Sweeter Than Fiction

Chapter Twenty-seven

Don

“Hey, Mom,” I answer the phone as I walk down the sidewalk toward my apartment. I was taking a cab home, but traffic was so awful, that walking seemed like the better option.

“Hey, darlin’. Sorry to bug you.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re never bugging me. What’s up?”

“Well, your sister just told me that you’re coming home for Thanksgiving, and I just wanted to make sure she wasn’t talking out of her ass.”

“Well, I’m sure Jill was talking out of her ass, but it’s true. I’m coming home for the holiday, and I’m bringing my girlfriend.”

“I can’t wait to meet her. Jill told me a little bit, but I’m surprised you didn’t talk about her much when you came home to see Kaylee.”

“It’s a fairly recent development. Her name is Abby, and she’s pretty great. I think you’re really going to like her.”

I can practically hear her smiling through the phone. “That’s great, honey. I can’t wait to meet her. I’m just excited I’ll have the whole family together again. Are you two going to stay here at the house?”

“Uhm, I don’t know. We may try to stay at the inn. Abby’s a little introverted, and I don’t want to give her too much too fast.”

“Oh, okay.” Now, the smile has vanished and been replaced with disappointment.

I add, “But we’ll see. I’ll talk to her tonight and let you know.”

We talk a little bit more before she feels bad that she’s taking up all my time and makes an excuse to get off the phone. That woman always thinks she’s an imposition, which is crazy. That woman has gone through hell for Jill and me. Either one of us would drop anything and everything if she asked us to.

Hence why I am coming home for Thanksgiving even though I was just there.

I finally make it back to the apartment and head inside. I want to take a quick shower before heading to Abby’s. I’ll broach the subject with her about staying with Mom, but I don’t care either way. Honestly, staying at the town inn may not be that bad—it means I can fuck Abby without either one of us having to be as quiet as we would be at my childhood home.

May not be a bad thing.

But I’ll leave the decision up to her. I bought our plane tickets earlier today. Honestly, I’m excited about showing her where I grew up. I know small towns aren’t her thing, but I’m hoping to make it a good trip where she can have some fun—and maybe get to know who I am a little better.

As I pull my phone from my pocket before taking off my jeans, I see a text from Abby.

Abby: What time do you think you’ll be here?

Me: I’m getting in the shower now. Give me about 10-15 minutes. Plenty of time for you to get your other boyfriend out of the house.

Abby: Haha. See you soon.

Why is she so eager to know when I’ll be there? She never texts me asking that. Maybe she’s got something up her sleeve.

Or maybe her anxiety is getting the best of her.

I’m learning with Abby that it’s always a toss of the coin.

I quickly shower and get dressed. I opted for some sweatpants instead of jeans tonight. It’s been a long day, and Abby’s been on her period, so we haven’t been doing anything major. Usually, we watch TV until she falls asleep. I’ve been staying the night with her, just to hold her while she sleeps.

Before I leave, I make sure I have my phone and see another text from Abby.

Abby: Just come on in when you get here.

I head out my door and into Abby’s. Per her text, I walk right in.

“Abs, you really shouldn’t leave the door unlocked,” I say. “I thought we talked about this.”

When I lock the door behind me and turn around, my jaw drops open at the sight before me.

Abby.

In some cute little pink lingerie thing.

“Hi,” she says, looking slightly embarrassed.

“Hey, beautiful. Holy shit, look at you.”

She looks down at herself. “Do you like it?”

“I fucking love it. I mean, I love you in anything, but you look sexy as hell.”

My cock instantly hardens, pitching a tent in my sweatpants.

“What’s the occasion?” I ask.

“You’ve been so great to me lately. I thought that maybe I could do something to return the favor.”

“You don’t have to—”

She cuts me off. “I know I don’t have to. But I want to. I’m trying to let you in a little bit.”

The way she speaks her words, I can tell this is important to her, so I will let her take the lead for now. Right now, this is her show.

“Okay, lead the way, beautiful.”

She grabs me by the hand and leads me over to the couch. She has me sit down while she moves the coffee table out of the way. She then takes her glasses off and sets them to the side before sinking to her knees in front of me.

Her brown eyes look up at me while she reaches into my sweatpants and grabs my cock. The moment her hand wraps around it, I let out an involuntary groan.

She uses her other hand to help take it out of my pants. As she stares at my hard shaft, I watch her nervously swallow the lump in her throat.

I don’t say anything but just let her decide where she wants this to go from here. After hearing the story she told me about her past experience with giving head, I don’t want to do anything to push her. She leans forward, giving a soft kiss to the head.

I make eye contact with her to let her know that I like everything that she’s doing. She must feel a little more brave because she takes her tongue and circles the tip.

“Mmm, Abby,” I moan.

“Will you tell me if I’m doing this wrong?” She asks.

“Baby, you have my cock in your mouth. I’m not about to complain about how you do it.”

She pops the head into her mouth and teases it a little before taking a little bit of me down her throat. She goes slow, trying to gauge what she can handle and at what point it becomes too much.

My eyes stay fixed on her as she slowly bobs up and down. She may not think she’s good at this, but damn. I think it feels amazing.

Wanting to get a better view, I use one hand to push her hair out of her face and hold it back.

The moment she feels my hand on her head, her entire body tenses up. Her apprehension radiates off of her.

“Hey,” I say. “Look at me.”

She slowly removes my cock from her mouth before her eyes find mine.

“I’m not forcing you to do anything. You can do as much or as little as you want. I’m just holding your hair back so that I can get a better view. You run this show, I promise.”

That gets a little smile out of her before she angles my cock to slide it back into her mouth.

I hold her hair but make sure not to control her movements at all. I don’t want to do anything to make her feel uncomfortable.

Trusting me a little more by the second, she starts quickening her pace and adding her hand to the mix. I can’t stop watching the show. I don’t know that I could pull my eyes away from the sight of my cock sliding in and out of her mouth even if I wanted to.

She takes me further down her throat than she had previously and then releases me with a loud pop. I can tell she’s trying different things to see what I like the best. She surprises the shit out of me when she moves her head down a little and runs her tongue along my balls.

“Holy fucking shit,” I hiss through my teeth. “Good girl.”

My words seem to ignite her even more. After her reactions to my good girl comments, I’m beginning to think that my girl has a praise kink.

Her hand keeps stroking me up and down while she tongues my balls. I could get used to this.

I don’t need her to deepthroat it or do anything crazy. She could do it like this all night long, and I would be happy.

Actually, that’s not true.

I won’t be happy until I make her come. There’s no way I’m getting off before she does.

I gently pull on her hair so that she looks up at me. “Come here, beautiful.”

I guide her into my lap, and she looks at me. “Did I do something wrong? Did you not like it?”

I press my lips to hers to give her a bit of reassurance. “No, that was amazing. But I want to make you feel good, too.”

“Oh, yeah?” She grins.

“Tell me what you want, Abby. I’ll give you anything.”

She thinks for a minute, and I can see her having an internal battle with herself.

Finally, she says, “I want you to go down on me.”

“Are you su—”

She kisses me to shut me up. When she pulls back, she says, “Don, I’m ready. I want you to go down on me.”