by Kaia Bennett
Nicole's eyes grew wide as saucers as she felt her niece or nephew kick softly against the side of Jackie's little bump. Jackie was so tiny Nicole was surprised the baby hadn't knocked her over onto the floor.
"Wow... so strong! This one's gonna be a handful," she giggled, looking at Jackie's surprised face.
"Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of."
Nicole watched Jackie swallow and then lean back into the sofa. She was rubbing her belly possessively, her expression one of awe and trepidation.
"Ian's been talking about marriage and stuff. I think dad really scared the shit out of him at Thanksgiving." She chuckled lightly. "It's all moving so fast. Faster than I expected. It's been seventeen weeks already. I didn't think I'd be having babies until I was in my thirties. And marriage...?" She snorted and rolled her eyes. "Now I have a package deal and I have no idea if I'm ready for it."
"I don't know what you're so scared of. You've been telling people what to do since as far back as I can remember. You'll make a perfect wife and mother." Jackie gave a mock smile and laugh and Nicole grinned. "All joking aside, Ian loves you and the baby will love you, too. It's that simple. Everything is going to be fine and you'll be ready for it all. That's what you do, Jackie. You rise to the occasion."
Nicole leaned over and gave Jackie a kiss on the temple, and even though her sister pushed her forehead away, she could see the little smile creep up to show she appreciated the little pep talk. Nicole shook her head. Here she was getting worried about a little spat-turned-quickie with Gabriel and Jackie was trying to come to grips with being someone's wife and a mother. It was comforting to see someone as confident and take-charge as Jackie a little unsure for a moment. It made her feel less alone in her confusion over her new relationship.
"You know," Jackie said pursing her lips at the romantic comedy onscreen, "I was starting to worry about Matthew McConaughey. He hadn’t been in a decent movie since A Time To Kill. Some of his best work for years was photos of him running shirtless."
Nicole gave a lopsided grin. "Oh, I knew he was going to make a comeback. But even if he hadn’t, there was still that accent... and those abs..." she tilted her head to the side. "And that ass."
Jackie dipped her spoon into the yogurt perched on her belly and nodded. "Fair enough," she muttered around a mouthful. "Fair enough."
***
"... so that's what we're working on now," Gabe said toward the window on the door, through which he could see Meredith and Jonny in the recording booth horsing around. He was in the hallway, taking a break and letting Nicole know it was going to be another lonely night for the both of them.
The label had decided a song featuring The Spirits' front-woman would be good for creativity and good for business. Gabe was starting to wonder if the universe had decided it was out to get his ass. She hadn't said anything to him since that night. In fact she hadn't even looked sideways at him since they started working on the song. That did nothing to put him at ease.
"You don't sound too excited about it," Nicole said with a muffled giggle.
"Yeah, I'll just be happy when this day is over. We're getting closer to wrapping this bad boy up, and I can't wait. But it's like being back in school, you know? The closer we get to being done, the slower the time goes. Feels like the days just keep going longer and... longer."
Gabriel nearly lost his train of thought, watching as Meredith ruffled her fingers through Jonny's blond hair, the way she used to do with him when she was flirting.
"I know what you mean," Nicole replied, drawing him back with her voice and the weary sigh she gave him. "I haven't seen you in so long I'm starting to get the shakes, babe. It's not pretty."
He smiled. "There isn't anything about you that's not pretty, sweetheart."
"Aww!! That was so sappy and cute all at the same time," she said in a mock syrupy tone. "Anyway I'm serious. I miss you."
"I miss you, too," he said softly. "I wish I could come over tonight, but I don't know if it's going to happen. I don't think we'll be done until late and I don't want you to be tired waiting up for me."
Nicole whimpered, her voice slightly muffled, like she was distracted. "I don't mind waiting up, but if you can't make it, I understand."
"You were breaking up for a second. Where are you?"
"Sorry, I was getting comfortable. And I'm in bed, wishing you were here with me," she said.
Gabriel was leaning against the wall, a slow smile creeping across his lips. "What are you wearing?"
"Your Zeppelin t-shirt..."
He heard rustling on the other line and silence for a moment. "Nicole?"
"I'm here," she said softly. "I was just saying I had on your old Zeppelin t-shirt and panties... but I just got rid of the panties."
Gabriel looked up and knocked his head lightly against the wall, wondering if he would be able to get that image out of his head in enough time to strap on his guitar without it banging against his Nicole-whipped cock. "Now why would you do something like that, little girl?"
"I was too hot. And then I started thinking about sucking your cock and I got even hotter. Didn't want them to get all sticky."
"Shit..."
He heard her moan, the sounds of her sucking on something. He imaged it was her fingers, that she was wetting them as she opened her legs and closed her eyes. He was painfully aware he was in public, trying to breathe steadily and keep his facial expressions neutral. All the while she moaned and panted in his ear.
"Don't stop talking," she whispered. "Just let me hear your voice, since you can't be with me tonight. Please."
He closed his eyes, and took a deep shuddery breath. "What are you doing right now without those panties on?" Gabriel asked softly.
“I'm thinking about you here with me... kissing me and licking me where I'm touching myself right now," she murmured. The quietest of sighs escaped her lips. He heard her exhale shakily on the other end. "Do you want that as much I as do?"
"You know I do, sweetheart. So bad," he whispered, sparing a glance at the guys to make sure no one could hear him or see him getting excited.
"Tell me... tell me what you want to do to me." She moaned. “Tell me all the things you want me to do for you, Gabriel."
Gabriel licked his lips, feeling his cock twitch. She was making it hard to speak when she moaned softly like that and gave that high pitched sigh after a particularly pleasurable stroke. He was afraid someone would hear him but he wasn’t willing to stop now.
"Fuck... If you're trying to torture me, it's working."
"Mmm... then maybe you should punish me for being such a bad, bad girl."
Gabriel felt like he had a second, heavy heartbeat growing between his legs. "Don't worry, Nic. I'm gonna make sure you get a nice hard spanking when I see you again. That's what you want right? Want me to spank that pretty pussy before I fuck it?"
He had to close his eyes when he heard the most delicious moan drip off her lips and the sound of a distant smack in the background.
"Like that, babe? That how you're gonna spank it for me?"
He had to laugh and turn his back as some little intern rushed by. "Jesus, you're fucking killing me. Got me hard as a rock over here with no way to take care of it."
He heard her hiss, heard a moan trail off into another high pitched sigh that seemed to vibrate straight to his increasingly hard cock. What he wouldn't give to be there right at that moment, to watch what she was doing to herself.
"I would take care of you, Gabriel. If you were here, I'd take care of you all night."
"Oh, yeah?"
"...Y-yeah... I'd take real good care of you..."
He licked his lips. "You'd let me fuck that dirty mouth of yours?"
"Yes!"
"And you'd swallow down all this come I've got for you? Hmm?"
"Ungh God..."
"Let me hear how wet I make you. And then I want you to taste it," he growled into the receiver, digging his shoulder into the wall so he could feel something be
sides his cock crawling up the leg of his jeans. "Let me hear how you'd suck my dick for me."
The sound of Nicole slurping on those slender digits made him light-headed with arousal.
"I wish you were here right now to see how hard I'm coming for you—" She left off with a sharp gasp, about to find release.
"That's it, let me hear you," he whispered in between her groans. "Give me a nice preview of what you're gonna sound like when I'm fucking you."
"Gabriel! Oh, fuck, Gabriel!!"
"Put the phone up to your pussy Nic, let me hear how wet you are..."
She did as he commanded and in the background he could hear the effects of what she was doing to herself in the foreground. He heard her come, heard the juicy, vibrant sounds of release.
Gabriel, for his part, felt like he was in the best possible hell imaginable. He was going to have to head to the bathroom after this and do something about his cock. He would have already if he hadn't been afraid of getting so caught up in listening to her that he wouldn't hear someone come in and catch him jerking off. Hearing the wet smacking sounds of her fingers over her pussy, her muffled moans, and then her clear sighs as she brought the phone back to her ear made him feel crazy with the need for release. Then he heard her giggle softly and the rush of heat turned up another notch, flooded over his body, and his heart beat even faster. He couldn't get over how many things he loved about her, how many ways hearing the sound of her voice could shoot right through him and hypnotize him into forgetting everything but her. Her laugh undid him as easily as her moans. That exhilarated and scared him.
The truth was he'd been busy, but he'd also been blindsided by Meredith's words. He hadn't realized how much she'd gotten to him until later. He didn't like that he'd almost threatened her, no matter how much of a bitch she was. And he didn't like that she'd hit a little close to home with her comment about Nicole liking it rough. Meredith was as different from Nicole as night from day, but in certain ways they were similar.
The way Nicole had responded to him on New Year’s made him wonder, made him want to give her even more of a taste of his appetite. But he'd felt so guilty about all the thoughts of the two women swirling around in his head that he'd chosen to avoid her instead, at least until he could get himself under control. Nicole put him in touch with the possessive, less controlled side of himself he'd been able to avoid when he was just having fun with girls. It was a side of him he wasn't sure he liked, one he'd thought he'd gotten rid of since his break up with Marta.
A side of him that was coming out full force tonight.
"Shit..." she hissed and giggled again. "Thank you, babe. At least that'll tide me over until I see you—"
"Tonight."
She paused and then a shaky laugh escaped her lips. "So you changed your mind about coming over?"
"I have to go," he said quickly. "Rest up while you can, Nic. You're gonna have a long fucking night ahead of you."
No goodbyes, no sweet "Later, Nicole," just a gruff promise to fuck her into exhaustion when he was done working. That same edge had been in his voice on New Year’s, the one she knew she wanted more of.
Chapter 10
Nicole was dozing when she heard a knock on the door. It was closing in on three in the morning, but on the fourth pound she was wide-awake and so was her pussy. She uncurled herself from her bed, ran her fingers through her dark hair and then her hand over her face. Shivering with excitement, she took a deep breath, went to the door, unlocked and opened it.
He was leaning with both arms against the doorframe, his head tilted downward. She had approximately one second to take in the sight of him. His eyes shot up, captured hers, and then he was stepping over the threshold, grabbing her by the neck while he slammed the door behind him.
She was backing up, her steps stuttering over the floor, her hand cupping his where it gripped her throat. She couldn't even squeak, and there was no time to figure out what he was going to do next. He was too busy kissing her, pushing her farther backwards until her legs were against the kitchen table, until she was sitting on it and then being laid flat on her back. He didn't relent in kissing her for a second. His tongue pillaged her mouth, pulling her moans from deep within her. He shoved her shirt up, tugging it until the collar was covering her eyes. But her mouth was free and she huffed in great gulps of air, waiting for him to remove her shirt completely. Practically blindfolded, her arms above her head, her body was naked and shaking. She spread her legs wider and waited in anticipation.
She'd expected roughness. She hadn't expected this. Not so much as a word before he took her. She was instantly wet for him.
Suddenly she felt his fingers slap her naked pussy and she screamed, not from pain, but from the shock of the sensation. A warning tap, one that gave her time to ask him to stop. She didn’t want him stop. She arched against the table, screaming for a second time as his fingers again slapped the already soaking flesh between her legs harder. She clenched her thighs against his waist in self-defense, twisting in the firm grip he had on her arms where they were trapped above her head. All she could see was the black fabric of his t-shirt and the light over the dining room shining through it.
"You seem surprised," he whispered in her ear, and the sound of his voice seemed to cast a spell on her that made her calm and yet more aware of her body's desire all at the same time. "Did you think I was playing with you when I told you to get ready for a long night?"
She moaned deep in her throat when he circled his fingers rapidly over her clit with such swift precision she thought she was going to come right then.
"You like playing the tease." He bit on her bottom lip before licking his superficial wound. "Now let's see if you like the way I handle teasing."
She nodded, arching her back and wishing she could see him. "Please... I want you to show me..."
"Spread your legs. I'm not done punishing that pussy yet."
Her thighs clenched involuntarily around his hips instead. But it didn't matter. There was plenty of tender flesh for him to smack into submission.
"Did I stutter, little girl? Huh?" he whispered menacingly, smacking her heaving breasts in quick succession until she was writhing and thumping her back against the table. It stung, but it was delicious sting that left her breasts throbbing and sensitive. She was aching for him to relieve the sensation with his tongue and teeth, even as she recoiled from the sharp sting of pain.
"Open your fucking legs," he demanded. "Nice and wide for me."
Her thighs were trembling, but she did as he ordered. Fear and lust had never been better friends than they were within her at that moment.
"You know how insane you made me tonight? How fucking long I had to wait for this?"
She couldn't help smiling. She had to bite down on her bottom lip just to hide it. She hoped it had felt like forever. It had for her.
"Think that's funny?"
"N-no," she whispered, her body shaking under his roving hand as it traveled over her skin.
"Don't move unless I say. You hear me?"
"Yes."
He released her arms. She heard him peel off his jacket and drop it before he pressed his fully clothed body to her naked one. Just a brush of his lips over the tender flesh of her own could be felt, a tantalizing lick she tried desperately to return by lifting her face. Her efforts were rewarded with a slap to her pussy, sharp enough to make her mouth drop open on a stolen breath.
"I said don't move... didn't I?"
"Gabriel..." she whimpered.
He licked the entrance to her mouth slowly, savoring the taste of her flesh before mating his tongue with hers. Hers was tentative, hungry. His was possessive, languid. His tongue commanded submission from her and she was forced to stay still and take it, forced to hunger for a deeper kiss.
He tilted his head and attacked her neck with licks and firm nibbles, traced her collarbone with his tongue until he reached the hollow of her throat. She moaned low and long when he licked it all the way up to th
e tip of her chin and then pressed his smile to her mouth. She swiped her tongue over his lips but he pulled away again.
He kissed his way quickly down her chest until he came to the valley between her breasts. She trembled under him with the restraint it was taking for her not to lift her breast up to the heat of his mouth. But it didn't take him long to give in and suck as much of the weighty globe into his mouth as he could. He palmed the other breast and bit down on the dark nipple that had hardened in his mouth.
It was taking strength she didn't know she possessed not to wrap her legs around him, not to rip that shirt off her eyes so she could see him and press his face into her tender flesh. His mouth felt so good on her breasts after his punishing slaps, so soothing, and yet every suckle and bite over her sensitive skin shot straight to her clit.
He moved to the other breast, twirling her abandoned nipple between his fingers while he nibbled and then bit firmly on the other. She cried out, titling her head back as pleasure mixed with pain, her body aching for more.
Gabriel came to his knees in front of the table and she shuddered and lifted her pussy towards his lips. He devoured the hot, silken lips of her sex like it was her mouth, diving in with his tongue and reaching every angle.
She was groaning frantically; her thighs inching inwards. And then, as she remembered his orders, they would snap back open again and she would arch and whimper. The whimper turned into a throaty growl when two fingers lunged into her pussy and curved within her.
"Sounds like that feels good," he teased in between rapid fire licks of her clit.
"S-soo... fucking... I-I'm... I—"
"Already? But I haven't even started yet, Nic."
He stroked faster, his fingers smacking wetly inside the snug little furnace that was her sex, and this time she couldn't fight her body's response. Her legs clamped around his ears, her hips rode his face and her voice caught in her throat.
That's when he pulled his fingers out and stood. He ripped the t-shirt off her eyes, gripped her behind her head and sat her up, her eyes now full of the delicious sight of him.