Tell Me

Chapter Eleven

Melanie had been woken at dawn by her full bladder and after using the nearest toilet, she had even taken a moment to find her toiletries so she could brush the road-kill taste from her mouth—so not attractive. But what woke her later that morning wasn’t the call of nature or even the brilliant sunlight streaming in through the double doors that lead to a back deck. No, what pulled her from a delicious sleep was a pair of strong hands slowly drawing her legs apart, tender, teasing kisses at the tops of her thighs, and a soft, wet tongue flicking sparks of pleasure against her clit. Her eyes remained tightly closed, but her mouth fell open as Gabe licked and sucked and kissed her to earth-shattering orgasm.

Her back arched off the bed, her fingers clinging to the sheet beneath her. She cried out in bliss.

Gabe kissed his way up her belly, pausing at her navel to catch between his teeth the bit of jewelry dangling from her piercing. He gave the decoration a firm tug and then continued his path of gentle kisses upward until they were eye to eye.

“That was your good-morning orgasm,” he said. “Here’s your smile.”

He offered her that perfect knockout smile of his, and she melted into the sheets, her heart throbbing in appreciation of his gorgeousness. How wonderful would it be to wake up to that every morning?

“Where’s my smile?” he asked, green eyes twinkling with amusement.

She grinned at him.

“There it is.”

She wondered if he was always so chipper in the morning. She was willing to sacrifice all her time and attention to find out.

“You drool in your sleep,” he said.

Her mouth dropped open in indignation. “I do not!”

“You do. And you snore like…” He made a series of noises that sounded like a rusty chain saw.

She grabbed a pillow and smacked him in the head with it.

“Oh, she wants to fight this morning,” he said.

He grabbed both of her wrists in a vice-like grip and penned them to the bed on either side of her head. Being held down sent her pulse racing. He wouldn’t hurt her, would he? Would she mind if he did? Gabe scooted down her body and blew a loud, rude-sounding raspberry on her chest. She giggled at the strange sensation vibrating through her breast.

“Boobies!” he cried gleefully and blew more raspberries on what he obviously considered his morning entertainment.

She squirmed, trying to release her hands from his grip so she could defend her breasts from his tickling assault. He was relentless.

“What have you been eating, woman? Beans and broccoli?” He blew more raspberries. “Dear God, you should warn a fella.”

She was soon laughing so hard, her stomach ached.

“Gabe!” she yelled. “I can’t breathe.”

“If you can talk, you can breathe,” he said.

She bucked her hips, trying to throw him off. She couldn’t take much more. He caught her nipple in his mouth and she went boneless as pleasure spiked through her breast.

“Mmm, boobies,” he murmured in his most sultry voice.

Melanie snorted with laughter.

“Are you laughing at me, woman?” he asked and lifted his head to steal her breath with his smile. Honestly, the man should do toothpaste commercials.

Melanie pursed her lips and shook her head with as much seriousness as she could muster.

“Then I must be doing something wrong,” he said and blew a raspberry on her throat.

She squealed and scrunched her neck. “Don’t I owe you an orgasm?” she asked, hoping to distract him from his evil plan to make her laugh herself to death.

“Now that you mention it…” He leaped from the bed as if it was on fire. “Stay there.”

“I’m not talented enough to make you come at a distance,” she said.

“You’ve been making me come from hundreds of miles away all week,” he said.

“You’ve been making yourself come, you mean.”

“Trust me; you deserve most of the credit.” He continued across the room toward the far corner. “I want to try something on you. Are you game?”

She knew what the guy liked to try—devices he’d invented to make a woman shatter in bliss. “But it’s your turn to feel good.”

“This one makes us both feel good,” he said.

She couldn’t deny that she was interested. Dr. Kink E. Inventor had a mind as wicked as his body. “Then I’m game.”

Gabe rummaged through an armoire that stood near a pair of doors that led outside. “What kind of lube do you prefer?” he asked.

She was supposed to have a preference? “I’ve never really tried different types of lube. What do you suggest?”

“I have something I think you’ll enjoy.”

She giggled, thinking this conversation sounded like they were deciding on the wine to go with their meal. “Is it the house lube?” she said in a snooty accent.

“House lube?” He obviously didn’t get her joke.

“Like a house wine.”

“No, baby. It’s vintage.”

“As long as it’s not past its expiration date.”

“Only the best for my woman’s pussy.”

“Oh,” she said, liking that he’d called her his woman, but confused by where he wanted to put the lube. “I thought lube was for the um…” She flushed despite herself. “Well, um, I mean, for the, uh, rear entrance.”

He glanced over his shoulder at her and grinned. “Do you want some backdoor action?”

“I liked that thing you used the last time we were together. Remember?” The feel of that large bead popping in and out of her ass with each thrust of his cock into her pussy had driven her insane. In a good way.

“I left that one on the tour bus,” he said.

“Oh,” she said, trying to hide her disappointment.

“But I have other things.”

Of course he did.

He found whatever he was looking for and returned to the side of the bed. She tried to see what he had in his hand but before she could get a good look at it, he flipped her onto her stomach and crawled up on the bed with her. She rolled onto her side and stared at him.

“On your belly,” he said.

“But I want to watch what you’re doing.”

“Nope. On your belly.”

Before she could protest again, he pulled her arm out from under her and she found herself face down again.

Gabe’s hands spread her legs wide, and he leaned over her to nibble and suck on her ass cheeks while he fiddled with something between her thighs. She gave up trying to figure out what he was going to do and closed her eyes, concentrating on the involuntary tightening of her ass each time he nipped her buttocks. She was starting to feel very needy back there and hoped he put her out of her misery soon.

Unfortunately, he ignored her ass. But fortunately, his slippery fingers massaged her pussy, dipped inside and out again, several times, as he added lube and more lube. She felt wetter inside than she ever had. And definitely warmer.

“Is that the lube making me so hot down there?” she asked.

“You’re always hot down here,” he teased, sliding long fingers in and out of her body. The more friction he created, the hotter the lube got. He continued to pleasure her with deep thrusts of his fingers and then used his other hand to squirt something on her ass. He rubbed the slippery substance over her back entrance and when the tip of his finger slipped inside, she jerked in surprise. She still wasn’t accustomed to being touched there, but she did like it. As he added more lubricant, his finger slipped a bit deeper. The two fingers still thrusting into her pussy felt fiery. The one in her ass was surprisingly cool. She decided he was using two different lubes, and she would have thanked him if she could remember how to produce sounds other than moans.

“Ready?” he asked.

For him to fuck her unconscious? Yes, she was definitely ready. She moaned in the affirmative. He pulled his fingers free and something hard pressed against her ass. It entered her with a sudden pop. She gasped in delight. It was one of those beads she so enjoyed. At least that’s what she thought until his fingers massaged more cooling lube around her opening and he pressed forward on the device and another bead popped into her ass. Maybe she was imagining it, but that one felt slightly larger than the first. As he forced a third, a fourth, and a fifth bead into her, she was certain they were getting larger.

“One more,” he said, “and then you’ll find out why my anal beads aren’t like any you’ve tried.”

She didn’t want to dampen his enthusiasm by pointing out that any anal beads were like ones she hadn’t tried because this was a first for her. Due to its size, the pressure caused by the final bead entering her was almost unbearable, but once in place, it felt so delightfully there. She cried out in need, lost in the unfamiliar sensation.

“Are you okay?” Gabe asked. He stroked her thighs, drawing her attention to her trembling legs.

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “Love it.”

He twisted something at the exposed end of the shaft of beads and it took her a moment to even comprehend what was happening. A small marble—or something—was rubbing against the outer surface of her hole in a constant circular trajectory. Each lap of the marble around its track increased her awareness of the pleasure radiating out from and in towards her ass.

“Oh my God, Gabe!” she cried as her pussy and ass clenched rhythmically with the first spasms of release.

“Damn, woman,” he said, “don’t come yet. I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”

She tried clenching her internal muscles to stop the waves of orgasm and was partially successful. Cutting off an orgasm made her feel miserably needy, however, and she shifted against the sheets. Gabe lifted her hips off the bed until she was on her knees with her face still pressed against the mattress. He could have hung her from the ceiling by her ankles at that point and she wouldn’t have protested. She trusted this man to do her right.

“Relax,” he said from behind her. His cock slipped inside her pussy.

“God, yes,” she groaned into the mattress, and rocked back to try to force him deeper.

“Hold still, baby,” he murmured. “Really still. Until I’m all the way inside.”

She whimpered and concentrated on remaining still. That little marble rubbing her ass was driving her freaking insane. She needed to come immediately.

It occurred to her that even with the lube, Gabe was having difficulty entering her. And he was so thick. Much thicker than usual. He spread her legs wider, until her hips protested their overextension. Face buried in the mattress, she reached her arms over her head and clung to the sheets.

Gabe used his hands to ease her pussy wider. She was pretty sure he was trying to rip her in half.

“It’ll hurt for just a second,” he promised. He grabbed her hips and suddenly thrust hard. A large bump on the underside of his cock stretched her beyond her limit.

She whimpered in pain.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered. “I need to design a better way to insert it. I promise it will feel amazing once I find your spot.”

Gabe, plus whatever sleeve he was wearing over his cock, slipped deeper. When the thickened nub on the underside of the device rubbed against her front wall and found the spot he was referring to, she groaned.

“There it is,” he said. “I’m going to turn it on now. Are you ready?”

She didn’t know what she was agreeing to, but she nodded. The nub inside her vibrated hard against her G-spot, and pleasure shot through her entire body. Gabe began to move and apparently the sleeve around his cock was doing something for him too because he was groaning and gasping and swearing under his breath with each thrust. The motion of his hips moved the cock sleeve just enough to rub that maddening vibrating nub against Melanie’s G-spot over and over and over again. She wasn’t sure when she’d started coming, but she was pretty sure she wouldn’t ever be able to stop.

“Tell me when you come, baby, so I can pull out the beads,” he said.

“I’m already.” She gasped.

“Did I miss it? I can’t tell when I’m wearing the sleeve. It massages the base of my cock so good, but it prevents me from feeling you squeeze me when you come.”

“Still… coming. Oh… God.”

“Take a deep breath.”

She tried, but she was gasping too hard. Were those tears on her cheeks? Or drool? Was it possible to literally explode from pleasure?

She felt a harsh tug on her ass and the first bead popped free. She cried out, her fingers clinging to the bedclothes beneath her face as she held on for another round of exquisite pleasure. The successive and rapid removal of the beads sent deeper waves of bliss crashing through her body. She couldn’t even track what was happening to her any longer. Gabe soothed her raw and quivering ass with his fingertips. She whimpered as he thrust his hips faster and churned deep inside her. She wasn’t sure when she started begging for mercy, but she simply couldn’t take any more.

“Too much, Gabe. Too much. Too much. Oh God.”

“Rub your clit,” Gabe murmured. “It will help.”

“I don’t need to come again,” she snapped. “I need to stop coming.”

“Well, if you won’t do what you’re told…”

Still massaging her in the back with one hand, he reached his free hand around her and massaged her clit with the exact same cadence. She cried out as a more familiar orgasm ripped through her pussy, and he was right—it let the one caused by overstimulation of her G-spot to fade from torture to bliss.

Gabe’s motions became jerky behind her, and he called out as he joined her in release. He shook and sputtered far longer than was usual, and then he collapsed against her back, his arms falling limp on either side of her body.

“That was fucking amazing,” he murmured.

She murmured something unintelligible in agreement. She’d never felt anything like what she’d just experienced. That had been so much more than a typical orgasm. She was going to name it megagasm. Or she would once she remembered how to move her tongue.

“I have to pull out before I’m too soft,” Gabe said. “It should be easier coming out than going in.”

She was boneless, so she didn’t have to concentrate on relaxing for him. It was the only condition she could experience at the moment. He tugged the device free of her body and set it aside. She would admire its ingenious design eventually. For now she would just lie face-down on the bed and float on a sea of tranquility.

She must have nodded off. Her next conscious sensation was a wet tickle against the sole of one foot. She lifted her head and found Beau sampling the flavor of her toes.

“Gabe,” she mumbled. “I think your dog wants out.”

“He’s already been out,” Gabe said. “There’s a doggie door to the back yard.”

She flopped her head over in the other direction and found Gabe lying beside her, looking as exhausted as she felt.

“How long have I been unconscious?” she asked.

“I’m not sure. I think it’s already Tuesday.”

She chuckled. “So four days?”

“At least.”

Melanie stretched languorously and snuggled up against Gabe’s side. “What?” she said, “No breakfast in bed? What kind of host are you?”

He squeezed her hand. “I’ll take you out to a great little diner for breakfast,” he said. “As soon as I can move.”

“I can’t believe you’re worn out already.” The reason she was giving him such a hard time was because she was pretty sure her quivering legs would be unable to support her. “Is that jetted tub in your bathroom big enough for two?” she asked. Maybe a nice underwater massage would rejuvenate her tired muscles and soothe the ache between her thighs.

“Yeah.”

She forced her exhausted body to slide from the bed. She was surprised when her legs supported her weight. “Care to join me?”

“Baby, I couldn’t fuck you right now if my life depended on it.”

“That’s not why I asked,” she said. “I’m craving the pleasure of your company, not your cock.”

“I’ll be there in a minute,” he promised and closed his eyes, his face slack.

She smiled, figuring he’d need the better of the part of the morning to recover, not just a minute, but she hobbled toward the bathroom and turned on the faucets to fill the enormous sunken tub with hot water. His bathroom was larger than her entire apartment. And why a single man would need a huge shower with dozens of showerheads was beyond her comprehension.

When the tub was half-full, she collected her shampoo, conditioner, and body wash and climbed into the hot, soothing water. She found an unmarked button on the side of the tub and pushed it, hoping she wasn’t about to be violated by one of Gabe’s crazy inventions, but the tub sputtered and whirred and began to shoot jets of water over her flesh. She sighed in bliss as the massage worked miracles on her aching muscles. She sank beneath the water, wetting her hair, and then jerked upward with an explosive splash when something brushed against her shoulder.

Gabe chuckled. “Did I startle you?”

“Nope,” she said. “That’s how I always wash my hair. Whiplash makes it more manageable.”

“Can I show you how I’d wash it?”

He sank down behind her in the tub, with her seated between his legs.

“Um, yeah, okay,” she said. “But be careful not to get lost in there. My hair’s a rats’ nest this morning.”

“I love your hair,” he said. He turned off the water and then reached for the shampoo. He dumped enough on his palm to wash a small mohawk. She didn’t bother to correct his folly. He’d soon figure out that it took at least half a travel-sized bottle to clean her thick and unruly locks.

“You have gorgeous hair,” he said, burrowing his fingers in the wet mass and snagging on several tangles. “It’s one of the million things about you that I can’t stop thinking about.”

She giggled. “I can’t stop thinking about your hair either.”

He added more shampoo to his hands and began to work it into a rich lather, massaging her scalp so deeply that she sighed in bliss.

“Yeah, well, my hair is pretty unforgettable,” he said.

“It’s your smile that’s unforgettable,” she said and moaned in contentment as he continued to massage frothy, clean-smelling bubbles into her hair.

“If you keep making those sounds, my brain’s going to issue a check that my cock can’t cash.”

“Feels so good,” she murmured. “Don’t stop.”

He washed her hair until her entire body was relaxed, and then he eased her forward so she could lower her head back into the water in the open space between his legs. His fingers worked the shampoo from her hair.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, and she opened her eyes to gaze up at him. He appeared upside down to her, but she could tell he was enjoying the view of her wet, naked body almost as she was enjoying the water jets against the soles of her feet.

“Your hair floating all around me,” he said. “Your skin shiny wet. Your breasts peeking above the surface of the water. Beautiful.”

He cupped her breasts and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. She shuddered, unable to stop the flood of heat his touch always caused. It didn’t matter that her pussy was tender from the pounding he’d given it less than an hour before, she could feel herself swelling with desire once more.

He helped her sit up again and began to work conditioner into her hair.

“Taking a bath was a great idea,” he said. “My body has decided it can handle a bit more physical activity if you’re game.”

“I’m game,” she said. “You’ll have to take it easy on me though, I’m a little sore.” She flushed as soon as she said it. Were they far enough into their relationship that she could share her discomfort with him?

“Then I’ll try to curb my enthusiasm for your body until later. You’ll just have to dazzle me with your mind.”

She laughed. “Not much dazzling in there,” she said. Not when compared to someone as smart as Gabe was.

“So what do you do with your time outside of accounting and babysitting Nikki?” he asked. “What’s your family like? Did you have pets growing up? Tell me everything.”

“Babysitting Nikki is a full-time job in itself,” she said with a laugh.

“How did you meet her?”

“I first met her when I was six. We spent an entire summer playing in the park. Then she moved away and I lost track of her. Imagine my surprise when she was assigned as my roommate freshman year of college.”

“So you two are the same age?” he asked. “You always seem so much older than her.”

“Gee, thanks. Call the retirement home, Melanie’s escaped again.”

“I didn’t mean old, I meant more mature. Like you have your life together. Know what you’re doing.”

“Does anyone really know what they’re doing? Some of us are just better than others at pretending we have a fail-proof plan. Did you plan to be a rock drummer?”

“Well, no, I didn’t plan it.”

“There you go.”

“Did you always plan to be an accountant?”

She laughed. “Nope. I wanted to be an entomologist, but my parents convinced me that collecting butterflies was not a reasonable vocation for a responsible individual.”

Thinking about butterflies made her think about Nikki, reminding Melanie that she still hadn’t called or texted. Melanie couldn’t help the worry that churned in her belly. Or maybe she was just hungry.

“See, now, that’s interesting,” he said. “I figured you’d be the type to squeal like a girl when confronted by an insect.”

“First off, I am a girl. You’d think the breasts would have clued you in.” She swept both hands at her fully displayed boobs as if she were a game show hostess showing fabulous prizes. “And second, I’m not fond of all insects. Just butterflies. I used to collect them as a child. Dead bugs all over my bedroom walls—pinned to little squares of cotton batting inside wooden shadow boxes, their wings pressed flat against the glass. Kind of morbid, don’t you think?”

“Not at all. If you hung cockroaches and dung beetles on your wall, I might be a tad concerned, but butterflies? I’m sure they were pretty. Maybe we’ll see some at the lake today. You can tell me their species.”

She hadn’t focused on butterflies for years. “If I remember them.”

“Tell me about your parents. From what little you’ve mentioned, they sound a bit stuffy.”

“Stuffy? That’s putting it mildly. They were so overprotective, I’m surprised they allowed me to breathe unpurified air.”

“Why were they so overprotective? Because you were so cute?” He tapped her nose.

She shook her head, not because she hadn’t been a cute kid, but because their reasons were a bit deeper than that.

“They were in their mid-40s when I was born. I had an older brother, but he drowned in a kiddie pool in the back yard years and years before I came into the world. He was only three, but his loss devastated my parents and they weren’t planning on having any more kids. Then surprise! Melanie decides to defy all forms of birth control and make her entrance. They were so afraid of losing me that they smothered me. I can’t be too angry with them about it. And at least I never had to wonder if I was loved. What about your family? You never talk about them.”

“Not much to say. Eternally married, well-rounded, fairly nonpsychotic parents. Three kids spaced exactly eighteen months apart. Two family dogs. Happy home. Very boring.”

“You have siblings?”

“Yeah, two sisters. Both older.”

“Are they also musically inclined?” she asked, trying to picture what his sisters would look like, who they were. And she wondered about his parents too. She wished she could meet them all. Maybe someday.

“Nope. I got all the percussion genes in the family.”

“Are your sisters married? Do they have kids? Are you an uncle?” She wondered what Gabe was like with kids. Weren’t men who were good with animals supposed to be good with kids? His dogs obviously adored him.

“Not yet. My mom is dying for grandkids,” he said. “I’m glad she has my sisters to pester about it. Being the youngest and her only son does have its perks.”

Under a running tap, Melanie rinsed the conditioner from her hair and turned to face him.

“Can we go fishing now?” she asked.

“Breakfast first,” he said.

She’d forgotten she was starving. “Okay, then fishing.”

“I thought you didn’t want to go fishing.”

“I couldn’t care less about fishing,” she admitted, “but we’ll have all day together to talk just like this, right?”

He smiled with thought-shattering perfection. “I suppose we will.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips. “Best plans ever. We don’t even have to make love for the rest of the day, and I’ll be perfectly content.”

Gabe lifted both hands to in an attempt to calm her obvious hysterics. “Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!” he said. “Let’s not get hasty here.”

Melanie climbed from the tub, and reached for a towel. “I’ll also be perfectly content with anything you want to try, Dr. Kink.”