The mont the car doors closed, Haley looked over at Gael with a grin that already promised trouble.
"My family likes you too much," she said while buckling her seatbelt.
"That sounds like a complaint."
"It is. Now they'll get emotionally attached when I eventually sell you for profit."
Gael started the engine, smirking faintly.
"What's my market value currently?"
Haley pretended to think.
"High. But volatile."
"Cruel."
She laughed softly as they pulled away from the Dunphy house, warm California night sliding around the car while music played low through the speakers.
For a while, they simply drove.
No destination.
No pressure.
Haley rested one leg against the dashboard while scrolling through music on his phone, occasionally singing badly on purpose just to make him react.
"You're doing that intentionally," Gael said after the third ruined chorus.
"You noticed."
"You literally changed the lyrics."
"Creative expression matters."
He shook his head, smiling to himself.
God.
Being around her felt effortless lately.
Not in the dramatic soulmate sense.
Just… easy.
Easy to laugh.
Easy to touch.
Easy to want beside him constantly.
Haley eventually lowered the music and glanced sideways at him.
"You know what I realized?"
"That statent consistently ruins my peace."
"You look happier now."
Gael kept his eyes on the road for a second longer before answering.
"That's probably your fault."
A softer smile appeared on her face at that.
Not teasing this ti.
Real.
The kind that always affected him more than he expected.
"Pull over," she said suddenly.
Gael blinked once.
"That sounds illegal."
"There's a lookout point up ahead."
"Ah. Slightly less illegal."
Two minutes later, the Aston Martin rolled into a quiet overlook above the city.
Los Angeles stretched endlessly below them in gold and white lights, distant traffic humming softly beneath the warm night sky.
Haley climbed out first.
The wind caught her dark hair imdiately as she walked toward the railing overlooking the hills.
Gael followed more slowly, hands in his pockets.
For a mont, neither spoke.
The city glowed beneath them while music still drifted faintly from the car speakers behind them.
Then Haley leaned back against the railing and looked at him carefully.
"What?"
"You keep doing that."
"What?"
"That thing where you look at like you still can't believe I'm real."
The words hit closer than she realized.
Gael laughed quietly under his breath.
"If I deny that, will it sound convincing?"
"No."
She stepped toward him slowly.
The air between them shifted naturally now, without awkwardness or uncertainty.
Weeks ago, every touch felt new.
Now it felt instinctive.
Haley's fingers slid into the front of his jacket while she tilted her head up slightly.
"You know what I like about you?" she asked softly.
"I'm sure this'll be humiliating."
"You never try to act cooler than you are."
"That's because I'm already incredibly cool."
Haley laughed softly.
"There he is."
Gael smiled before kissing her.
Slowly at first.
Then, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
The city disappeared piece by piece after that.
Just warm skin.
Soft breaths.
Her body pressed against his beneath the cool night air.
Haley kneeled in front of him, comfortable enough to stop hiding how much she wanted him, then slowly unbuckled his belt and slid down his pants, revealing what had been her addiction for the last few days before taking it in her mouth as she savoured it as if it was the most exquisite food in the world.
Gael's hands slid along her head while she sucked harder, one of her legs brushing between his instinctively.
"Gael…"
He liked hearing his na from her far too much.
Especially like that.
Especially when her voice softened halfway through it.
He kissed along her jaw slowly, drawing a quiet breath from her lips before she supported herself in the railing, exposing her bare ass and slit to her man, inviting him to conquer her.
"Aaaahh! Ohhhahhh! aannnnnh!" With his hands gripping her slender hips, he ground his pelvic bone against her asscheeks and pivoted his cock inside her, stretching out her vaginal walls.
Her head hung down between her shoulder blades in this doggy-style position, her silky brown hair cascading down, revealing the creamy skin of her neck. And since he wasn't presently pounding her body and throwing her off-balance, she was able to support herself on just her right arm while her left hand rubbed insistently at her own clit.
And from the combination of his thick cock rubbing her insides and her own manual manipulations, Haley Dunphy, naughty and beautiful babe, started her orgasm.
Her back bowed into a reversed arch, her belly heading downwards while her shoulders went rigid, and she thrust her ass up against him. She tossed her head back, sending that mane of dark hair flying into the air, and her scream was loud enough to scare the local population.
He kept rotating his dick while she spasd. And towards the tail end of her climax, he restarted pumping his shaft in and out of her. Haley's hips bucked and heaved against him as her orgasm played out, and then she let her arms collapse as she dropped down, only her ass held upright by his cock currently skewering her cunt.
She managed to balance on her knees long enough for him to thrust his way up to the edge of his own climax, and as he felt the pressure building, he grunted out a warning.
"I'm gonna cum, Heley." before emptying his balls inside her as they panted from high-tempo exercise
After resting for a few minutes, Haley looked at him tenderly while smiling.
"What?"
"You always get this look."
"What look?"
"Like you're trying not to lose control."
Gael looked down at her for a second.
"That's because I'm trying not to lose control."
Haley visibly liked that answer.
Which, honestly, only made things worse.
She kissed him again imdiately, slower this ti, fingers sliding through his hair while his hands settled against her hips more firmly.
The tension between them had changed since the first night together.
Less nervousness now.
More familiarity.
More confidence.
Every touch carried mory with it:
the way she reacted when he kissed her neck,
the little breath she made when his hands slid under her clothes,
how she instinctively curled closer afterward.
It made wanting her feel dangerously addictive.
Haley leaned back against the railing slightly as Gael kissed down the side of her neck, her fingers tightening lightly against his shoulders.
"Okay," she whispered breathlessly, "we definitely can't stay here."
Gael kissed softly against her skin.
"Reasonable observation."
Twenty minutes later, they stumbled laughing through the penthouse door, kissing halfway down the hallway before either fully made it to the bedroom.
Haley grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him back toward her again.
"Hi," she murmured against his mouth.
"We were apart for twelve seconds."
"It was difficult."
Gael laughed quietly before kissing more fiercely, hands sliding beneath her jacket before yanking it off her while Haley undressed him imdiately.
The bedroom lights stayed low while the city shimred through the massive windows behind them.
Clothes disappeared gradually between kisses and soft moans, and bodies that had already learned each other surprisingly well in only a few weeks.
Nothing rushed.
That was the difference.
Every mont felt deliberate:
the way Haley's moved rhythmically to his thrusting,
the way Gael kept kissing her, even when she was moaning too hard to kiss back properly,
the way she looked at him afterward, like she still hadn't gotten used to how much she wanted him.
"You know," Haley whispered while tangled against him beneath the sheets later, "I think you've ruined normal dating for ."
"That sounds unhealthy."
"It probably is."
Gael smiled faintly, brushing loose dark hair back from her face.
The city lights painted soft gold across her skin while she rested against his chest, warm and completely relaxed now.
Outside, Los Angeles kept moving endlessly below them.
But up here, wrapped together in tangled sheets and quiet laughter—
The rest of the world felt very far away.
User Comments
0 comments from readers