Chapter 23: Didn’t think you would

POV: Zac

June 15, 2008

Normally on off days what wakes me up is the smell of bacon, this morning however it was not bacon or any type of food. What woke me up was Gabriella’s hand, specifically the right one being wrapped completely around my cock and those very long, slow strokes. Combine that with her warm lips against my neck, I felt the slight smile against my neck when the low moan escaped. I turned to find her lips in the dark, which wasn’t hard. Yet she seemed quite aggressive this morning. Her hand remained slow, making long slow strokes down and back up, occasionally moving to massage the sac lightly. It gave me time to wake up just a little better before she moved to straddle me.

She hadn’t bothered to really use condoms since she was cleared, this morning was no different as she hadn’t moved to the drawer before she was moving down and I was being engulfed by warm wetness, shit I hadn’t even had to do anything and she was super wet and she didn’t even move slowly, kind of shocked me into being fully awake. She rocked slightly for a few minutes before she started moving, all her moves were quite aggressive to me, the way she was pulling up almost and practically slamming herself down, was different.

Granted, the moans coming from her lips were unlike anything I’d heard from her or anyone. I laid my hands on her thighs and she pushed them away, putting them away from her. That was odd, she usually liked when my hands were somewhere. She leaned forward rocking harder and that actually kind of hurt, so I got her waist.

“Hey, little less that kind of hurts.”

She moved my hands again and this time they were held down for a few minutes, maybe I was dreaming everything here. She was not quiet but she usually said something during sex. She sat back up and again it was hurting how hard she was coming down on me and I was certain it was her too. I got her hips a little tighter, not letting go or letting her move my hands. Which slowed her some, but not much!

“Gabriella, slow down.” I said.

“Make me.”

I blinked, holy shit had she just said that?! I really didn’t understand this but I tightened my grip some, but it really wasn’t stopping her much. It was a distant memory of something she told me months ago. I let my left hand slid around her hip, trying to stop her but that wasn’t working either.

“Gabby.”

Her response was a rather hard bite to my neck and the reaction was near instant, my left hand moved and came down not too hard on her right cheek and I expected her to stop but instead there was a moan that slipped out and she slowed down some. Was that all she wanted? When she started to get too fast I just repeated it, but after two pops I flipped her over. It allowed me to slow down quite a bit and marvel at how wet she was, how she seemed to want more. I was fine with a few bites marks of my own, but I didn’t want to do anything else without talking first. It may have been the best wake up sex ever, given I was too tired to really think afterwards. I know she curled up beside me and before long I was out.

When I woke up there was no one in the room so I got up and went to the bathroom, kind of shocked me at the number of scratch marks on my chest, stomach, and back. I showered anyway and threw on house clothes. I found Gabby sitting in the chair with her tablet, apparently it was Taylor that snapped her out of drawing broken cribs as the last four had been that but the image she was drawing was the same broken cribs and cracked toys. She didn’t even seem to be aware of what she was drawing.

“Morning.”

She paused and looked up. “Morning.”

When she looked down she sighed. “Didn’t know what you were doing?”

“Not really, not even what I was thinking about. I was rather hoping these were over. I fixed instant oatmeal, kitchens all yours.”

I kissed her cheek and fixed cereal with juice, least the juice was healthy. She was adding whatever finishing touches there was and I ate and then washed the bowl. I then went and sat down in the living room. The morning was fresh on my mind.

“You were in a strange mood this morning.”

“You define horny as a strange mood? You are always horny.”

“It wasn’t that, it was the make me comment, the bite.”

She glanced up from the tablet. “You seemed to catch on to those fine.”

“I never thought you would want that though, not after Simon.”

“Well, I mostly certainly don’t want those kinds of spankings, but you did what I wanted. You didn’t even leave a mark.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me that’s what you wanted? I wasn’t even sure.”

“I guess if I had slapped you then it wouldn’t have been good huh?”

“Uh no. That would not have been good.”

“I figured that wasn’t something you were into. But, why did you think I bought a paddle? Simon over stepped it but really you wouldn’t be the first person I asked.”

“Did you ask Sierra?”

Just the look she gave me said she had, but she wasn’t going to talk about her. She pretty much stopped talking to her completely, even though she still asked me how she was.

“You knew Newton did, you know several have. Just, Simon was worse.”

“I didn’t know that was something you wanted.”

“Hasn’t been really, but I trust you. I know that you won’t be like Simon. Although, I think it was Newton that caught on that sometimes I do things that annoy him for that very reason.”

“Is there anything you do that annoys me?”

She smiled. “Believe me, I can find something.”

Perfect, she’d be on a quest to find the one thing that annoys me now. But, seriously I didn’t think there was anything that she did that truly annoyed me. Then again, I guess there were things she could do that I wasn’t quite aware of yet.

She closed the tablet. “You are okay with it right? I know you like vanilla stuff.”

I raised an eyebrow at her. “Vanilla stuff? I recall several things that I wouldn’t dare deem vanilla.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t suggest them I did. If I hadn’t bought the handcuffs would you have ever even considered using them?”

“Maybe.”

She tilted her head and crossed her arms. “Really now? You would have purchased those on your own?”

“I wouldn’t have gone to the store, online maybe.”

“Come on Zac, you are vanilla and you know you are. My god Stella and Nicole know you are.”

“How do you know that?”

“You think we don’t talk about sex when we’re alone? Apparently they know from tweets from your previous one night stands. Didn’t do anything weird or kinky with them, evidently not Priscilla since Nicole knows her and I’m guessing with Crystal it was the same way. Clearly no one ever bothered to go for your prostate which you love. You were shocked when you opened your gift!”

“I wasn’t expecting a bondage kit for Christmas! Those weren’t legitimate partners, just one timers.”

“Just admit it, you are vanilla.”

“I am not.”

She got up and walked over to me, moved into my lap almost like a cat. But, seriously she couldn’t want another round right now though.

“Yes, you are.”

“I wouldn’t say being tied up or tying you up is being vanilla.”

She kissed me, not really aggressive kind of sweet actually. “You are, but that’s okay.”

“Fine! I’ll admit I’m vanilla but really? It’s not like I had anyone that I trusted to tie me down or do anything like that. After Priscilla it was just sex for release and that was it.”

Her lips trailed across my jawline and I yelped a bit when her teeth sank into my neck.

“I know and that’s why it’s okay. It means I can totally teach you everything.”

“Let me guess…you like role playing too? Teacher and student?”

She giggled against my neck. “Not really, I never got into that. Unless I’m being photographed.”

I pulled her closer to me. “I just didn’t understand and I don’t want to do something that upsets you or actually hurts you.”

“Guess it’s good I didn’t ask to be choked huh?”

“Choked?” I asked.

“Yes, Zac.”

I moved her back so I could tell if she was fucking serious about that, based on the serious expression she was. She had never said she wanted to be choked or that she had before!

“I thought breathing was good during sex.”

“I guess it’s a good thing that I mentioned that first…”

She then explained that it wasn’t cutting off the air supply completely, but more just enough pressure to enhance the feeling and maybe have it a bit difficult, but not impossible, to breathe. The feeling of her hand around my neck to demonstrate was something that really sent a chill through me, it was exciting but not scary. Yet, when she moved my hand there the look on her face was elation. But, neither of us got undressed. After lunch she asked about the laptop and the disk, so we set it up on the counter and sat down with it.

“Any idea at all what could be on this disk?”

“None.” She said.

“Well, let’s see if we can figure out what was so important you had to be hurt to obtain it back.”

I put the disk in and for several minutes nothing came up, but then when it did it was just lists of random letters and numbers, it made no real sense to either of us.

“Can you print these out?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“The black bag this was in came from Simon. He packed my clothes in it when he kicked me out. It was the only bag he would give me. It’s also the bag I used on tour. Simon and Ash liked to have codes for sending messages, because they were drug users and paranoid. I am guessing if this is something that they did, it’s a code for something.”

“Are you thinking that Simon was behind them coming to the house?”

“I’m not sure really, Simon has been a hands on person. I can’t see him hiring someone to come get this. If he knew it was in the bag, he could have showed up and gotten it. He wouldn’t have hired someone. But, we interacted with so many bad people that anyone could have put it there.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask if Simon wanted anything more…”

“More? Can you be more specific?”

“You were with Newton and two others, was that something Simon also asked for?”

She got rather quiet on me for a bit. “Damien.”

“Damien?” I asked.

“Damien asked Simon for a night with me, asked in front of me actually. Simon initially told him no, I was his girlfriend after all. Damien let it go for a while but a few months before he actually kicked me out, he asked again. Simon wouldn’t agree to a just handing me over but he was open for other stuff. I wasn’t asked, I was told what I’d do.”

“He basically made you participate?”

“Pretty much. For the record, that wasn’t something I enjoyed at all. No part of it. I wouldn’t be asking for those as I’m going to say no.”

I kissed her cheek. “No worries on that, but I’d also never force you into anything.”

“Did you ever want a three-some?”

“Andrew told me once they were quite fun, but his was two boys one girl. He hasn’t been part of one where he’s the only guy. Personally? I don’t know about being anywhere near a second naked guy.”

She giggled. “Afraid he may show you up?”

“Not possible, just not something I feel like I’d want to try. Maybe years from now, but not now.”

“And another girl?”

“That would be up to you really, wouldn’t mind it personally but I also don’t want to do anything that would upset either of us. I think right now three-somes might do that.”

“Good answer.”

“Years from now we can revisit the idea but I think right now what is best is just the two of us.”

“I agree. So, I can try to figure out what this says and all, maybe it’s just a bullshit disk they think is important.”

I had to e-mail the stuff to myself to print but it worked and she had several sheets to work on. She played for a bit and while she was occupied with fighting aliens, which she was getting much better at I did some research on my phone with no volume. No porn video ever come close now so no fear of needing to explain anything but it gave me some ideas on what she wanted or what I hoped I understood what she wanted. I fixed our dinner about 6 and then afterwards let her clean up. She was just getting done with the last plate when I walked in, put up the tea and then walked up behind her.

“Almost done?”

“Yeah, just a plate left.”

I stood here behind her as she finished the last plate and put it in the drainer then let the water out and rinsed the sink down. Thankfully her hair was up so it let me go right for her neck and I placed my hands on the counter on either side, not letting her move left or right. Her head tilted to the right some giving me much better access and I moved up to her ear with slight little bites. She went to turn but I stopped her.

“You are where I want you.”

I then bit into the spot just below her neck gently and she sighed, but tried to turn again. I laid my hands on her hips keeping her right there, kept on with her neck. After several moments I moved my hand up under her shirt, sliding it up her abdomen. I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra, so my fingers found the nipple on the right quickly. Slightly rolling it and again she tried to turn but I stopped her again.

I responded by maybe pinching too hard because she gasped, but her ass pressed into me and I smiled some. I slid my hand over to the left side, causing me to move a bit as well. When she tried to turn again I stopped her and let my left hand fall against her ass.

“When I want you to turn around, I’ll turn you around.”

I gave that same side a nice squeeze before I moved it around to hold her still, letting the other hand continue working on the nipples. They were hardening in my fingers as I kept on and I was finding this to be arousing. I moved back to her neck, moving around the side and leaving little marks there. She remained there for quite a while before I pulled the shirt above her head and laid it on the counter. I let both hands focus on those nipples, loving the way she moaned as her head fell back, but she reached for the shorts and I stopped her, laying her hands on the counter.

“Don’t move them.”

“If I do?”

I bit into her neck. “Don’t move them.”

Her hips came back against me. “You won’t walk away. You don’t want to take care of that problem without me.”

“Trust me, you don’t want to move them.”

I saw her tongue glide across her lower lips, could read it in her face she no more wanted me to stop than I did. I ran my fingers up her arms and then down her sides and around, undoing the shorts myself. I had to move them down and I brought the black lace panties with them, letting her step out of them.

I admired her ass for a moment, no signs that I’d ever done anything. I let my hands trail up and she moved back as I got closer but I just moved them on the outside of her thighs. It wasn’t the first time I’d been able to simple admire her without pesky clothes. I placed kisses all across her shoulders and when her hand came off the counter I dropped my hand harder against her ass. The sound was sharper and I briefly wondered if that was to hard but her hand went back to the counter, she didn’t say anything but I could tell her breathing had changed slightly.

I let that hand moved between her legs, a full palm rub and found she was pretty wet. I did that a few times before slipping a finger between, circling the clit and when her hand came off the counter I used the free hand a little lighter.

“Fuck…”

“Too much?”

She giggled and I blinked. “I’ve been hit harder by a girl, so not too much.”

I let that finger put a little more direct pressure on the clit, knew it worked when she leaned forward. I leaned down and kissed her shoulder and nipped a bit, ignored that comment. She left them there for a while, it wasn’t until I was up to two fingers that her hand moved off the counter, but she’d gone for the clit and not a breast, I let that pop be harder, the sound much sharper and her skin turned a slight pink. I expected a yelp, got a very deep moan.

I stopped and rose up, this wasn’t working so I slid my hand up her back, grabbing a fist full of hair and pulled her up probably too gently. I then lead her to the living room, putting her hands on the back of the sofa.

“Don’t move them.” I growled.

I felt the shiver run down her back but when she looked at me her eyes were clouded with lust and defiance. I let my left hand run down her back and back to two fingers, she’d been this wet before but it was different, almost some deep need. I figured that out when she moved both hands. I went for the other side this time, leaving it a slight pink color too, but her hands didn’t go back. Instead she moved and then turned to me, she was aggressive with the kiss and at the same time her hands were undoing my pants. She dropped to her knees and took my pants and underwear with her, nearly causing me to fall.

Her hands were around the base and making rather quick strokes moments before I felt the back of her throat, which was nearly too much for me. I had to slow her down, she did slow but it was still much more intense than before, her hands were tighter around me and twice I felt her teeth drag along the length.

“Mother fuck.”

I finally pulled her up and bent her over the back of the couch, she yelped when I pushed in but it was a good sound. The sound of my thighs hitting the back of her legs was vibrating in the room and I could feel the slight warmth of her ass against me too, her hands were grabbing the side of the couch and she was pushing back against me almost as hard as I was moving forward.

“Fuck, harder.”

I increased my speed, listening to the sound resonate in the room. Impulse caused me to bring my left hand down on the right side and she yelped and then moaned, fuck that was hot.

“You like that?”

“Yes!”

I repeated the same action on the other side and I think I could almost feel her get wetter, it was so different but her hands clenched the pillows on the back and the moans were loud. Knowing she liked it, I made sure to let my hands fall against her ass a few times before I pulled her head up some by her hair.

“Son of a…”

Her words were drowned out by the yelp, I moved one hand to twist a nipple causing another few curse words but when my hand moved to her neck I couldn’t even describe that noise, some mixture of a moan and a curse word, but neither were clear. It wasn’t long before I could feel her inner walls tightening around me and the sort of strangled scream since my hand was still there. It wasn’t long before I could feel the tingling sensation myself and I let her hair and neck go and moved my hands to her waist before I came as well.

I didn’t want to move at all and neither of us did for several minutes. I was pretty certain the floor wasn’t my brain’s initial idea but it worked as she came with me. I laid there staring up at the ceiling, feeling her beside me for I don’t know long before I felt soft kisses to my shoulder and turned my head.

“You looked a little stunned?”

“I am a little.” I said.

“Think you can get up and maybe shower?”

“I think I just want to lay here a little longer.”

She laid her head down on my shoulder. “The bed would be more comfortable.”

“Can you even get up?”

She smiled and kissed my shoulder. “Yes. You’ll have to be a lot rougher to get me to a point where I can’t even get up. But your learning.”

Rougher?! I wasn’t even sure if I was capable of that. She got up and I watched her walk to the hallway, the red marks on her ass still pretty bright in color. I pulled myself up and made my way to the bathroom where she was already in the warm water. How the fuck she could even move was beyond me, but I had to admit the shower did help. She curled up beside me after we laid down and I swore I heard this little soft noise and I kissed her forehead.

Sierra wasn’t the only person in this world that could get her to purr. Clearly it took really rough sex for those purrs, is that Sierra’s secret? She was much rougher with her then?

Shortly after that she was quiet and she was asleep long before me.