CHAPTER TEN
First, she kissed him on the mouth.
It was a long, lingering kiss, one that involved some tongue. His hand went up to cup her breast as they kissed.
Abruptly, she pulled back, grinning fiercely. “Bad boy!” she whispered.
“You have no fucking idea how bad he is,” Ellen murmured sleepily.
He glanced over. She was having the backs of her thighs massaged now and resting her head on her arms, grinning sedately at him.
“I heard a lot from Krystal,” Claire replied. “Something about a fifty year old cougar you’re fucking around with.”
“That’s true,” he replied.
“I have no idea how you keep up with us all,” Ellen said, then yawned.
“Honestly, I don’t either.”
“I guess that’s why you need such a...thorough massage,” Claire said, and then she leaned down and took his cock in her mouth.
He groaned as she began bobbing her head, slipping her soft, wet lips over his head and down again.
It became clear quickly that she was knew what she was doing.
Fuck. He was actually going to have to try, and try really damned hard, not to come.
He probably should have asked if there was some special reason she didn’t want him to come in her.
Well, there was time now…
But he was extremely distracted.
Abruptly, she stopped and looked up at him. “Are you cool to fuck now? I’ve kinda fantasized about this for years but now that I’m actually doing it, I’m mostly just nervous of being caught.”
“I’m cool to fuck now,” Gabe replied.
“Perfect. Ellen did say you were easy to get along with,” she murmured as she climbed up onto the table with him.
Seeing her move...she had such a fantastic body, and a very clear control of it, too. He wondered if she’d done dancing or maybe gymnastics when she was younger. She crawled up onto him, put a hand on his chest to balance herself, and then cried out as she slipped from the oil.
“Whoops!” Gabe said, catching her and keeping her upright.
She stared down at him, looking surprised, then laughed. “Oh wow, that was a little close. Thank you. You’ve got really good reflexes,” she replied as she finished getting into position, now straddling his midsection.
“He really does. He punched my cheating ex in the face,” Ellen replied. Gabe sighed. “Am I lying?”
“No, just...I guess I don’t like misleading people, especially about myself.”
“Everything I said was true.”
“Yeah, but that kind of framing makes it sound like I walked up to him and punched him out like it was no big deal, and-oh shit…” he groaned as Claire suddenly took him into herself.
“Sorry, I got impatient,” she murmured, breathing heavily as she kept pushing herself down his length, going until he was all the way inside of her.
“That...is a tight fit,” he managed.
She chuckled, a pleased grin on her face. “Yeah, it is. You’re a big boy. Now...hold still and let me give you your happy ending.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, putting his hands behind his head.
Claire got herself into position, balancing in a squatting position, which had to be either uncomfortable or taxing, and then she began raise and lower herself.
“Oh my God, can I please at least get a photo of this? Or record it? This is insane,” Ellen whispered.
“Yeah, okay,” Claire replied, panting.
“Shit, um, my phone,” she said, looking around.
“Here,” Vanessa said, passing Ellen her purse.
She hastily fished her phone out and started recording. Claire looked at once both nervous and pleased. Mostly pleased, though, and more so as they kept fucking. Gabe laid beneath her and simply let himself drift in the sea of ecstasy that was this current situation.
A hot, nerdy tomboy was raw-fucking him into a happy ending while Ellen and another woman he’d never met before watched. It felt as impossible as it sounded, and that included the pleasure. She was fucking clenched around his erection.
And goddamn was she wet.
“Oh my God, this feels fucking so good…” Claire moaned softly as she kept bouncing on his cock.
“It really does,” he managed, panting along with her by now.
“Just remember,” she said, growing a little more serious, “don’t come inside me.”
“I won’t.”
“Thank you. Sorry, I just fucking hate it. I’ve got some kind of touch sensitivity thing-whatever. I’d totally let you do it if I wasn’t so grossed out by it.”
“I’m very happy with the current situation,” he replied.
“He’s got good control, and he won’t do it on ‘accident’,” Ellen offered.
“That’s good. I appreciate it...okay, I’m going to turn around now.”
“Wait...can I be on top?” he asked.
She considered it for a moment, a small smile growing. “Yes, but I’m more likely to be noisy if I don’t have control...you’ll have to put your hand over my mouth.”
“I think I can manage that.”
“This is going to be so fucking hot,” Ellen whispered.
It took some careful maneuvering, (mostly on Gabe’s part), but a moment later, Claire ended up on her back with her trim legs spread and he was atop her. Looking down at her slim, fit body, he suddenly wondered what Stacy was up to.
Then he was back inside of Claire, laying down atop her and clapping a hand over her mouth as he slid into her.
Her eyes widened, and then she let out a muffled shriek as he started fucking her.
She wrapped both her legs around him as he began stroking into her.
Gabe felt like he was being melted alive by pure pleasure, he could feel her gripping him tightly each time he pulled back and then pushed his way inside again.
Claire was a fantastic fuck.
And he intended to do his diligence. It was a little awkward to manage, but, holding himself up with his elbow as he maintained his hold over her mouth, he reached down between them, found her clit, and began rubbing it.
Her eyes went wider and she let out another muffled scream of pure bliss.
It didn’t take her long to start orgasming.
She bucked and thrashed beneath him, and it was actually somewhat difficult to keep her held down, and to keep from falling off the table.
But he managed it, though he had to stop fucking her because he was dangerously close to letting off.
Part of him wanted to more than damn near anything in the world right then.
But he didn’t. Gabe held onto it until she’d finished coming, and then he let go of her mouth. She was panting heavily, her eyes slightly unfocused.
“Holy fucking shit, I needed that…” she whispered.
“Glad I could provide it,” he replied, then leaned down and kissed her once on the mouth.
He began to pull back but she grabbed him suddenly and kissed him more deeply, slipping her tongue into his mouth. They made out for about thirty seconds before she let go of him. Gabe propped himself up, staring down at her lean, petite body, enjoying the sight of her.
“Hey,” Ellen said lightly.
He looked over. She was laying on her back now, completely naked, her legs open.
She was smiling a monstrously seductive smile at him.
Without saying anything, Gabe gave Claire one more quick kiss, then got off the table and hurried over to climb up onto the other.
Settling in between Ellen’s immense thighs, he slipped into her.
Gabe lasted about twenty seconds before he started letting off in her.
“That’s my good boy,” she whispered, both her long, long legs wrapped around him now, both hands on his back, like she was afraid he’d try to get away. “Fill me up,” she whispered right into his ear.
Gabe groaned, his whole body convulsing in utter rapture as he finished shooting his load into her. And then it was over and he was draped across her, panting heavily.
“You made quite a mess,” Ellen murmured, the first to break the silence.
He chuckled weakly. “Goddamn right I did.”
After a moment, he kissed her, then pulled slowly out of her and got back up.
“Um...now what?” he asked.
Claire was lying on her side now, smiling sedately and serenely up at him. “Well,” she said, “you’ve still got half an hour. We could finish that massage.”
“I’m going to make an executive decision and say that yes, you should finish getting that massage, babe,” Ellen said as she gratefully accepted some tissue from Vanessa and began cleaning herself up.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. Because you’ve earned it, and are going to earn it over the next week.” She looked at Claire. “He’s got nine Valentine’s Day dates line up. In a row. And not exactly easy ones, either. Plus, he got us gifts.”
“How do you know that?” he asked.
“Because there’s no way in hell that you got me a gift but no one else.”
“Oh. Yeah, that tracks. Guess the cat’s out of the bag there.”
“We figured you would.”
“Do you really have nine girlfriends?” Claire asked.
“Five. Three wives and two fiancees. And five...friends with benefits. Two of which are a couple and I’m taking them both out on the same day.”
“I have no idea how you could possibly manage all that,” Vanessa murmured as she went back to massaging Ellen, once she’d gotten settled again.
“Honestly, I don’t either,” Gabe said.
“Well, lay down, lover boy. Because that orgasm was fantastic. You’ve earned it.”
“Thank you. Also, thank you for fucking me. That felt incredible.”
She giggled, gave him another kiss, then went back to massaging him.
…
“Ah, oh my fucking God, Gabe…” Ellen murmured dreamily.
“Yes, dear?” he replied, chuckling a little as he paused to study her on the bed.
As the day had faded into night, things had continued going well.
Fucking Claire had been deeply gratifying.
So had the massage. Honestly, now that he’d actually had a professional massage, he was strongly considering getting them more often.
It had definitely relaxed him noticeably.
He had wanted to attribute that to the sex, but this was clearly different.
From there, they’d gone to a bar and grill that she’d told him last month was an old favorite of hers. She had wanted to revisit it but wasn’t even sure if it still existed. As it turned out, it did still exist, but they had moved several years ago to a new location.
She’d been happy more or less the whole day, but once he’d brought her there, she had bordered on giddy. And she’d remained that way through dinner, on the way home, and through the frantic sex they’d had upon getting there.
He had actually begun to worry just a little, but that was apparently just hardcoded into his DNA.
“I’m so happy,” she replied.
She was laid out on the bed, completely naked, limbs splayed out in an X, grinning up at the ceiling. She raised her head suddenly and looked at him.
“I love you so much. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone...and you don’t have to say that back to me, because I know the position that puts you in. Ah...I feel drunk,” she murmured. “In the best way.”
“You can be actually drunk in a moment, should you so desire,” he replied, heading across the room and retrieving his phone from his discarded pants.
“Oh shit, you’ve got booze?” she asked.
“Yep.” He texted Liz that now was the time to retrieve the ‘thing he wanted tucked away for a little bit’.
He had considered hiding the presents over at Sadie’s house, because every place he thought of in their house to hide something always ended with him dreaming up some esoteric scenario where they ended up discovering it.
So, in the end, he’d just given up that thought and asked Liz to hide it where no one would find it.
“What’d you get?” she asked.
“Your present,” he replied, walking over to the door and waiting.
“My present is booze?”
“Yes, but not just any booze.”
“What are you waiting for?”
“Liz is bringing it.”
“Oh.” She sat up. “I’m so curious now.”
A moment later, the door opened up and Liz appeared, passing him the box. “You two sound like you’re having a lot of fun.”
“Liz, oh my God! Gabe is so good at this!” Ellen moaned.
“Holly said something similar. I’m very much looking forward to tomorrow, handsome,” Liz murmured, smirking at him.
“I am...looking forward to it,” he replied. She raised an eyebrow. “It’s just that it’s going to be...very busy. Very...demanding. Of me. I’m wondering if maybe I should’ve saved it for last. But that’s not how the process works...I’m looking forward to it, to be clear.”
“Good.” She lingered for a moment, smiling at him, then gave him a quick kiss and left them.
“Gimme,” Ellen said as he headed over to her. “Ooh, it looks fancy.”
“Very,” he agreed. “Well, I mean, I guess for me it is.”
He passed her the box. It was tall, black, rectangular, and unlabeled. Ellen took it and opened up the top. She reached in and came out with a bottle of wine.
“Okay, wine...holy shit, Gabe! How the fuck did you find this!?” she cried, sitting up and staring at it.
“A lot of research,” he replied, sitting down beside her.
“This is fucking Pink Paradise! I haven’t been able to find this for a fucking decade! God, I gave up looking years ago.”
“They stopped making it and the company went out of business. Then I guess the formula got bought up by someone else, and it took them a while, but they finally started making it again like last year.”
“How much was it?”
“Three hundred dollars.”
“Shit, babe. That’s just...this is amazing. This is an amazing present.” She gave him a long, long kiss. “You realize that if I drink this, I’m gonna get really horny?”
“You don’t say? Truly, how will we handle this crisis?”
“Get me a fucking corkscrew.”