“You like me… I can tell,” I whisper, “and there are so many things I can do for you that Helen can’t. It can be our little secret; I won’t tell Pax if you don’t tell Satan.”
I feel his dick grow even stiffer as I trace my tongue over the soft edge of his ear and begin to lay rough kisses down his neck.
“We have to stop,” he breathes out.
With my wrists in his hand, he pushes me onto my back, rendering me useless and for a brief moment, he stares at me with angst until he gives in and his lips collide with mine.
I can’t get enough of his delicate tongue as his hand makes its way south and into my shorts.
I moan into his mouth and he lets go of my wrists so he can undress in a flurry as I work quickly to rid myself of my clothing as well.
In the heat of the moment, the only person I can seem to think about is Pax, so I decide I should keep this oral for the time being.
Gabe has a generously sized dick, although it’s not quite what I’m used to, but I drop to my knees and lick the length of it, before stopping.
“Did you fuck my mother last night? Please tell me you washed this thing.”
“What? No! And I showered this morning.”
“Good,” I gargle out as I swirl my tongue around the tip of his dick.
Just the thought of Satan fucking this guy turned me off completely, but I’m going to finish the job just in case I need ammo for later.
I take him into my mouth slowly, studying his length with my tongue, before I start to suck him hard.
“Ahhh, that feels fucking incredible,” he mumbles. His hands are planted firmly on my shoulders as I begin to ease him in and out of my mouth at a steady pace. He’s not overly lengthy like Pax, and I can take him all the way to the back of my throat.
I can feel the back of his thighs starting to tense as he rocks himself to the same rhythm I’m using.
His dick is pulsating in my mouth as his hand finds its way into my hair, tugging at it, so I quicken my pace realizing he’s close.
“Yes, like that, right there.”
“Mmm-hmmm,” I hum.
My lips are becoming numb as I continue sucking and moaning; guys like it when they think it’s turning you on, at least I know Pax does. He loves when I moan and slobber during a blowjob.
Gripping my hair, Gabe stops abruptly.
“You need to stop now if you don’t want me to cum in your mouth,” he warns.
I hum uh-uh and keep my rapid pace as I smack his ass, hoping he will get the idea and understand I plan to swallow.
He thrusts into my mouth hard, pressing my face into his pubic hair and I begin to feel the pulse of his liberation.
“Fuck… holy fuck, God yes,” he moans.
Swallowing the continuous spilling of his cum, he finishes, and I release his dick, kissing it lightly before I get to my feet.
“That was incredible,” he says, pulling up his pants. “Now it’s my turn to pleasure you.”
“I’m good,” I smile, throwing my sweater on. “Kind of lost my mojo thinking of you fucking Satan. But let me pour us a drink.”
“Well, that doesn’t seem fair, at least let me try to get you hot and bothered again.”
“It’s fine. Really, I’m not in the mood right now, but maybe later,” I lie, taking in his unhappy expression.
“Right, okay. I’ll have a scotch if you’ve got any then.”
I pour us both a glass over ice and take a seat at the table watching as he eyeballs an abstract that hangs above the loveseat. He’s got a nice physique, he’s in shape, but not nearly as toned as Pax; nothing about him is anything like Pax. A sudden flush of guilt runs through me as Gabe takes a seat, sipping his drink.
“So, you really aren’t going to tell your mother about this are you?”
His eyes scan my face, likely searching for honesty.
“Of course not. I don’t think another martini glass to the head sounds particularly inviting. Besides, she would tell Pax just to get me back since he’s always refused her advances.”
“I thought he was your roommate. Is he your boyfriend?”
“No, but he’s a tad protective of me and he hates lawyers, and when I say hate, I mean he won’t hesitate to tear you apart limb from limb and dump your body in a hole somewhere.”
“Jesus! I could tell he didn’t like me, but I figured it was because I’m seeing your mom. Now I have to worry about that fucking animal finding out I let you blow me. Thanks for the warning,” he gripes.
“Oh, stop overreacting. Whiskey isn’t going to find out. He’s not even here; he’s been gone since Saturday on one of his Lone Ranger missions. Now drink up and go crawl back to the Devil.”
“Wow, you really are something sweet, aren’t you?” he asks rhetorically. “What is the deal with you and Helen anyway?”
“I already told you… she’s a twisted cunt. My father’s downfall in life, an infection. She’s like a poison that taints you over time, slowly doing enough damage to hurt you but never enough to kill you. I’m sure you’ll find that out all on your own though.”
I slam my drink and pour another, wondering why he wants to discuss my stained existence.
“Has she always been an alcoholic? I can’t believe the way she can drink.”
“Yep,” I say, pouring him another, “she’s also always had an addiction to throwing tantrums and breaking shit. My head
