Chapter Two
Gibbs settled into bed after stripping off his cargo shorts. He needed to keep his boxers on, even though he didn’t usually sleep clothed. In case Abby came in"and he was fairly sure she would"Gibbs wanted to have every barrier he could. She was not gonna control him. That wasn’t how they worked, and the sooner she realized that, the better off they’d both be.
Gibbs couldn’t help running a hand in circles on his stomach. He’d always been one for a bit of tease before diving right in to the main event and right now despite his hard cock and swollen balls, he wanted to tease himself a little more. One hand drifted over his chest, callused fingers brushing pecs and flicking his nipples hard. The pain made him gasp and thrust upward a little, a small jet of pre-come staining the cotton knit of his underwear. He couldn’t tease any more tonight; he was too primed right now.
And with Abby’s scent on his mouth, this could quickly devolve into him jacking off. Gibbs had made a promise to them both that he wouldn’t do that. He considered going into the bathroom and washing her scent off him but he couldn’t quite bring himself to do that either. There was something so kinky about him wearing the evidence of her lust for him on his face and hand while he slept.
Gibbs let out a frustrated sigh, rolling onto his side. This night had been so intense so far and it could quickly get out of control. The idea that Abby had been with the other women, that damned clit piercing, the way she’d moved on his hand, her taste...
“Fuck,” he groaned, balling his hands into fists. It was going to be a long, hard, frustrating night.
“Gibbs?” He started to come to awareness to a soft voice speaking in his ear. One eye opened and then the other and he sat up, the memories from the night before flooding in. Abby, him, oral sex, hard cock, lesbian fantasies. She stood at the foot of his bed, the morning light surrounding her and making her features a little indistinct. But he could tell that she was completely naked.
“Abbs,” he drawled, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. “What’re you doing up so early?” From the position of the sun, Gibbs had the impression that it wasn’t much past oh six hundred or so, far too early for her to be awake.
“What happened?” she asked, sounding a bit confused. “How did I get here?”
Oh hell! She didn’t remember what had happened? He sat up, running a hand through his hair. “What’s the last thing you remember, Abbs?”
“Suicide Girls, a party…next door? They invited me. I drank a lot, first Red Bulls and Vodka and then...” She shrugged. “It gets a little fuzzy after that. Beer? Maybe some wine?”
“You know you’re not supposed to combine different types of alcohol. New Orleans girl like you...” He trailed off.
“Well, I did,” she said, a mutinous tone in her voice. “And now I’m here and I don’t know how or why, and I’m cold, and you’re barely wearing anything and...”
“And?” he prompted.
“I had the sexiest dreams about you and me...”
He watched her, not daring to tell her that they weren’t dreams. Not yet. He wasn’t altogether sure she wasn’t playing him.
“What kind of dreams?” he finally asked when the silence dragged on in a very un-Abby manner.
“You giving me oral sex,” she said, a small knowing smile on her face. “But it couldn’t be the truth because you would never have let it go on and not let me come. Especially when you told me I couldn’t until I had your orders.” One hand dipped between her legs and she flicked the piercing, moaning.
“You’re not that big a bastard, are you, Gibbs?” she asked, shifting positions. She settled into the comfortable overstuffed chair that was near his bed, her legs draped over the arms. “You’re not that into orgasm denial, are you? I know about the leather thing and the dominance thing, but Jenny never told me that you like to make women wait for it.”
Her hands parted her folds and she began stroking herself slowly. “I know...mmmm...” She gulped hard. “Gibbs, I know you’re a Boy Scout and all and I don’t have any condoms and I bet whatever you have is expired, so why don’t we watch each other for the first time...unless you want to take a chance...”
Gibbs swallowed hard, his cock throbbing eagerly. “You on the Pill?” He didn’t need to ask if she was safe; he knew she was.
“Yeah,” Abby admitted. “But I’m a Pill baby. Sciutos are a fertile bunch. Much as I want you, I don’t want to take that chance...”
Gibbs nodded. She was an interesting blend of practicality and whimsical female and he was completely attracted. “This an I’ll show you mine and you show me yours kinda thing?”
“Yeah, I’m dying to watch you play with yourself. It’s my thing, you know. Everyone has a thing. McGee’s was...well, you don’t want to know about that. And Tony likes to watch, just like me...”
“Tony?” Gibbs asked in surprise.
“Yeah, we played a little,” Abby said, her face reddening. “What? He’s hot, Gibbs. Have you ever felt his thighs? They’re all muscle. What girl wouldn’t want to stroke and play with him?”
“What did you do with Tony?” Gibbs asked. He was drawing circles on his stomach again, his cock freely leaking. Hearing about Abby’s sexual adventures was a huge turn on.
“Nuh huh. You have to take off your shorts first. I want to see the cock I’ve been dreaming of riding for years first.”
“When I get to see the merchandise, then we talk.” Abby’s hand worked very slowly through her folds and it was clear to Gibbs that she was teasing herself with those gentle strokes, all for his benefit.
He nodded, pulling his shorts down and standing so that she could see it more easily. A shiver ran up his spine as Abby licked her lips. Gibbs glanced down at himself, pleased. Not only was he rock hard, but he was leaking steadily, a few drops of fluid collecting at the head. He wanted to plunge his dick into her mouth, but he didn’t dare. This tease was one of the sexiest things he’d ever experienced and he wasn’t about to give it up.
Needing to tease her just as much, he swiped his thumb over his moist head. It came away coated with the creamy substance and he brushed his wet thumb over his mouth, tongue darting out to taste it. It had been a long time since he’d tasted his own or anyone else’s semen and he’d forgotten how damned good it was. Planting his legs a little further apart, he worked his thumb into his mouth, cleaning every bit of his pre-come off.
“My God,” Abby whispered. She was so riveted that she’d stopped stroking herself and was just looking at him, torn between arousal and awe. “Tony did that too and I wondered if he was thinking about tasting you. Were you thinking about tasting him?” Abby asked.
Gibbs shook his head. “Just tasting me, Abbs. Only me.” His stance widened a little more, and he drew her attention to his dick. “Do you like what you see, Abbs?”
“God, yes,” she whispered. “Big and thick... God, Gibbs, it would have been so disappointing if you were like three inches long and pencil thin. Jenny told me, and Kate, too. But seeing is the best evidence of all.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “How ya wanna do this, Abbs? You in the chair and me on the bed?” She wouldn’t always get this level of freedom to choose, but this was a special event and she deserved it.
“Yeah, lean against the headboard.”
Gibbs nodded and got into position, propping two pillows behind his back. The position of the chair meant that they were at slight angles to each other and Abby adjusted her body so that her pussy was easier for him to see. “Tell me about the piercing first,” he told her. “You said you came.”
“Twice,” Abby confirmed. “When I was getting pierced, I came twice, Gibbs. It was so hot. Cassie was with me, Cassie Yates.”
“Special Agent Cassie Yates?” Gibbs asked in shock. Abby’d been busy and Gibbs wondered if there was anyone she hadn’t been with. Maybe Palmer, but if he gave her time….
“Uh huh. No more story unless you start playing with your cock, Gibbs.” He growled but continued stroking his stomach and chest, his free hand teasing his balls. He wasn’t ready to jack off quite yet but he’d tease. Oh hell yeah he’d tease. “Cassie and you went clit piercing?”
“Uh huh. And Cassie got her nipples done too.”
Gibbs could only give Abby a long look, his version of outright shock. Cassie’d always seemed very conservative to him and he’d never known her to go out with Abby or party or club or this suicide thing that she was into now.
“There’s a story there,” he said finally.
“Yup. Wanna hear?”
Gibbs nodded and Abby began teasing her nipples, tugging them into hard points. “Mmm, my cunt is getting so wet. You like that word, Gibbs? Cunt? It can be such an ugly term when a man uses it to verbally beat a woman up, but it can be so hot when a woman uses it. Especially if she uses it on another woman while she’s tonguing her.”
Gibbs couldn’t hold back any more. He wrapped a hand around his hot cock, squeezing almost to the point of pain and trying not to buck into his hand. Not yet. “Yeah,” he said when it became clear that Abby wasn’t going to continue unless he said something.
“Well, anyway, Cassie and I were eating each other’s cunts and she told me mine would look great pierced. I thought about maybe getting the lips pierced or maybe my clit itself because it sticks out all the time and looks so damn hot, but it can be dangerous and I was so not screwing around with this part of my body. I decided instead to do it this way.” She punctuated her words by flicking the piercing, moaning.
“Cass dared me and I told her I wanted her to have one too. She’s just as bare as I am down there, and her skin is all pink and tan and brown and her clit is dark red and she’s so pretty and...mmmm. God, I love it when you stroke that monster cock, Gibbs.”
He wasn’t even aware that he’d gone from squeezing to pumping, but he had. He pulled back, teasing himself with barely there touches to his shaft,. Abby’s eyes were glued to his cock and Gibbs could tell she liked it. So did he.
“Anyway...” Abby let out another breathy moan, both hands petting her pussy. “We went to this alternative place I know really well and they said they could pierce me. I was all kinds of wet anyway. Every time they wiped me clean, my pussy started gushing again. It would have been embarrassing, but the piercer kept getting wood and that was kind of sexy. Anyway, they eased the needle in and there was this hot burn and then someone was rubbing my clit and I was screaming and flying. Cassie had started playing with me, Gibbs. To distract me. It could have screwed everything up if I’d jumped, and this was a reputable place, so they were kind of pissed, but our money was still good there and God...”
“How long did it take to heal?” he asked, knowing he sounded out of breath himself. “And why did you choose an up and down piercing rather than a side to side one?”
“About three weeks,” Abby said with a shrug. “Cass used a dental dam on me when we went down on each other and it really wasn’t that big a deal. And when my clit pops out, having the jewelry against it feels so incredible. You like it, right?”
Gibbs groaned low, nodding. “Yeah. I…I like, Abbs. A lot.” He wrapped his hand around himself, squeezing. “Never went down on someone pierced like you.”
“Never went down on anyone like me, Gibbs,” Abby said with a low groan, her body arching up. “God... I need you to do more than that. I want your big dick inside me. I want to watch you come.” Her breathing and voice were uneven now, her hand working harder and faster on her soaked flesh. “Oh God, I need you inside me.”
“You will,” Gibbs said, knowing he had to put the brakes on this. “Abby, stop. Right now. Stop!” He forced himself into a standing position and moved to her, grasping her hand in his.
“I said stop,” Gibbs said, holding her forearm in an iron grip. Abby was furious, her eyes flashing and her body trying to ride her hand. “Stop,” he ordered, dragging the word out in a low tone.
“Why?” Abby asked, blinking furiously.
“Because we’re doing this my way, Abbs. Or we’re not doing it at all.”
She breathed hard but nodded finally and he removed his hand, pulling her to her feet. “You have a change of clothes here. Get dressed.”
“Why?”
“Breakfast. You and I are going out. And if you’re a good girl, we’ll pick up some condoms on the way home.”
“I can be good,” Abby assured with a wicked grin and Gibbs tapped her nose. She kept her hands on the arms of the chair and watched as he gathered clothes and ducked into the bathroom. He took a Marine fast shower and then pulled on boxers, adjusting his still half hard cock, jeans, and a T-shirt. He put some deodorant on and cleaned his teeth before running a brush through his hair. He had stubble and he didn’t look spic and span, but it would do for this morning.
He moved to the doorway of the bathroom and stood there, watching her. Abby’s face was set in determined lines, but she wasn’t stroking herself. His warning hadn’t gone unheeded and Gibbs couldn’t help but smile at that. He’d always wondered how he and Abby would go toe to toe and Gibbs thought he would enjoy the challenge.
“Spare room. You left a bag there last time you stayed over, Abbs,” he said, crossing the room and pulling her to her feet. Her hand was still soaking wet and he couldn’t help smiling. Her scent was going to soak right into his soul. If he allowed her that far in. Gibbs wasn’t sure what he wanted right now; he was contented to go on the ride.
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