Chapter 3

He took a shower, scrubbing himself clean, his mind racing with images of what was to come. He dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark jeans, wanting to look his best for Gabriella. He looked at himself in the mirror, his heart pounding in his chest. He was playing with fire, and he knew it, but he couldn’t stop himself; Gabriella was to hot to resist.

He arrived at Gabriella’s house at exactly 6 PM, his palms sweaty as he rang the doorbell. Gabriella answered, her face lighting up when she saw him.

“Jay, you made it!” she exclaimed, stepping aside to let him in. She was wearing a low-cut black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, her hair cascading down her back in loose curls. Jay felt his mouth go dry as he took her in, his cock twitching in his pants.

“Fuck, Gabby, you look ... incredible,” he managed to say, his voice thick with desire.

She grinned, clearly pleased with his reaction. “Why, thank you, Jay. You don’t look so bad yourself,” she said, her eyes raking over his body “Come on in. My mom’s in the kitchen, trying to impress you with her cooking.”

Jay followed her inside, his eyes glued to her ass as she walked ahead of him. The house was filled with the aroma of garlic and herbs, and he could hear Maria humming to herself in the kitchen.

“Mom, Jay’s here!” Gabriella called out, leading him into the dining room.

Maria looked up from the stove, a warm smile spreading across her face. “Ah, Jay! It’s so nice to see you again. How have you been?” she asked, wiping her hands on her apron before walking over to give him a hug. Jay hugged her back, a little awkwardly, his mind still filled with images of Gabriella’s body.

“Hi, Maria. I’ve been good, thanks. Your place smells amazing,” he said, trying to focus on the conversation and not the way Gabriella’s dress rode up her thighs as she sat down at the table.

Maria beamed at him, “Thank you, dear. I’ve made your favourite, lasagne. I hope that’s okay. I remember you mentioning it once, and I thought it would be a nice gesture,” Maria said, her eyes twinkling with warmth. Jay nodded, a little taken aback by her kindness. He had never had a proper home-cooked meal with a woman other than Kara, and the domesticity of it all was strangely appealing.

“Of course, it’s perfect. Thank you, Maria,” he said, taking his seat at the table. Gabriella watched him, a small smile playing on her lips as she sipped her wine.

The meal was delicious, and the conversation flowed easily. Jay found himself laughing and enjoying Maria’s company, while sneakily stealing glances at Gabriella, who seemed to be doing the same. After dinner, Maria excused herself to tend to the dishes, leaving Jay and Gabriella alone in the dining room.

Gabriella leaned back in her chair, her eyes locked onto Jay’s. “So, Jay. Now that my mom’s out of the room, what do you say we get to the real reason you’re here?”

Jay swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew they were playing with fire, but he couldn’t stop himself. He wanted her, and he knew she wanted him too. He stood up, pushing his chair back roughly, and strode over to her, his eyes never leaving hers. She stood up to meet him, her breath hitching as he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him.

“Fuck, Jay,” she gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders. “I’ve wanted this for so long now,”

“Oh god me to Gabby” he growled, his hands sliding down to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh through her dress.

And as they leaned in to kiss, Maria came back into the room.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she said, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of them. Jay and Gabriella sprang apart, their faces flushed with embarrassment.

“Mom, it’s not what it looks like,” Gabriella stammered, her voice shaking slightly.

Maria raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Oh, really? Because it looked like you two were about to kiss.”

Jay cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. “We were just ... practicing for the play, Maria. We were just getting into character,” Jay said, trying to keep his voice steady. Gabriella nodded enthusiastically, playing along.

Maria chuckled, clearly not buying it. “Sure, sure. Well, I’ll leave you two alone. Just remember, no funny business in my living room,” she said, wagging her finger at them before disappearing into the kitchen.

As soon as Maria was out of earshot, Gabriella turned to Jay, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, that was close. But now that we’re alone ... where were we?”

Gabriella whispered, her voice low and sultry. Jay’s cock throbbed in response, his mind racing with thoughts of what they’d almost done before Maria’s untimely interruption.

“Right here,” he growled, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her against him once more. Their lips crashed together, hunger and desire fueling their passion. She moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair as she pressed herself against him.

“Fuck, Jay,” she gasped, breaking the kiss to trail her lips down his neck “I want you SO fucking bad...”.

She nipped at his bottom lip, her breath ragged. “I want you to fuck me, Jay. Hard.”

Jay groaned, his cock throbbing at her words. He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her towards Gabriella’s bedroom. He kicked the door open, stumbling inside as they continued to kiss, their hands exploring each other’s bodies. He tossed her onto the bed, her dress riding up to reveal her black lace panties. She looked up at him, her hazel eyes filled with lust as she bit her lip.