A Question of Love: Sequel to A Question of Trust

by Jess Dee

  “Wh…when?” She was gasping for air.

  “Wait for it…” He tossed the offensive sketch pad aside and yanked off his shirt.

  She panted heavily, her hand pushing the vibrator in and out of her pussy. The soft humming floated through the air.

  “Wait for it…” Christ, his pants were so tight he couldn’t bear it. He undid the button and pulled the zip down.

  “Gabe, please,” she begged.

  “Not yet, T…” Still too fucking tight. His shoes came off, followed by his jeans. He tossed his boxers behind him, and his erection slapped against his belly, the pre-come leaving a damp patch.

  “Gabe.”

  “Touch your clit with your other hand.” When she did so with a wild cry, he palmed his erection and squeezed it hard, anything to reduce the need to orgasm.

  “Aaawwrrggh. Gabe. P-please.”

  He nodded to himself. Christ if he didn’t give her a break, he would explode. “Okay, T. Come for me. Right…now.”

  Her body gave a violent jerk as she yelled out her release. He watched as wave after wave pulsed through her, rocking her body. Her throaty cries echoed through his ears, pulling at his cock, yanking even harder than before—although he hadn’t believed it possible.

  He jumped to his feet, took two giant steps and hauled Tina, vibrator and all, into his arms. She was still undulating when he laid her on her bed and climbed on top of her.

  She stared up at him with huge brown eyes.

  “It’s just you and me, T,” he said thickly. “No one else. Just the two of us.”

  She panted as another shudder hit her, vibrating through him.

  “Have to have you, T. Have to fuck you.”

  Tina stopped breathing and then began again, her chest heaving against him.

  He kissed her, ravishing her mouth with his. Her lips parted beneath the attack, accepting his tongue into the sweetness of her mouth. Christ, she tasted good. Like wine and woman. She made him heady and high, hot and…hollow. If he didn’t get inside of her now, there’d be nothing left of him. He’d fall apart.

  Without releasing her lips, he nudged her thighs wide open with his legs and settled himself between them. Of their own accord his hips drew back and shot forward, his dick seeking entrance to her body. He met with a solid barrier and swore to himself. No access. Her pussy was jam-packed full of vibrator.

  Gabe drew back with a muttered oath. The interruption brought back a modicum of common sense. He crawled up the bed and reached—once again—for Tina’s bedside drawer. As he found what he sought, a hot, wet mouth enveloped the head of his cock and sucked him inside.

  Gabe jerked as if he’d been struck by lightning. Burning surges of electricity pulsed through his body, scorching him. “Damn, T…”

  Tina made a loud slurping noise as she released him to run her tongue over his tip, down his shaft, and suck first one ball and then the other into her mouth.

  By the time she wrapped her lips around his cock again, Gabe was good and ready to burst. His testicles drew up tight, and pressure built in his dick.

  Fuck, he was going come, and it was going to be big. Huge. Four years of waiting was about to result in the biggest fucking orgasm in history.

  Or not.

  Tina chose that moment to squeeze the base of his dick in a tight fist. So tight that after a couple of seconds the pressure began to subside.

  Gabe muttered a hoarse oath of thanks. When he came it would be inside her.

  He pulled away and sheathed himself with a condom. Tina lay back and watched. She licked her lips and wiped her mouth, then dropped her hand low to manipulate the vibrator.

  When she moaned out loud, Gabe knelt between Tina’s legs and pulled the vibe out, fast as possible. This time the only thing making her come would be him.

  A muted squeak escaped her lips, and her legs trembled.

  Goddamn, the thing was soaked with her juices. It smelled like…like sex and like Tina, and God help him, he could hesitate no more. He hauled Tina up so she straddled him, took her mouth once again in a heated kiss and thrust once, hard and fast, so he was buried balls-deep inside her. Deep, deep inside her. Exactly where he’d fixated on being the whole night.

  “Oh, Jesus fuck,” he growled. “Holy crap, Jesus fuck.” Nothing had ever felt so good. Nothing.

  His balls pulled tight for the second time, and his spine tingled. Tingled for fuck’s sake. Tina made him fucking tingle. And sweat. The sweat beaded on his back and his brow. She felt so damn good, so hot and so wet that all he wanted to do was shoot inside her. Release his load, over and over again, marking her, claiming her, making her his.

  Tina’s head fell back, her lips parted. “Mmm,” she murmured. “Nice.”

  Gabe saw red. Nice? Nice? He was having an out-of-body—out-of-mind—experience, and she thought it was nice?

  It was all about Connor. Yep, for Tina sex with Gabe was nice. But with Gabe and Connor it was perfect.

  So much for seeing red. His vision was black now. Dark with lust and jealousy, and God help him, even self-doubt. Alone he wasn’t enough for him. She needed more. Needed his fucking best friend.

  Bullshit. It was all bullshit. Gabe was man enough for her. He was all she needed to reach that ultimate peak, that ultimate orgasm. And he’d prove it to her. Within the next few minutes Tina would forget the word nice even existed in her vocabulary. She’d be using adjectives she’d never dreamed of. He’d show her nice. He’d fucking show her nice ’til she was screaming at the top of her voice, begging Gabe to let her come.

  He took advantage of the angle of her neck, leaning in and sucking on the side of her throat. He drew long, patient sips, then short, nipping licks until Tina whimpered. Pausing for breath, he covered the spot with gentle kisses while he drove his dick into her, over and over.

  Tina buckled on his hips, bearing down on him, meeting his every thrust with an energetic push of her own. She arched her back, and Gabe leaned in further, pulling a nipple in his mouth. He tugged on it with his lips, abraded it with his teeth and adored it until it was turgid and swollen before turning his attention to the other breast. Not once did he let up on the impetus of his thrusts. Not once did she let him.

  Still, Connor sat beside him, an overriding presence in their lovemaking.

  “Not enough for her,” a voice whispered in his head.

  “Yes I am,” he roared back in silence and dipped his hand between his body and Tina’s. He found her clit and massaged with a feather-light touch.

  Tina cried out.

  He tormented her nipples with gentle nips and wet licks, drove into her over and over and played with her engorged nub.

  When he raised his head, Tina’s eyes were closed, her breath coming in uneven huffs and her nipples red and wet from his assault.

  “On the count of three, T,” he said in a commanding voice.

  “One.” He thrust and massaged and watched her mouth drop open.

  “Two.” Another thrust, a strategic stroke of his middle finger, and blood suffused her chest, turning it crimson.

  “Three!”

  She broke around him, her pussy tightening like a vise, clenching and unclenching as her upper body shot up and slammed into his. She screamed as she threw her arms around his neck and held on for dear life as the orgasm wracked through her.

  The urge to come with her was powerful. Powerful enough that every muscle in his body bunched. But the knowledge that she wanted Connor there too was enough to ward off the impetus.

  Not yet, he thought. Not until Tina knew for sure that Gabe was the only the man she needed.

  With his dick still clenched in her pussy and his hand caught between their hips, he pressed down on her clit and drew tiny circles around it, sending her into another round of spasms.

  “Gaaaaaabe,” she yelled.

  “We’re not finished yet.”

  “M…more?” she gasped.

  “Much, much more,” he promised and slid out of her. In fl
uid movements, he turned her around and had her crouch on the bed with her head touching the mattress. He nudged her legs apart to once again kneel between them, crooked his arm under her hips, pulling her butt up, and shoved a pillow beneath her. Then he took a minute to survey his handiwork.

  In this position she lay exposed to his greedy gaze. The rounded curves of her ass trembled as small aftershocks shook her body. Her pussy was pink and swollen and shiny with her juices. Gabe leaned in and licked her from her slit to her ass, relishing her taste.

  She muttered nonsensically into the sheets.

  “Brace yourself, T,” he whispered as he took a tube of lubricant and squished a large dollop onto his fingers. The cold glop would come as a shock after the heated assault from his tongue.

  Tina jumped as he massaged the lube around her pussy, playing with her folds. She jumped again as he traced the line between her ass cheeks, finding her anus and kneading it with lube.

  When he sensed her complete surrender, he dipped one finger into her pussy and one into her ass and nearly passed out when she raised her hips to encourage deeper penetration. He added a finger to each hole, and she ground down against them.

  Fuck, was it any wonder he loved the woman? She was so responsive, so open to making love, to experimenting, to…to…well, fuck it, to him.

  He didn’t need Connor to give her the ultimate satisfaction, and goddamn it, neither did she.

  Gently he scissored the two fingers in her ass, stretching her, making room for more. When she twisted, showing her readiness, he withdrew his hand and picked up the vibe. Still massaging her pussy, he rubbed the toy over the crease of her butt, bathing it in the lube and her juices.

  She stopped breathing as he positioned it at her anus and pushed against the ring of muscle. Inch by inch, he pressed, giving her time to adapt to the width of the vibe, until it was lodged deep inside her.

  “T?” he whispered.

  She shivered in response.

  “Get up onto your knees. Keep your elbows on the bed.” And Christ, hurry.

  Slowly, languidly, she pushed herself up.

  Again Gabe was forced to close his eyes and count to twenty. The vision of her puffy pussy and her toy-stuffed ass sent his blood pressure rocketing.

  He opened his eyes to find Tina looking over her shoulder at him. The sultry look on her face pushed his blood pressure higher, but it was the silent request she mouthed that just about killed him.

  “Do it now. Fuck me.”

  Gabe took a long moment to torment her, using the vibe in her ass to fulfill her request. As he pumped it in and out, he leaned forward and placed a finger below her belly, seeking her clit. When he found it, he traced lazy circles around the engorged bud, timing the circles with the pumps.

  Again Tina muttered incoherently into the bed.

  Gabe turned the vibe onto the lowest setting, careful not to hurt her.

  She broke, convulsing on the toy, her ass clenching over and over.

  He took the opportunity to ease the ache in his dick, slipping it into her slick pussy and driving it in to the hilt.

  Oh shit. He had a minute, tops. No way he was going to last longer than that. God she was tight. Her channel was hot and snug, clamping around his dick, holding him, pulling him in.

  “Ga…aa…aaabe!” she yelled. “Yes. Oh, God, yes!”

  Not even a minute.

  He pulled out and drove back into her, only to be shocked down to his toes when the gentle buzz of the vibrator hummed through the thin layer of skin separating it from his dick. Oh fuck. He could feel it. It drove him insane. Demented. Jesus, he had to come. Had to…come. Had to…

  Again and he again he withdrew and drove back into her, each plunge sending him closer over the edge.

  Tina slammed back to meet every thrust, crying out his name, mixing it with God’s.

  Pressure built, higher, higher, all-consuming, until he could hold on no longer. Tina’s wild contractions sent him over. The compulsive clenching of her pussy muscles, pulling at him, tormenting him, brought on his orgasm. With a loud roar he came, spraying over and over again inside her. Luckily voluntary movement was beyond him, because he had a sudden animalistic impulse to tear off the condom and shoot unprotected into her pussy, marking her, staking his claim.

  The orgasm kept on and on, yanking rope after rope of come from his balls. Only when Tina collapsed beneath him, still shuddering, did the final pressure of his release end. He jerked as one last shot of semen emptied him.

  Moments later, he withdrew from her. Each inch of the extraction was as sensitive as hell. When he removed the vibrator. Tina moaned and sighed.

  He tossed the used condom in the bin, set the vibe on the bedside table and collapsed beside her.

  No good. She wasn’t close enough. He pulled her nearer and wrapped his arms around her. She tucked herself into his chest and gave a soft, contented sigh.

  His breath came out ragged and his heart raced. “I love you,” he whispered as he ran a hand through her silky hair.

  Tina’s only response was a soft snore.

  Chapter Seven

  She stared at him in morbid fascination. “You want me to wear that?”

  His brown eyes shone with lust. “Uh huh.”

  “To the restaurant?”

  He nodded in affirmation and held his hand out.

  She swallowed but took his gift, holding it in her palm. With a soft buzz it whirred to life, vibrating against her skin, tickling her.

  Gabe grinned. “Remote control.”

  Her pussy clenched—in response to both the toy and his smile. She raised an eyebrow. “And who gets to hold the remote while we’re at dinner?”

  He winked. “I do.”

  That was all the information she needed. She spun around and headed to the bathroom, emerging minutes later feeling decadent and naughty. Pressed against her clit and held in place with thong-like straps was a tiny butterfly.

  Gabe’s surprise return visit seven weeks ago had turned into a regular Sunday-night event. At some point, the Sunday visits stretched out to incorporate Wednesday evenings as well. And then, interestingly enough, Friday nights too. They didn’t always go out. Sometimes they just stayed in and watched TV or chatted or pashed on the couch.

  It had been seven weeks of wondrous lovemaking and enchanting reawakenings. She hadn’t had sex like this in four long years. Not since her last encounter with Gabe. Or, to be more specific, with Gabe and Connor.

  “Are you wearing it?” Gabe asked now, his voice devilish and sexy.

  “Yes.”

  “How does it feel?”

  She thought about it for a second, imagined the purple vibe pressed against her clit, and said in all innocence, “Soft. Comfortable. Cozy.”

  He growled and shoved his hand in his pocket.

  Tina jumped.

  “How about now?”

  The butterfly vibrated with a soft, stimulating buzz. Not hard enough to make her come, but strong enough to shock her into a heady state of arousal. Moisture pooled between her legs, and her heart beat a little faster. She closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure.

  “How does it feel now, T?” Gabe asked again.

  She turned her head towards the sound of his voice and searched for his mouth. She found his lips and treated herself to a long, dreamy kiss. “It makes me feel like spending the evening at home,” she whispered on a sigh.

  Gabe pulled away and dipped his hand back into his pocket. The soft humming ceased. He smiled at her, his eyes dancing with mischief. “Not a chance. You and I are going to dinner.”

  Tina spent said dinner in a state of persistent excitement. While Gabe gave the impression this was just another evening out, she knew from his dark eyes and high color he was as aware of the butterfly as she was. He turned the damn thing on at strategic and inappropriate moments. As the maitre d’ showed them to their table, he dipped his hand in his pocket. She almost tripped as sensation flooded her pussy. It was off by t
he time they were seated. When the waiter came to take their order the toy began to buzz again. Tina requested her food in a high-pitched voice, and Gabe partook in a longer-than-normal discussion about the merits of red wine versus white with the waiter.

  This wasn’t the first time Gabe had suggested she wear a toy out. Last Friday evening he’d searched her drawer and found a small butt plug. She’d sat through two hours in a movie with the damn thing wedged inside her. Gabe had not looked at the screen. He’d spent the entire time watching her squirm, a wicked smirk playing on his mouth. Her front door was closed maybe a minute after returning home before she was naked and on the carpet. Gabe made love to her with the toy still inserted in her ass. She came three times before he lost control.

  Tina rested her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands as Gabe chatted to the waiter. She closed her eyes, relishing the tantalizing secret they shared. In the noise of the restaurant she couldn’t hear the butterfly at work, although its effects were clear.

  The toy shut down.

  “The waiter’s gone,” Gabe said in a low voice.

  She wrinkled her nose. “Pity.”

  He responded with a deep chuckle.

  “Mmmm,” she murmured. “If the butterfly was a little wetter and a little warmer, I could pretend it was your tongue.”

  The soft humming started up again. “If it were my tongue,” Gabe murmured back, “you’d be convulsing in your seat.”

  She ground her butt on the chair, trying to increase the pressure of the toy against her pussy. “I’m almost there.”

  The vibrations stopped. She growled her discontent. He winked.

  They started up again when she took her first bite of food.

  “I thought the salmon would taste better like this,” Gabe told her.

  “It might,” she answered. “But when you tease me like that I’m not even aware of what’s in my mouth.”

  Gabe watched her with a satisfied smile. His gaze was warm, his posture relaxed. They spoke the whole way through their meal. They discussed the exhibition, which would open next Sunday night, and Tina’s anxiety about it. By the time they’d exhausted the subject, Tina felt less apprehensive, in part because Gabe had promised to hold her hand the entire time—if she needed him to.