Destined - The Austin Series Prequel (4 page)

I did as I was told and she
started to wriggle her hips and pant. Her eyes went wide as we
heard the bathroom door open. Shit, I was going to get into so much
trouble if I got caught, from the look on her face so would she,
but it was extra hot knowing someone was in here with us. I clamped
my free hand over her mouth to muffle her cries as I carried on
playing with her clit, pleased to see how much bigger her eyes got
as she gazed wildly back at me. My cock started swelling again and
I liked the feeling that I was making her this wet for me, I felt
all powerful and manly. I heard the toilet flush and rubbed her
faster, moisture seeping all over my fingers. The taps turned on,
then the dryer started and with the noise of it I dropped to my
knees and flicked my tongue out, like she’d said, and licked her
clit. She let out a squeal before covering her own mouth quickly
and I pushed her legs apart and groaned as the musky smell of her
sex hit my nostrils. Damn that was so arousing. I pushed my face
between her legs and licked, lapped and sucked. As the dryer noise
stopped and the door opened and closed, she grasped my head and her
body tensed, then she started shuddering.

‘Gabe … o my God,
Gabe,
’
she cried. I loved the sound of my name on her lips at that high
pitched tone, I felt needed and wanted and the look of happiness in
her eyes said I’d done well. I think I’d just made a girl come. I
had a feeling that this girl would be at my beck and call if I
wanted. I’d be like a drug to her and anytime I wanted to get off I
could call her and she’d come running. That was seriously hot, Doug
was going to be so jealous. She reached into a pocket in her skirt
and pulled out a square foil packet. It was a condom, I’d seen them
in sex ed lessons in school. She ripped it open and held my cock
again as she rolled it down my thick shaft. I winced, it was really
tight. She sat me down on the toilet and straddled my thighs,
holding me in place with one hand as she lowered herself onto me.
Shit, this was it, I was actually inside a girl, I was having
fucking sex. I wanted to do a celebratory fist pump in the air, but
as she sank down my shaft she grabbed my hands and put them on her
hips.

‘Fucking hell,’ I uttered. It
was even better than her mouth. I could feel her hot flesh
surrounding my rubber cloaked cock, and when she started to rise
and fall I groaned at the sensation it gave me.

‘O yes Gabe, God you’re so big,
your cock feels amazing inside me. Does it feel good for you?’ she
asked. I nodded, speechless, bent my head and took one of her
nipples in my mouth again. Damn it, I was going to come again any
minute if she carried on grinding like that. I thrust my hips up
and down as she moved on me, which made her squeal even louder.
Screw this, I didn’t want a woman controlling me, I was the man. I
grabbed her arse, stood up and started walking her back towards the
wall, still inside her. She gasped as I rammed her up against it,
gripped her hips and started thrusting into her hard. God that felt
good, she had tears rolling down her cheeks as I fucked her faster
and faster. As I felt her nails dig into the back of my shirt and
her body tense up, so did mine. I came at the same time she did,
and she buried her neck in my shoulder as she panted.

‘I
really
like sex.’ I
uttered as I came down from the best high of my life to date. It
was even better than the feeling I got from winning my races. She
lifted her head and laughed before kissing me quickly.

‘You’re
very
good at
sex, Gabe. Are you sure you were a virgin?’

‘Yes,’ I nodded proudly.

‘Wow, imagine how much better
you’re going to be when I teach you everything else. How come
you’re not at college today?’ she asked as I pulled out of her. I
peeled the tacky condom off my cock while she adjusted her
skirt.

‘College?’ I looked at her
surprised.

‘Yes, do you have a free
period?’

‘I’m not in college,’ I laughed
as she grabbed her bra while I tucked myself back in. She looked at
me and her face went a bit pale as she slid the black straps over
her shoulders.

‘What do you mean you’re not in
college?’

‘I’m at boarding school, but I
got suspended for fighting today. I’m not old enough to have
started college yet.’

‘O my God,’ she gasped as she
shrugged her shirt back on. ‘How old
are
you?’

‘Why does it matter?’ I
frowned, I had a horrible feeling that she wasn’t going to be happy
when she found out.

‘Gabe, how old?’ she
demanded.

‘Thirteen,’ I shrugged. She
took a big gulp, staggered back and plonked herself down on the
loo.

‘Shit.
Shit
. You’re only
thirteen
?’ She looked up at me horrified, her fingers
clasping the sides of her head.

‘Yeah, what’s the problem?’

‘What’s the problem?’ She
almost sounded hysterical. ‘The problem is that I just effectively
committed rape, Gabe. It’s illegal to have sex with someone under
sixteen. I thought you were about seventeen, like me. You’re so
tall and you’re built like … like …
that
… you’re a big
lad.’

‘I swim a lot,’ I shrugged. My
body was a hell of a lot bigger and more defined than most thirteen
year olds. Damn I’d seriously just had sex with a 17 year old? Did
that qualify as sex with a cougar? Doug was going to be so
impressed.

‘You can’t tell your dad about
this, he’ll have me fired, or worse. Don’t tell
anyone.
You’d better get out of here, quickly.’

‘When can we do that again?’ I
asked.

‘We’re not doing that again,
Gabe.’ She shook her head as she stood back up and started to
button her shirt with trembling fingers. ‘Not now I know how old
you are.’

‘Seriously?’ I uttered. That
had just fucked up my plans for regular on tap sessions.

‘Yes, seriously. I’ll give you
my number, call me when you turn sixteen and I’ll happily pick this
up, but I’m not going there again until you are,’ she replied. Damn
it, why hadn’t I lied?

‘You’ll probably have a
boyfriend by the time I’m sixteen,’ I scowled, annoyed.

‘I’ve got a boyfriend now,
Gabe. I’ve never cheated on anyone before, but you … damn it, will
you just go? Stop looking at me with those bloody big beautiful
blue eyes in that gorgeous face, it’s just too much,’ she groaned
as she covered her eyes.

‘Can I have your number then?’
I asked, pulling my mobile out of my blazer pocket. I’d like to
fuck her again when I was sixteen, being my first was special.
Though now I’d finally done it and knew I was good at it, that I
could make a woman come with my cock
and
my tongue, I could
go and find other willing women. No way was I waiting another three
years to do that again. She read it out to me as I tapped it in.
‘What’s your name?’

‘Chelsea,’ she sighed. ‘It’s
Chelsea.’

I sat on a
stool, my shirt sleeves rolled back, as I propped myself up on the
bar with my forearms. I looked around the room and sighed, the same
bloody faces, the same women all trying to catch my eye. I’d done
pretty much all of them before and I was actually tired of it. I
was due to finish at Dunsmaster in July, when I completed my A
levels, and I’d already decided that I wanted to attend Westhampton
Uni, in my own home city. My relationship with my dad had really
improved over the last couple of years and I’d calmed down a lot.
Doug had helped with that, as did enrolling in Ju-jitsu, giving me
a focussed, controlled outlet for my anger.

Every week I’d come out to bars
like this with Doug, searching for something to fill a void in my
life. I didn’t actually know what I was looking for, but I wasn’t
finding it between the legs of the scores of women I’d left in my
wake. I’d even fucked one of my friend’s mothers, after she came
onto me, and had got in a fight with her husband when he caught us
having sex on the floor in the kitchen. That hadn’t gone down well
with my friend or my dad, but even sexy cougars didn’t do it for
me.

I looked around again, most of
these women were only interested in me for my looks, definitely for
my body. I worked really hard to keep that in check, running, gym,
swimming and it all paid off when it came to my stamina in the
sack. I was a fantastic lay, just like Chelsea had promised me five
years ago.
Chelsea
, I felt my cock twitch at the thought of
her. We’d flirted for three years after she’d been my first in
those toilets. The day I turned sixteen I went to 26 where she
still worked, but this time I’d dragged her to the toilets and had
shown her what I’d learned in the time we’d been apart. I’d made
her come so hard she’d drawn blood biting down on my hand to try
and muffle her screams. I felt a connection with Chelsea that I
didn’t with all these other women. She knew a bit about my history,
knew I’d lost my mum, though not why. She also knew how distant my
dad had been for much of my life and when I needed a sexual fix, I
knew I could ring her and she’d drop everything for me. Something
was still missing though, friends with benefits, that’s all we
were.

I politely turned away a pretty
brunette with brown eyes that came and asked to join me, reminding
me what a good time we’d had the last time. I always had a good
time because I always came. I wasn’t a total bastard, in fact I was
pretty considerate, I always made sure they had a good time too
before I got what I wanted, but that was it for me. Sex was always
good, never amazing. All I knew was that I hated being alone, yet I
was also terrified of getting attached to anyone in case I lost
them. I had so many memories of how happy Mum and Dad had been, how
in love they’d looked and I wanted that. I wanted to get over this
reluctance to bond with a girl and find someone to settle down
with. I wanted to have my own family, and this time I’d protect
them, I’d make sure no harm ever came to any of them. That would
help alleviate some of my guilt for the past, though I doubted
anything could ever totally erase it.

I drained my water and dialled
Chelsea, a good fuck, with someone who understood that was all it
was, would pick me up. I wasn’t in the mood for an emotional
encounter with another woman. What didn’t they understand about it
just being sex? I was always up front that it was a one night
thing, yet when it was over and I tried to leave, they’d cry, or
try and plead with me to stay, or begged for my number. I didn’t
understand why they got so attached after one damn session. I
always had one night stands, unless she really took my fancy, but I
rarely did it with any girl more than a couple of times, they just
got too clingy. Not Chelsea though, she was easy and uncomplicated,
she just got it. She answered my call almost immediately, as she
always did. I doubted even 999 Emergency Services would pick up as
quickly as Chelsea did when I called.

‘Where are you?’ I
demanded.

‘Working, I could take a ten
minute break if you think you could be done in that time
frame?’

‘I’ll ring you when I get
there,’ I confirmed and put the phone down. Ten bloody minutes?
Damn it, I wasn’t really into quick time restricted fucks, but it
was better than nothing. I sat upright and flexed neck and rolled
my broad shoulders and saw Doug approaching.

‘Alright dude?’

‘Yes. I’m going to head out.
Need a lift?’

‘No, I’ve scored with some
leggy bird wearing a leather mini.’

‘You and your bloody leather
fetish,’ I laughed.

‘Not seen anyone who takes your
fancy in here?’

‘Doug, I know the contours of
every girl in here so well I could be a cartographer. What’s the
bird in the skirt look like?’ I gave him a wink.

‘Damn it, don’t ruin this for
me Gabe, there’s hardly any girls in this city you haven’t fucked
and I don’t fancy your seconds,’ he scowled. I laughed again and
stood up.

‘You make me sound like some
kind of man whore. There’s loads of girls in this city that I
haven’t fucked, it’s just we keep going to the same damn bars all
the time.’

‘Wait until we start Uni in
September, a whole new influx of girls to take our pick from.’

‘Yeah,’ I sighed with a slap to
his back. Yet more girls to sift through, trying to find … what I
didn’t even know I was looking for. It didn’t fill me with the same
enthusiastic joy it did him.

‘Where you going?’

‘Where do you think?’

‘She must be one hell of a lay
for you to keep running back to her.’

‘I don’t run,’ I protested.
‘She’s easy, uncomplicated and she gets me that’s all.’

‘I don’t know why you don’t
just go out with her,’ he sighed with a shake of his head and I
laughed again and slapped him on the back.

‘Chelsea’s not the dating kind,
Doug. She cheated on her boyfriend to seduce me and she’s cheated
on loads of boyfriends to keep fucking me ever since. Not the kind
of girl I’m looking to marry thanks. See you in the morning, have
fun with leather girl.’

‘I plan to,’ he nodded with a
wide grin and a wink.

‘I’m on 24, hurry up,’ I
ordered as I rang Chelsea from the lobby of my dad’s offices.

‘See you in one minute,’ she
giggled as I hung up. I paced back and forth waiting for her. Damn
it, was taking her so long? I needed to deal with this damn
erection. I spun around as the lift opened. She joined me in the
reception lobby and I punched in the code to slide the glazed doors
into a locked position behind her, just in case, grabbed her by the
hand and dragged her to the reception desk.

‘Lift up your dress and bend
over.’ I raised an eyebrow at her, impatiently waiting for her to
comply.

‘Gabe, you know I love it when
you boss me around,’ she grinned.

‘
Now
Chelsea. If we only
have ten minutes I don’t want to waste any time talking,’ I growled
as I unzipped my jeans. She immediately pulled up her black fitted
dress to her hips, it was part of her uniform at the restaurant now
she was a hostess, but it was sexy the way it clung to her arse.
‘You’re wearing a fucking string again, you know I prefer lace
fitted knickers,’ I muttered, annoyed.