Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 147

Chapter 147

You and Gemma stripped each other slowly in between kisses, getting your hands full of each other. Then, though it wasn't really one of your favourite positions, you spooned up behind her and held her in your arms as you entered her, and then you both were kissing over her shoulder as she worked her hips.

Eventually, you transitioned into missionary, with Gemma crooning and holding your face so that she could look at you or pull you down into a kiss. Your bodies were pressed together tightly, and you tried to pour your feelings into her through the sex. Shifting your weight a bit, you hooked one of Gemma's legs with your elbow and brought it up higher, spreading her wider and letting you get even deeper. She came after a few thrusts like this, sucking in a deep breath through her nose as she tensed up a couple of times.

"Come for me, love," she whispered, pulling your head down to rest beside her so that she could speak right into your ear. "I want to feel you fill me again. I love that you're the only man who's done it. I love the feeling of you releasing inside of me. I love you."

You did as she asked, pushed over the edge by her words and the feeling of her squeezing you with her kegel muscles, and she sucked on your earlobe as you groaned and released.

You fell sideways off of her, and the two of you ended up holding each other for a little while, quiet. Gemma was smiling happily, if softly, and you had a feeling you had the same expression on your face.

That's when the music started somewhere else in the apartment. It was wordless EDM, dull and muffled by the walls. Gemma rolled her eyes and scoffed softly. "That's Lucy," she said.

"Really?" you asked. "She hated electronic music when we were in high school."

"She must have grown to love it after going to all those raver festivals," Gemma said. "Before she got pissed at me over you, she kept trying to get me to make plans and come to a couple of them with her over the summer."

"Is that something you'd like to do?" you asked. "Not with her. With me, and Sabrina?"

"Not really my scene, love," she smirked.

"You wouldn't need to do the Raver Girl thing," you said.

"John, if I wanted to spend a weekend getting fucked up and listening to EDM, I'd rather do it in a bedroom with you and spend the entire time naked."

You grinned. "That does sound like a lot more fun."

Gemma disentangled herself from you and rolled off the bed to her feet. "I have something I want to show you," she said.

You watched as she crossed her room, delightfully naked and open to your gaze. Gemma fished a small, plain paper bag from behind some of her luggage and lifted it up. "I may have done a little secret shopping yesterday while you were with Sabrina," she said. She skipped back over to the bed and climbed up, her nervous excitement starting to show. Reaching into the bag, Gemma flashed you a smile as she bit her lower lip, and then she pulled out a long leather strap like an extra big watchband but there was a red ball mounted in it.

"A ball gag?" you asked, raising your eyebrows.

She nodded, still with that lip-biting grin. "At first I thought we should use it when you fuck me hard and rough so that I'm not so... loud when my roommates are around. But I watched some porn last night that had girls wearing one, and read some Reddit posts about them, and now I just want you to put it on me even if I don't care about Lucy getting mad at hearing us."

She handed you the ball gag, and you looked it over. The red ball itself was firm and rubbery without being hard, and the leather seemed to be of decent quality and notched like a belt so it could be adjusted to the size of the user. "You're sure?" you asked her. "You wouldn't be able to tell me easily if something isn't doing it for you, or if you don't like something. Plus I really like your dirty talk."

Gemma grinned and leaned forward, kissing you quickly. "I like doing dirty talk for you," she said. "And I'm not worried about telling you I don't like something. I trust you, John. And if something's really wrong I can always slap you."

You chuckled, taking a deep breath and looking back down at the ball gag in your hands. When you looked back up, Gemma had her eyes closed serenely and her mouth hanging open, asking you to put it on her. You took her by the back of the head with one hand and pulled her into a kiss, and told her you loved her, before moving behind her on the bed and gathering her silvery blonde hair together. Carefully, you placed the red ball between her lips and Gemme breathed in through her nose. You fed the leather strap into the buckle and tightened it. "There?" you asked.

"Mo'" she mumbled around the ball, signalling it was too loose. You tightened it more, and she flashed you a thumbs up after checking to see if she could push it out from her lips or not. You made sure her hair wasn't caught in the strap, then turned her around and looked at her.

Gemma was grinning around the ballgag, her eyes bright as she leaned forward to press her forehead to yours since she could kiss you. Her nipples were hard, and she ran her fingers down your chest and to your cock.

"Do you want to make love again with this first?" you asked her. "Or do you want to go hard like we planned?"

She thought about it for a split second, then smiled with her apple cheeks and eyes, tugged on your cock a little with one hand and held up her other with two fingers.