Obsession (3 page)

His answering grin was wicked. “Then you’ll have to come quietly.” Before she could protest
, he freed his hands, using one to tangle in her hair, pulling her mouth to his, and the other sliding blatantly down inside the front of her briefs. She moved helplessly against him as he coated his fingers in her slickness and teased her clit with an experienced touch. He could tell she was struggling to contain herself against the onslaught of sensation storming through her body and it pleased him, sending his lust roaring into overdrive. She hadn’t made any serious attempt to stop him, so perhaps his little kitten could be trained into exhibitionism more easily than he had thought, the incentive just had to be right. He thrust two fingers inside her and had to stifle a laugh as her whole body jerked. Even in his wildest dreams he hadn’t expected her to be so responsive.

She fought to breathe quietly as he set up a gentle rhythm,
massaging her clit with the palm of his hand as his fingers thrust in and out of her cunt. He could feel she’d be tight and it set his dick to twitching crazily in his pants. When he sensed she was too far gone to pull back, he released his hold on her hair and she rested her forehead on his shoulder as he played her like his own private orchestra of silence, writhing and squirming on top of him.

Pushing his fingers deeper inside her he began circling her clit with his thumb until everything inside her began to clench, teetering on the edge. “Sometime soon
kitten, as in the next day or two, I’m going to be doing this with my tongue.” He murmured in her ear. She gasped and then convulsed silently as an orgasm crashed over her.  He kept going, kept teasing her until she was shuddering uncontrollably in his arms and then, finally, he let her come down. She slumped bonelessly against him, struggling to gather her wits as he licked his fingers clean.

“I can’t believe you just did that.” She mumbled when she finally found her voice and he smirked.

“Kitten, you just came for me. I had to know what it tasted like.”

“That’s not what I meant!” She was utterly scandalised and her voice came out as a strangled squeak.
He shook with silent laughter at her outrage.

“You enjoyed it.” He protested mildly when she regained enough energy to push upright and glare at him.

“That’s not the point!” She whispered hotly, her cheeks flushing crimson as she glanced over her shoulder at the driver, who was oblivious to the scene playing out behind him.

“He didn’t see or hear anything.” Gabriel
reassured her, but she was still blushing. “Look, we’ll be there soon. Take a few moments to calm down. Do you want me to open the window slightly?”

“Yes please.”
She eased off him as he pressed the button to open her window slightly and she pressed her forehead to the cool glass.

“I take it you’ve never done anything like that before?” He asked in a slightly more normal voice, shifting slightly to ease some of the pressure beneath his zipper.

“Never.” She sounded shaken.

“Okay, then we should probably talk about this.” He took her hand again. “I guess I’m a little different to what you’re used to. Was any of it familiar to you?”

“Familiar in what way?” She asked uncomfortably, checking to see if the driver was listening.

“Has anyone ever talked dirty to you?” He asked
, bluntly but quietly.

“No.”

“Has anyone ever done anything like that to you outside of a bedroom?”

“No.” She said in a small voice.

“Has anyone ever really wanted to taste you like I did?” He shook his head when she couldn’t answer. “Hasn’t anyone ever pushed you to the edges of your comfort zone, made you explore your boundaries? Haven’t you been at all curious as to what’s out there?”

“I didn’t know I needed to be curious.” She didn’t sound angry, just confused, and he smiled inwardly, realising he’d played it just right. He let the silence sit for a few minutes and then cleared his throat.

“I wish I could say I regret doing that just now, but I’m pretty sure I’d be lying.” He squeezed her hand.

“Me too.” She closed her eyes. “Me too.”

By the time they arrived at the restaurant she had relaxed enough to be her usual chatty self and they spent almost four hours talking and laughing over three courses
of excellent Italian cuisine. The waiters were clearing up ready to close by the time Gabriel paid the bill, and they strolled out into the winter air, laughing over some small joke he’d made. He’d texted the driver to meet them at the end of the street and they walked up, stopping under a street light to wait for the car.

“Thank you for this.” Noelle smiled up at him
, the overhead light accentuating her cheekbones, making her look almost otherworldly. “I’ve had an amazing night.”

“Me too.” He leaned down and kissed her gently, just once, on the lips. “I take it you’re working every day this week?”

“Yeah, we don’t break up for the Christmas holidays until Friday.”

“Well I’m busy the next couple of days, but I could meet you on Wednesday for lunch at the cafe?” He suggested.

“That would be nice.” She glanced up, her breath misting between them as she smiled shyly at him. “You could always come for dinner again one night?”

“Not on a school night.” He teased, semi-seriously. “I don’t want to be the one that keeps you up late when you have an early start.”

“I could promise to kick you out by ten?” She said hopefully and he burst out laughing.

“Kitten, you and I both know that you kicking me out is not going to happen.”
He stepped back as the car pulled up beside them. “I promise I’ll call you every night, but I’m not coming over.” Opening the door, he waited for her to get in and slid in beside her. It felt like he could almost sense the flush blooming in her cheeks as she remembered the journey to the restaurant, almost taste her arousal as the memory turned her on. “We’ve got half an hour...” He said mildly and she shivered.

“Not happening.” Her tone was prim but betrayed by her body. “I’m a nice young lady, Gabriel Hallow. I don’t do unspeakable things in the back seats of cars, most especially not on a second date.”

“I think you’ll find they’re very speakable.” His tone was still mild, but had a darker, teasing edge to it. “I have no objections to telling you exactly what I want to do to you.”

“I object to you telling me when someone else can clearly hear you.” She glanced pointedly at the driver in the semi-darkness
, but Gabriel just grinned, flashing his teeth.

“
I can tell you quietly. Whisper it in your ear.”

“Gabriel stop it!” She laughed as he came closer, trying to swat him away. “Behave yourself.”

“Oh no. I have a promise to keep.” He took advantage of her moment of confusion to pull her down beneath him, so she was turned with her back to the door.

“What promise?” She asked breathlessly as he kissed her and he moved his lips to her ear.

“On the way here I told you that in the next day or two I’d put my tongue here.” He slid a hand between her legs and stroked her over her briefs. “If I’m not seeing you for another five or six days, that means I have to do it...oh yeah. Now.”

“No. Gabriel, no!” She squeaked,
utterly scandalised, but he just grinned and touched a finger to his lips.

“Shhh kitten. Squeak any louder and the driver will hear you.”

“Gabriel!” She hissed, trying to push her skirt down. It rode up her thighs as he pulled her further across the seat and she eventually abandoned her modesty as she tried to pull herself back up by the door. By the time she realised it was a futile struggle, her skirt was around her waist, strong hands were holding her hips down and he was studying her lingerie with amusement.

“These are real pretty.” He commented, taking in the filmy crimson fabric.

“Please!” She whispered, flashing a panicked gaze at the driver who was still seemingly oblivious. “He’ll see you!”

“He can’t see us.” He whispered back. “Shh.” He dipped his head and breathed through the fabric, sending a flood of warmth across her
pussy, and she covered her face with her hands in shame, even as her body rocked beneath his touch. “Good girl.” He murmured almost silently in approval. It seemed a shame to ruin her underwear, but he wasn’t going to risk backing off to pull them away so he snapped them at the seams. She was so caught up with embarrassment and want, she didn’t appear to notice. He quietly tucked the scraps of fabric into his pocket, promising himself he’d look up the maker from the label and order replacements.

Before she could make any more protest, he lowered his mouth and thrust his tongue inside her. Her whole body bowed off the seat and he grinned fiercely against the creamy skin of her thighs as she whimpered quietly, trying to cover her mouth with her hands. Despite her protests, she was already wet and his tongue glided up and down through her folds with ease, swirling around and around her clit as she bucked against him silently. He wanted to finger her, to drill into that hot, tight sheath, but he had a firm grip on her hips and she was still moving. His kitten was stronger than she looked.
Instead he pushed his tongue inside her again and again, occasionally pulling back to flicker up and over her clit, driving her wild. She moaned softly and he grinned. She was losing it. When she moaned again he just couldn’t resist, letting her go and sliding a hand beneath her so he could fuck her with his fingers. She writhed helplessly at his touch and, when he sealed his lips over her clit and sucked, she just came apart beneath him, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. The effort of staying silent brought tears to her eyes.

It took her almost until they got back to her house to sit up. She was so blissed out
that her muscles didn’t seem to want to obey her will.

“Are you okay?” He murmured quietly, helping her upright as the car pulled to a stop at the kerb.

“Yeah.” Her eyes were still a little unfocused and he tried not to laugh. “Can I have my pants back?”

“No. They got a little damaged. I’m going to buy you new ones.”

“Oh.” Her brain didn’t seem to want to process. “Uh...okay.”

“Stay there. I’m going to help you in.” She obediently waited as he got out and came around to her side of the car. The snow had turned to slush and he scooped her easily into his arms so her shoes didn’t get ruined. “I’m sending somebody to deal with this in the morning.” He told her as he picked his way
across the ice on her path.

“On a Sunday?” She blinked at him.

“Yes on a Sunday. Promise me you’ll stay in until it’s safe to walk on?”

“Sure.” She frowned slightly
, but didn’t say anything else as he lowered her to the door step.

“Thanks for a wonderful night.” He kissed her forehead. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“You too.” After all that food and the two best orgasms of her life, she was feeling suddenly incredibly sleepy. “Travel safely. Text me when you get in.” She mumbled.

“I will.” He waited as she unlocked the door and went into the house before he returned to the car. It had gone well. He was going to be on her mind for days.

She had a lazy day on Sunday, cleaning the house and catching up with the papers. Several times she caught herself with a goofy grin on her face and, when the phone rang in the early evening, she thought the top of her head might topple off, she was smiling so broadly.

“Hey, how’s your day going?” She asked shyly and she could hear the smile in his voice.

“Better now that I’m talking to you.” There was a soft sound like a guitar being strummed. “What about you? What have you been up to today?”

“Not much.” She admitted.
“Just housework. Catching up. You know.”

“Did they sort your pathway out?” He asked and she blinked. She hadn’t noticed because she hadn’t been out
, and she told him as much as she went to open the front door. When she got there, the pathway had indeed been cleared of ice and gritted thoroughly, right down across the pavement and to the road.

“Thank you so much!” She blushed
, even though he couldn’t see her. No-one had ever been so thoughtful and caring about her well-being before.

“They’ll maintain it until the weather breaks.” He strummed quietly again. “Did you sleep well last night?”

“Like the dead.” She laughed, closing the door. “I don’t know if it was the food or the laughter or the...other stuff, but the minute my head hit the pillow I was out like a light for almost ten hours.”

“Probably a mixture of the three.”
He laughed with her. “I’m glad. You must have needed it. We’ll have to make sure it’s a regular thing.” For the briefest of moments she wanted to ask if he meant the food, the laughter or the other stuff, but managed to restrain the impulse.

“I had a good time last night.” She said shyly
, for lack of anything else to comment on, and he chuckled.

“
Me too kitten. Me too. I wish I was there right now.”

“You can always come over?” She offered hopefully
, and he laughed again.