Chapter 36: Juice

Gabriel drove home in silence that evening, the radio was low but present enough to fill the empty hum in his head. The city lights blurred past his windshield as he sped by, but yet he felt the car wasn't going fast enough. His hands were tight around the steering wheel, the muscles in his jaw were drawn taut as he tried holding back everything that threatened to slip.

On getting home, he made his way into the house determinedly. Mildred had tried to feed him dinner but it wasn't food he needed right now. He'd texted Nadia before leaving the office and she'd told him she had planned on going out but was willing to reschedule.

He'd left work knowing he wouldn't be able to focus anyway.

"No. Thank you, Mildred." He replied as he made his way upstairs to Nadia's room.

He knocked twice before opening the door and going in. Nadia was seated at the vanity table brushing her hair, their gaze met through the mirror and a faint smirk curved her lips on seeing how dark his eyes were.

"Long day?" She asked, setting the brush down.

“Long day,” he confirmed.

He shrugged off his jacket and took off his shoes, and even as he did he could get Yaren out of his mind. He was upset about the fact that it had come to this, she'd plagued him so much to the point that he'd texted Nadia saying he was worked up and needed to unwind.

Yaren had gotten into his head in such a short period of time and he couldn't understand what was happening at all. He'd never been one to be attracted to girls so much younger than him, so he couldn't even assume he was just drawn to her youth or something. And it wasn't like what he felt towards her was lust, but then, with whatever it was that he felt came the desire to have her.

He rubbed his temple wearily as he settled down at the edge of the bed. He was almost having a headache constantly thinking about Yaren and the complicated pull he felt towards her.

Nadia abandoned her seat and made her way over to him, the burgundy robe she had on was only held together by a loosely knotted belt. Gabriel let his gaze rake over her shapely legs to the curve of her hips, he watched her fingers tug at the belt to undo it and expose her to his view.

She had a beautiful body, every woman he'd been with did, yet they never got stuck in his mind; unlike Yaren's. He still remembered the shape of her legs vividly, he remembered what she looked like when she bent over and it bothered him deeply because he genuinely had no business remembering such things.

His irritation flared once more and he reaches out and grabbed Nadia's waist, he pulled her down so she sat straddled on his lap. He needed to distract himself and he needed to do it fast.

"What's got you so worked up?" Nadia asked, she seemed amused. He'd always been a man of control but yet he seemed to be unravelling ever so slightly.

"Work." He replied. And to keep her from saying anything else, he crashed his lips onto hers in a deep and demanding kiss.

His fingers wove into her hair and locked themselves at the back of her head to keep her in place as his lips devoured hers almost impatiently. He needed to lose himself in something familiar, he needed to ground himself.

His lips were hard against hers, and Nadia responded instantly as her amusement melted into something hotter and more immediate. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck matching the desperation in his touch.

The taste of her was a familiar comfort; a blend of expensive lip gloss and something uniquely hers that he'd gotten used to over the years. He felt the silky material of her robe slip as she pressed the soft, warm curve of her bare hips against his thighs.

He dragged his mind back from where it was trying to stray towards and focused on her.

He broke the kiss only to bury his face in the sensitive curve of her neck, he but and sucked on her delicate skin till she was moaning and squirming on his lap.

"Gabriel..."

But he didn't want to talk, he didn't want to be talked to either. Talking would make him think, and thinking would only give his mind more room to dwell on his student.

"Don't talk," he murmured against her skin. His hands slid down her waist to grip the soft flesh of her hips possessively.

Nadia understood this part of him; the part that just needed to unwind and get it done and over with. She leaned back slightly, her hands moved to the buttons of his shirt to undo them with unsteady fingers. Her gaze never left his.

He watched her, and it wasn't long before his own fingers joined impatiently to finish the job. The buttons flew open, and he shrugged the tailored shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall carelessly to the floor so the cool air of the room hit his heated skin.

He reached up again, his hand settled on her neck as he kissed her again. His tongue made its way into her mouth and found hers, they tangled and danced against each other till she was breathless and could barely keep up.

"You look like you've had quite the day" she said breathlessly.

He didn't answer. He simply flipped them with a swift movement so she was on her back on the silk coverlet, and he was above her, his weight pressed her into the mattress and she welcomed all of him willingly.

He positioned himself between her legs, and she wrapped them around him, locking him in place. He felt himself harden as his crotch pressed against her bare folds. He bent his head, kissing her again, this time with a renewed hunger.

He kissed his way down, over her collarbone, and down to the soft swell of her breasts.

Her hands found the zipper of his trousers, and she pulled the zip down, she was getting just as impatient as he was. He bit down gently on the swell of her breast as she freed his cock and began rubbing and massaging him till he was throbbing and painfully hard for her.

He wasted no time; he pushed inside her drenched slit with a single, deep thrust that took her breath away. Her back arched off the bed as she gasped from the impact, but he pushed her down, forcing her to feel everything. He himself still for a moment, he let the sensation wash over him till he couldn't take it anymore.

He began to move; he thrusted into her in slow and steady strokes before picking up a quicker and relentless pace that had her toes curling and her fingers clutching the sheets. But it wasn't enough, he was still thinking and he didn't want to.

His hips snapped against her with more force and she gasped his name then screamed as he thrusted into her more forcefully. Her hands shut up to slow him but he gathered both her wrists in one hand and held them above her head.

"Keep them there." He ordered.

But all she could do was scream his name as he continued to pound her.

He increased the speed, pushing harder, and deeper as he tried to completely loose himself in her. The sheets beneath them were tangled and twisted from the thrusting and thrashing. She was making a mess on the sheets as her juices flowed and squirted uncontrollably.

She trembled beneath him from the pleasure mixed with pain, and she loved it. It had her climaxing hardly.

"Gabriel...." She moaned. She was almost crying now. "Oh my fucking... goodness."

He was also nearing his edge, but he forced himself to hold back and feel everything. He buried himself deeper inside her and she screamed once more as her juices once again squirted out. He could hold back then, with one final thrust, his release shot through him like an electric current. He groaned as he emptied himself deep inside her.

He collapsed onto the silks beside her breathing heavily, he was all sweaty and the day's exhaustion was beginning to set in.

He didn't move for a long time, he just lying there letting himself feel the remnants of the pleasure that was beginning to fade, and when it was all gone, he felt a lingering sense of self-disgust; he had used her, and she had allowed it. But they both got what they needed; she got sex and he got to forget about Yaren for a brief moment.

Finally, he sat up, pulling his trousers up and zipping them with a practiced ease. He got out of bed, picked up his discarded clothing and put them back on before returning to the side of the bed where Nadia lady. She looked utterly relaxed, a woman satisfied and momentarily at ease.

He sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her hair gently. "Are you alright?" he asked like he always did. He'd always ensure she was fine before he left.

She opened her eyes and her lips curved in a small smile. "Yes. All good."

He nodded as he rose from the bed. "Get some sleep," he said.

She hummed a response as her eyes fluttered close. He turned around and headed out, closing the door behind him quietly. And the very second he did, the thought of his new infatuation returned. He'd only managed to realize that she wasn't something he could fuck out of his mind.