TELL ME XXXI
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“I’m glad he’s different,” Melanie blurted. “It makes him that much more wonderful.”
Stunned, Gabe glanced at Melanie, who covered her mouth with trembling fingertips and looked from one of his parents to the other, a horrified expression on her face. He couldn’t tell if she was about to cry or punch someone in the nose, but he could tell that she was upset. And once again standing firmly in his corner.
“I can’t believe you think we’re disappointed in you, Gabe,” his mother said. “I never thought you’d take my bragging the wrong way.”
“You have a right to brag about Leslie and Jennifer,” Gabe said, “they’re both everything you expected them to be.”
His mom reached over and patted his face, rather harder than necessary. “You, hush. I was bragging about you. Every family has a doctor. Hell, ours has twelve, but not everyone can say they have a rock star for a son. But I still hate those damned tattoos. On. Your. Head. Gabe. Why did you have to get them on your head?”
Melanie giggled.
“The young lady seems okay with them,” his dad said.
The young lady seemed okay with everything about him. And for the first time in a very long time, he found he could relax in the company of his parents. He still didn’t quite believe that his mother actually bragged about him, but he almost believed that they weren’t entirely disappointed in him and hadn’t written him out of their will.
“So about that dog of yours…” His father prompted, giving him opening number five or number six. Gabe had lost track.
“Would you mind going to pick her up from the vet’s office tomorrow and nursing her back to health?” Gabe asked.
“On one condition.” His father lifted a finger at him, and he half expected him to require he get the dragon tattoos removed from his scalp.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“That Beau stays here with her so she doesn’t drive me nuts with her constant need for attention.”
Gabe smiled, his love for the man squeezing his throat. “You have a deal.”
“Good,” he said. “Now I insist on Melanie telling me everything about herself since I already know all about you.” His dad winked at him and then turned his attention to Melanie. She soon discovered that she was the most popular rock star at this particular table.
Finding herself sprawled naked across Gabe’s bed once again, Melanie touched the back of his head, her eyes closed in bliss. Sparks of pleasure danced along her nerve endings as he sucked at her n****e, apparently intent on making it as hard as a diamond.
“Do you think they like me?” she asked, still thinking about their visit with his parents. She and Gabe had returned to his house less than ten minutes ago and before she could ask him if he thought things had gone well, he’d had her naked and moaning in his bed. His parents had made her feel welcome during their short visit, but maybe they were that nice to everyone.
“My lips definitely like you,” Gabe murmured.
“I mean your parents. Do you think they like me?”
His head popped up, and he stared at her, his long nose crinkled in displeasure. “Please tell me you are not thinking about my parents right now.”
She couldn’t help it. Meeting them had been a big deal to her. “I just didn’t expect them to be so friendly.”
Gabe dropped his forehead against her chest. “I can’t believe you’re actually thinking about my parents right now.”
“I’m sorry,” she said. “Please continue.”
She grabbed his head and directed his mouth back to her n****e. His warm, wet tongue traced the sensitive tip and she shuddered.
After she enjoyed another moment of his tender assault on her breast, the thoughts racing through her busy brain still refused to quiet, so she asked, “Why are you always so tightlipped about your home life? Whenever I ask you questions about yourself or your family, you change the subject.”
He bit her n****e, hard, and she sucked a breath through her teeth.
“Is it because you’d always had your family’s approval and now you think you don’t?”
“Maybe,” he said.
“That really bothers you, doesn’t it?”
Gabe sighed loudly. “This calls for some assistance,” he said and rolled off the bed.
She lifted her head and watched his sexy ass flex with each step he took toward his armoire. He was after his toys again.
“I’ll be quiet,” she promised. But she really wanted to talk about his reluctance to share his personal life. Maybe he’d be more open to conversation after he took care of the raging hard-on he was currently sporting. There were times to be nosy and times to shut up. She’d completely missed the mark on this one.
“Too late,” he said. He scooped armloads of gadgets against his chest, carried them to the bed, and dropped them on the mattress beside her. “Maybe, I have a gag in here somewhere.”
“I’ll be quiet,” she said again.
“I don’t want you to be quiet. I want you screaming. But not about my parents.”
He lifted an oddly shaped phallus from his collection of implements, inspected it, and then set it aside. She wondered what it was for and whether he’d just placed it in his use-it or his reject pile. He held several gadgets up to her breast, added them all to the pile that included the intriguing phallus and then he lifted a very long, slender rod. He tested its flexibility against his palm before setting it aside. As he reached for the next tool in his arsenal, Melanie slid the discarded slender rod into the growing assembly of inventions she assumed he planned to use.
Her p***y tingled and throbbed as she anticipated the variety of pleasures Gabe was undoubtedly about to bestow upon her.
He finished fiddling with what looked like a small saddle with two holes in it and again studied his piles of toys. He frowned at the relocated rod. His head jerked up and his gaze settled on hers.
She smiled timidly. “I thought I might like that one.” Even though she had no idea what it was for.
“I guess I’ll just have try out everything,” he said, “since I can’t decide what will make you scream my name the loudest.”
“I don’t mind experimenting,” she said.
He grinned, and her heart stumbled around in her chest like a lame antelope.
“All in the name of science,” he said.
“I have a feeling this is going to be a Nobel Prize-worthy discovery,” she said, fingering a wide, flat piece of red latex and wondering what the hell it was for.
“I don’t think they have a Nobel Prize for production of the greatest female orgasm.”
“Only because they’re afraid you’ll win every year.”
He touched a finger to her lip. Must be time to stop talking and start screaming.
“Today we’ll start our experiment with your lovely nipples.”
He tried clamps that squeezed, nubs that vibrated, and pinchers that released mild shocks. She enjoyed all of the sensations, but Gabe seemed unsatisfied with her soft gasps and moans of pleasure. He next chose a harmless-looking cup that covered more than half her breast. Something inside the cup rubbed, massaged and pulled at her n****e until she had to squeeze her legs together to keep from coming.
“Oh God, Gabe,” she cried.
“I think we have a winner,” Gabe said. He located the device’s twin and placed it over her exposed breast.
“Wait!” Melanie gasped, knowing she wouldn’t be able to stand having both n*****s stimulated by his ingenious invention. “Something else on that one. Something that hurts a little.”
One corner of his mouth quirked upward. “You are just full of surprises, Miss Melanie.”
He clipped a metal clamp to her free n****e and turned up the voltage. She couldn’t decide if the shocks hurt or felt good, but there was no doubt that they turned her on.
“Ah f**k,” she groaned and rocked her hips to ease the building need between her thighs. Every pulse of energy at her breast travelled down her belly and to her p***y, making it clench with need.
Her hand moved between her legs. She dipped her fingers into heated wetness and then rubbed herself to release using rapid strokes against her clit. She shattered, pleasure coursing through her body as her thighs clamped shut over her hand and she quaked with bliss.
“f**k, you’re sexy, Mel,” Gabe said.
She forced her thighs apart, still rubbing her clit slowly to ease herself gently back to earth.
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