A/N; Haven't actually proof read this one so massive apology for any colossal grammatical typos..
"Youre upset..." Gary starts, running a hand through his hair as he looks down at me.
"No fucking shit!" I choke, a hot tear breaking free, bypassing my cheek and dropping onto my bottom lip. Gary moves, as though he were going to brush it away, but i jerk backwards as best i can in the little space between him, me and the kitchen island. And then we stare at each other for a while, apple green eyes staring into cerulean blue, neither of us saying anything until i draw in a shuddery breath.
"Go away."
"No."
"You have guests."
"No," Garys tone drops, raising slightly for the first time during this conversation. "We have guests. So we have one of two choices; we can both smile and pretend that this conversation didnt happen for now and rejoin our dinner party, or seeing as you were so keen to bring up this tonight -of all nights,- we can discuss the problem now, shout a bit, swear a bit, then kiss and make up."
"Youre an arsehole." I spit. More because i dont really know what to say than anything else.
"And you're a Goddamn harridan, it doesnt mean i dont love you!"
I freeze, a wet tear teetering on the tip of my nose. "What did you just call me?"
Gary stills too, shaking his head quickly. "Nothing. Forget it."
But its too late. I heard it. And after being up before six and having a day of running after three year olds and entertaining dinner guests, i am in no mood to let it go. Not now, not yet. And so, i do the only thing i can think of that would possibly up the name-calling; lurching forward and shoving at Garys rock solid chest with two flat palms.
"Get the fuck away from me!"
"Oh for Gods sake!" Gary catches my wrists, as, in hindsight, i knew he would, and holds them there, flat against his chest and bent at the elbows, so i am, once more, close enough to him to smell the infusion of Tom Ford and red wine. "Grow up Libby!"
"Grow up?!" I practically squeal, and somewhere, deep within my sub-conscience i am aware of the remaining dinner guests just the other side of the wall. White hot anger, however, does not dissipate just because you think you ought to keep your voice down. "Dont be so fucking rude to me!"
"Im not being rude!" Gary shouts back, shaking my wrists just enough to rock my body steadily on my feet.
"You called me a Goddamn harridan!" I bite back, glaring, now the tears have vaporised due to the heat of the blood causing through my body, straight into Garys wide, wild eyes.
"You fucking drive me to it!" He bellows, and i flinch, not only because of the sudden display of rage, but now i can imagine the four people left in the living room wondering what the hell is going on in the kitchen. "Dont you fucking see that you drive me to it?!" Theres another shake of the wrists and a spike of irrational fear. He wouldnt hurt me though. I know he wouldnt hurt me. "You're stood there, ranting and railing at eleven O'clock at night about me touring Europe after a cosy chat with my mother, when, in actual fact you have no idea what is going on!"
"I shouldn't have to have had the conversation with your mother though Gary!" I hiss, standing my ground. "Don't you understand that?! It shouldn't have been her that told me you were fucking off to Europe, it should've been you!"
"Baby, this is my job-" Gary starts, but i cut him off.
"Youre upset..." Gary starts, running a hand through his hair as he looks down at me.
"No fucking shit!" I choke, a hot tear breaking free, bypassing my cheek and dropping onto my bottom lip. Gary moves, as though he were going to brush it away, but i jerk backwards as best i can in the little space between him, me and the kitchen island. And then we stare at each other for a while, apple green eyes staring into cerulean blue, neither of us saying anything until i draw in a shuddery breath.
"Go away."
"No."
"You have guests."
"No," Garys tone drops, raising slightly for the first time during this conversation. "We have guests. So we have one of two choices; we can both smile and pretend that this conversation didnt happen for now and rejoin our dinner party, or seeing as you were so keen to bring up this tonight -of all nights,- we can discuss the problem now, shout a bit, swear a bit, then kiss and make up."
"Youre an arsehole." I spit. More because i dont really know what to say than anything else.
"And you're a Goddamn harridan, it doesnt mean i dont love you!"
I freeze, a wet tear teetering on the tip of my nose. "What did you just call me?"
Gary stills too, shaking his head quickly. "Nothing. Forget it."
But its too late. I heard it. And after being up before six and having a day of running after three year olds and entertaining dinner guests, i am in no mood to let it go. Not now, not yet. And so, i do the only thing i can think of that would possibly up the name-calling; lurching forward and shoving at Garys rock solid chest with two flat palms.
"Get the fuck away from me!"
"Oh for Gods sake!" Gary catches my wrists, as, in hindsight, i knew he would, and holds them there, flat against his chest and bent at the elbows, so i am, once more, close enough to him to smell the infusion of Tom Ford and red wine. "Grow up Libby!"
"Grow up?!" I practically squeal, and somewhere, deep within my sub-conscience i am aware of the remaining dinner guests just the other side of the wall. White hot anger, however, does not dissipate just because you think you ought to keep your voice down. "Dont be so fucking rude to me!"
"Im not being rude!" Gary shouts back, shaking my wrists just enough to rock my body steadily on my feet.
"You called me a Goddamn harridan!" I bite back, glaring, now the tears have vaporised due to the heat of the blood causing through my body, straight into Garys wide, wild eyes.
"You fucking drive me to it!" He bellows, and i flinch, not only because of the sudden display of rage, but now i can imagine the four people left in the living room wondering what the hell is going on in the kitchen. "Dont you fucking see that you drive me to it?!" Theres another shake of the wrists and a spike of irrational fear. He wouldnt hurt me though. I know he wouldnt hurt me. "You're stood there, ranting and railing at eleven O'clock at night about me touring Europe after a cosy chat with my mother, when, in actual fact you have no idea what is going on!"
"I shouldn't have to have had the conversation with your mother though Gary!" I hiss, standing my ground. "Don't you understand that?! It shouldn't have been her that told me you were fucking off to Europe, it should've been you!"
"Baby, this is my job-" Gary starts, but i cut him off.
"Don't baby me! I'm not a baby!" Mentally chastising myself for being so petty, i try and pull my arms free from Garys hold a second time, this time, he lets me go and i fold them tightly under my bust before i carry on. "I'm a grown woman, and yet you still felt the need to tell everyone bar the woman carrying your child that you plan to fuck off for three months!"
"Three months?! Oh don't be dramatic it's little over three weeks! -If that!" Gary rakes a hand through his hair for the umpteenth time. "Hell, it might not even be that! But youre not listening to me Libby!"
"No?" I raise an eyebrow, moving around to the other side of the kitchen counter purely to put a little distance between myself and my fired up husband. "Well maybe thats because youre yet to say anything worth listening to!"
I regret the statement as soon as it has left my lips, but as with most things in life, its too late then. And so i have a nano second to prepare myself as Gary rounds the kitchen island like a bat out of hell, grabbing hold of my shoulders so tightly i have a second to wince before he begins to shout.
"Dont you dare! Dont you even dare!"
I watch as Garys eyes narrow, the black of his pupils spilling into the familiar green iris' until i find myself staring into two eyes, as black as night. His mouth twists along with the frown lines marking his forehead, and his eyebrows are pulled into a stern, flat line underneath them.
"All i have done for the last ten minutes is stand in this kitchen and try to explain myself to you! Not once have i denied the fact that i should have told you, but you wont Goddamn listen to me when i tell you that this entire situation has been blown completely and utterly out of proportion!"
I swallow, though Gary doesnt seem to notice as he continues to shout.
"There are six gigs Libby, six. Over the space of a month. Now i know youre insulted that i didnt tell you -and i can totally see why, but do you honestly believe that i would fuck off for three months?! I dont like being away from you any more than you like me going, you know this, but this is my job Libby and you knew what it entailed when you married me! And yet, youve known me how long? -And you honestly think that id do that to you?! Do you?!"
Now its my turn to stand, silenced, in the kitchen and feeling nothing short of a fool. Gary doesnt pitty me though. Instead, my shoulders get another insistent shake.
"Tell me! Do you honestly think id do that?!"
"No." The lump in my throat makes it hard to string a sentence together, and so i merely manage the monosyllable. Gary, however, lets out a sigh of, what?- Relief?
"Thank God."
And then, before i can take in another breath, im pressed, flush against a hard plane of toned chest as he wraps his arms around my shoulders and crushes me to him, burying his face in my hair and inhaling a steady, deep breath that pushes his chest even closer to my face.
We stand for a while, what feels like minutes yet in reality couldnt have been more than twenty seconds, until my arms start aching. I wriggle them and Gary shuffles, granting me the leeway to pull them from between our bodies to snake them around his waist and slip them under the cotton of his t-shirt, -the pale blue one that clings to him in all of the right places and makes me feel a little giddy every time i see him in it. His flesh is warm under my finger tips, and when he relaxes against my touch i smile against the chest pocket of the t-shirt.
"Youre tense." I muse mindlessly, feeling the tight planes of muscles beneath my fingers as i drag my hands up and down his back; the way i do with Ethan sometimes, when im trying to lull him to sleep.
Gary doesnt say anything for a moment, and i dont tip my head to look up at him when he hushes; "Yeah?"
"Mm-h."
I feel the quiet chuckle against the side of my cheek before i hear it as it rumbles through Garys chest. "Any man would be, i thought you were going to beat me."
Tightening my arms around his waist, i smile, finally tipping my chin to rest atop his pectoral and look up at him; "I felt like it."
"I know." Gary smiles then, loosening his arms around my shoulders and dropping one hand to my waist. The other moves upwards to brush my hair from in front of my face before it joins the first. "Im sorry."
"I wish i could stay mad at you."
"Im glad you cant."
"Your mother thinks im good for you." I slip the statement out nonchalantly as i pull my arms from around Garys waist and wrap them around his shoulders instead.
"Does she now?" He hums, low and amused with an eyebrow lifting slowly skywards.
"Mm-h." I drop an arm to trace the outline of the cotton breast pocket of his t-shirt with my index finger.
"Youve been talking to my mother about a lot today havent you?" Garys grip on my waist tightens and i look back up to see his mouth slipping into a steady smirk.
I smile again. "She thinks i keep you grounded."
"I couldve told you that myself."
The statement makes me grin like a fool in love.
"I love you." Gary leans down, landing a lingering kiss against my lips and i grin into it.
"I know you do."
"Now come on, wench-" A playful smack is delivered to my ass as Gary straightens. "We've got company."
Gary makes a move towards the door, but my hands on my shoulders stop him.
"One more kiss?" I plead, eyes wide and biting down on the inside of my gum. Gary, of course, relents, splaying his hands out over my behind as he pulls me against him for another, slow, sluggish kiss. His lips are soft as they move over mine, but the scratching of stubble around his mouth makes me smile. I dont hesitate to drag my hand from his shoulder and up to the side of his face to play with it and Gary lets out a contented groan. When i push my hips further against his, however, reluctantly, he pulls away.
"Come on, Lib." Garys tone is pensive as he regards me with a questioning gaze. "Behave. We've got guests in there." He tips his chin towards the living-room and i catch it between a forefinger and thumb, pressing my lips against his again.
"Dont you want me though?" I feign offence, pouting as best i can without pulling my lips from his own.
Theres a rumble through his chest, and a groan followed by a shallow sigh when i circle my hips against him again. "Dont-" Gary moves his hands to encircle my hips, pushing them away from his own. We both gaze down at the stirring erection under the denim of his jeans. "-Dont. Otherwise i cant go back in there." He throws another fleeting glance towards the doorway and i grin, curling one hand around the nape of his neck as the other slips down to hitch up the front of his t-shirt so i can drag my fingertips along the V of his abdomen that protrudes from his waistband. The muscle tenses under my touch and my ego cashes in its Bonus Points.
"That was.." I drawl, seductively as i can manage with what im sure is probably a tear streaked face, "...kind of my intention."
Gary screws his face up when i slip open the button of his jeans, all the while peppering kisses along his stubbled jaw with my own lips curled into a satisfied smile. I take a step forwards, forcing Gary backwards and effectively trapping him between the kitchen island the the nymphomaniac i have become in the space of nine minutes.
"Lib.." He stops me with a quiet exhale. "Im not going to have sex with you with your brother sixty feet away on the other side of that door."
But i merely shrug in response, grinning all the more as i pull back and rock on the balls of my feet. "Okay. Makes my decision a lot easier."
Garys eyebrows furrow in confusion, but only, however, for a brief moment.
I sink silently to my knees, not once removing my eyes from his own, the sheer look on Garys face when the penny drops being too good to miss. But even the unadulterated look of horrified realisation cant mask the wanting the strains his mouth or the desire that has spiked in his green, green eyes.
I grin again, knowingly running my tongue against my bottom lip until i see his breath hitch in his throat.
"Libby..." Its another warning, but i lean forwards and grasp the denim waistband all the same.
"Oh live a little.."
"Are you sure you've not been drinking?" Gary narrows his eyes at me and i mirror the expression back, dragging down the thick elastic waistband of his boxers and homing in on my prize.
Another hitch of breath from the man in front of me is the only sound in the room, when i wrap a hand around the base of his erection and push myself up onto my shins.
"You know people will be getting suspicious dont you?" Garys voice becomes increasingly strained, so much so that i barely hear the end of the sentence as he breathes it out on a heavy exhale.
I shrug again, running the tip of my tongue lightly under the head of his hard-on. Theres a sudden thwak when he slams his palms down hard on the edge of the island behind him. "Jesus Libby.."
"Let them get suspicious." I hum, my lips close enough to Garys waiting erection for him to feel the gush of hot air as i speak. I note his knuckles whitening as his grip on the counter-top remains unaltered. "I dont mind..." I drop my hand back into my lap, my tongue reaching only to toy with a bead of pre-come.Twirling it around against his head. "Do you mind?"
Before he can answer, however, i push forwards, swallowing half of his length in a moment and eliciting a sharp cry from above me. Theres a hand at the back of my head in a flash, but when i pull back, releasing Garys erection with a satisfying slurp, i remove it gently, placing it back against the left of Garys hip at the kitchen counter.
His breaths are uneven now, fast and shallow and his chest expands twice a second, pulling the cotton of his t-shirt unbearably taught across his abs. If we had more time, id have him naked while i went down on him; if only to enjoy the sight of his six pack tensing as he comes.
"Do you mind?" I repeat. Mouth against his tip again.
Gary shakes his head frantically, eyes closed, head tipped back exposing a tanned column of neck. "No, no i dont mind."
"Well then i dont see the problem..." I bat my eyelashes even though hes not looking at me and lean forward once again, taking the rigid length between my lips and sucking, hard.
Garys hips thrust once, but he stills them quickly, holding himself back and propped against the kitchen island as i begin a lazy assault at his feet. I take him a little further this time, before pulling back and breathing against his tip again, the grunts of frustration only making me smile, cruel as it may seem, all the more.
"Please!" Gary bites out suddenly through gritted teeth when i swallow him a third time, moving my mouth, back and forth now, with a slack, sloppy jaw and lax tongue. His hand is back at the crown of my head, his long fingers curling into the day worn lug of curls. "Do it properly."
Pulling back, i drag the back of my hand across my mouth before swallowing and trying to suppress a smile. "I am!.."
"No." Gary pushes out a hoarse breath. "Youre punishing me. I knew you would. Just- please?"
I hum, trying no longer to hide the simper pulling at the corner of my mouth. "I think you know me too well."
"Jesus Christ, Libby!" Garys fingers flex, tugging my head back to look into desperate green eyes. "For Gods sake- somebody is going to come in here any minute now. You started this now just- just get me off. -Quickly."
"Youre the boss." I bat my eyelashes again, reaching behind me to remove Garys hand from my hair and placing back against his hip again. "But no touching."
"Woman, youre tyrant."
My only reply to that, of course, is to lean forwards again, hallowing my cheeks properly this time as i push down on Garys desperate hard-on, the flat of my tongue running steadily along the underside. My hands reach for his thighs for better purchase, and i flex my fingers into the hard, denim clad flesh in time with my tongue.
"God!" Gary cries, and its low and carnal and sexy as hell. "Why are you so good at this?!"
I smile around his shaft at the familiar question, when i gaze up, with lusty eyes, through my lashes, i see that both hands are now covering his face as he tips it back on his neck. Hands or no hands, however, i know, as i pull back on him with firm lips, lashing tongue and a graze of teeth, that his eyes are screwed shut and his mouth, gaping. My hands slip further up, squeezing at the inside of his thighs as i move my mouth back down his shaft and evoke yet another lewd cry along with a jerk of the hips.
"Libby!"
I hum appreciatively. I may have forbid him to touch me, but if he were, for example, to want to use my mouth to do as he pleases, i am too drunk of the smell of sex and thrill of a good argument to stop him.
And so, we work, as we always do, in perfect synchronisation, Gary's stringing litanies of oh-fucks and oh-Gods becoming more and more frequent as he jerks his hips in time with my moving mouth, pulling up on his shaft at a matching pace and my tongue never once loosing contact with his burning flesh. Until, that is, until i cannot keep up with the punishing pace his lean hips set.
I feel Garys thighs tense under my fingertips, before i hear the warning in his voice when he chokes my name on a wave of expletives and so i push down as far as i can manage, never having really gotten used to the girth of him, but swallowing hard all the same, before loosening my jaw and sucking him to the back of my throat.
Theres a sharp "Fuck!" And then a rough, red-wine-induced groan as everything before me goes rigid.
I pull back only a little, swallowing all too willingly, as Gary releases himself against the back of my tongue. And when i am sure that he is spent and exhausted, i pull back with a stated smile of my own, running my tongue along my bottom lip, redressing Gary while i wait for him to finish panting and speak.
When i eventually haul myself back onto my feet, with no help from Gary who is still breathing heavily and slumped against the kitchen island, i smack a chaste kiss to his lips with a smile. Enough for him to taste himself, but not enough to savour.
"Ill go now, you follow me in ten.. you look like you could use the recovery time."
"Three months?! Oh don't be dramatic it's little over three weeks! -If that!" Gary rakes a hand through his hair for the umpteenth time. "Hell, it might not even be that! But youre not listening to me Libby!"
"No?" I raise an eyebrow, moving around to the other side of the kitchen counter purely to put a little distance between myself and my fired up husband. "Well maybe thats because youre yet to say anything worth listening to!"
I regret the statement as soon as it has left my lips, but as with most things in life, its too late then. And so i have a nano second to prepare myself as Gary rounds the kitchen island like a bat out of hell, grabbing hold of my shoulders so tightly i have a second to wince before he begins to shout.
"Dont you dare! Dont you even dare!"
I watch as Garys eyes narrow, the black of his pupils spilling into the familiar green iris' until i find myself staring into two eyes, as black as night. His mouth twists along with the frown lines marking his forehead, and his eyebrows are pulled into a stern, flat line underneath them.
"All i have done for the last ten minutes is stand in this kitchen and try to explain myself to you! Not once have i denied the fact that i should have told you, but you wont Goddamn listen to me when i tell you that this entire situation has been blown completely and utterly out of proportion!"
I swallow, though Gary doesnt seem to notice as he continues to shout.
"There are six gigs Libby, six. Over the space of a month. Now i know youre insulted that i didnt tell you -and i can totally see why, but do you honestly believe that i would fuck off for three months?! I dont like being away from you any more than you like me going, you know this, but this is my job Libby and you knew what it entailed when you married me! And yet, youve known me how long? -And you honestly think that id do that to you?! Do you?!"
Now its my turn to stand, silenced, in the kitchen and feeling nothing short of a fool. Gary doesnt pitty me though. Instead, my shoulders get another insistent shake.
"Tell me! Do you honestly think id do that?!"
"No." The lump in my throat makes it hard to string a sentence together, and so i merely manage the monosyllable. Gary, however, lets out a sigh of, what?- Relief?
"Thank God."
And then, before i can take in another breath, im pressed, flush against a hard plane of toned chest as he wraps his arms around my shoulders and crushes me to him, burying his face in my hair and inhaling a steady, deep breath that pushes his chest even closer to my face.
We stand for a while, what feels like minutes yet in reality couldnt have been more than twenty seconds, until my arms start aching. I wriggle them and Gary shuffles, granting me the leeway to pull them from between our bodies to snake them around his waist and slip them under the cotton of his t-shirt, -the pale blue one that clings to him in all of the right places and makes me feel a little giddy every time i see him in it. His flesh is warm under my finger tips, and when he relaxes against my touch i smile against the chest pocket of the t-shirt.
"Youre tense." I muse mindlessly, feeling the tight planes of muscles beneath my fingers as i drag my hands up and down his back; the way i do with Ethan sometimes, when im trying to lull him to sleep.
Gary doesnt say anything for a moment, and i dont tip my head to look up at him when he hushes; "Yeah?"
"Mm-h."
I feel the quiet chuckle against the side of my cheek before i hear it as it rumbles through Garys chest. "Any man would be, i thought you were going to beat me."
Tightening my arms around his waist, i smile, finally tipping my chin to rest atop his pectoral and look up at him; "I felt like it."
"I know." Gary smiles then, loosening his arms around my shoulders and dropping one hand to my waist. The other moves upwards to brush my hair from in front of my face before it joins the first. "Im sorry."
"I wish i could stay mad at you."
"Im glad you cant."
"Your mother thinks im good for you." I slip the statement out nonchalantly as i pull my arms from around Garys waist and wrap them around his shoulders instead.
"Does she now?" He hums, low and amused with an eyebrow lifting slowly skywards.
"Mm-h." I drop an arm to trace the outline of the cotton breast pocket of his t-shirt with my index finger.
"Youve been talking to my mother about a lot today havent you?" Garys grip on my waist tightens and i look back up to see his mouth slipping into a steady smirk.
I smile again. "She thinks i keep you grounded."
"I couldve told you that myself."
The statement makes me grin like a fool in love.
"I love you." Gary leans down, landing a lingering kiss against my lips and i grin into it.
"I know you do."
"Now come on, wench-" A playful smack is delivered to my ass as Gary straightens. "We've got company."
Gary makes a move towards the door, but my hands on my shoulders stop him.
"One more kiss?" I plead, eyes wide and biting down on the inside of my gum. Gary, of course, relents, splaying his hands out over my behind as he pulls me against him for another, slow, sluggish kiss. His lips are soft as they move over mine, but the scratching of stubble around his mouth makes me smile. I dont hesitate to drag my hand from his shoulder and up to the side of his face to play with it and Gary lets out a contented groan. When i push my hips further against his, however, reluctantly, he pulls away.
"Come on, Lib." Garys tone is pensive as he regards me with a questioning gaze. "Behave. We've got guests in there." He tips his chin towards the living-room and i catch it between a forefinger and thumb, pressing my lips against his again.
"Dont you want me though?" I feign offence, pouting as best i can without pulling my lips from his own.
Theres a rumble through his chest, and a groan followed by a shallow sigh when i circle my hips against him again. "Dont-" Gary moves his hands to encircle my hips, pushing them away from his own. We both gaze down at the stirring erection under the denim of his jeans. "-Dont. Otherwise i cant go back in there." He throws another fleeting glance towards the doorway and i grin, curling one hand around the nape of his neck as the other slips down to hitch up the front of his t-shirt so i can drag my fingertips along the V of his abdomen that protrudes from his waistband. The muscle tenses under my touch and my ego cashes in its Bonus Points.
"That was.." I drawl, seductively as i can manage with what im sure is probably a tear streaked face, "...kind of my intention."
Gary screws his face up when i slip open the button of his jeans, all the while peppering kisses along his stubbled jaw with my own lips curled into a satisfied smile. I take a step forwards, forcing Gary backwards and effectively trapping him between the kitchen island the the nymphomaniac i have become in the space of nine minutes.
"Lib.." He stops me with a quiet exhale. "Im not going to have sex with you with your brother sixty feet away on the other side of that door."
But i merely shrug in response, grinning all the more as i pull back and rock on the balls of my feet. "Okay. Makes my decision a lot easier."
Garys eyebrows furrow in confusion, but only, however, for a brief moment.
I sink silently to my knees, not once removing my eyes from his own, the sheer look on Garys face when the penny drops being too good to miss. But even the unadulterated look of horrified realisation cant mask the wanting the strains his mouth or the desire that has spiked in his green, green eyes.
I grin again, knowingly running my tongue against my bottom lip until i see his breath hitch in his throat.
"Libby..." Its another warning, but i lean forwards and grasp the denim waistband all the same.
"Oh live a little.."
"Are you sure you've not been drinking?" Gary narrows his eyes at me and i mirror the expression back, dragging down the thick elastic waistband of his boxers and homing in on my prize.
Another hitch of breath from the man in front of me is the only sound in the room, when i wrap a hand around the base of his erection and push myself up onto my shins.
"You know people will be getting suspicious dont you?" Garys voice becomes increasingly strained, so much so that i barely hear the end of the sentence as he breathes it out on a heavy exhale.
I shrug again, running the tip of my tongue lightly under the head of his hard-on. Theres a sudden thwak when he slams his palms down hard on the edge of the island behind him. "Jesus Libby.."
"Let them get suspicious." I hum, my lips close enough to Garys waiting erection for him to feel the gush of hot air as i speak. I note his knuckles whitening as his grip on the counter-top remains unaltered. "I dont mind..." I drop my hand back into my lap, my tongue reaching only to toy with a bead of pre-come.Twirling it around against his head. "Do you mind?"
Before he can answer, however, i push forwards, swallowing half of his length in a moment and eliciting a sharp cry from above me. Theres a hand at the back of my head in a flash, but when i pull back, releasing Garys erection with a satisfying slurp, i remove it gently, placing it back against the left of Garys hip at the kitchen counter.
His breaths are uneven now, fast and shallow and his chest expands twice a second, pulling the cotton of his t-shirt unbearably taught across his abs. If we had more time, id have him naked while i went down on him; if only to enjoy the sight of his six pack tensing as he comes.
"Do you mind?" I repeat. Mouth against his tip again.
Gary shakes his head frantically, eyes closed, head tipped back exposing a tanned column of neck. "No, no i dont mind."
"Well then i dont see the problem..." I bat my eyelashes even though hes not looking at me and lean forward once again, taking the rigid length between my lips and sucking, hard.
Garys hips thrust once, but he stills them quickly, holding himself back and propped against the kitchen island as i begin a lazy assault at his feet. I take him a little further this time, before pulling back and breathing against his tip again, the grunts of frustration only making me smile, cruel as it may seem, all the more.
"Please!" Gary bites out suddenly through gritted teeth when i swallow him a third time, moving my mouth, back and forth now, with a slack, sloppy jaw and lax tongue. His hand is back at the crown of my head, his long fingers curling into the day worn lug of curls. "Do it properly."
Pulling back, i drag the back of my hand across my mouth before swallowing and trying to suppress a smile. "I am!.."
"No." Gary pushes out a hoarse breath. "Youre punishing me. I knew you would. Just- please?"
I hum, trying no longer to hide the simper pulling at the corner of my mouth. "I think you know me too well."
"Jesus Christ, Libby!" Garys fingers flex, tugging my head back to look into desperate green eyes. "For Gods sake- somebody is going to come in here any minute now. You started this now just- just get me off. -Quickly."
"Youre the boss." I bat my eyelashes again, reaching behind me to remove Garys hand from my hair and placing back against his hip again. "But no touching."
"Woman, youre tyrant."
My only reply to that, of course, is to lean forwards again, hallowing my cheeks properly this time as i push down on Garys desperate hard-on, the flat of my tongue running steadily along the underside. My hands reach for his thighs for better purchase, and i flex my fingers into the hard, denim clad flesh in time with my tongue.
"God!" Gary cries, and its low and carnal and sexy as hell. "Why are you so good at this?!"
I smile around his shaft at the familiar question, when i gaze up, with lusty eyes, through my lashes, i see that both hands are now covering his face as he tips it back on his neck. Hands or no hands, however, i know, as i pull back on him with firm lips, lashing tongue and a graze of teeth, that his eyes are screwed shut and his mouth, gaping. My hands slip further up, squeezing at the inside of his thighs as i move my mouth back down his shaft and evoke yet another lewd cry along with a jerk of the hips.
"Libby!"
I hum appreciatively. I may have forbid him to touch me, but if he were, for example, to want to use my mouth to do as he pleases, i am too drunk of the smell of sex and thrill of a good argument to stop him.
And so, we work, as we always do, in perfect synchronisation, Gary's stringing litanies of oh-fucks and oh-Gods becoming more and more frequent as he jerks his hips in time with my moving mouth, pulling up on his shaft at a matching pace and my tongue never once loosing contact with his burning flesh. Until, that is, until i cannot keep up with the punishing pace his lean hips set.
I feel Garys thighs tense under my fingertips, before i hear the warning in his voice when he chokes my name on a wave of expletives and so i push down as far as i can manage, never having really gotten used to the girth of him, but swallowing hard all the same, before loosening my jaw and sucking him to the back of my throat.
Theres a sharp "Fuck!" And then a rough, red-wine-induced groan as everything before me goes rigid.
I pull back only a little, swallowing all too willingly, as Gary releases himself against the back of my tongue. And when i am sure that he is spent and exhausted, i pull back with a stated smile of my own, running my tongue along my bottom lip, redressing Gary while i wait for him to finish panting and speak.
When i eventually haul myself back onto my feet, with no help from Gary who is still breathing heavily and slumped against the kitchen island, i smack a chaste kiss to his lips with a smile. Enough for him to taste himself, but not enough to savour.
"Ill go now, you follow me in ten.. you look like you could use the recovery time."
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