower myself, trailing my naked skin against his, until I'm on my knees in front of him, staring up at his face, which is flushed with desire.

Licking my lips, I wrap my hand around his shaft and run my tongue along his tip, cleaning away the salty, sweet pre-cum that drips from it.

“Fuck, Gab,” Gregory groans when I begin to take him between my lips. “It's only been a few days, but I've fucking missed this.”

Missed this. Did that mean that he didn't bother going to find another woman?

Ignoring the weird sting I feel in my chest, I begin to move my head, taking him deep into my throat and then almost out while he slowly comes undone above me.

Cursing, he wraps a hand in my hair so he can take control, fucking my mouth.

“You missed this too,” he grunts. “That's why you're here, right?”

Pulling my hair, he removes my mouth from around him while I stare up into his eyes.

“Say it,” he growls, his expression pleading. “Say you're here because you made a mistake and missed me.”

“I…” I begin wanting to deny what he said, but was he so wrong? Sure, I ended up where I am because I was reeling from seeing Trent at the reunion, but if I had thought about it hard enough, I could have gone anywhere to be with anyone. However, instead of doing that, I came here to see Gregory, so didn't that mean that my subconscious screamed for him?

“Say it, Gab!” Gregory pushes. “Speak what you actually truly feel for once.”

“I did,” I whisper, still unsure. “I came here because I missed this.”

Satisfied with my answer, Gregory shoves his dick back into my mouth and begins to fuck it with a new vigor until I feel him beginning to twitch.

Groaning, he pulls his dick free and palms it so that he can pump his cum all over my breasts, and when he is done, he drops to his knees in front of me.

“What are you doing?” I gasp as he reaches around and grasps my ass.

“This,” he growls, lifting me so that both my legs can hook over his shoulders and my back presses against the wall.

Gasping, I watch as Gregory's face dives between my thighs allowing his tongue perfect access to my clit.

“Gregory,” I gasp, clutching one of my breasts and squeezing while my other hand tangles in the man beneath me's hair. “Fuck, that's it!”

Moaning, I begin to sway my hips with Gregory's movements until his hands dig into the soft flesh of my ass and hold me in place so that his tongue can thrust into my aching core.

“Oh shit, Gregory!” I pant, feeling my release beginning to build. “That's it! That's fucking it!”

Tilting my head back, I let a scream escape me while my eyes roll into the back of my head, and the world disappears into nothing more than exquisite pleasure that races throughout my entire body.

“That's it, baby,” Gregory groans. “Scream for me.”

"Yes." I whimper when I come down. “Make me scream more.”

Not needing any further invitation, he stands up with me still on his shoulders and carries me to the room. When we arrive, he throws me down on the bed and then attacks after quickly putting on a condom.

“Fuck, Gab,” he growls, pushing into me. “Have you gotten tighter?”

"Maybe." I giggle, wrapping my arms and legs around him. “So why don't you loosen me up?”

“If that's what you want,” he responds, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and biting it while beginning to thrust his hips. “Then take it all for me, baby.”

Nodding, I cling to him, digging my nails into his skin while his dick moves in me, building me up to another orgasm that causes my body to quake with its force, but he doesn't stop there. Instead, he shifts us so that I'm straddling his waist and can take full control.

“Gregory,” I gasp, beginning to thrust my hips. “Fuck, Gregory.”

"Faster, baby,” Gregory orders, squeezing my ass and making me move how he wants. “Ride my dick harder.”

“Yes,” I whimper, feeling him deep inside me. “I'll do whatever you want as long as you make me forget.”