Olivia Cunning - Tell Me

“I was going to use this on your sweet pussy,” he said, lifting the oddly shaped phallus she’d seen earlier. He lowered it and rubbed the tip against her opening. “I was going to shove it inside you and fuck you with it until you begged me to stop.”

She whimpered, suddenly aware of the emptiness she felt deep inside.

“But I’m feeling a bit selfish at the moment.” He tossed the tool aside and crept forward. “I need to feel that hot pussy around me.”

She groaned in admiration of his so-called selfishness.

“Lift your hips for me, baby,” he said.

Her butt rose off the bed, and he shoved a pillow under her lower back to help her maintain the angle. He stared down at where his thumb massaged her clit and watched his cock penetrate her one agonizingly slow inch at a time. His mouth dropped open a little more with each inch he claimed and his green eyes glazed over with pleasure. Melanie’s fingers dug into the mattress beneath her as her inner walls clenched rhythmically around his thick cock, drawing his fullness deeper. Deeper. Good God, Gabe, fill me. Fuck me.

“Stretched around me like that, your pussy looks fantastic,” he murmured. His eyes drifted closed and the muscles of his face twitched. “And it feels even better.”

He began to move inside her, maintaining the slow rhythm she’d claimed to desire. But the pleasure and pain rippling through her nipples and the vibrating pulses coming from the thumb massaging her clit soon had her pleading for more.

“Faster, Gabe. Please.”

He massaged her clit faster, but his deep, slow thrusts never lost their unhurried cadence.

“I think I’m coming,” she gasped, surprised by the intensity of her pleasure. There were no accompanying waves of release, just a building of ecstasy.

“You’re not there yet,” he said, changing the direction of his massaging thumb. The motion sent even more waves of pleasure spiraling through her core.

By the time she finally let loose, she was screaming his name.

He pulled out unexpectedly and straightened his body to rise above her. “Watch,” he said.

Her eyes sought out his slick cock. He gave it two sharp tugs that sent cum shooting across her lower belly. She’d watched him come for her during their video chats, but feeling his load splatter across her skin added a level of eroticism she had not expected. She reached up to pull him against her, squashing his hand and cock between them.

“God, you make me hot, Gabriel Banner.”

He chuckled. “The feeling is mutual, baby,” he said in her ear. After a moment, he shifted away slightly. “So what do you want to try out next? We have all day to continue with our experiments.”

She blindly groped the mattress beside her and picked up another of his unidentifiable toys. “This thing,” she said. She wasn’t sure what it did or even where it went, but if Gabe had designed it, she had no doubt she was going to love it.

~ ~ ~

Melanie had relished her morning of being Gabe’s sexual test subject, but there was something soul-satisfying about just hanging out with him in his cozy kitchen. When they’d found the strength to join the living world—ravenous hunger had driven them from Gabe’s bedroom—they’d made a trip to the store and purchased enough perishables to make a large lunch. They worked well in the kitchen together. Well, he spent most of his time on the deck grilling their steaks and ears of corn while she tossed a salad and baked potatoes, but even though they weren’t in the same room, she felt like part of his life when she was in this house.

“Medium rare,” he said, placing a rather bloody plate on the counter. “And well done for the lady.” He deposited her steak next to his.

“Smells delicious,” she said.

“I’m a much better cook when my mother isn’t breathing down my neck.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “It’s been a great day, hasn’t it?”

It had. There was only one small dark spot on all her joy. She still hadn’t heard from Nikki. On their way to the store, Melanie had called the hotel in New Orleans and they’d patched her through to Gabe’s room. Nikki was supposed to be staying there, but she hadn’t answered. Recognizing Melanie’s distress, Gabe had taken pity on her and had sent Adam, who was staying in the same hotel, to knock on Nikki’s door. She hadn’t responded his summons either. Maybe she’d decided to go back to Wichita after all. It would have been nice of her to let Melanie know that.

The steaks were delicious. The company was delicious. But Melanie’s sense of dread was unsavory at best.

When a familiar ringtone began to blare from her purse in the living room, Melanie paused mid-bite.

“That’s Nikki,” she said and scrambled from her chair, her heart racing.

She pulled out the phone and answered just before it went to voicemail.

“Nikki?” she said. “Where the hell have you been? I’ve been worried sick.”

The only sound Melanie heard was a sniffle on the other end of the line.

“Nikki?”

“Can you come get me?” Nikki said, her voice strained.

“Where are you? Are you still in New Orleans?”

“Y-yeah.”

“I’m in Austin, hon. I can’t come get you until tomorrow.”

“He hurt me, Mel.”

“Who hurt you? What happened? Are you safe?”

“Please. Please, just… just… come get me.” Nikki’s broken gasps tore Melanie’s heart in two.

“Do you need me to call an ambulance? The cops? Nikki, what happened? Tell me.”

“I need you,” she said brokenly. “Please, Mel.”

“I’m on my way.”

Gabe’s rock star card came in handy for getting them to New Orleans quickly. Melanie had tried to get Nikki to tell her what had happened, to get her help from someone who wasn’t 500 miles away, but she was adamant that she just needed Melanie.

Gabe held Melanie’s hand in support and got her on the chartered flight, but she was too consumed with anxiety to even thank him properly.

“I knew I shouldn’t have left her in New Orleans by herself,” she muttered under her breath. “It was only a matter of time before something bad happened to her.”

“It can’t be that bad,” Gabe said. “She won’t even tell you what’s wrong.”

But she could still hear those three words echoing through her head. He hurt me. No amount of cajoling had gotten Nikki to give her any details and when Melanie had threatened to call for emergency services, Nikki had gone completely hysterical and refused to even tell Melanie where she was.

“I’ll tell you where I am when you get to New Orleans,” she’d said.

Melanie knew that Nikki depended on her, but it was more than a little scary to realize how much. If she’d been on a larger plane, Melanie would have started pacing the aisle. As it was, she was feeling incredibly claustrophobic in the tiny, incredibly noisy aircraft, and she’d snapped at Gabe more than once.

“Maybe she’s exaggerating,” Gabe said. “Or making stuff up just to get you to come back a night early.”

Melanie glared at him. “How can you say that?” she spat.” How can you even think that?”

She was glad he was smart enough not to press his theory further. Melanie was still too distraught to want to consider that he might be right.

“She’ll be okay,” he said, running a hand over her hair and pressing a kiss to her temple. “We’ll get her taken care of. I promise.”

Melanie buried her face in her hands and took several deep breaths. Her stomach was seizing with nerves. “I feel like I’m going to throw up,” she said miserably.

“That’s probably my cooking.”