Title- Unattainable
Author- PTBvisiongrrl
Part- 3/4
Date- 9/24/10
Rating – M
Pairings/Characters- Gibbs/Tony, Gibbs/Tony/Abby
Spoilers- through Season Three, Bloodbath, then AU (obviously )
WARNINGS- Explicit; depicts slash and multiple partner sex. If this makes you uncomfortable, DON'T READ.
Disclaimers- Unfortunately, I don't own any of these characters, and make absolutely no profit from taking them out to play…although Gibbs and Tony can frisk and/or cuff me ANYTIME, and Abby is a goddess.
Part III- Sealing the DealTony was only too happy to oblige with Gibbs's request.
Leaning in to her, studying her dark red lips with hooded eyes, Tony shrugged. "We can work out the details later." Then he kissed her.
The kiss was gentle at first, and everything Abby never expected from Tony. She knew he was an experienced ladies man, but hadn't thought he would be so damn seductive. Hard, fast, overwhelming, that she had expected—damn good in its own way, yes, but not gentle like this. Knowing Gibbs watched them—and was enjoying it—only ratcheted up her physical reactions.
Tony's tongue begged entrance, calmly insistent, until she finally parted her lips for him. Their tongues danced together, as if to a slow song. Tony moved to cradle her face in his large, warm hands as the kiss progressed. The rest of their bodies weren't even touching yet and she was on fire.
Abby returned the kiss just as gently, reigning in her natural impatience and gentling her impulse. Wanting to put on something of a show for Gibbs, and not entirely sure just what his little kinks were yet, she settled in and let Tony take the lead. Tony would know just what pushed his lover's buttons best, and Abby trusted him enough in regular life to trust him in this, at this moment. She let him determine where, as well as how fast and far, this kiss would go. Her body responded, more eager for the trip than the destination right now.
Familiar warmth was pooling low in her belly, and Gibbs hadn't even laid a hand on her yet. Speaking of, what was he doing?
As if in answer, Abby felt Gibbs shift on the sofa. He moved toward her, reaching out to press himself against her. The touch of his callused hand was pleasurably rough against the skin of her neck; his fingers tangled themselves in her hair as he brushed light kisses across her cheek on his way to her mouth. Gibbs had always had issues with observing personal space around Abby before, so she was used to having him close—but not quite this way. Gibbs's actions made her breath catch.
Tony never broke contact with her. He simply shifted to share her, allowing his mouth to glide from hers to grant Gibbs access as well. Tony's lips and tongue worked in tandem tracing a path over to her ear. Spending a few moments tracing the shell, blowing soft, hot breaths against it, he continued on just as she began to feel her knees go unsteady. He licked and nibbled from her lobe to the hollow of her neck, slight stubble from the day tickling against her seductively. The combination of sensations went straight south on her, making her tremble.
"Tony- Gibbs—" Abby found it hard to breathe. This wasn't the first time she'd done this, by any means, nor was it the first time with two men. But this was the first time that both her partners were more than simple friends with a similar itch to scratch. The complex emotional connections between the three of them unexpectedly intensified everything for her. "Please—a minute-"
Both men drew back, unsure, to study Abby at her words. "Do you want us to stop, Abs?" Gibbs asked, his concern for her evident even as he studied her while breathing unevenly. Tony was equally out-of-breath and dazed. "Did you change your mind?"
Abby almost cried out in protest before she got herself together to answer. "No, I did not change my mind. I just—" she panted, "need a minute."
Tony went to his knees before her, wrapping his arms around her middle and resting his head against her shoulder. Gibbs rested his forehead against hers, his eyes closed.
After several long moments, Abby managed to regain herself. The desire in her warred with her heart, one finally swamping the other into a unity of purpose. This was not merely sex, and definitely more than friendship. She was unsure beyond that point, but it was enough for now to persuade her mind to catch up with her body.
Raising her mouth to Gibbs, she decided to direct some of the situation herself.
She could feel a surprising raggedness of Gibbs's control in his kiss and the cocky surety of Tony's as he moved back to observe. He leaned against her, pressing the hard line of his body into hers, to watch his two lovers kiss. Gibbs's mouth was velvety against her, tongue forceful as she always pictured Gibbs's kiss would be.
Today had started out bleakly, with Abby unsure of herself and feeling down. Now, she was happier and higher than she had ever been. Even if the three of them did nothing but kiss all night, as much as she wished there was more to follow, Abby would be content.
Tony seemed to have picked up some of the unspoken link between Abby and Gibbs, though, because he chose that moment to slide his hand between her legs, promising her the possible more with his touch. His fingers brushed softly against her moist mound and eliciting a gasp, one quickly swallowed by Gibbs.
Pulling her up into a standing position with him, Abby could feel the evidence of Gibbs's interest. Gibbs broke his kiss long enough to pull Abby's t-shirt off. Resuming the lip lock, he easily unhooked and drew her bra off, tossing it further into the room without paying attention to where it landed. Tony moved along with Gibbs, undressing her lower half. Pulling her black panties down to her ankles, Tony was helping her to step out of them one foot at a time before she even realized what was happening. Her thigh highs soon followed. Tony took a few moments longer to locate the zipper of her little plaid skirt and slide it down. The skirt fluttered to the ground like a wild butterfly set free to pool at her feel, burying the tightly bunched stockings beneath it.
Lowering Abby back down to the coffee table, Gibbs maneuvered her so that she was leaning back on her elbows, knees opened to Tony's manipulations while her breasts were exposed for himself. Abby couldn't help the low, throaty moan that escaped when Tony delved into her folds with his tongue just as Gibbs latched onto a nipple and sucked hard. Less than three minutes, and her men had her naked and shaking in ecstasy.
The night beckoned her wildest dreams, and she gave herself permission to enjoy it.
Tony's experience showed itself again, as his tongue rasped against her pierced clit, subtly manipulating the surgical steel without tugging on it. He teased her bud taunt and throbbing before backing off, and moved on to repeatedly running the hard tip of his tongue back and forth against her clit in perfect time with Gibbs's motions higher up.
Abby was not the most generously endowed, she knew, but they were perky and a small handful. While she would never be called "buxom," given the proper support, she could at least pass for "pillowy." However you described them, they seemed to be just right for Gibbs and his mouth.
Gibbs concerned himself with her rosey tips, alternating between his hand and his mouth so that neither breast was ever left unattended. Rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger with steady pressure, he slowly pulled the hardening pebble toward him and downward. The pressure and slight roughness of his movements mirrored the hard suction and teeth on her other breast.
The hand not engaged in activity at her chest joined Tony in his oral ministrations between her thighs. As Tony paid homage to her clit, Gibbs slid a finger inside her to explore. Pressing against the texture of her passage, he began tracing a finger-tip path down one inner wall before corkscrewing his finger in an indistinct movement to trace the opposite. He moved so slowly as to make her feel like he was blindly searching a treasure map for the elusive "X." While intense and erotic, building tension way beyond Abby's usual level of patience, she needed more of him- of them—as soon as possible. Rocking her hips, Abby begged, "Please, Gibbs—I need more, more fingers, more than just fingers…I need you, need Tony—"
Gibbs took pity on her, sensing the depth of her longing. Years of unfulfilled fantasies made for intense need. Taking his seduction to the next level, Gibbs began to slowly fuck Abby with his hand, gently at first, until he judged she was slick enough to be comfortable if he added another finger. A longer, finer boned digit joined Gibbs's blunt, wider ones inside her. The fingers moved in counterpoint, one man almost withdrawing as the other plunged in and pressed hard against her sensitive, swollen tissues. While enjoyable, the motions themselves would never be enough to send Abby over the edge. The men were teasing her, enjoying her forced statis, but Tony didn't have Gibbs's patience. Breaking rhythm, Tony launched a quick but thorough search.
Finding the focus of his search, Tony rubbed slow steady circles around the small spongey mound of nerves. He exerted feather pressure that he slowly stepped up in time to Gibbs's now harder finger fucking.
Abby felt full and stretched and absolutely stimulated. Her senses were almost in overload; every centimeter of contact seared her body. She couldn't focus her mind beyond the physical sensations Tony and Gibbs were so easily pulling from her body. Caught in a loop of extreme pleasure, Abby could do little more than float along the stream of her lovers' intentions. She was beyond expressing her desires or wishes, unable to anticipate the men's next move—she was content to simply feel.
The men worked her hard, her enthusiastic responses gathering momentum in answer. The spiral rose, elevating her, and she no longer cared how high, as long she got to fly back to Earth soon. Her moans rose in pitch, gaining a hungry edge that had Gibbs harder than he had ever been before. Ignoring their cocks's immediate and extreme response to Abby's vocalization, both men wanted to bring some closure for her first before sating their own desires.
Tony focused on Abby's neck, licking and nibbling it as she threw her head back to expose its pale, smooth column. Acting in unison, Gibbs and Tony switched up their actions; it couldn't have been timed better if they had rehearsed it. Pulling his mouth away from her breast, Gibbs delivered a bruising kiss while Tony's free hand took over for him with her nipple. Pulling back to breathe before it became a crisis, Gibbs whispered into Abby's ear at the same time as Tony. "Come for us, Abs. Come hard for us." The command, delivered in stereo, simply emphasized to her addled brain just how much of this was mind-fuck versus body.
As if in answer to those directions, a keening scream tore from Abby as she immediately went over the edge. Abby's interior muscles clamped down tight enough around Gibbs and Tony's hands to trap them inside her for the duration of her orgasm, as her body momentarily spasmed in contraction. Once her muscles started to relax, the men withdrew and allowed Abby to rest, sagging back against the tabletop. That was when she began visibly shaking.
"Abs?" Gibbs asked with concern. "Abby?" He was echoed by Tony as well.
"Christ," Abby whispered through gasping pants. "Holy fuck. Just hold me?" she asked, eyes still closed.
Wrapping his arms around her, Gibbs cradled her against his chest and leaned back onto the sofa. Pulling her into his lap, Lee smiled at Tony and leaned over to kiss him. It was a delicate kiss, for them, but not brief. As the kiss went on, Tony eased himself up on the sofa, encasing Abby into his arms as well and holding her between himself and Gibbs. The men broke their kiss off, leaning forehead to forehead, when Abby's snaked her hands around the base of their necks and began running her fingers through their hair.
When Tony turned his attention to her from Gibbs, she pulled herself up and caught his full lips in another kiss. Wiggling her ass in Gibbs's lap at the same time, she broke away with a smile. She shifted her position so that she was now kneeling on the floor in front of the sofa. "Unbuckle and relax, boys."