Page 33 of Not My Fantasy

"OK," he said, pushing himself away from me and stopping me from coming any closer. "I need to think about old nuns and dead kittens for a moment, or untuck this shirt, and the shop girl assured me the shirt needed to be tucked in. I feel enough like a horny teenager, sporting wood at your parents’ table, wanting to trace the outline of my girl's pussy with my finger through her skirt while your family talks shit."

“Please don't do that. I seriously do not want to orgasm at the dinner table."

"You sure?"

"Almost, mostly sure."

"OK, look, show me where the bathroom is and I'll try to make myself more presentable. I'll meet you downstairs, so this looks less suss."

Mum had a satisfied smile on her face as I came back down. She spent the whole lunch plying Gabe with every culinary treat on hand. “The man can rebuild a ’77 Softail without assistance, woman," Dad grumbled. "He's capable of serving himself food."

"You're just jealous," Mum replied, sticking her tongue out.

“Excuse my wife's smothering. She's sure that none of us can wipe our arses without her supervision," Dad said.

"I don't mind a bit of spoiling. The food's amazing, thank you."

"Yes, you've outdone yourself again, Cecile," Pa said.

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After lunch, a couple of drinks and some cheesecake, I made a move to excuse us. “Well, I need to drive the Lexus for Gabe,” I said. "You've plied him with one too many fancy beers, Mum."

"Really? Perhaps you should stay for dinner too.”

"Then neither of us will get home and Gabe has some paperwork to get done. BASS statements are nearly due."

"Oh, yes! Are yours up to date? I can lend you a hand if you can't get into McGregor's."

"The girls have it all in order," Dad said with a wink. “Good to see you, love and nice to meet you, Gabe. I'll take you up on that ride later in the week."

"Sure," he said, pulling a business card from his wallet and passing it to Dad. "Gimme a call beforehand and we'll set up a time."

"OK, bye, everyone!"

He chuckled as I dragged him through the house and out the front door. "What's the rush, love?" he asked.

"You know," I said, grabbing the keys and unlocking the sleek silver car.

"Don't know if I do."

I slid inside and adjusted the seat. I wasn't six foot four and didn't need that much leg room. I started the car the minute I heard his belt clip. “Something I can help with you?” he asked as I tore up the street. He rubbed a hand along my thigh.

"You have to stop that," I said, "if you want to get home in one piece."

He behaved until we turned into my car park. He had his belt off before I cut the engine, his hands were in my hair, pulling me into a brutal kiss as I turned off the car. His tongue forced its way past my lips, tangling with mine, drawing back to nip and suck. “C’mon," he said, jerking open his door. His mouth was on me again the moment we were inside the flat. We moved quickly into the bedroom where he pushed me against the door with a thud. I jerked his hips forward to grind against mine, but he grabbed my hands and wrapped them over the clothes hook on the back of the door. "Hold on to that," he said.

"Why?"

“Just try it," he growled when I moved to let go. He took a step backwards and in the spirit of collaboration, I stayed holding onto the hook. I thought I understood why. His eyes roved over my breasts which were forced outwards as I fought to keep hold, the tension in my thighs and chest kept my focus there. My nipples felt like they were being rubbed hard against the fabric of my bra each time I took a breath. He smiled as I stood there, reaching up to flick the buttons of his shirt open, revealing that golden brown skin, one inch at a time. Finally, he pulled it free and tame Gabriel was gone, replaced by

the more feral guy I knew. He yanked the rest of his clothes off and stood there, his cock rigid and twitching, a slight sheen of pre-come glistening in the late afternoon light.

He moved closer, pushing my shirt up over my breasts. I gasped as he latched on with his mouth, tugging the intensely sensitive point into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth.

"Not going to be able to do this for long the first time," he said as his hand raked up my thigh. I didn't get a chance to answer, he pushed my knickers aside and speared two fingers inside me.

“God!” I was slick under his fingers, I could feel the wet slip of them pushing deeper and deeper.


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