“Dude, you are not on your game tonight.”
“Sorry. I never even saw that sniper.”
“It’s cool. You’re fortunate enough to be playing with me and I’m good enough for both of us.”
“You better keep your ego in check or I’ll shoot you myself.”
Gabe tried to focus on the game, but he was having hard time. His eyes kept dropping to the bite mark on his hand where a purple bruise was already appearing behind the teeth marks. Every time he saw it he thought about that beautiful moment when Cassie lost it in his arms. Then he’d get all flushed and his dick would start throbbing in his pants. And then he’d feel guilty again.
He really hadn’t meant to do it. Like he told her, he’d just seen her there in the kitchen, that sweater clinging to her curves, her cute little sock feet carelessly resting in third position as she stood at the sink washing dishes. She looked miserable, her shoulders slumped and her head down; she hadn’t even looked up at him when he came in. And he’d remembered the resignation in her voice when she told her friends there must be something wrong with her.
No, he didn’t regret it and despite the guilt he knew that given half a chance he’d do it again. And more. He could show her how to get what she wanted from a man even if he didn’t know how to give it to her. He could make her see that it was alright to make noise, to let her body writhe in pleasure, to ask for exactly what she wanted. And it certainly wouldn’t hurt if in the process he’d get to run his hands over all that smooth creamy skin, kiss those soft full lips, taste that silky wetness between her legs…
Jesus. He glanced over at Aaron nervously, but he was too involved in shooting their way out of an ambush to notice Gabe’s sudden discomfort. He was walking a fine line, though. And really, there was no point getting himself worked up about it since she was clearly pissed at him and not likely to take him up on his offer.
Oddly enough he couldn’t bring himself to feel guilty about eavesdropping; the conversation had been partly about him after all. The Dick. He felt a twinge of irritation and decided that if Cassie ever talked to him again he was going to ask her about that. And he didn’t feel guilty on her account for what they’d done; she’d obviously enjoyed it. The guilt was about Aaron. He wouldn’t understand. He’d see it as a betrayal of his trust; assume Gabe was just trying to get laid. That really wasn’t what it was about, though.
No. Definitely not. He honestly hadn’t been thinking about getting anything for himself out of it. Okay, so laying his hands on her beautiful body was a definite plus. And he couldn’t deny the ego boost he got from knowing he’d been able to give her something no other guy had. But mostly he’d just wanted to make her feel better; prove to her that there was nothing wrong with her. Mission accomplished.
So why couldn’t he stop thinking about what else he wanted to do with her?
“Alright bro, I give up. We’re getting slaughtered here.”
“Sorry man, I can’t seem to get my head in the game.”
Aaron ended the game without saving it and stood up to stretch. “Did you drive all the way back this afternoon?”
“Yeah and I was up late last night.”
“So what happened? I thought you were supposed to spend Christmas with your mom.”
“Wildlife emergency in the Chattahoochie.”
Aaron snorted and rolled his eyes.
“No really, we caught these idiots trying to shoot turkeys in the campground yesterday morning. Said they wanted fresh birds for Christmas dinner. Fortunately the campground was empty so no one got hurt, but the rangers arrested them for poaching in a national forest and I had to hunt down, catch, and help pick buckshot out of a bunch of traumatized turkeys. It took all damn day and I didn’t want to drive at night so I stayed and had dinner with my boss and his family. I’m pretty sure he put an entire bottle of rum in the egg nog.”
“No wonder you’re fried. That’s what you get for going to work after graduation instead of grad school like me.”
“Yeah well, I’ve been a grade ahead of you our whole lives. I figured I should give you a chance to get ahead.”
“Seriously though, do you like it out there? It sounds pretty sweet other than the catching turkeys thing.”
“Yeah man, I love the job. I mean, I spend plenty of time sitting in front of a computer, but there’s always something to do out in the park if I want an excuse to get out. And the cabin they gave me to live in is awesome. That alone makes the biology degree worth the four years I spent on it.”
“I bet. I’ll have to come out and visit soon. I’ve been meaning to since you started, but it was a crazy semester for me. Maybe I can make it for spring break.”
“Any time, man.”
“Okay, I’m beat. You can crash here if you want, I’m gonna go downstairs and sleep with Shelly.”
“What’s the deal with her, by the way?”
“Shit, I don’t know. We’ve been going out a few weeks and we’re not really that serious, but she kind of invited herself to visit. I only said yes because I knew my parents weren’t gonna be here and she offered to bring a carload of boxes from my apartment in Birmingham. The more I’m around her the less I want to be around her, but I feel bad, you know? Dumping someone at Christmas just seems like such a dick move.”
“I hear you, man.”
“Anyway, she’s only here for another couple days and I’m moving so it’ll be a natural break.”
“Well, you know where everything is. I’ll see you in the morning.”
After Aaron left, Gabe sat for a few more minutes staring down at his hand, running one finger over the little indentions. No, Aaron wouldn’t understand. They may have been best friends since they were kids, but they’d always had very different attitudes toward girls.
Gabe had grown up mostly with his mother, watching her put up with a long string of boyfriends that treated her like shit time and again, starting with his own father. He’d decided as a teenager that relationships weren’t worth that kind of hassle; that he’d much rather be friends with girls and not have to deal with the whole boyfriend-girlfriend game that Aaron and most of their friends played.
Of course as he grew up he’d amended that opinion somewhat, observing that not everyone was as unhappy in their relationships as his mother. He’d always been rather in awe of Aaron’s parents, who seemed to be best friends and were still happily married after nearly thirty years. If he ever found someone he thought he could love like that it might be worth it, but in the meantime he refused to play by anyone’s rules but his own.
He heaved himself up off the bed with a sigh, dug a pair of cut-off sweat pants out of Aaron’s dresser and traded them for his jeans. He walked across the hall to the bathroom, pausing only for a second to look at Cassie’s closed bedroom door.
With a familiarity that came from being in a place that felt like home he quickly cleaned up, washing his face and rubbing some toothpaste over his teeth with his finger. In high school he’d kept a toothbrush here, but it had been several years since then and he didn’t see an extra one lying around.
As he headed back to Aaron’s room he heard the squeak of hinges and looked up to find Cassie’s eyes on him. He registered that she looked nervous before he realized she was standing in the doorway of her room wearing nothing but a white tank top and pair of panties with little yellow flowers on the front.
The only thing that kept him from passing out cold was the fact that he was already walking toward her. Her eyes locked on his, widening a bit as he backed her into her room and kicked the door closed behind him. He slid his hands around her waist and pulled her close, but just as he dropped his head to kiss those irresistible lips she pulled back.
He licked his lips and looked down at her, holding his breath in anticipation. Her cheeks were bright pink and her pupils were so wide they made her eyes look black, but she said wait so he waited.
“I think we should set some boundaries here.”
He straightened, but didn’t move his hands. They’d found the cute little divots at the top of her ass and were enjoying themselves too much.
“Yeah. If this is just physical recreation, like you said, there should be rules. Every game has rules, they keep things fun for everyone and no one gets hurt.”
He raised his eyebrow at her, somewhat surprised at her take on the situation. There was something about calling it a game that rubbed him the wrong way, but he had to admit he was curious where she was going with this. “So what kind of rules are you proposing?”
“Yeah, I’m fine with that.” He could tell she’d expected an argument and for some reason it pleased him to surprise her. “What’s the next rule?”
“Hm.” He frowned at that. “I don’t like that rule.”
“You have a problem with the no kissing rule, but not the no sex rule?”
“Yeah, well. I like kissing.” His eyes dropped to her lips again and watched as her tongue darted out and moistened them.
“You don’t like sex?”
His lips twisted into a smirk and he met her eyes, noticing the twinkle of amusement beginning to replace the nervousness. “I’m not even going to answer that. But there are a lot of strings that come with sex. If it makes you more comfortable to rule that out, I totally get it.”
“It does. And it makes me more comfortable to rule out kissing too.”
“Alright, if you insist.” He shrugged in capitulation. “Any more rules?”
“That’s it for me. Do you have any?”
“Now that you mention it I believe I do. No faking.”
The corners of his mouth twitched as he watched her chest and face turn pink, but he smothered the smile before she looked back up at him. He wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her from turning away, guilt cutting through his amusement as he saw the mortified expression on her face. “Hey, I told you before; nothing was said that you need to be embarrassed about.”
She twisted out of his grip and turned away. Walking over to sit down on the edge of the bed, she grabbed a pillow and held it on her lap in a subconscious effort to cover herself. “Did you hear…everything?”
“Yeah.” He knew she was talking about what Jill said about her still wanting him and briefly considered feigning ignorance, but couldn’t bring himself to lie to her. “I mean it, Cassie. I’m the one who should be embarrassed for being so dense that I never noticed you’ve hated me for years.”
She turned even redder, if that were possible, and he walked over to her, cutting her off as she opened her mouth to speak. “Which is something I definitely want to get an explanation for later, but at the moment I think we should finish discussing our rules.”
Cass sighed and gestured at him to continue as he knelt in front of her and pulled the pillow from her hands, tossing it toward the headboard. “Okay, first no faking and don’t try to fool me because I’ll know.” He wasn’t entirely sure he would know, but it sounded good and he hoped the threat of it would keep her from trying.
“And second…well it’s not so much a rule really. I think we should keep this just between us. I’m not saying we should lie about it if anyone asks, but maybe we could just not broadcast it. Your brother would beat the shit out of me if he knew I was in here with you right now.” As his hands slid up the outside of her thighs and wrapped around her lower back his eyes drifted over her body and his voice dropped an octave. “Touching you like this.”
A hint of a smirk crossed her lips and she snorted. “I’ve seen you guys spar. I think you both know you could take him down.”
“Yeah well, I’d rather it not ever come to that. And I’d probably let him kick my ass if it did; I’m still not entirely sure I’m not a total asshole for even thinking about doing this.”
“Wait a minute, now. This isn’t something you’re doing to me. If I didn’t want you here, you wouldn’t be here. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m the one who tempted you into my room with my sexiest underwear so I could proposition you.”
Gabe fingered one of the little flowers on the front of her panties and grinned up at her. “This is your sexiest underwear?”
“Shut up. Lace is itchy and silk doesn’t breathe well.”
“I’m not complaining, you look sexy as hell to me,” he said with a chuckle, the laugh fading as his hand flattened against her stomach. It was warm and firm under his palm and he had to suppress the sudden urge to fist the thin cotton and tear it off her so he could see if she looked as good as she felt. Instead he lowered his head and brushed the top of her thigh with the stubble on his chin, smiling when he felt her shiver. “So this no kissing rule…”
He continued dragging his chin slowly up her thigh, enjoying the way her voice suddenly sounded so breathy. “You just meant on the lips, right? I mean,” he paused as he reached the top of her leg and looked up at her, his lips just a hairsbreadth from the skin above her waistband. “I can kiss you other places, right?”
“Yeah.” This time her voice was a faint whisper and he couldn’t help teasing her a bit more.
“You’re sure?” He straightened slowly, letting his warm breath drift over her stomach then her ribs before stopping at her nipple. “If I kissed you here that would be alright?” he asked, letting his lips brush the dark nub trying to poke its way through the white cotton. “Huh Cassie?” He heard her breath catch in her throat and lifted his eyes to her face.
Her eyes were squeezed tight and she was biting both her lips to muffle herself. She was holding back, hiding her reaction from him and he didn’t like it. Seized with the need to provoke a response, he took her nipple gently between his teeth and pulled.
With an exclamation of surprise she released her death grip on the comforter and buried her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. Oh yeah, that was more like it. Gabe tugged down on her shirt, resuming his attack as soon as her breasts popped free through the top. He sucked first one taut bud deep into his mouth, then the other, swirling and lapping at them with his tongue, scraping them lightly with his teeth. Her skin was like silk under his tongue, the puckered areolas drawing him back over and over again. He couldn’t get enough.
Her feet pressed against his lower back, pulling him close and squirming against him. Damn, her legs were strong, those powerful thighs clenching and releasing his ribs, riding him as if she were sitting on top of him. A long groan escaped him when he realized he could feel a warm damp spot on his shirt and he used his hand on her back to pull her closer, wondering vaguely if he’d be able to make her come like this.
He leaned back to pull her shirt off over her head and it broke the spell. Cass released his hair and tried to move back, pushing lightly on his shoulders. When his lips found her breasts again she sighed and started to move with him again, little moans of pleasure escaping her, but after a moment she stiffened again and he backed off.
“What is it, babe?”
“I’m too loud.”
“You are not too loud. But we could try to drown it out a bit if you’re nervous about being heard.”
He glanced around the room and saw her laptop sitting on her desk nearby. Standing quickly he walked over to it and opened the music player. Frantic base accompanied by Jennifer Lopez’s voice filled the room and he shot her a grimace.
“Dance music,” she said with a completely un-self-conscious grin.
After a cursory glance through her albums he turned on Al Green and did a little pivoting spin as he walked back to the bed. “Nothing like The Reverend to get you in the mood.”
She snorted at him and shook her head. “You’ll have to remind me to teach you some moves. You dance like a nerdy white boy.”
He narrowed his eyes at her and started swinging his hips in an exaggerated motion as he slowly pulled the t-shirt over his head. “Still nerdy?”
She nodded sympathetically. “But if it makes you feel any better you make a pretty sexy nerd.” Her eyes traveled down his body, then snapped back up to his face. “And then when you stop dancing it just leaves the sexy part.”
She was joking around, but he could tell that she was trying not to be too obvious that she was staring at him. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen him shirtless, not by a long shot, but he figured it was the first time she’d been able to look openly. He moved slowly toward the bed, giving her some time to check him out. He didn’t have anything to be ashamed of; taller than average and on the skinny side, but between work and keeping up with martial arts he stayed in shape and had ropy muscles that gave him definition.
“Scoot back,” he growled in mock offence, gesturing toward the headboard with his chin. “I’ve got some moves I want to teach you.”
Her cute giggle and the sight of her pert little breasts jiggling as she shimmied up to the head of the bed and was enough to bring him to his knees. Luckily he was already kneeling at the foot of the bed crawling toward her.
“Let me explain something to you,” he said, pushing her feet apart so he could move up between them. “I love those little noises you seem to be embarrassed about, and I can’t wait to hear the louder ones that you’re obviously trying to hold inside. Those noises tell me you like what I’m doing to you. And I definitely want you to like what I’m doing to you.”
He continued up her body, pushing her legs further apart and stopping here and there to place a nibbling kiss, pointedly avoiding her most sensitive spots so he could be sure she was paying attention to what he was saying.
“If you want to talk to me and tell me what you like or don’t like, feel free. If there’s anything you want me to do, just ask. I guarantee you aren’t going to shock me. But you don’t have to say a word if you don’t want to, just relax and let go. The noises you make and the way your body moves tells me where you want me to touch you, how you want me to touch you.”
“But it’s so embarrassing…”
He shook his head and sighed against her belly, smiling as he watched goose bumps spread across her pale skin. “You have no idea, do you? What an incredible turn on it is for a guy to know he’s getting a woman off? It is so hot when I breathe on your skin and you shiver and your nipples get all hard. And when I flick the tip of your nipple with my tongue and you jump.” He demonstrated as he let his fingers drift lower, trailing them over the wet spot in her panties. “And when I brush my fingers over your pussy to see how wet you are and you moan my name and push your hips against me like you’re dying for me to shove them inside you…” He trailed off into a moan of his own.
By this time he was on his hands and knees over her, face to face. He could tell his words were getting to her the way her breath was coming in shallow gasps. Her lips were slightly parted and it was an exercise in self-control to keep from dipping his head down and sliding his tongue into her mouth to taste her. He licked his own lips in a weak approximation of a kiss and fixed her eyes with his.
“And when you start bucking and shaking and begging me to make you come because you need it so bad…goddamn I’m hard as a rock just thinking about it.” He took her hand in his and pressed it against the growing tent in his sweat pants to prove that he was telling the truth. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“I…yeah.” Her nod was jerky.
“Good.” He released her hand, noting that she let it linger for a few seconds before moving it away. “Now I’m about to peel those sexy little panties of yours off and bury my face between your legs for a while because I’ve been dying to taste you since you came for me in the kitchen. And when I do I want you to remember what I just said…”
Without waiting for a response he lowered himself and pressed his mouth against the damp spot on her panties, using his tongue to push the fabric snugly into her cleft. A fresh bloom of moisture warmed his bottom lip as the tip of his tongue found the hard nub of her clit and wiggled against it.
She tasted like heaven.
Unable to wait any longer he sat up and slid her panties down her legs, giving her one last mischievous smile before he dove in for good. Pressing her legs flat against the bed, he spread her wide and proceeded to drive her slowly crazy with is mouth. With broad flat strokes and sharp jabs of his tongue he lapped up her juices as fast as he drew them from her, teasing her clit with the occasional flick or nibble.
After a while her hips started rising to him tentatively, accompanied by long, low moans and he encouraged her by giving her clit a little extra attention every time it felt like she let her control slip. Her hands fluttered around his head and shoulders, eventually lighting on his forearms and squeezing tight as if she was trying to get his attention.
“What is it, Cassie? Tell me what you need.” His voice sounded rough even to his own ears.
“Oh god I don’t know, I don’t know.”
“I know.” He flicked his tongue against her clit and her stomach muscles jumped. “I know what you need.” With a long drag of his tongue against her slick opening he let the tip of his tongue dart inside her. “But you have to take it.” A shiver shook her body as he slid his tongue deeper in an attempt to get her to move against him. “Take what you need, baby.” His lips hovered over her clit, barely touching her as he spoke. “Make me give it to you.”
Her fingernails dug into his arms painfully, but she kept her hips still. “Please, Gabe, please.”
“Cassie, I want you to grab my hair like it’s a fucking handle and grind against my face until you come. Do it.”
For a second he thought he’d gone too far because she froze for the space of several heartbeats. Then he felt the sharp pull on his scalp as she tried to comply. A little hesitant at first, she tried to squirm away a few times, but he wouldn’t let her. When he took her clit between his teeth and sucked hard she cried out and pulled his face against her so hard that for a moment he couldn’t breathe.
Not that he was complaining; far from it. He groaned in approval, vibrating her clit between his lips, and after that she completely gave in. Her fingers tangled painfully in his hair as she rocked against him, her rhythmic moans and grunts mingling with Al Green’s vocal ejaculations. His tongue met her flesh in a wild dance and he could feel the tension in her body building higher and higher. Just when it seemed like she was about to peak he slid the tip of his finger barely inside her, pressing up against the underside of her clit as he worked it with his tongue from the front.
A hoarse cry tore from her throat and her thighs clamped down around his head like a vice…an incredibly powerful vice covered in sleek sweaty skin and smelling of a woman’s musk. All he could do was hold on for the ride and wait for her to come back down, in the meantime sucking and licking whatever happened to be pressed against his lips at the moment of impact. It was absolutely incredible.
Eventually her legs fell apart, freeing him, but he wasn’t finished yet. He let his fingers slide through her wet folds, slipping in an occasional lick or kiss, but mostly just playing while he waited for her to catch her breath. Compliments and words of encouragement fell from his lips, but he hardly knew what he was saying. When his fingers were coated with her wetness he teased her opening with the tips of them, watching her face for a reaction. If he was expecting to have to talk her into it again he had another thing coming.
“Deeper.” Her husky whisper was so quiet he almost didn’t hear it, but once he realized what she said he immediately obeyed. With a wide grin he slid his fingers in just a few inches before drawing them slowly back out.
“No no no no no…” she moaned, tilting her hips to try to recapture his fingers. He chuckled silently to himself and slid them back in, just a little bit further than before, then slowly dragged them back out. At that point Cassie took him completely off guard by planting her feet and rocking down hard against his hand, taking his two fingers all the way to the knuckles. A sharp grunt punctuated her movement and she clutched at the bedspread under her, trying to use it to get more leverage.
“Fuck yeah,” he whispered, only slightly surprised at her enthusiasm. He’d suspected once he got her to let go of her iron grip on her self-control she’d cut loose and now she was proving him right. It just happened a little faster than he’d expected.
“That’s it, Cassie. Fuck my fingers.” Her velvety hot wetness swallowed his fingers and he watched in fascination; holding his hand still as she came down against it again and again, surprising him at the amount of force she was using. “You like it hard, don’t you baby? You’re so fucking wet right now.”
At this point her hips were no longer touching the bed and she was twisting against him as his fingers disappeared inside her over and over.
“More, please I need more.”
A wave of dizziness washed over him and he had to clench his teeth to bite back the urge to shove his pants down and bury himself inside her. She was begging for more and damned if he didn’t want to give it to her. The moment of madness passed, however, his pants still in place.
“Oh I’ve got more for you.” He held her hips still just long enough to slide another finger inside. She let loose another low moan as he sunk them as far as they would go and then she started moving again. He was helping her now, plunging into her as she came down against his hand. After a few more minutes she started to tense up and make frustrated groans as she moved, desperately seeking completion.
“Cassie baby, there’s no rush. I’m not going anywhere. I promise I’ll get you there again.”
She slowed just a bit, the element of desperation fading though the tension in her body was still high. Gabe dipped his head down to give her clit a suck, flicking it with his tongue as he thrust his fingers into her again and she whimpered and bucked up against him.
“Oh my God, Gabe, that’s so…so…”
“Play with your nipples for me.” He watched as she hesitantly toyed with her breasts. “Pinch them harder, pull on them a little. That’s it, now don’t stop.”
God damn, she looked so sexy the way her mouth fell open like she was surprised it felt so good. He didn’t want to tear his eyes away, so he used the thumb of his free hand to work her clit in little circles. She cried out and started rocking faster against him, her fingers tugging and twisting her nipples while he watched. He increased the pace and intensity of his thrusts once again as he felt her start to tremble.
The climax started from the inside and worked its way out; the muscles deep inside fluttering, then tightening all along her channel in an attempt to pull his fingers deeper. Her thigh muscles, then stomach muscles joined in, contracting and releasing as her back arched up and she stopped rocking and started grinding hard against his hand as she rode out the climax to completion. Just as she started to relax he pressed his free hand gently into the spot just above her pubic bone and curled his fingers up just a bit and her eyes flew open as she lost control all over again, moisture rushing out over his hand as her body shook under him.
Her legs were still shaking when he bent to taste her again. With his fingers still inside he could feel the aftershocks grabbing her and he knew he could make her come a few more times if she’d let him. Ignoring her feeble protests that it was too much he lapped gently at her, glorying in the slick juices coating his hand and her thighs. He slid one finger out, wiggling the two remaining ones just a tiny bit as he sucked her clit to another small climax. And then another. And then one more, even as she was sitting up and grabbing his hair to pull his face away.
They stared into each other’s eyes as she held his hair with trembling hands. He started to lean forward, but her hand tightened in his hair and she stopped him before he actually kissed her. His mouth was open, still panting for breath as she moved slowly toward him.
He thought she was going to break her own rule, but instead of kissing him she flattened her tongue against his chin and ran it upward to the bottom of his lip. His dick tried to punch its way out of his pants as he realized she had to be tasting herself in the coarse stubble on his chin. With her eyes fixed on his, a distinctly teasing glimmer in them, she took his bottom lip in her teeth and pulled it as far as it would go before it popped from between her teeth and snapped back in place.
The next second he had her on her back with her hands pinned above her head. He was trembling with the effort not to crush her mouth with his, mentally talking himself out of doing it as he stared at her lips. They curled up into a mischievous grin as he watched and she tugged at his grip on her wrists, wiggling her hips against him deliciously. He tightened his grip and pressed himself against her with a low moan, his straining cock settling itself into her cleft as if it had a homing beacon.
With a frustrated groan he buried his head in her neck, biting down on the soft flesh of her shoulder and sucking it into his mouth, not caring in the least whether he was leaving a mark. Some hidden part of him hoped he was. Her legs wrapped around his hips and once again he was shocked at how strong she was.
Her hard little nipples pressed into his chest and she rocked her hips in a way that made him wonder whether she knew how close to losing it he was. When she pulled her hand from his grip and slid it between them and into his pants he knew she did. Her slender fingers wrapped around his throbbing shaft and she started stroking him gently.
“Harder,” he growled into her neck. “You won’t break it.”
Her legs fell away and she pushed his pants down to free his erection so she could get a better hold. When she grabbed him again it took his breath away, her grip so firm he jerked against her, thrusting hard into her hand.
He propped himself up on his forearms so he could look down at her flushed face and red hair splayed across the pillow, but her eyes were fixed intently on what she was doing with her hand. Her thumb drifted over his head and caressed that sensitive spot just underneath and he moaned in encouragement.
She looked up at him, the corners of her mouth turning up in a satisfied grin as she grazed the spot again. “Right there?”
He answered with an affirmative moan and she stroked him rhythmically, letting her fingers brush over the spot each time. It was clear he wasn’t going to last long, but he didn’t care. His hips were moving with her hand and he watched through narrowed eyes as her breasts shook with each thrust, their rosy peaks barely brushing against the olive skin of his own chest. The sight brought him right to the edge.
“Squeeze me tight when I come,” he gasped. His forehead dropped to her shoulder and he clutched the back of her shoulders as he felt it build inside him. To his surprise she wrapped her legs around him again and the feeling of his balls resting against her hot wetness and the head of his dick pressed tight against the smooth skin of her belly shot him over the edge while her hand tightened like a clamp around the base. He muffled his shout in her neck and felt the hot liquid spread between them as he started to relax. After a few minutes he felt Cassie breathe deep under him.
“Well you worked hard and put in a lot of effort, but given the end result I’m going to have to call it a draw.” Gabe lifted his head and cocked his eyebrow at her, but she just started giggling. “I think I like this game.”
Her amusement was contagious and he couldn’t help laughing with her. “Who said you get to be the ref?” He tickled her sides, but when she started squirming he quickly realized that if they kept it up they were going to make a serious mess. With a groan he pushed himself up and gingerly climbed off the bed. After a quick glance around he grabbed his t-shirt and wiped off her stomach, then his, before balling it up tightly and setting it next to the bed. He lay back down next to her, propping his head up on his hand and grinning down at her.
“A draw, huh? I don’t know about that.”
“You’re right, I was being generous. I finished first so technically I win.” Her laugh turned into a muffled shriek as he rolled on top of her, pinning her soft body against the bed.
“How many times did I make you come?”
“What?” Her eyes started to unfocus as he pressed his hips against hers. He kissed his way slowly up her neck, letting his breath play over the tiny hairs and sensitive skin. The way she shivered under him was enough to make him half hard again.
“How many times,” he whispered, then paused to trail his tongue around the edge of her ear. “Did I make you come?
“I…I don’t know.” Her voice sounded all breathy again and he smiled as he sucked lightly on her lobe.
“I think five, maybe six if you count the one in the kitchen.” He moved along her jaw, nipping at her chin and hovering over her lips before taking her bottom lip carefully between his teeth and pulling it until it popped free. This repeat of her earlier move broke through her arousal and she opened her eyes to give him an amused look. “Either way, you have some catching up to do before we’re tied.”
She rolled her eyes and pushed him off with a laugh. Her eyes were glittering bright and there was a sexy little smile on her face that he’d never seen before. “Just like a man, putting quantity before quality.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining about the quality earlier.”
“No.” She propped herself against him and her dark red hair spilled over his chest in silky sheets that his fingers itched to touch. “I’m definitely not complaining. I had no idea…” Her smile faltered and for a moment she looked nervous and shy again. “No one’s ever come close to making me feel the way you just did.”
Caught off guard by the way his heart pounded at her words, he caught a strand of her hair between his fingers and played with it so he didn’t have to meet her eyes. He didn’t speak until he was sure he had his voice under control. “So are you saying you’d be interested in a rematch?”
“I guess I do need the opportunity to catch up.”
He met her eye and grinned. “I have a feeling I’ll always be a step ahead of you on that score. But don’t worry, there’s something you can do to level the playing field.”
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, but she smiled in anticipation. “What’s that?”
“Tell me why you were calling me The Dick.”
“Oh.” Her smile faded and he watched the color creep into her cheeks. “Jumping right into that uncomfortable conversation, are we?”
“I want to know.”
“It was so long ago. We were like thirteen when we came up with it and it was more of a code word than a description. You know, so we could talk about you without anyone knowing who we were talking about. I don’t really think you’re a dick.”
“Stop dodging the question. What did I do to you?”
She heaved a sigh and rolled away, her eyes fixing on a spot across the room. “It was a lot of things…and nothing, really. I’m sure you knew I had a huge crush on you, I wasn’t very subtle about it.” Her face turned bright red and she glanced over at him, but Gabe didn’t want to interrupt her so he just nodded.
“No matter how hard I tried to get your attention you always blew me off. I’d convinced myself that once I was in high school you’d notice me, but you were even more out of reach there with all those older girls falling all over you. And then one day at lunch…this is so stupid.” She closed her eyes and fell silent for a moment. “We were playing truth or dare and Jill dared me to go talk to you. Aaron wasn’t there; you were sitting with a bunch of senior girls. I was really nervous, but I didn’t want to back out of a dare so I walked over and sat down at your table and said hi.”
Gabe thought he had a vague memory of something like that and it gave him a sinking feeling, but couldn’t remember what exactly had happened. “What did I do?”
“You told me the grownups were talking, and suggested I run along and play with my Barbies. Looking back it wasn’t really that bad, but at the time it was absolutely mortifying. All those girls sitting with you laughed at me and most of my own friends did, too. I was really upset, probably because it was obvious at that point you didn’t like me, and somehow it just turned into this…thing. Jill and Avery tried to talk me out of being sad and we all got ourselves worked up into being mad at you instead. Calling you a dick was the worst insult our pubescent brains could think of.”
“Don’t, please. Saying it out loud just makes it more obvious how stupid it was.”
“No, it’s not stupid and I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. I was embarrassed too. I knew you liked me and I didn’t know how to deal with it and I’m sure I probably said all kinds of insensitive crap to you.”
“You didn’t really, that was the only time you were actually mean to me. You mostly just ignored me like I wasn’t worth your attention. So I ignored you back and if I did have to talk to you I tried to be rude.”
Guilt washed over him at the way his seventeen year old self treated her and he reached for her, pulling her close in a belated attempt to comfort her. “I thought you were teasing me all this time.”
Cass buried her face in his neck and her hand slid up his side as she relaxed against him. “I know. Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to try and be mean to someone and have them laugh? God, you pissed me off so many times.”
There was a hint of humor in her voice and he smiled into the top of her head. “Yeah well, obviously you aren’t very good at being mean.”
She chuckled and pushed him away, but he just rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. They lay there for a little while, listening to Al Green croon softly. Gabe thought she had fallen asleep until she spoke.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Don’t take it the wrong way, I’m not asking for the reason you might think.” She rested her chin on her folded arms on his chest and looked up at him with a little smile on her face.
“Okay…” he said hesitantly.
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
He looked down at her, meeting her eyes with complete seriousness. “If I had a girlfriend I wouldn’t be here right now.”
“But you heard me talking about my boyfriend.”
“Yeah, I did.”
“So what’s with the double standard? It’s okay for me to cheat, but not you?”
“No, I don’t…” He looked away and sighed. “I’m not sure how to explain in a way that won’t offend you.”
Her eyes narrowed at him. “Give it a shot.” The distinct note of warning in her voice told him it would be a good idea to choose his words carefully.
“Okay. It was just that the way you were talking about your boyfriend sounded a lot like the way Aaron talks about his girlfriends.”
“You’re gonna have to elaborate.”
“Well, your brother pretty much always has a girlfriend. I’m sure you’ve noticed that. No sooner does he break up with one than there’s another stepping up.”
“Yeah. He’s a popular guy, I guess.”
“I think it’s more than that. Aaron tends to immediately jump right into a relationship any time he meets someone he kind of likes. There’s no middle ground. It’s like there’s this girlfriend slot in his life and if the slot is empty he fills it.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing really, I’m not saying he’s doing anything wrong. A lot of people are like that. I just think that sometimes when a person has that kind of outlook on relationships it can get to the point where it doesn’t really matter all that much who’s filling the slot as long as there’s someone there. I mean, they have to be moderately attracted to each other and get along to a degree, but love hardly factors into the equation at all. It’s like they care more about the relationship than the person they’re in the relationship with. And then things like fidelity become more a matter of a rule they follow, or pretend to follow depending on the person, just for the sake of fitting the role.”