Resolution (Saviour #2)(78)

“JFDI…What does that mean?”

“Just. Fucking. Do. It. Gabe.”

“Shouldn’t that be JFDIG then?”

“What? Are you gonna f*ck me or am I gonna go find BOB?”

“You really are an animal Lauren.” He laughs as he speaks, pulls me into a standing position, turns me to face the bath, pulls off my robe and bends me at the waist.

“Open your legs wider” He stands back as he gives out his orders.

“Wider, cock your arse higher, I want to see how wet you are.”

I drag my fingers between my legs and hold them up as I look over my shoulder at him. He’s taken two steps back and has his cock in his hand, stroking himself as he looks at me. Jesus f*cking Christ. I love that sight. Waving my glistening fingers at him I say. “I’m this wet Gabe. Now will you just f*ck me? Please.”

I watch him pull his T shirt over his head and his jeans and jocks down, he kicks them away, stroking himself all the while, the tip of his cock is wet and glistening and I run my tongue over my top lip, I actually feel like stamping my feet.

“Shag. Me. Now”

“You are filthy Lauren, but you look f*cking gorgeous, bent over like that. Let me take a picture?”

“What?! No!”

He shrugs and smiles his sexiest smile ever as he stalks towards me. “Suppose I’ll just have to make do with f*cking you then then darl.”

Gahhhh! Finally!!!





CHAPTER 23





Ten minutes later Gabe is in the shower and I am cleaning myself up at the sink, there is no way I’m having another shower and redoing my hair and makeup. I get dressed, struggling into my jeans and leaving them undone until I have my boots on, I lay back on the bed and eventually get them zipped up, as I stand up, Gabe is standing watching me with a towel wrapped low around his hips and I can see the outline of his dick underneath it, and I just know it’s more than a little interested in what he’s seeing. I walk around the bed towards him, his hair is dripping onto his chest and shoulders and is running in rivulets over his skin, I feel drugged with desire, I don’t think I actually want to have sex with him, I just want to look at him and lick the water off his chest and run my hands through his wet hair. Oh who am I kidding? Of course I want sex with him. Who wouldn’t?

“You look beautiful Lauren.”

“Thank you, you look smoking hot, let me take a picture.”

“Uh ah Lauren. You wouldn’t let me take a picture of you earlier so no can do.”

I keep walking towards him and lean in and lick a drip of water from his chest, he throws his head back and lets out a hissing noise from between his teeth; because he’s barefoot and I have my boots on, I’m closer to eye level than I normally am and the extra height sets me on a little power trip. I pull the towel from his hips and take his cock in my hand, I can feel it grow harder in seconds; he puts his hands on his hips and looks down at what I’m doing to him and then back up to meet my eyes.

“What are you doing, you crazy, pregnant lady?”

“I’m stroking your cock and if you are a very good boy, I might just suck your cock, but only if you are a very good boy and agree to be a good boy for the rest of the night.”

“Why wouldn’t I be a good boy all night?”

I shrug. Hmmm, because there will be a sixteen year old boy here soon, hitting on your fourteen year old daughter, who by the way is wearing makeup and a very short dress, that even though I have only seen it on the hanger, I just know that Gabe is going to crack it big time when he sees Ava in it.

“Who knows? Now are you going to promise or do you want me to leave. Which is it to be?”

I drop down to my knees, which is not easy in these jeans, let me tell you, and I hold on to his hips, rubbing my thumbs over his V. I take him in my right hand and stroke some more as I look up and give him the most innocent smile I can muster.

“Lauren.”

“What’s it to be Gabe? Give me an answer else I’m going to go and make a potato salad?”

“Like f*ck you are, I promise, okay, I promise to be good, all night.”

“Don’t touch my hair and don’t make me gag, because I will spew.”

“Oh baby. You say the sexiest things. Talk dirty to me some more.”

“Do you want this BJ or what Wilde?”

“Yes Lauren, sorry, just ahh. Fuck.”

I lick the underside of him and squeeze and massage his balls before I take him in my mouth, flicking my tongue over and in the slit at the end, I can taste him already, I pump him harder with my fist and graze my teeth over him and almost combust at the sound of his moans; I used to hate giving blow jobs. I think it was a confidence thing, Jason would always grab my hair and force me down on him, then bark orders at me. Harder, faster, slower, Gabe just lets me go at my own pace and he always seems to enjoy whatever it is I do to him with my mouth, I love looking up at him as he looks down at me, I love when he throws his back and I can see the veins and tendons cording in his neck, the water he looks like I am the only thing that exists outside of him when he comes in my mouth, I feel powerful, in control. His hand grabs the back of my hair and I stop and glare up at him, he apologises and drops his hands to his sides, I grab hold of them with mine and pull them behind his back and he actually moans louder and grows harder in my mouth. He likes it, he likes being restrained, well that’s something that requires further investigation; I yank his arms back as roughly as I can and he tilts his hips towards me, this is so hot, I want to touch myself, it really wouldn’t take a lot, just a little bit of friction in the right place and I know I would be coming; I spot my bath robe lying on the floor next to me and pull the belt through the loops and wrap it around Gabe’s wrists, he looks downs at me wide eyed and I notice the tighter I tie it, the more he moans. Once his hands are secured behind his back, I rub myself through my jeans and come in seconds, although it’s not an earth shattering orgasm, it’s enough to get me through till we are alone later; I look up at him as he watches me rub myself and without warning he starts to spurt into the back of my throat. Luckily, because he only shot his load inside me, not half an hour ago, there’s not too much to swallow and I manage to do it without gagging; Gabe’s knees give way and he slides out of my mouth and down onto the floor, kneeling in front of me, his hands still tied behind his back and his eyes still closed, he leans towards me and seeks out my lips. I love that he sticks his tongue in my mouth after he’s just come in it. It turns me on no end.