by Lesley Jones
“I know baby, I know but let’s just go slowly, I want to make this last, I told you, I want to hear you cry and scream for me, I want you to beg me Lauren. I wanna hear you beg me for more, I wanna hear you scream, and I wanna hear you cry out my name when you come”
He sucks and kisses down my belly, undoing my zipper on my skirt on the way, he sits up and slides it down my legs and off. He leans back and pushes my legs apart at my knees and plants little kisses all the way up the inside of my thigh.
I’m lying back on the bed wearing nothing but stockings, boots and a bra, my legs are spread and he is on his knees between them, looking up at me. Just one touch, one stroke, one flick of his tongue, will send me over the edge. I involuntarily flex my hips towards him, desperate for some friction, some contact, I need to come, desperately....
“God Lauren, you look so fucking beautiful and so wet for me”
He's still looking right at me as he starts to circle my clit with his thumb, I push back against him and moan loudly.
“Is that good?” He asks...
I gasp in a breath and nod, my mouth still open.
He pushes two fingers deep inside of me and I push even harder against him, moving my hips in time with his fingers. With his other hand he unbuckles his belt, undoes his jeans, and frees his erection. He starts to stroke himself, up and down, up and down, moving both his hands in unison, pushing his fingers into me whilst stroking himself and I can’t stop staring as he does this....Oh my god this feels amazing but watching him, do that to himself is just beyond erotic and I think I'm going to come before he even gets his cock inside me. He wipes his thumb over his tip then moves it up to my face, “Taste me” he orders “Taste what you do to me”
My whole body is on fire and there's every possibility that I will come, loudly, if he says one more thing. He pulls his fingers out of me and adjusts his position until his cock is right at my opening. Our fingers are interlocked at the side of my head; he's still looking right into my eyes, as he slides into me, hard and deep. He moans out my name as I flex my hips up to meet his thrusts
“Ahhhh” is all that I can manage as he pulls out almost completely before driving into me again….
“FUCK me Lauren, fuck me back until you come”…......
Suddenly there are other voices and I hear my name spoken.... I slowly start to wake up, I'm panting hard, I feel like my face is on fire and my heart is racing. Noooooo, I was dreaming, oh my god, I am actually wet and throbbing between my legs, instinctively, I cross and squeeze them together but the moment has gone! I have no idea where I am and as I move to get a better look at the room, I feel pain shoot through just about every part of my body, especially my head. I sit up slowly and look around as events from the past twenty four hours come back to me. I'm in Jo’s guest bedroom. I sit quietly and try to gather my thoughts. My husband of twenty five years has beaten me, for want of a better word, to the point where I have required hospital treatment, it would also seem, he has been unfaithful to me, although my recollection of last nights or this morning’s conversation are somewhat hazy right now, I have run away and left him, my home and all of my worldly possessions behind. I don't have a lot of money, I have no car and nowhere to live and to top it all, I have just woken from possibly the most erotic dream I have ever had, about a man, at least ten years younger than me, that I met in a bar, just last night. Fuck I need sex and I need... No... Want sex with Gabriel Wilde
I cannot believe despite all of the shit I have going on I am feeling so horny, so desperate for him, that all I want is to go back to sleep and finish my dream. Damn those people talking in Jo’s kitchen, I wanted an orgasm! I wanted Gabriel to make me come!!!
I take some more pain killers and try and get back to sleep and back to my dream....
All thoughts of sex suddenly leave my mind as I hear a man’s voice; I know I can hear Jo and Jemma but I can also hear a man talking. Has Jason come here looking for me? I pick up my phone, this is ridiculous, 123 missed calls and 37 voice mails, four of them are from my boys. I quickly send a text off to both of them, letting them know I am safe and will be in touch in a few days and for them not to worry. I ignore the rest as they are all from Jay. All the while I am trying to listen to the male voice coming from Jo's kitchen. I text Jemma and check it’s not Jay out there....She texts straight back
‘No don't panic’
I slowly get out of bed and go into the bathroom. My lip is fat, swollen, and split, my cheek is starting to turn a lovely shade of purple and under my eye is a matching colour, oh well, at least my bruises coordinate.... My hair is a curly mess but there's no brush or hair band to hand so there's nothing I can do about that except run my fingers through it. My shoulder is a bit tender but feels great considering the pain it caused me last night. My finger combing doesn't change a thing about my hair, it's still a mess. I shrug as I splash water on my face. Luckily there is a new tooth brush and tooth paste on the side of the sink. I struggle for five minutes, trying to undo the packaging, the pain killers are so strong, I'm feeling all fingers and thumbs and light headed... but am in desperate need of a clean mouth so persevere.
Jo gave me a pair of sweat pants and a vest to wear earlier but I'm feeling cold now and I find a hoodie in one of the draws, it must be Sean's as it's huge on me.
I walk back down to the kitchen, take two steps in, and stop dead in my tracks, sitting around the table are Jo, Jemma and Gabriel. They all stare back at me, Gabriel’s chair flies back as he stands
“What the fuck has happened to you, what’s gone on, have you been in an accident?”
He looks from me to Jo to Jemma and back to Jo.
“Sit down Gabe and stop shouting... That's the last thing she needs right now”
Jemma's hand has gone up to cover her mouth and I know what a shocking sight I must be, she starts to cry and I say
“That bad eh?”
She gets up from the table and walks over and gives me a gentle hug, even gentle causes me to wince.
“I'm so sorry Lauren” she says, I start to tell her that it's not her fault, but she continues
“I'm sorry, that as your friend, I didn't know this was going on. I’m sorry that he has done this to you. I will never let Jason or any other man hurt you like this again” I start to cry and she puts her arm around me guiding me over to the large dining table. There's a bottle of wine in a cooler and two half-filled glasses. In front of Gabriel is a whiskey tumbler containing a small amount of what I assume is bourbon in as that is what it says on the bottle next to him.
I help myself to one of the glasses of wine, drinking it all down. I feel pissed off with Jo for letting Gabriel see me like this. I'm not sure if it’s the tablets but my level of anger seems to be excessive and I grip the stem of my wine glass. I sit and look at Jo and motion my head in Gabe’s direction and ask
“Why is he here?” Gabriel shifts in his chair and takes a swig from his glass. I can feel his eyes boring into me and try as I might I can’t help but look back at him. Please, please don't let him be giving me that sympathy look; I just can't believe Jo would invite him here, knowing from earlier that I didn't want him to see me in this state. I pick up the other wine glass and drain the contents. My head is fuzzy and my thoughts all over the place, I’m feeling angry, resentful, and embarrassed. How much information has he been given on the state of my marriage, my life? As if I'm not already feeling mortified at my circumstances, Gabriel's presence just adds to my embarrassment!
“It’s my fault” Jo says
“Jemma waited here with you while you slept and I went and met Gabriel at the place he's got for rent, while I was out Jay turned up looking for you and wanted to know why Jemma was here if I was out, she told him I had just popped out to buy more wine and he left but she wasn't sure if he believed her and that he wouldn't come back ....so she called me to warn me to pick up some wine and get my story straight. I asked Gabriel to come back with me just as back up... I didn't really giv
e him any details other than that it would, possibly be doing you a massive favour. I thought you would sleep for the rest of the night.”
Well, that changes things... Sort of. But I'm still pissed off that he’s seen me looking such a mess…. He hasn't taken his eyes off me and his look is more one of anger than of sympathy... Which rightly or wrongly I think I prefer. Anything but sympathy right now please!
“Will someone pour me another glass of wine?”
I deliberately don't say please ... Just to let them know I'm pissed off. Childish I know but, well....I'm pissed off. I look and feel like shit and the man that just starred in my super-hot wet dream is sitting staring at me from across the table!
Jemma passes me a glass of wine and asks ... “Should you really be drinking with the pain killers and the sleeping pills you've taken?”
“Will you fuck off and mind your own business for once, Jem?” What is wrong with me? I’m actually taking great pleasure in being a bitch....
“There’s no need for that, she's just worried about you” Gabriel pipes up...Oh so they’re all going to gang up on me are they?
I take a large swig on my wine and look at him as my head spins almost out of control, I already feel drunk or drugged I'm not sure which.... my words are slurring and I'm struggling to focus properly ...perhaps Jemma is right, pain killers, sleeping pills, alcohol, empty stomach. Not a good mix but there's no way I'm going to admit that. Staring at him, I drain my glass and continue to pour myself another.
“Lauren” I hear Jo say. I ignore her and take another big gulp of wine looking at Gabriel I ask
“What exactly are you doing here, Mr Suntanned Surfer Dude Type sex God....What was it, did you think offering me somewhere to live wasn't enough to insure you got your leg over, did you think by coming over here to do The Desperate Housewife another favour you would seal the deal?” ….Suntanned Surfer Dude Type Sex God.... Really, where the fuck did that come from??!!
Gabriel pushes up from the table and says “Ladies...I think you’re pretty safe for the rest of the night.... At least from any MEN banging down the door... But any problems call me”
He nods in my direction
“Lauren”
“Oooh what you’re going?” I ask sarcastically. His eyes pierce mine and hold my gaze. I blink repeatedly to try and stay focused. I actually feel ridiculous, my behaviour is that of a child, I really don’t want to be horrible to him or my girls. I feel slightly or even alotly if that was such a word…out of control.
“I'm sorry about what's happened to you Lauren and I hope you feel better soon, the offer of the rental is still there, let me know, if you’re still interested, good night”
“Oh....and eat something and stop drinking, you are going to make yourself very sick and by the looks of things, you have already been through enough and I would hate to see you in any more pain”
How does he do this to me? I convince myself he's one thing and he immediately proves me wrong, leaving me confused and liking him just a little bit more....
I stand up, my head is spinning, my heart is pounding in my throat and my stomach is in knots, without really thinking too much about it first, I blurt out
“Don’t go ... Please...don't go” I hold out my hand to him. “Please... Stay with me?” I almost beg, I almost cry.
I’ve just invited a man I only met last night to stay with me, stay where, in Jo's bed? I am in no fit state for sex... Mentally or physically.... Well maybe I am ... Will he expect it?
He pauses for what seems like minutes, just staring at me with those amazing blue eyes and I know that I've hurt his feelings... and I hate myself for it, Shit, what was that little outburst all about? He steps towards me and places his hands either side of my face and surprises me by kissing me so, so gently on the mouth, despite everything I have whirring round in my head, my response is instant and my hands go straight up into his hair at the back of his neck and I force his mouth harder on mine, forgetting for a moment my nicely split lip.
“Owww” I moan ... He pulls swiftly away “Shit, sorry, sorry, did I hurt you?”
“No, no it was me, it’s my fault, you was ...it was. Don’t stop”.... What am I saying?
He looks at me, with eyes much gentler than I deserve. “Don’t be a bitch Lauren, it’s really not nice”
“I know, I’m sorry, I don’t know what that was all about, sorry”
He gives me a long kiss on my forehead and we stand for a few moments in silence, just holding onto each other.
“Err Hmmmm” Jo clears her throat as Jemma says “Take it to the bedroom perlease you two”
I turn and look at them, slurring
“Sorry for being a bitch, can he stay Jo please? We need to talk”
Talk.... I can't string a bloody sentence together right now, let alone hold a conversation. I know I'm swaying slightly and feel quite unsteady on my feet, looking back at Gabe I ask “Will you stay?”
He looks over at Jo,
“Go, go... But remember we practice safe sex only in this house... I have condoms if you need them... All flavours....”
We ignore her...
I lead Gabriel by the hand or is he holding my hand, so as to hold me up? I’m not sure.... I stagger into the bedroom. He kisses me gently again and says
“I think you need to drink some water and then, I would like you to tell me exactly what is going on... Get into bed, now”
I attempt to take off the hoodie while Gabe gets me some water but I'm still struggling with it when he returns. He laughs and shakes his head at my efforts.
“Stay still, let me help you”
He pulls the top over my head. My vest rises up with it and I feel embarrassed as I know he's just got a glimpse of my forty five year old, wobbly belly ... Great! I giggle when I think about the state I must look.
“Glad you find yourself so amusing, you won’t be laughing later when your hangover kicks in….drink and drugs do not mix Lauren, they are dangerous, did your mother teach you nothing? Get into bed, before you fall over” He orders
“No actually, my mother didn’t teach me much at all…nothing of any use anyway…what did your mum teach you?”
“Even less than yours if you must know. Now drink this” He holds out the glass as I fall back on the bed.
“You’re so bossy Gabriel ....Angel Gabriel.... Are you an angel? I'll tell you what I think...I think you are really the devil... You are bad like the Devil”
I giggle again... Yeah I know, like a schoolgirl I giggle!
“Oh you've seen nothing yet Lauren...now will you please just fucking drink this, then talk and tell me what is going on and what fucker did this to you?”
He orders, so I pout…
“Are you getting into bed with me?” I ask in my best whiney voice.
“Do you want me to?”
“Well fuck yeah… Of course I do, it's not every night a girl has a sex god surfie dudie, typie blokie in her bedroom, I might as well make the most of it. But no sex, no, no sex, I don’t do sex on the first night, mind you, it’s been awhile since I had a first night, it’s been a while since I had a first anything”
Apparently I’m hilarious because I can’t seem to stop laughing at my own jokes.
He shakes his head and for the first time tonight he gives me THAT smile and I light up from inside.
“Don’t forget Suntannedie sex god” he corrects me as he kicks off his converse and unbuckles his jeans. Memories of my dream pop into my head and my expression must change, because he suddenly stops.
“Is this... Okay?” he motions to his jeans and all I can manage is “Hmm hmmm” As I swallow hard. I shift over and he slides in, giving me just the slightest glimpse of his long muscular, tanned (of course) legs and tight boxer trunks. Drink, drugs, him, I'm not sure what is causing it but I am suddenly so hot and embarrassingly, I fall straight off to sleep.
When I wake, Gabe is sitting up in bed watching the telly; I'm curled up on my side, with
my arm across his abs. I look up at him.
He’s watching me, of course he is….
“You okay?” he asks quietly. I stretch and nod
“Thirsty though”
“Would you like a cup of tea or a coffee?”
“Would love a cup of tea”
It's ten fifteen; I've slept another three hours. The effects of the pain killers and the alcohol seem to have worn off and I feel less groggy. My head is sore where it’s glued but it doesn't ache like it did earlier. Gabe slides out of bed, saying only “milk, sugar?”
“No sugar, just a little milk, I like it strong, like my men”
He walks away shaking his head... Giving me a good long look at that tight little arse of his and I wonder if Jo and Jemma are still in the kitchen...
He returns with my tea, some toast and a beer for himself, laughing and shaking his head as he comes through the door.
“Your mates have very dirty minds Lauren; you really should reconsider who you knock about with. I don’t know if I approve of your present choice”
I can only begin to imagine what my girls would have said, seeing him walk into the kitchen, wearing just his jocks, giving them an eyeful of that banging body; I feel a little pang of... Jealousy? I think you might call it... Oh well, it’s my bed he's coming back to, well technically its Jo's but you get my drift.
