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Monica didn’t stay long after what happened. She was stunned to the point of shock and barely said anything after the initial conversation. She hugged me goodbye and told me she’d call me after she had time to process. On the contrary, she didn’t say much to James, making me wonder if the saw this whole thing as his fault. That he’d preyed on me or somehow coerced me into this. That I was the young naïve girl that got in over my head. She’d even said it. “You know better.” I’d seen the disdain in her eyes when she said it. But I also saw the hurt, the shame, the and the worry. I’d spent so long dreading this moment and while it could have gone worse—she told us she wouldn’t say anything to our parents—I still felt the tension radiating off of her.
“Did that actually happen?” I look up at James as he makes his way towards me after dead bolting the door after Monica left. “Like our sister… caught us…” I let out a deep breath as the anxiety unfurls in my chest. Every time I close my eyes, I see the look of horror on her face. I can hear her screaming almost hysterically.
“Unfortunately.” He scratches the back of his neck and drops on the couch next to me. “At least she hugged you goodbye, she barely even looked at me.”
“It might be the whole seeing her older brother’s dick thing?” I purse my lips, wondering how I’d feel if I walked in on my parents which is the only scenario I could equate to how Monica might be feeling.
“I don’t think she even saw my dick; you were sitting on me.” He rubs his eyes and leans back and stares up at the ceiling. “She’s never going to look at me the same.”
I frown, thinking about how awkward and tense family gatherings are going to be. Monica wears her feelings on her face and has zero filter so I worry about something slipping out of her mouth even unintentionally. “I don’t think she’ll tell mom and dad.”
“I don’t either.” He agrees but I can tell he wants to say something else.
“What is it?”
His full lips form a frown and I can see the emotions all over his face. He’s hurt. “I’ve just known Monica since I was three years old. Almost twenty-seven years.” He winces. “And in thirty fucking seconds, everything changed.” He lets out a deep breath before his eyes meet mine. “I wasn’t ready for her to find out and obviously not the way she did.”
“She’s not going to be angry forever. She’s not going to ignore you forever. If I have to, I’ll talk to her. She’ll listen to me.” I’m still processing everything myself but I want to be there for James if he’s starting to spiral over our very unconventional relationship. Could he possibly want out now? Is he thinking that he never wants to have this conversation again so better just to end it?
“Yeah.” He says, not giving up anything and I contemplate pressing him to open up but I stay silent, knowing he’ll talk to me when he’s ready. He runs his hand over his jaw, scratching the stubble before he stands and stretches his arms to the ceiling. He extends his hand to me and I take it wanting nothing more than to be close to him after one of the toughest afternoons I’ve ever had and all of the doubts racing through my head in response. He leads me to the bedroom and drops to the bed instantly letting his eyes flutter closed. He holds his arms out and I climb onto the bed and into his embrace, letting my head rest just beneath his chin.
“Everything is going to be fine, J.” I whisper as he begins to stroke my back.
“Eventually.” He murmurs.
I’d fallen into a troubled sleep from the events of the day when a sensation down south wakes me from my slumber. A moan escapes my lips and instinctively, I reach for the source of the feeling and feel a silky head of hair between my legs. “Oh fuck,” I hear myself whisper as he drags his tongue slowly through my slit. I don’t think I’m fully awake yet but I can feel everything. My back arches just as he sucks my clit into his mouth and my body begins to buzz with anticipation. Lightning zips up my spine as I begin to chase my orgasm. My pussy aches for my release as it tingles under his sinful tongue that rubs against me at rapid speed. Just as I’m on the precipice of an orgasm, he pushes my knees to my chest, and pulls his tongue away from my clit as he drives his tongue inside of my cunt; fucking me with his tongue the way he would his cock. His tongue is so deep inside of me it takes my breath away and I find myself struggling to breathe. His hand reaches around me and begins to rub at my clit and I feel so overstimulated.
“Hold your legs,” he tells me and I obey. His hand finds my throat as he continues to eat my cunt and I can honestly say I’ve never felt as vulnerable or as sexy as I do in this moment.
“Co—ming,” I manage to get out, and at the high of my orgasm, he lets my throat go.
I hear him gasp, but then I’m pretty sure I lose consciousness for a second because for a moment, I don’t see or hear him. I can only feel the full body sensation that he created.
“Fuck me, J,” I mumble, as I grab onto his head and begin moving my hips against his face. My eyes fully open again and when I look down, I let out a sexy sigh at the fact that he’s staring up at me, his dark blue eyes dilated and filled with lust. He pulls back slightly and the trail of spit connecting his mouth to my cunt makes my whole body feel like it’s on fire.
“I’ve never wanted anything or anyone as much as I’ve wanted you, Gabrielle,” he murmurs against me, before taking long slow licks through my slit. Despite how sensitive I am, my body begins to build again when his tongue returns to my clit. “This and us…it’s the best thing that ever happened to me.” His words are my undoing and I feel my body falling apart under his sexy mouth again. His eyes are still transfixed on me and our eyes stay locked as I fall over the edge.
“Fuck fuck fuck. James, I’m coming again.” I moan. “Oh my fucking God, yes!”
“Do you love when I do this? Do you love when I suck your clit into my mouth?” He taps my clit lightly with his tongue before pressing a loud kiss to the slick flesh. “Because I love when you come. I love your taste. Your scent. I love putting my mouth…” he drags a finger through my slit, “here.”
“Yes yes yes,” I chant. “I love it. I love when you put your cock there too,” I whisper as I pull him up so that we’re face to face. I wrap my legs around him and lock my ankles behind him, pushing his hard cock inside of me. I can feel every ridge of his dick as he slides into me agonizingly slow. “Fuck. How are you so fucking good at…everything?” I chuckle. “Seriously, I used to think there was nothing you couldn’t do,” I whisper. He stares down at me, stroking my cheeks before he presses his lips to mine. “Still think that.”
“You’ve always loved me so much, Gab. What did I do to deserve you? To deserve this—the thing I’ve wanted for so long even though it’s so fucking wrong. Even though people will condemn me or us for it.” He plants a slow kiss on my lips, sliding his tongue between my lips to dance with mine. You know I’ll protect you right, Gabrielle? I’ll protect you from anyone or anything that tries to fuck with you, ever.” He pulls out and slides back in harder, swirling his hips in a circle, going deeper with each stroke. “I’ll never let anything tear us apart.”
“Promise?”
His hand reaches up to grab my jaw and he squeezes hard. “You haven’t been paying attention if you think I don’t mean that with everything I am.” His eyes bore into mine and I can feel the intensity radiating from them all the while he’s inside me and the combination of the two takes my breath away. I’m about to respond when the sound of his phone interrupts us. It’s nearing almost two in the morning, so I have no idea who’d be calling this late. I turn my head towards the sound when his hand finds my face again, turning me back to look at him. “Ignore it.”
I nod, and he presses his lips back to mine as he continues to move in and out of me. The ringing stops only to start up again and I pull away from his lips. “Okay, baby, it might be important.”
“It’s not, trust me.”
“Why? Who is it?”
“I have a guess and it’s not something I want to talk about while I’m balls deep inside the love of my life; can we just ignore it so I can make you come?”
Realization dawns on me when I figure it’s another woman. Wanting to come over.
