On The Rocks

“Yes,” I promise her. “She’ll get over it. You should have seen the nasty look she threw Sasha’s way before she left. She may be pissed at us right now, but she’s not happy that Sasha kissed me. She considered that a direct slap toward you, not me.”


Gabby rewards me with another smile. “You’re not just saying that, are you? You know… so you can get laid tonight?”

I flex my hips forward and push my erection up against her. “Oh, I’m getting laid tonight. I’m not worried about that.”

She giggles. As I lean down to kiss her, she does something that starts my blood flowing hotly. She brings her hands up against my chest and pushes me off her, flipping me on my back and rolling over on top of me.

Straddling me with her knees firmly gripping my hips and my dick pressed hotly against her backside, she looks down at me and licks her lower lip. Reaching a hand out, she rubs the pad of her thumb across one of my nipples, and I feel it all the way into my groin.

“We’re going to be okay?” she asks me while she watches her thumb move against me.

“Yes,” I tell her sincerely.

“And we care for each other, right?” She tilts her head slightly, still keeping her eyes pinned to what she’s doing to me.

“For almost our entire lives.”

“And it’s more than just sex?” She asks this last question as she reaches her other hand back behind her, snaking her fingers into the fly of my boxers. Her hand surrounds my dick and she gently squeezes me, causing me to twitch from the contact.

She waits for me to answer, but the words are stuck in my throat because she now takes up a stroking pattern on my cock. When nothing is forthcoming, her eyes slide up to mine and whatever she sees reflected causes her to smile just a tiny bit.

“It’s okay,” she assures me. “I’m going to expound on the sex thing right now… We can talk more later.”

Gabby leans down and flicks her tongue over the nipple she had just been torturing with her thumb, and I can’t stop the grunt that comes out. She peeks up at me, giving me a mischievous look.

Then she scoots back down my body, dragging my boxers down with her as she goes. After she pulls them free from my legs and tosses them over her shoulder, she kneels back with her palms on her thighs and just gazes at me.

“You’re such a beautiful man,” she says in reverence.

Before I can even compliment her back, I watch, stunned, as she lifts one hand and puts it against her own chest. Then she slides her fingers down her breastbone, down her stomach, and right down into the front of her lace panties. My jaw hangs open as her hand sinks down… way down, and while the lace of her underwear obscures most of my vision, I can tell she just sunk a finger into herself.

Holy. Fucking. Hot.

My dick swells violently and I start to sit up to attack her, when her hand reappears. She bends forward and runs her wet finger across the tip of my cock, and I am absolutely mesmerized by the sight.

“I think I’m ready for you,” she whispers as she looks up to me.

“Oh God… that is so fucking hot. I think if you touch me right now, I might come.”

She laughs in delight over my proclamation, although I’m not kidding… I can feel a prickle already at the base of my spine, and she has hardly touched me.

Gabby crawls up my body and straddles me, setting down low and rubbing herself against me. The friction of her lace panties, which I can feel are indeed soaking wet, causes me to groan while my hands come up to grip her hips.

I don’t know that I’ve ever been hornier in my entire life, and I ache deeply for her.

“Gabby… get your underwear off… please,” I practically beg her.

She looks at me, her eyes gentle with understanding. “It’s not needed.”

What? Huh? Is she saying we aren’t going to have sex?

Oh, hell no.