Torpedo

by Joanna Blake

  Tabby was laying perfectly still beside me. I turned and pulled her into my arms, moaning as her amazing breasts smashed against my chest. So much soft, feminine goodness. It was almost too much.

  Just like that, I felt my balls started filling up again.

  I held her face, staring into her beautiful eyes. She looked so soft and dreamy, and I hadn't even gotten started on her. I still needed to make her come. I wanted to hear her squeal. About a hundred times. And that was just tonight.

  I smiled and rubbed my thumb over her lip.

  "How do you feel?"

  She blushed.

  "I'm good. I just- I guess I should go."

  I tightened my grip around her waist.

  "Oh, hell no. You're not going anywhere."

  She blinked at me, looking confused.

  "But aren't you- done?"

  I growled and bit her lower lip. She wiggled a little bit in my arms. I slid my hands down to her juicy ass and squeezed.

  "You think I'm satisfied with that? Honey, that was barely the tip of the iceberg."

  "It was?"

  "Hell, yes! It was amazing, don't get me wrong. But I plan to have you six ways from Sunday before the night is over."

  She looked shocked. She should. I grinned and rolled her to her back, scooting her up the bed so I could get at my prize. The prize I'd been after since before I had hair on my chest.

  I guided her silky thighs apart and rested them on my shoulders. Her sweetness was right there, ready for the tasting. I took a good look at her puffy little lips before pressing my mouth against her.

  It was pussy eating time.

  Tabby

  "What are you- oh!"

  I stared at the ceiling in shock as Gabe slowly licked my pussy bottom to top. He used his tongue to make long slow strokes. I held perfectly still as he tasted me, over and over again. I didn't know what I was supposed to do.

  I'd thought we were finished. I was relieved that it was over to be honest. Not that I didn't like it. I was just glad I hadn't done anything weird or embarrassing.

  In fact, I'd liked sex more than I'd thought I would.

  It was... nice.

  Even though it had hurt a little. I guess that was normal the first time. I'd been worried about what he'd think about that too, hoping he might not even notice.

  But Gabe seemed more than happy that I'd been a virgin. He seemed ecstatic. And now he was doing things to me that were even more intimate.

  He was so close to me, his fingers slid up my body to play with my nipples as he pulled my clit into his mouth. I arched off the bed, shocked by the intensity of the feeling. My fingers reached down, tangling in his soft, wavy hair.

  "Hmmm... that's so nice baby... you taste so good..."

  He started doing something wicked with his tongue- flicking it hard and fast against me. He pinched my nipples gently and moaned. I felt the vibrations against my pussy. Almost like he was enjoying this as much as I was.

  But that was impossible. Because I'd never felt anything like it. It felt like the best thing on Earth.

  It felt like heaven.

  "That's it Tabby... reach for it..."

  I screamed as a wave of pleasure crashed over me.

  He didn't even take a pause to breath, he just kept going. Licking and touching me, coaxing aftershock after aftershock until the orgasm finally started to fade.

  I was barely aware of where I was as I lay there. Gabe smiled at me and reached to the bedside table. I blinked as I realized what he was doing.

  He was rolling another condom over his shaft.

  His thick, enormous, already hard again shaft.

  "What are you doing, Gabe? You want to do that... Again?"

  He grinned at me and rolled me to face him. He nuzzled my neck. "Yes, I want to do that again. Is that alright?" I nodded shyly and his smile faded, replaced by a serious and purposeful look. His eyes even looked like a darker shade of green. His face was a mask of concentration as he stared between my legs.

  I felt him pressing against me, then he groaned as he watched himself sink inside me.

  "Jesus Tabby... it's not... It's not supposed to feel this good."

  "It's not?"

  He shook his head, closing his eyes.

  "No, sweetheart. It's not."

  He was silent as he started to move, easing deeper inside me with every stroke. For a while, the only sounds were his harsh breathing and our bodies moving together. I was tender, but he was careful and it didn't hurt. It felt almost too good, like he said.

  I was even more sensitive after all the attention he'd given me. And what he'd done with his mouth. I felt myself clench down on him, close to coming again.

  Whatever his intentions towards me might be, Gabe definitely was a considerate lover. More than considerate. Generous. Passionate. Wildly eager.

  He wasn't faking how he felt. I knew it. He wanted me.

  Every inch of me.

  He lowered his head to my breasts and started kissing them, not stopping his long, deep strokes. He worked his cock in and out of me, slowly picking up the pace.

  When he looked up at me again, his eyes went right through me. Right to my soul. I was frozen in place, unable to look away.

  The look in his eyes was so intense, so real, it was almost painful.

  "Tabitha..."

  He growled and pulled me hard against him, his mouth capturing mine. Our tongues intertwined as his hips circled, faster and faster. He swallowed the sound as I cried out, my head flung back as my entire body shattered into light.

  But I wasn't alone.

  Gabe shattered with me.

  I felt him shatter.

  He let out a low grunt as he jerked, his body slamming into mine. Once. Twice. And then he was still, other than the slight tremors that shook us both.

  He held me for the longest time, raining soft kisses on my face, my neck.

  It was a half an hour later when his breathing had evened out into sleep. I slipped from the bed and started pulling my clothes on. Every cell in my body wanted to stay in bed with him. I felt good, relaxed.

  I felt like I was doing something wrong by sneaking out but I couldn't be here in the morning.

  I stood in the doorway and looked back at him. Gabe looked so handsome tangled up in the sheets, his face soft and peaceful. I couldn't stop myself as I watched him for a moment. Then I snuck out into the early morning light.

  Gabe

  I woke up smiling. I had done it. I had made Tabby mine. We'd made love twice, and each time had been specfuckingtacular. I was the first to have her. And I was going to be the last.

  I'd finally found the woman for me. And I was going to tell her so. Right after I made her squeal with pleasure again.

  That glorious feeling lasted about thirty seconds.

  The bed beside me was cold.

  I looked around, realizing she'd left me. I scowled. Why the hell had she done that? Then I remembered how shy Tabby was about some things. Maybe she didn't want my mom to see her.

  But that was bullshit, man.

  Tabby was my woman now dammit. There was no need to sneak around. I decided I would tell her so, too.

  I'd put a Goddamn cowbell on her if I had to. Or a bow, with a tag that said my name. Or a homing device.

  Or a ring.

  I sat up straight in bed.

  I was seriously considering marrying Tabitha. I could see us getting older together. She'd be sexy as hell at 30. And 40. Hell, I'd still think she was beautiful no matter how many wrinkles or gray hairs she got.

  And she'd give me such beautiful children...

  Well, that was a first. I'd never thought past getting a girl into bed before, and rarely even had to think about that. Girls had never required any effort for me.

  Well, except for her.

  Tabby had been damn near impossible to get until now. And she was continuing to be a pain in my ass by sneaking out on me. She'd deprived me of morning sex too. But I was willing to b
e understanding now that she was mine.

  After all, she had given me the best sex of my life.

  The best by about a million.

  A zillion.

  I took a shower and got dressed. I had a lot to think about. The rest of my life with Tabby for starters. My mother had left out some juice and a bagel. I shook my head, wondering what my woman would say about that.

  I could hear Tabby scolding me now. 'Empty carbs', she'd say. Or that I needed protein. Or that I should eat an orange instead of drinking it.

  I grinned. She'd be here soon. Then I could relax and let her fuss over me. I'd smile and nod and as soon as my mother was out of the house, I'd pounce.

  I was going to spend my day in bed today. But not resting. Oh hell no, I was going to spend it getting all the exercise a healthy boy needed. And Tabby was going to be screaming my name in pleasure the whole damn time.

  "Gabe? Your aid is here."

  I glanced sharply towards the stairs. My mother stood there, looking uncertain. Her hands were tugging on each other. I was about to ask her what was wrong when I saw it.

  Or rather, I saw her.

  She was... not Tabby.

  A middle-aged woman stood behind my mother. She wore a nurse uniform and sensible shoes. She was exactly what you thought of when you thought of a home caregiver.

  But she was not my caregiver. I already had one. And I needed her. I needed Tabby.

  Where the fuck was Tabitha?

  "Where is she?"

  I wheeled over to the stairs.

  "Gabe, this is Annie. She's here from the service."

  I nodded my head to the woman and said good morning. There was no reason to be rude. Especially, since she was about to be out on her ass. "It's nice to meet you Annie but I already have an aid." I whipped my head to face my mother. "Where is she?"

  "I'll- I'll go find out. Annie, would you wait upstairs with me while we sort this out?"

  "Fine. You do that. I'll try Tabitha."

  I picked up my phone and dialed her cell. I sat in my chair, staring out the back window, trying to get my temper under control.

  "Hello?"

  I heard the sleep in her voice. It only made me angrier. She was in bed! She should have just stayed here with me!

  "Where are you?"

  "Gabe?"

  Her voice sounded worried. Good. She should be fucking worried. She'd scared the hell out of me twice and it wasn't even 9 o’clock!

  "The service called and told me they found a replacement. I told them it wasn't necessary- I told them never mind but it was too late."

  I closed my eyes. She hadn't run out on me again. It was just a mix up.

  "Anyway Gabe, it's good for you to have backup. And I don't think I should do-"

  She went silent.

  "What Tabby?"

  She sighed.

  "I don't think I should do... both."

  I clenched the phone.

  "You won't take care of me?"

  I knew it was a low blow but I took it anyway. It hurt like hell that she was making this an 'either or' situation.

  "I will! I want to help you Gabe. Anyway I can. And I need the job. But what happened last night... it's not right. And it's a breach of my contract."

  I grit my teeth.

  "So you'll be my girlfriend, or my nurse. Not both."

  "Girlfriend? You want me to be- your girlfriend?"

  I realized my hand was squeezing the phone again and forced myself to relax. I was going to break it. My hands had always been exceptionally strong.

  "Yes, Tabby. What the fuck did you think we were doing last night?"

  "I don't know. I thought maybe that was-"

  "What? You thought it was what?"

  "I thought that was what you wanted." A pause. "Just that."

  "No. That's not all I want. Not by a long shot."

  I wanted to scream at her for thinking that. Only, maybe she was right. I had just wanted to roll around with her at first. Not just once or twice. I'd wanted to have her as much as possible, but I hadn't thought about much past that.

  Yeah, I wanted as much sex as a growing boy could handle.

  But with every minute I spent with her, I wanted more than just sex.

  Much more.

  "Oh."

  I could hear the shyness in her voice. I nodded to myself. That was better. She was going to be a good girl.

  It wasn’t her fault she was new at this.

  "Are you coming over here?"

  She hesitated.

  "I have to work tonight. They want me to come in early for lunch too and- well, you're covered anyway today, aren't you?"

  "Yeah. I'm covered. Tomorrow?"

  "I told them I would come in tomorrow but-"

  "I know. It's one or the other."

  I swallowed hard, realizing I was going to have to get out of this damn chair if I wanted her with me more than a few snatched hours at a time. If I wanted her with me as a woman, not a nurse.

  Not an employee.

  She said goodbye and hung up. I sat there for the longest time, just thinking. I heard my mother clear her throat and looked up. She must have caught the end of the conversation.

  "Is she coming?"

  "Tomorrow."

  She nodded.

  "Alright son. Is there anything you need before I- before Annie takes over?"

  "Yes. Get me my cane."

  Her eyes got wide.

  "But you are supposed to do physical therapy for at least another week before-"

  I gave my mom a look of pure steel and she threw her hands up. She might be tough, but I was even more stubborn and we both knew it. She went upstairs and came back with a black wood cane and a folding silver walker.

  She snapped the walker into place and adjusted the height.

  I frowned at it, shaking my head.

  "I'm not using that damn thing. It's worse than the chair."

  "It's more stable than the cane. Just for the first few days Gabe." She arched an eyebrow at me. "Start with this. Please. You can put it away if Tabby comes over."

  I glared at her. Obviously, she had caught which way the wind was blowing. But she was implying that Tabitha wasn't coming back.

  "When Tabby comes over. Just for today, okay?"

  I gave her a curt nod, knowing she was right. I spent the rest of the day doing my exercises and experimenting with the walker and the cane. The walker was more stable. It was almost like using a crutch that didn't wobble. I used it to put a bit of pressure on my leg, increasing it slightly until it hurt, then backing off again.

  I nodded to myself. I was going to be walking in no time.

  And after that, I was going to chase my woman down.

  Tabby

  "Good morning."

  I smiled tentatively at Gabe. He looked impossibly handsome, stretched out on the couch with a book. I noticed his chair was gone.

  "Oh, you graduated!"

  I frowned, tilting my head. I'd only been gone a day. What was going on?

  "Did you get the go ahead for the walker?"

  He tapped a cane leaning against the couch.

  "No walker."

  "Gabe... are you sure that's a good idea?"

  He just raised an eyebrow at me.

  "I thought you were just my aid. Not my doctor. And not my girlfriend. Right?"

  "I'm sorry about yesterday. I told you-"

  He went back to reading his book and I stopped, staring at him in shock. He was ignoring me completely. Where was the guy who was all over me, chasing me all over the damn town?

  I'd stayed up all night, talking to Jackie in Paris. She was thrilled that I'd finally lost my V card. Beyond that though, I hadn't told anyone else. Or told Jacks exactly how scared I was about my feelings for Gabe.

  I turned away and started organizing his pills. I noticed his pain meds were also gone. What the heck had happened here yesterday?

  I was about to ask him when I caught him staring at me. He looked awa
y so fast, that I knew he was up to something. Was he only pretending to ignore me?

  Either way, I didn't like it.

  But if he was going to keep his distance, so would I. I knew it was for the best. Until I didn't work for him, anything else was off limits. And after that, one or both of us would be long gone from this town anyway.

  The fantasy of the two of us as more than friends was pretty much a lost cause.

  "What are you going to do? Next, I mean?"

  He set his book down and looked at me.

  "That sounds like a dangerously personal question, Miss."

  I rolled my eyes. I couldn't tell if he was being funny, or if he was pissed off at me. Probably both. He was annoyed with me for telling him no funny business anymore, that much was obvious.

  Gabe definitely did not like it when he didn't get his way. And he wanted me in his bed.

  I blushed, thinking about what we'd done together, less than 36 hours ago.

  What we'd done twice.

  "Never mind. Sorry I asked."

  "If you must know, I was thinking of opening up my own place. Maybe a cafe somewhere down the coast."

  I looked at him, surprised. Cooking? Gabe? Serving coffee?

  But... it sounded nice.

  "Oh." I nodded to myself, not sure what to say. "I'll be right back with your lunch."

  I put a tray together and was setting it down when he came out of the bathroom. He was on two feet, standing tall but favoring one leg. It was impossible to ignore the grimace on his gorgeous face.

  "Are you okay? Let me get the chair-"

  "No. I got this."

  He made it across the room without looking too bad. But he moaned as he sat down on the couch. I was by his side in an instant.

  "You are doing too much, too soon!"

  He shrugged.

  "Maybe if you rubbed it..."

  I bit my lip and nodded, pushing the tray out of the way. He leaned back and watched me as I sat beside him.

  "We should really do this in shorts."

  He shook his head, making an odd sound. I shrugged and reached for his leg.

  "It won't be as effective."

  His thigh muscles felt good under my hand. Thick and strong. He hadn't lost much tone since his injury. That was good...

  He grunted and I looked up.