“Just lie back and enjoy it,” I give her a small smile.
Worry is splayed across her face and she pinches her knees closed.
“Uh uh, doll,” I open her legs, “you need this. And fuck, I need to taste you.” Taking her leg in my hand; I begin to kiss it tenderly while I remove one shoe, then the other, slowly working my way back down toward her center. Her eyes are closed and her chest is heaving. “Give me your hands,” I whisper. Guiding her hands to her pussy, I have her spread herself. I take a moment to admire her lying in my bed; her breasts are plump and firm, her stomach is flat, her hipbones protruding, and she’s manicured with just the right amount of hair. It’s taking everything I have not to have sex with her right now. But she needs this. She needs to feel the pleasure of an orgasm. She needs to know that I want to give it to her. I want to be between her legs when her body loses control, when she’s begging me to stop. I want her to know I’m not a selfish prick like Blaine, who only thinks of himself.
When my tongue meets her velvety flesh, her body jolts at my first lick, but I continue cautiously, gently licking her clit with the tip of my tongue. I feel the tension in her legs let up as she finally begins to relax. My tongue gently massages her nub in a circular motion and she moans softly. “Does that feel good?” I ask, looking up at her from between her legs. She nods her head with her eyes still closed. “Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
I proceed, applying more pressure, eager to make her come. She moves her hand to my head; her nails gently massaging my scalp. Her hips have begun to move and I know she’s on the brink of climax. I’m relentless with my tongue, repeatedly caressing, showing no mercy. Her moans are getting increasingly louder.
“Oh God, Gabriel,” she cries out. Her hips are thrusting into my mouth as her nails now dig into my scalp.
My heart skips a beat at the way she says my name. My head is swimming. I can’t decipher what I’m feeling for her, but I know it’s something I’ve never experienced before.
“Come for me, Salem,” I continue teasing her fleshy nub. Her legs quiver as she gyrates uncontrollably.
“Oh my God,” she cries out. “Stop, I can’t take anymore,” she’s pleading with me as she arches her back, trying her hardest to make me stop.
My mouth leaves her core, giving her some relief. My body hovers directly over hers so that I can see her face in all its ecstasy. “This is what you’ve been missing, doll,” my lips press up against hers and my tongue jets into her mouth, letting her taste herself on me.
She’s panting as she moves my hand back in-between her legs, “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she kisses me back feverishly. She’s relinquished all control to me. Nothing makes me happier than knowing that I’ve taken her to a place she’s never been.
“Salem, I want to make love to you.” I can’t even believe those words just left my mouth. I’ve never in my life used that phrase, but what I’m experiencing with her, those words fit. I’m not planning on fucking her and kicking her to the curb. I want to take my time giving her what she wants and after it’s all over, feel her body next to mine as we sleep.
“Yes, Gabriel, make love to me, please,” her voice is euphoric.
“I’ll be right back,” I jump from the bed and go to my dresser.
“Where are you going?”
Within seconds, I’m back in bed next to her. “I need a condom,” I smile. I make several attempts to open the package, but my damaged hands won’t cooperate.
“Let me,” smiling, she takes the condom from me. As Salem rips open the wrapper, her eyes are filled with desire. “Take your boxers off,” her voice is authoritative.
I take them off and toss them aside. Lying back, I wonder how I’m going to get that condom on since my hands are worthless to me at this point. “I’m not going…”
“Shhh…” she says, “I can do it,” she runs her hand up and down my dick. My head falls back against the headboard of my bed. I’m ready to blow my load just at her touch; I can’t even imagine being inside of her.
She gently guides the condom down. I grab her by the arm and pull her onto the bed next to me. Affectionately, my hand explores her body, tracing her curves. “Salem,” I admire her body. Her perky nipples are taut as I take one then the other into my mouth.
“Don’t make me wait,” her voice is somewhat hoarse.
I begin to second guess myself. What if she’s doing this just to get back at Blaine? What if this means nothing to her? “I’m not sure I can do this,” I sit up.
“What do you mean?” I feel her body right next to mine, her breasts up against my arm.
“I don’t want you to do this for the wrong reasons.”
“And what ‘wrong reasons’ do you mean?” with a hand on my jaw, she pulls my head around to look at her. Her eyes are scanning my face as if she’s trying to figure out what’s going on in my head.
I swallow hard. I don’t want to offend her. “Blaine,” I sigh heavily. “I don’t want this to be a way for you to get back at him.” I quickly look away so she can’t see the hurt in my eyes.
“Gabriel,” she again turns my head to look at her, “I’m here because I want to be here. And this,” she points her finger back and forth between the two of us, “it’s not because I want to get back at him.” She kisses my lips. “I want you… I want you so badly. Make love to me Gabriel. Please, I’m begging you,” she lies back onto the bed, giving herself to me.
My body hovers over hers with the tip of my cock poised at her entrance. Staring into her eyes, I slowly ease myself into her. Ah, God, she’s tight. I’m briefly surprised by how easily I glide inside, but she’s nice and wet from her orgasm, which makes it easier. Her head rolls back the deeper I go. “You okay?”
“Yes,” she gasps, “keep going, it feels so good.” Her hands are on my ass as she pulls me further into her.
My hips begin to pump up and down as I drive myself into her, and she rakes her nails against my skin. I reach down between us to feel that her pussy is drenched. I begin to fondle her clit once again and her body shudders at my touch. “I want you to come again.”
She begins to giggle.
“What’s so funny?”
“I want to come again, too,” she gives me a sexy, devilish grin.
Our bodies are working in unison, her hips swaying into mine. She starts with a little moan and I look down to smile at her, knowing what’s coming. I apply a little more pressure with my fingers on her clit. She clutches my biceps as her body convulses, and I’m watching as pure pleasure washes over her face.
Now knowing she’s completely satisfied, I pick up the tempo and begin thrusting vigorously. My orgasm is near; I can feel it at the base of my penis. A few more thrusts is all it takes for me to explode. Moaning loudly, I drop down on top of her.
“Thank you,” she whispers in my ear.
“For what?” I lift my head, confused by her words.
“Thank you for tonight,” her fingers graze my cheek.
“You can thank me in the morning,” I roll her over on top of me, “because we’re not done yet.” I laugh.
“Getting hit motivates me. It makes me punish the guy more. A fighter takes a punch, hits back with three punches.”
—Roberto Duran
I wake to feel Salem’s warm, naked body wrapped in my arms. Her breathing is slow and steady, which I find very calming. Feeling her begin to wake, I kiss her shoulder.
“Morning,” she yawns.
“Good morning, beautiful. Did you sleep okay?” I wonder aloud as my lips press up against her skin.
“Are you actually calling what we did all night ‘sleeping’?” she laughs quietly, leaning her head into my body.
“Well, we did get a few hours of sleep,” I roll her over to face me, “and that was just the beginning.”
“Your appetite is insatiable.”
“It’s you that makes me this way,” I squeeze her into me and my ere
ction grows as our bodies touch.
There’s a knock at my bedroom door. “Go away!” I yell.
The door slowly opens, and I quickly pull the covers over us; Jase is standing in the doorway. “Sorry to interrupt,” his voice is meek.
“Then, why are you?”
“Gabriel,” Salem scolds me.
“I heard you guys talking and I’m bored. I didn’t sleep very good last night. You kept me up.”
“Oh God!” Salem pulls the blanket over her head in embarrassment.
“Give us a couple of minutes, Jase. We’ll be right out.”
“Okay,” he leaves, shutting the door behind him.
I join Salem under the covers. “Why are you hiding under here?”
“Your brother heard us,” her eyes grow wide.
“So what?”
“So what? How am I going to face him now?”
“Are you serious?” I chuckle.
“Yes, I’m serious. He knows we’ve had sex… multiple times.”
“And?”
“It’s mortifying,” she exhales.
“Mortifying because you had sex with me?” I begin to get defensive.
“What? No! It has nothing to do with you, Gabriel. I just don’t want him to look at me differently.”
“You and I shared something special last night, Salem. No one can take that away, make it something bad, or judge us for it. Besides, Jase is the last person who should be judging anyone, and I don’t think he will, anyways. He probably got off listening to us,” I laugh.
“Oh God!” she hits my arm lightly. “That’s really not helping, Gabriel,” she’s trying to sound stern while hiding her smile.
“Now, you better get that sexy ass out of my bed before I change my mind and have my way with you again,” I growl into her ear.
“You promise?” her voice is sultry as she bites my earlobe and wraps her leg over mine.
I instantly grow hard. Fuck me, this woman drives me insane.
“I wanna ravage you right now,” I lick my bottom lip as my eyes peer down to her breasts.
“Tell me what you want to do to me,” her eyes are full of lust.
Yeah, she’s gettin’ into it now. “Well, first, I wanna kiss your neck,” my mouth gently teases her neck, nipping it with my teeth. “And then,” I move down to her breasts, “I wanna suck on these.”
Her fingers run through my hair, “Oh yeah…” she moans. “What’s next?”
“Next, is your perfect stomach,” I run my tongue from her tits all the way down to her navel.
“Keep going, Gabriel,” she pushes my head lower.
“Tell me what you want,” my mouth wanders to her thighs.
“You know what I want,” she pants.
My face hovers over her pussy. “I wanna hear you say it,” I look up at her.
“Make me come,” she begs. “Please, Gabriel, make me come.”
One corner of my mouth lifts into a smile, I’m satisfied with myself that I can convince her to tell me what she wants.
About forty minutes and two orgasms later, Salem and I emerge from my bedroom. She has a freshly fucked look about her; her cheeks are flushed, her lips are swollen, and her hair is a mess. She looks adorable wearing one of my T-Shirts and swimming in a pair of my shorts. “Good morning, Jason,” she says cheerfully.
“It’s a good morning for you,” he grunts.
“What’s the matter, bro?” I smile at him. Yesterday had started out horribly, and I would’ve never thought in a million years that I’d have both my brother and Salem back in my apartment this morning. Never mind the fact that Salem and I were making loving half the night. My stomach does a somersault at my last thought.
“I’m tired,” he rubs his face with his hands and I notice they’re twitching.
Looking over at the clock, I ask, “What time is your appointment?”
“It’s at eleven.”
“You gonna be okay until then?”
“What’s happening at eleven?” Salem questions.
“Jase starts Methadone today. His first appointment is at eleven.”
“Really, Jason? It’s wonderful that you’re getting help,” the tone in her voice is encouraging.
He rolls his eyes at her and starts to walk away. I grab him by the bicep. “There’s no need to be rude.”
He shakes loose of my grip and snaps, “Let go of me.”
“Just ‘cause you’re having a bad morning doesn’t give you the right to be rude to Salem.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry, Salem,” he hangs his head, “I’m just beginning to jones.”
Salem walks up to him. “It’s alright, Jason,” she rubs his back, “I understand. Why don’t I make you some breakfast?” she smiles warmly at him.
“Breakfast would be great,” he cracks a smile, revealing his gray teeth.
After breakfast, the three of us are showered, and Jase is getting more anxious as the morning passes. He’s twitchy, pacing the floors and biting what’s left of his fingernails. “What time is it?” he asks, for what feels like the hundredth time.
“We still have another hour and a half,” Salem answers.
“We?” Jase and I respond in unison.
“Oh, I thought I was going too.”
“You can come if you want to but we’ll need to take your car, if that’s okay?”
“Of course. Do you mind if we stop by my place first so I can change?” she looks down at her clothes.
“Not at all, when do you want to leave?” I ask.
“Where is the appointment?”
“On Albert Street, it’s like a ten minute drive from here.”
“Then we should probably leave now,” she looks at her phone. “I’ll be quick.”
“Ha! I’ve heard that before,” I tease her.
“Well that was for a special occasion,” she grins at me.
I’m shocked. “A special occasion?”
“Well yeah, you were taking me out and I needed to look good.”
“You always look good,” I groan in her ear. “Especially when you’re over or under me,” I smack her ass.
“Ouch,” she jumps, laughing.
“Really, you guys? Haven’t you had enough sex in the last twelve hours?” Jase says, shaking his head and rolling his eyes at us.
“Ummm, no.”
Salem buries her face into my shoulder, embarrassed again. “Please make this conversation stop.”
“Let’s get going then, so we’re not late.” I chuckle as I head to the door with Salem in tow, still hiding her face in my shirt.
A while later, Salem parks her car in front of her condo. “I’ll only be a few minutes. Do you guys want to come in or just wait in the car?”
I look in the backseat at Jase. He’s biting his fingernails again, and his knee is bouncing nervously. “Whatta you wanna do, wait in the car or go in?”
“We can go in, I guess,” he shrugs.
Salem turns her car off and the three of us go into her condo. Both of her roommates are sitting on the couch watching E! as we walk past them. “Ladies,” I nod my head as Jase and I continue following Salem into her bedroom. Jocelyn smiles and winks, Daniela just looks confused. What the heck is that all about?
“Give me five minutes,” she says as she enters her walk-in closet. “I’m just going to throw on some yoga pants and a sweatshirt.”
“It takes you five minutes to do that?” I laugh, poking my head around the door to see if I can catch a glimpse of her topless.
Just then, we hear a loud, angry voice coming down the hallway. “Where is she? I know she didn’t sleep here last night! I drove by half the night and her car wasn’t here.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Blaine,” Jocelyn insists, “she was here all night with me.”
“Bullshit, Jocelyn. Get out of my way!”
Salem runs out of the closet, her eyes wide and her face panicked. “Go into the bathroom, quick!” she whispers loudly,
pointing in the direction of her bathroom.
“No, I’m gonna tell that fucker to stay away from you,” I walk towards the door.
“Gabriel, please,” she pleads with me, touching my face while her lips softly touch mine. I melt at her touch. “Neither of us need this right now. I can handle him,” her eyes stare into mine, giving me reassurance.
I cave. “Fine, but if I hear anything I don’t like, I’m coming out and kicking his fucking ass,” I glance over at the door. “Jase, hurry up,” I motion him into Salem’s bathroom with me and we go in, leaving the door ajar.
“Where were you last night?” I hear Blaine bust through Salem’s bedroom door.
“I should ask the same of you!” she snaps back at him, standing her ground.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he gets defensive.
“Oh please, like you don’t know. I saw you, Blaine, in the parking lot getting your dick sucked,” she shouts.
“What are you talking about?” his voice cracks as it rises again.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought, you can’t even come up with a good excuse. You make me sick,” her tone is venomous. “You’ve obviously changed your mind about blow jobs because your eyes were rolling in the back of your head.”
I’m trying to watch them through the crack in the door. I see him nearing her, his hand reaching for her arm, and my hand jerks for the door knob; he better not lay a hand on her. Just as I’m grabbing the handle, she shoves him, “Get away from me, Blaine. You’ve hurt me for the last time. How many girls have there been?”
Cool, she’s got this. I let go of the handle.
“Salem…” Blaine tries to get a word in.
“You think I’m stupid, that I don’t know? I figured it was just a phase, that you’d get it out of your system. But now I can see you’re a cheater, through and through, and it’s not going to change just because I choose to ignore it!”
“Baby, please…”
“Don’t ‘Baby’ me. You think I’m actually going to put up with this?” her voice is getting louder and louder. Her face is crimson red with anger and her chin quivers as she tries to hold herself together.
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