Loose Ends Ch. 07byTangledinYou©
Author's Note: Hey everyone! I just want to start off by saying this is NOT the last chapter. Lol. As I've told you already, time for me to finish this story in one fell swoop is wearing thin. I'm still going to try and get the rest out to you before I leave...but if I can't, and if for some reason this ends up being the last chapter for a few months, I hope you enjoy it and that you all know how much I appreciate your support. And once again, big thanks to August, Soular, TheKiss, and M.C.
Check my profile for updates. I'll keep you updated on my progress until January 12th... and then I'll be off on a new adventure. But I will come back later to finish up Gabriel and Nicole's story. Thanks, enjoy, and love you all very much. :)
Time passed by both quicker and slower than expected, and before Nicole knew it, the middle of May was in sight. She wondered if things could get any more boring and sluggish some days then she would look up and a week had flown by, bringing her that much closer to the time when she would be without Gabriel for two months, starting in late June. Since he'd gotten busier by the day, she'd begun filling up the time she couldn't spend with him writing. She fiddled around with a short story she'd written for her Creative Writing class in college and extended it before she showed, Gabe the work she'd done on it. They'd both been shocked by how much he'd liked it, and his encouragement gave her an extra boost to keep going, even when her day job made her feel too depressed/homicidal to want to write.
Jackie was getting bigger by the day and hilariously unhappy about it. Ian proved he had the patience of a saint in that regard, and talks of a wedding after the baby was born were becoming more official. At least her sister had a decent sense of style, and Nicole could count on not having to wear an ugly ass bridesmaids dress whenever Jackie and Ian did tie the knot.
The jealousy Travis inspired had thankfully diffused after that day at the movies. He'd called once to catch up and find out what the deal was with Gabriel, but after that he had once again disappeared into the background. He'd told her if she ever found herself single again, he'd be more than happy to pick up where they left off. She'd been polite and told him she wouldn't lose his number. She hadn't told Gabriel about that conversation, though. It would have pissed him off to no end, something that would have been pointless since he had nothing to worry about when it came to Travis. He had enough to deal with now that the band was doing even better than expected, especially since they were just starting out.
MTV and all the promotional gigs the guys did had been very good for Fool The World, to the point where they were getting recognized. It wasn't out of hand, just the occasional random stranger here and there who was familiar with their early stuff or had seen their video. But there had been a few occasions when Nicole had to stop herself from hissing and baring her claws at the girls who threw themselves at Gabe.
Usually she took it all in stride, but on this particular night when a rather rude and persistent girl had refused to take a hint after getting an autograph, Nicole decided to be rude back. She stared the girl in the eye during some vapid recount of a Fool The World show, grabbed Gabriel by the crotch and growled, "this is mine". The girl looked so shocked by being blatantly called out for flirting that she ran off with her tail tucked between her legs. Gabriel had been embarrassed, but couldn't stop laughing in shock either. That night when they got back to her place she all but attacked him to assert her dominance over any other woman. His laughter soon turned into moans and growls and Nicole was more than pleased with that. Nicole collapsed against Gabriel's chest, panting and staring up at the ceiling with his cock still clasped firmly inside her tight ass. She was almost horrified to realize that after coming several times tonight, it wasn't enough. She reached down between her legs, rubbing her hot, sticky nether lips and then reached down further to caress the balls still filled with Gabe's third offering. She heard him groan desperately in her ear at that way she touched him and clenched him inside of her while she lay recovering. She heard him whisper a curse of pleasure before he turned her face to his and pillaged her mouth with his tongue. He tasted like sex itself; any doubt that her body could handle another orgasm was dispelled when he deepened the kiss and bit at her full bottom lip. His hands came around to grasp her breasts in firm circular massages that made her chest rise and fall more rapidly to feel his caress. Already her hips were starting to pick up that familiar rhythm, her body relentless in its pursuit of more pleasure.
"Come with me this time, babe," she whispered against his lips. "Come with me."
He smiled softly, brushing her hair from her cheek. "You've been such a bad girl, I wonder if I should even let you come again," he whispered with a grin. Her moan and the way she pumped her hips made him harder, and more excited to see just how much he could torture her before they both collapsed. She had already tortured him tonight by making him come several times before he was ready. She pulled out all the stops, did everything she knew would drive him crazy. And now it was his turn. "Maybe if you beg me, Nic..."
Her body was on fire and goosebumps covered her skin. Her nipples and clit hardened even more, if that was possible, and the look in his eyes let her know she might have just stepped into one of those impromptu games of his. The kind where he always seemed to win, because of his stranglehold on her body's responses. She needed to come again, desperately, perhaps for the last time tonight before she passed out, and she needed him to let her. She needed him to give her more. She swallowed and pleaded, "Please, Gabriel..."
He tweaked her taut nipples, pinching them and pulling them away from her breasts until pleasure and pain were doing a seductive dance. "That's my dirty girl," he whispered, licking at her trembling lips. "You always sound so pretty when you beg for me." His smile was sweet, but his voice was steel when he said, "Ride it, sweetheart. And you better not come till I tell you. You understand me?"
She nodded slowly and whispered. "Yes."
She hoped he would be merciful, or be too turned on to torture her for long. She felt her body flush with more heat, and her pussy get even wetter with anticipation of what he had in store.
He released her breasts and gave her room to heed his order however she wanted. She sat all the way up, planting her feet on the bed, and leaned forward until her arms hands were braced on his lean thighs and started to ride him. She wanted so badly to rub her clit, but she knew she needed to keep things slow if she wanted to last. He couldn't resist coming when she made her hips dance in tantalizing circles around him, and if she got him to start his orgasm first, she could time it so that he didn't care when she was lost control. She'd beat him at his own game.
Or so she thought.
Gabriel knew her too well. He knew every time she ground her ass in tight circles over his cock that she was trying to drive him crazy. She lifted and lowered herself in slow motion, obviously sensing that the view of his long thick shaft disappearing inside of her, coupled with the sensation of his cock being caressed between those firm cheeks and the sound of moans, would be his undoing. He smiled even as he bit his bottom lip against the loops turning in his stomach and the pulses of pleasure assaulting his cock. Then he smacked her ass hard, relishing the sound of her scream of surprise. He sat up on his elbow and tugged on her hair until she leaned back again, bracing her hands on the bed for leverage with her temple pressed against his.
"If I'd wanted you to tease it, Nic, I'd have said so," he growled in her ear, before giving her an almost sweet kiss on her cheek. "Now fucking ride it."
She sighed with arousal at his harsh words, at his teeth nibbling her neck, and her hips rising and falling over him. She felt him sit up even further until he braced himself on one hand. He released her hair and used that same hand to palm a full breast while she moved faster. He stroked his hand softly down the rapid rise and fall of her stomach. His fingers were so gentle, and moved so slowly, that she thought she might come before he even touched her between her trembling thighs. Finally those talented calloused fingertips reached their destination. He rubbed her pulsing slit while she bucked against his fingers, steadily picking up the rhythm, lifting his knees so that he could pump his hips more efficiently.
A shockwave of pleasure after a good, deep stroke hit her so hard, that her thighs snapped closed and her knees clicked together while she struggled not to come. She was hissing in shallow breaths, her entire body as tense as if she were sinking into a hot bath. She just needed a minute to collect herself and regain her composure. But that would have defeated the purpose of the game for Gabriel, which is why he pumped his hips again and again, hard and deep into her ass until she writhed and whimpered in pleasure.
"I know you can move faster than that, Nic," he said with a swat to her firm ass that made her squeal and immediately ride him faster again.
She was fucked. There was no way she was going to outlast him. She felt that intense fluttering coursing through her pussy, the butterflies in her stomach, and the pleasure pulsing through the clenched hole he was penetrating. She swallowed hard and obeyed his command, lifting and lowering her ass over his cock frantically. She bit her lip and clutched the sheets, scrapped at his thighs, desperate to ward off the inevitable. But the tension built in her lower body, that delicious tingling that she tried like hell to fight.
Gabriel didn't know who was "suffering" more. She was so tight and soft inside, and every massage of the soaked fissure between her thighs made her spasm around his cock. He was locked in a vice grip of pleasure, and he was just grateful that he'd already come twice, or he would have spurted into her canal much earlier. Still, if he kept this up he'd end up coming anyway, and miss out on the opportunity to have her squirming for him, calling out for him in that desperate way that drove him crazy. He fell back onto the bed and pulled her with him so that she was lying against his chest, brought his knees in, and started building up speed to match the powerful lunges penetrating her. One hand wrapped around her waist, and the other dipped into the nectar flowing freely between her widespread thighs.
"You love this hard cock in your ass, don't you, little girl?" he asked, biting hard on the lobe of her ear while he fucked her. He buried himself hard, getting balls deep each time into the soft tight hole, and wagged his fingers faster and faster over her juicy opening.
She whimpered in response and rotated her hips even faster, grinding and clasping her muscles over the solid length and width filling her. It felt so good, and she was so close, that her thighs clenched against the sensations flooding her body. She was completely distracted and undone by the pleasure. But she'd forgotten the cardinal rule when it came to Gabriel. It didn't matter what was going on. It didn't matter how close she was to release. When he asked her a question, he expected an answer. He wanted dirty words to go nicely with her cries and moans of lust.
When her voice didn't form those words, he smacked her pussy hard and fast, over and over. He laughed at how hysterical she became, even as the sensation of her tensing around him made him groan.
"I asked you if you like the way I'm fucking you, Nic."
His sharp slaps had driven her even closer to coming before he'd given her permission. She reached out to cover the soaked flesh with her hand and protect it from his relentless teasing, crying out, "I love it! God, you know I do!!" She practically sobbed with need. "I need to fucking come, Gabriel! Please tell me I can come! Please!"
"I know you do, sweetheart. I know you do..."
He caressed her tender flesh soothingly to contrast the sharp thrusts while she clutched the arm looped around her waist. Her nails dug into the veined flesh of his forearm while he heard her swallow and sigh as his strokes over her pussy and between her clenched cheeks grew more purposeful. Their bodies sped up now, and he felt her starting to come, especially when his middle finger toyed with her by sliding in and out of her hungry slit. The creamy skin of her back felt soft sliding against his chest and stomach, and the smell of her hair overwhelmed his senses. Gabe could almost taste how ready she was and the feel of her body close to his consumed him. He anticipated her unraveling as much as she did.
"Oh, yes," she breathed, and those simple words, uttered as little more than a moan on her lips, sent a shiver of arousal down his spine, straight to the head of his cock. His body seized with the pleasure, and he knew that he had to make her come soon or he was going to end up joining her. He wasn't ready for that just yet.
Her head lolled back against his shoulder and her back arched and fell as her hips ground over his cock. His fingers moved faster. His body worked to bring her to the brink, and she moved with the relief of being free to come. She whispering for him to keep going, telling him that she was close. So close.
She yelped in pained ecstasy when he slapped her swollen pussy. He gave it sharp, short smacks, tugged on her hair and slammed his hips into hers faster in an effort to drive her over the edge. It worked perfectly. He made her so hot, so wet with his rough treatment; she thought the center of her universe was pulsing like a second heartbeat between her legs. So close. She was so fucking close.
And then his voice cut through the haze of her much needed release.
"You're not gonna come are you?" He used his grip on her hair to turn her face to him. His smile was devilish, his eyes dark and hypnotizing in their intensity. While he continued to stroke her clit and finger her wet opening he said sweetly, "I know I didn't say you could come yet, sweetheart. Did I?"
That was right. He hadn't said she could come, just that he knew she needed to. And now she was too far gone to reign herself in again. His words and the way he manipulated her body poured gasoline on the fire, and she couldn't stop the flames anymore. She tried, but they both knew with every plunge of his body into hers how futile it all was. He laughed at the way she exhaled sharply and tried to still her body. But she couldn't stop writhing and bucking against him, and soon it didn't matter if she moved or not. He was moving enough for the both of them.
"S-stop! Fuck!!" she squealed as she slammed her eyes shut. "Gabriel, please! I... s-slow down. I can't -I'm going to --"
"Are you gonna fucking come after I told you not to? Is that what you're gonna do?" he growled through gritted teeth, pumping faster and faster.
Gabriel huffed frantically and gritted his teeth against the ecstasy coursing through his body. He didn't want to come yet, and he knew that he could outlast her, but fuck if it wasn't almost painful to hold it in as he pounded into her perfect ass. He wasn't letting up, though. He wasn't stopping. Instead, sensing that all he had to do was keep up his pace, he abandoned her clit to grasp her around her throat, kept her jerking body firmly in place with his other arm, and rode her fast and hard towards her finish line.
"P-please, Gabriel!" she cried out, and this time it was for him to do anything but stop. She was too far gone. "Oh please, oh please, oh f-fuck!!"
She came hard and long, until her arms were shook, her hands clawed at his arms and the sheets, and her thighs trembled. She felt her body shatter from the pleasure and slowly being piece back together by his pumping hips, his fingers constricting around her throat, and then his lips consuming hers when he turned her face to his.
Gabriel arched against the bed and groaned against her mouth at the feel of her clenching him within her body. Through some strange miracle of human will power he hadn't come, and that was good for what he had planned next. He gathered up his breath and his composure and turned Nicole's spasm-ridden body over, resting against her back for a moment while still locked inside her pulsating opening.
"I told you not to come till I said, sweetheart," he teased softly, swiping her hair to the side so that he could see her face and nibble on her ear.
Her arms trembled and her fists had a death grip on the sheets. He slowly started moving within her, drawing a gasp from her parched throat. She couldn't stop her body from responding and he continued to claim victory over her. Every shallow thrust, every breath against her cheek and every brush of his skin against hers seemed to bring on another mini orgasm, until it all rolled into one endless loop of overwhelming euphoria. Just when it finally came to a stand still, his deep, raspy voice filled her ear, and her body rushed anew with a need that made her shiver.
"You know I'm gonna make you pay, don't you?" he murmured in her ear.
Another violent shiver coursed through her. When she found her voice she tried to stammer out, "I-I'm sorry... "
He pulled his cock out and then surged back in, turning her words into little more that a hushed scream. Then he did it again. And again. Until she was almost crying from the pleasure.
She should have thought this through. If she had, she wouldn't have made him come so hard earlier. Now he was fucking her on recharged batteries and would be able to take his time getting revenge for the way she took out her insatiable hunger on him. He'd be able to fuck her almost to the point of insanity, and then pull away and let her stew in that insanity, making her beg for a climax that wouldn't come until he said. All that stamina, all that confidence and ability to turn her on was a blessing and a curse. If only she could have said she was too tired for more, that her body couldn't take it. But she needed to come again. She almost laughed, thinking if her neighbor hated her now, she was going to get a voodoo doll with her name on it after tonight. Because Gabriel was far from finished.
"No...you're not sorry, yet," he hissed softly in her ear with a little laugh. He surged in again and she squealed with hunger. "But you will be..."
"I just don't fucking like her."
Nicole paused in the middle of sipping her beer and turned her attention to the upper level of the bar, to where Meredith had just finished whipping Q's ass at a game of pool. A cigarette dangled between her pouty lips as she bent over to take a shot. Q looked crestfallen when she stood up, and a slightly amused look was on Meredith's face as she held her hand out for the money he reluctantly gave her. Fool The World as well as Mere, the Spirts' guitarist, Kyle, and her friend, Amber, had gone out together after rehearsals to eat and relax at a favorite bar and grill. Gabe, Jonny, Nuke, and Chase were at a pool table across the way, while Nicole and Trish waited at the bar for their food to get done and sent to their table.
Nicole didn't have a hard time understanding why Trish wasn't a fan of Meredith's. For starters, she never had a bad wardrobe day, even when she wore in a plain grey tank top and dark jeans. Everything seemed custom made for her, and she never appeared uncomfortable. She had the confidence that she could strut around the guys, talking about cars and music, and know they'd hit on her all night. Still, there was a difference between not feeling someone, and having barely contained disdain for them. She turned to Trish and quirked an eyebrow.