by Kaia Bennett
She gasped in a deep breath, felt her body drop even though it hadn’t moved from the couch. She felt wrong side up, like she was spinning while staying perfectly still. That’s what it felt like just before she realized she’d already woken from the pleasure of the dream, with Gabe’s name on her lips. She didn’t believe it.
She had to still be dreaming. She ha—
A strangled cry of shock and pleasure stuttered out of her parted lips. This was real. He was real, and really licking a long, lingering trail from the bottom of her swelling lips to the tip of her thrumming clit.
But shock quickly gave way to lust. His eyes were on hers, laughing in the flickering gray light of the TV as he took advantage of her wakefulness, no longer teasing as he laved her throbbing pussy with his tongue. No words. He didn't let up, or pull away. He just roughly pulled her shorts farther to the side so he could have better access to the wet heat between her thighs, and picked up the speed of his tongue. The subtle sounds of him suckling her tender flesh, the intense eye contact glittering in the varying darkness, and the feeling of his rough tongue penetrating her made her arch her back and widen her quivering legs.
This can't be happening! This has to be another part of the dream.
She’d almost convinced herself again she had been wrong about waking up, but then he sucked hard on her clit, flicking it with his tongue so fast it could have been powered by batteries. Her hands gripped the couch as her hips rocked against his merciless mouth. This was real. He was real. And soon she was really going to come. How long had he been there? When had he walked in and knelt between her legs to taste her? How many of those soft, gentle kisses in her dream had been real? She didn’t care. None of that mattered when he was swirling his tongue inside her throbbing pussy, when she was so close to coming she felt like she was going to scream.
She whimpered and bit down on the flesh of her palm, trying not to cry out as her body shivered. Her juices ran out of her, hot and sticky, devoured by his waiting mouth. In the last moments before she came, he lifted her hips slightly off the couch, sitting up so that she had no choice but to stare up at him as he gripped her thighs and licked long and hard at the juncture between them. He never took his eyes off of her face, as if he were recording the sight of her coming. Her voice cracked loudly in the quiet apartment as she came, causing her to bite down on her lip, arch her back and grind her pussy against his face. He growled into her slippery folds, making her shiver and whimper as he licked away all of the sweet evidence of what his lips and tongue could do to her. The light from the TV reflected in his eyes at the exact moment he released her thighs, giving them an eerie, yet sexy glow that made her pussy thump with aftershocks. Her juices glistened on his lips and chin, and he wiped them off with his thumb before licking it thoroughly.
He leaned over her, pausing just inches away from her face and said softly, "I needed to see for myself."
Her breath was a shudder, her words a quivering whisper. "I...what ...?"
"I needed to see if you taste as good as I imagined you would." Every cell of her body stood at attention when he lowered his hips over her widespread ones and ground his cock against her vibrating pussy. "You taste better, sweetheart. So much better..."
His lips spread into a smile, but his eyes looked like glittering onyx when they bore into hers. "But you already know that, don't you?" he asked, rubbing his nose against hers, teasing her by bringing up her earlier taste test, and by brushing his lips softly over hers before pulling away. "You want another taste."
She gasped. He wasn't asking her. He was telling her to taste herself on his lips. She lifted her face upwards and licked the entrance to his mouth with the tip of her tongue.
Suddenly, he pressed her hard into the couch, the warmth of his bare chest seeping through the cotton of her tank top, her breasts tingling and straining against him. His tongue pillaged her mouth, leaving no corner unexplored. His kiss was hungry and forceful, so different from the tender caress she had envisioned. But her daydream didn't compare to the real thing, and soon she was wet and ready again. She heard him moan as she pushed her pelvis up hard into his and brought her hands to his shoulders to clasp him more tightly to her. Her shorts were still slightly askew and part of her bare pussy was rubbing against the hard length of him hidden within his sweatpants. He grabbed one of her hands and shoved it roughly between their bodies, sitting up slightly so that he could watch her grasp his cock.
Her heart beat in an erratic and heavy rhythm as she felt the width and length hidden beneath the gray cotton. She tugged his sweatpants down his hips and watched as that heavy rod of flesh sprang free, bobbing and then jutting out towards its target. She stroked it lightly at first, twisting up and down the shaft while she watched his face. His breath was shallow, but it wasn't until he grasped her hand, clasping it tightly so that she squeezed his cock hard, that his breath stuttered out of him. Her hand became a clenched fist, jerking hard and sharp close to the head while his hips pumped into her hand. He had one arm draped over the back of the couch, the other reaching down to cup her breast, teasing the nipple that shone dark through the flimsy white material. With a gasp, she arched into his touch, as his hand traveled down her stomach until it was dipping into her shorts. She braced one foot on the floor so her legs could spread wider to accommodate his roving fingers.
"God, I wanna fuck you so bad, Nicole." A hushed groan escaped his full parted lips. "It's all I could think about all day. If you hadn't run away earlier, I would have by now." He reached between her legs, stroking over her wet, silky lips with his fingertips.
"You gonna let me fuck you, sweetheart? Hmm?" She shivered as he slid a long calloused finger inside of her, swirling it around to test her desire. She was so wet and ready that before she could even nod she squeezed the head of his cock harder and he pulled her shorts down her hips. Reason started to trickle in and made her wonder if they should go into his bedroom, or if they should stop and talk this through. Weren't things going too fast?
And then it hit her like a ton of bricks.
This was Gabriel! Kneeling over her, dying to touch her, telling her how much he needed to fuck her. Her mind flashed back to that afternoon, the intense look that was on his face when he’d started to come around the side of the bed. It looked exactly like the expression on his face now as he leaned back and she brought her legs in front of her to help him lift her shorts all the way off. If she hadn't run, she would have learned he wasn't angry, but turned on when he found her coming on his bed. She’d spent the entire day in agonized embarrassment when she could have been spending it with Gabriel inside her.
He shoved his pants down his hips and lowered himself over her, pausing before entering her to shove her tank top up above her breasts. They jiggled slightly at being so abruptly revealed, and he watched them for a moment, his lips curving into a smile before he leaned down and sucked one into his mouth. The suction of his mouth was harder than she’d expected, with his tongue and teeth jabbing and rolling against her swollen nipples. Her gasps turned into moans. They started off hushed, but when his hand came up to cup her breast while his mouth moved on to the other one, the sounds of her pleasure intensified. She ran her fingers through his hair and pressed him harder into her aching flesh, calling out his name as her hips bucked against his.
The sound of a bedroom door clicking open, then of short quick steps padding across the hallway made them instantly freeze. They both held their breath, and Nicole wondered if they had been too loud, if someone had heard and was coming to find them. But after a moment she realized it was just Jackie going into the bathroom. For a long moment after the door closed they didn't move. Gabriel's cock was poised at her gateway and their breaths stalled in their chests. But soon the feel of the hot tip brushing against her entrance was too much. Against her will, her hips started to rock back and forth, making the silky inner lips of her pussy nuzzle the head of his cock. His breath returned as he inhaled and exhaled through his nose, his ey
es hooded as his gaze roved over her face. She touched his face lightly with one hand, grasped his soft, dark brown hair with the other. When her fingers brushed against his full lips and over the indent of his chin, he covered her mouth with his hand and slid halfway into her wet channel.
Nicole made a muffled sound of surprise and clutched him to her as she felt her pussy stretch around his width. She hadn't expected for him to shove so quickly into her, or for it to feel so good. As he started to lightly pump his hips, she looked up at him and saw she wasn't the only one caught in a fit of lust. His lips were parted, his eyes closing and opening as if he had been drugged. He breathed in slowly through his nose, then let it out through his mouth with a shudder, and thrust deeper inside of her. The toilet flushed in the bathroom, the faucet turned on as Jackie washed her hands. Gabriel took that opportunity to be daring and pump hard and fast into her for a few torturous strokes, until he heard the faucet turn off. Nicole’s eyes were rolling back in her head, her breathing was labored under his large palm, and she was trying desperately to silence the whimpers escaping her throat. The bathroom door opened. She inhaled a shuddery breath through her nostrils when he ground his hips to a halt against hers. The footsteps paused in the hallway, as if Jackie were thinking about coming to check on her.
Please go back to bed! Please go back to bed! Oh God, I need to come, please go back to bed!
Apparently her silent prayers were answered because Jackie's footsteps kept going and the door to her bedroom closed behind her. As soon as it did, Gabriel resumed thrusting with as much vigor as he could while still being quiet enough to keep them from getting caught. His hips rolled against hers, his pelvic bone rubbing over her clit, while his cock caressed the inside of her tight, clenching pussy. His foot came to rest on the floor, forcing her leg to hike up higher and open wider. His cock surged even deeper and she panted for release beneath his hand. He was close too. She could tell by the way his breathing grew erratic as he bit down on his lip. He was shivering like she was, leaning down to muffle the groans that were escaping his lips in the crook of her neck. His skin was flushed hot against hers and she loved the soft, wet sound of his body entering and exiting hers, loved the way his hand clamped down harder on her mouth and shook as he came closer to coming. He was breathing in her ear, licking at her neck.
"Come for me, sweetheart," he growled desperately, as if he couldn't hold on much longer. She was shivering uncontrollably, her eyes narrowing, and her brow furrowing as her body climbed fast towards fulfillment. She reached down to grasp his firm ass as she brought her hips up to meet his. Every breath under his palm ended in a whimper, coming so fast it sounded as if she was hyperventilating, suffocating in pleasure. And maybe she was, because the next moment her eyes were squeezed shut, and a muffled wail rumbled low in her throat. Her entire body tensed and her pussy clamped around his welcome invasion.
"Yeah...come for me, baby..." he groaned, starting to tremble with her. "So...fucking...tight."
A few rapid fire thrusts, a few quick hot breaths against her cheek, and then he pulled out, covering his dick with his hand so he could stroke himself hard and fast towards the finish line. He groaned as quietly as possible and his come sprayed against her stomach and breasts in hot, milky spurts, running down the contours of her quivering body. She sucked in a breath when his hand released her mouth. Her lips and chin were moist from panting hot air under his hand, her limbs vibrating with fatigue. And yet, she felt as if the adrenaline rush of almost being caught had left her primed and ready for more. The juncture of her thighs was crying out for friction, crying out to be filled again. He was kneeling over her, the TV casting shadows and grey light over him as he stroked the last of his release over her shivering body. She glanced down and lifted a shaky hand to run it through the warmth pooling over her stomach and the valley between her heaving breasts.
"S-sorry," he whispered when he could talk. "Shit…I didn't know if you were on anything...but I couldn't wait..."
He looked worried for a moment and scanned her face as if he were looking for signs of regret or panic.
“I’ve been tested recently, like a couple weeks back,” he said with a sheepish smile. “Clean bill of health and everything and I haven’t been with someone since. I know I should have brought it up before, but I just got caught up.”
“Yeah,” she managed breathlessly. Her voice felt foreign to her own ears, sultry and strained. “Me too. Good on all my tests and… I’m on the pill.”
She could practically taste her heartbeat, her body still pumping with adrenaline. She’d been caught up in the moment, too. She felt a bit embarrassed about being so irresponsible, but now they were on the same page. And she was wondering if now that he knew this maybe, just maybe, he’d want to go again. Maybe next time, if he wanted there to be a next time, he might come wherever he wanted. She literally shivered at that the thought of him coming inside of her.
He leaned over to the reach for a tissue to clean her off, but she stopped him by holding his hand, holding his gaze with hers.
"It's okay," she breathed.
She made him watch as she used his hand to rub his release into her naked skin. And then looking him dead in the eye, she lifted his fingers to her mouth and licked off the come coating them. She smiled around his fingers, loving the look of shock and hunger in his hooded eyes. She’d have been shocked at herself too, if she weren’t so turned on.
"Mmm...you taste good, too."
Once again he pressed her back into the cushions of the couch, his body hard and warm against hers as his tongue swirled within her mouth. The kiss was deep and slow, but no less hungry. Each of them understood that a second round could do more harm than good. But it was hard to care about getting caught naked and covered in come on her sister's couch when he was kissing her so thoroughly. His lips were so tender, gently caressing hers as he reluctantly started to pull away. When he released her mouth and looked down at her, she saw the sweet face she was so used to fantasizing about.
"You're going to get me into all kinds of trouble," he said, coming in for one last kiss.
Gabriel was familiar with trouble. It was part of the reason he was flirting with it now by hooking up with his best friend’s little sister.
He was always getting into trouble when he was younger, always in a fight at school. He drank, and he smoked, and fucked random girls. He’d become quite the lapsed Catholic by the time he was in high school. The only thing that kept him from falling over the edge was music. His mother had forced him and his sister to take piano lessons from the time he was seven, making him play for church functions and practice every day after school.
He paid lip service to not wanting to be forced, but it was secretly one of the few things he was grateful she had made him do. It made music a part of his world and kept him sane when he would have otherwise spiraled into becoming a complete loser. He wasn't allowed to bring music he liked into the house, but he lucked out because his burnout friend Josh had great taste and a record collection that literally covered the walls of his room. He got his first guitar when he was fourteen, started writing songs, and the rest was history.
Everything else was just a stepping stone to feeling the high that coursed through his body and flooded his veins when he got on stage. There was nothing like making a crowd of people scream the lyrics to his songs and sway to the music he helped arrange. It was the one thing in this world he was always sure wouldn't disappoint him and he knew it was only a matter of time before he could make a living doing it. It was everything else, especially women, that was the real complication in life.
But he couldn’t help himself. He was always waging war with two sides of his makeup, one good, one bad. He could almost see the devil and the angel on his shoulder when he looked in the mirror.
She had been placed snugly into the no-go zone in his head. For part of that time he had been in a relationship with Marta, so Nicole didn't really register as a possibility, except for vaguely w
hen they would bond over music or a book and he would wonder why Marta couldn't be more easygoing like that. Then there was the issue of Jackie, who had been one of his best friends for years and who he knew was capable of castrating any guy who broke Nicole's heart. Nicole’s taste in guys had been somewhat suspect, and he had talked to her a few times about her somewhat lackluster love life.
He got the impression that Nicole had never been in love and she was comparing guys she dated to some ideal she couldn't let go of. He could relate to the feeling something was missing in the person you were with and he told her so, letting her know she was still young and there was plenty of time for all that love stuff. She had smiled and thanked him, told him he was perfect, which always made him feel good.
He knew which side was going to lose today’s battle when he called out of work, showered, dressed and waited for Jackie and Ian to leave. All the pangs of conscience were worth it when he saw Nicole struggle to stay composed, to not shiver and give herself away as she clumsily picked at her breakfast. She dropped her spoon on the floor twice and avoided his eyes almost the entire time. In turn, he did his best to act as if nothing was amiss. When they did glance at each other he always smiled quickly, unable to keep his lascivious intentions from being visible even in those flashes of recognition.
He was going to fuck her silly. It was just a countdown. And she knew it.
Nicole was putting away dishes from breakfast, barely aware of what she was doing. Her movements were mechanical, her breathing steady, and her eyes focused on the cabinet straight ahead of her, trying to defend herself against the relentless throbbing his presence incited. Gabriel was leaning against the kitchen counter, nonchalant and seemingly carefree as he drank a glass of water. But she knew better. His every movement and gesture seemed to bring him closer to her, to impose the heat and the masculine scent of him on her senses. Or was she just remembering the night before with such vivid clarity that her body was now overreacting to his nearness?