Chapter 42
FORTY-TWO
It was official—Abby was stronger than I was.
Our study sessions had become a regular thing—a way to see her, even when our schedules were insane. Two birds, one stone.
Except…
I couldn’t study when Abby smelled like fucking heaven and my dick grew harder by the second just from her proximity to me.
She, on the other hand, seemed completely unaffected by my presence. I wasn’t sure if that was a total blow to my ego or if I should be proud of her for being so focused.
I was trying not to distract her, but it was getting harder to ignore her beside me. Every so often, she’d shift on my bed, her leg sliding against mine, and my cock would strain against the seam of my zipper.
I discreetly glanced over and caught her nibbling on her lip.
Biting back a groan, I tipped my head back and stared at my ceiling, begging for strength I wasn’t sure any man could possess.
What made Abby so attractive was that she had no fucking idea what she did to me. How men glanced at her whenever we went out together. How her smile had people stopping in their tracks.
She thought she was plain, but in the dictionary of Abby, plain didn’t exist.
She was vibrant, smart, sexy, and so completely unaware of her own power that it wrecked me.
She didn’t try to be anything other than exactly who she was—no filters, no pretending.
I was so sunk for her, it wasn’t even funny.
“Foster?”
“Hmm?”
Her brown eyes were mesmerizing until I recognized the vulnerability shining in them.
“What is it?”
“Could you…um…could you teach me something?”
I frowned, confused. “Maybe. Depends what it is?”
What on earth could I possibly teach the smartest girl on campus?
A blush creeped up her neck that had heat zinging down my spine. “Could you teach me how to give head?”
I cough-choked as I sat up, sure I’d misheard her. My dick, on the other hand, was already harder than stone and eagerly anticipating her mouth.
“You want me to teach you how to give a blow job?”
She nodded.
I scrubbed a hand over my face, trying to pull myself together enough to go slow with this. Not that I was complaining that she wanted to learn. I was more than eager to feel her mouth on me, but I wanted her to be sure.
“You know you don’t have to, right? I’m more than happy with our sex life.”
She placed a hand on my arm, her eyes sincere. “I know I don’t have to. I want to. I want to make you feel good like you make me. I’ve been thinking about it for a while. But I have no idea what I’m doing and I don’t want to do it wrong.”
Her words sent a rush of heat through me. I loved that she wanted to please me, but I also wanted her to enjoy the process. The best oral came when the other person was into it.
I took her hand in mine, tracing circles on her palm with my thumb. “Okay, but we go at your pace. If you want to stop at any point, just say the word,” I assured her.
She nodded, a determined look in her eyes. I leaned in and kissed her, slow and deep. My tongue licked across the seam of her lips, and she parted them on a gasp. I slipped inside, massaging her tongue with mine until she was melting against me and whimpering into my mouth.
“Fuck, Baby,” I murmured as I broke our kiss.
Before I could get anymore carried away kissing her, I stood up from the bed and stripped off my shirt, then pushed down my sweats and boxers and kicked them aside. Abby’s heated gaze slid down my naked body before meeting mine.
“First things first,” I said, my voice already a little hoarse from desire. “You don’t have to take all of it. The tip is the most sensitive, so don’t feel like you have to deepthroat or anything. Just do what feels comfortable for you.”
Her gaze was locked on my cock, and she licked her lips before nodding absentmindedly like she was listening, but already thinking ten steps ahead. Knowing Abby, she probably was.
I took her hand and wrapped it around the base, guiding her to stroke me gently. Her touch was tentative but eager, and I couldn’t help but groan at the sensation.
Her hands were so much softer than mine when I jacked off.
“You can squeeze harder,” I told her, my voice hoarse.
She tightened her grip and I shuddered. “Fuck. That’s it.”
Before my brain could even come up with the words, her mouth was lowering, her lush lips placing a delicate kiss on the head. I watched her, my breath held in my chest as she looked up at me with hungry eyes. She squeezed my shaft again and precum beaded on the tip.
“Taste me.” The words were a plea.
Without breaking eye contact, she lapped up my precum with her tongue before swirling it around the head, and it took all my restraint not to come right then.
“Fuck, Baby. You’re such a good girl when you lick me like that.”
Her eyes flared, and I made a mental note that she liked praise.
“Do it again,” I begged, my voice ragged. No one had ever made me feel so close to the edge so quickly. I wasn’t sure if it was her eagerness, or knowing I got to teach her how to do it, but I couldn’t get enough of watching her explore how to pleasure me with her wicked mouth.
She licked around the head again before the warmth and wetness of her mouth enveloped me. I held myself painfully still, letting her explore as her tongue swirled around the tip before her lips tightened around me.
“Goddamn, that feels so good,” I murmured, my hand gently cupping the back of her head. “Now, take a little more.”
Without hesitation, she took more of my length into her mouth. I sucked in a breath and jolted when her teeth slid across my shaft, and she immediately pulled back, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
“I’m sorry,” she said, looking up at me with worried eyes.
I smiled reassuringly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s okay. I should’ve thought of that. You’ve got my head a goddamn mess right now. But I promise, you’re doing amazing. Just try to sheath your teeth with your lips.”
She tried again, this time taking me deeper without her teeth touching me.
“Fucking perfect,” I whispered, my hips involuntarily lifting slightly.
Pleasure rippled up my spine. She was going to fucking wreck me.
“Now, use your hand and mouth together. Whatever you can’t take in your mouth, stroke with your hand.
” My voice grew more ragged with each word as she followed my instructions with such blatant enthusiasm, my barely restrained control slipped even more.
“That’s it, Baby. Just like that. Fuck, that feels so good. You don’t even know…”
But I should’ve known I wouldn’t need to direct her too much. Abby was an eager learner. Her tongue traced the length of my cock before she took me back into her mouth, her tongue sliding along the underside of my cock until I hit the back of her throat.
“F-fuckk.” My voice shook as the word escaped and I had to close my eyes, the pleasure too much. If I watched her, I’d come right this second and this felt too good to stop now.
So good, I wished I was strong enough to let her suck my cock for hours, but there was no way in hell I’d last that long.
Then she moaned as she squeezed my shaft and sucked, and I only had seconds to warn her. “Abby, Baby, I’m so fucking close.”
She pulled away and ripped her shirt over her head. Before I could even process the view, her mouth was back on me.
Holy hell, she was going to kill me.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I groaned, giving her one last chance to pull back.
She did, her mouth leaving me just as I reached the point of no return. I came hard, my release spilling over her chest and bra as a guttural groan ripped from my throat. My whole body shook from the force of my orgasm.
She looked down at the mess and then back up at me, a mix of pleasure and vulnerability in her eyes.
“Sorry,” she said softly. “I should have just swallowed. That’s probably what you’re used to—”
I cut her off, cupping her face in my hands and forcing her to look at me. “Abby, you have nothing to be sorry for. Not a damn thing. That was fucking perfect. I loved every second of it.”
And I meant it. Seeing her marked with my release was strangely satisfying, a primal claim that she was mine. I leaned down and kissed her hard, pouring all my emotion into it.
“Thank you,” I whispered against her lips. “You continue to make me feel like the luckiest guy in the whole damn world.”
She smiled, her eyes shining with happiness. “I’m glad you think so. I was nervous I wouldn’t do it right.”
I shook my head, brushing my thumb over her cheek.
“There’s no universe where you could’ve done it wrong.
” I slid my hand through my release on her chest and then down her stomach and to the edge of her leggings.
She sucked in a breath as I reached between her legs where she was soaking wet. “I need a taste, Baby.”
She laughed softly, her cheeks flushing pink. I loved seeing her like this, open and vulnerable, trusting me with her desires.
I reached behind her and unhooked her bra, pulling it away to reveal her small, beautiful breasts.
Leaning down, I kissed her again, my tongue exploring her mouth as my hands roamed over her body.
Her nipples hardened beneath my touch, and she moved easily when I pulled her against me and guided her to the bed.
“Foster,” she whispered against my lips, her voice breathy with need.
“What do you want, Baby? Tell me what you need.”
She hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing pink. “I want you to touch me,” she admitted softly.
I smiled, my hand sliding down her stomach to the waistband of her leggings. “Like this?” I asked, my fingers tracing the edge of her pants.
She nodded, her breath hitching as I slid them down her legs, bringing her panties with them.
I took a moment to admire her naked body on my bed, my gaze roaming over her, taking in every curve and line. She was so beautiful it made me ache. I wanted to worship her, to make her feel as incredible as she made me feel.
I leaned down and kissed her stomach, my lips trailing a path down to her hips. She trembled beneath me, her body already responding to my touch. I looked up at her, my gaze meeting hers.
“I want to feel you come undone beneath me.”
Her eyes were filled with trust and desire that I would never take for granted. I kissed her stomach as my hands slid up her thighs and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was glistening with arousal, and it made my mouth water.
Leaning in, I took a deep breath, inhaling her intoxicating scent—a mix of sweet and musky that was uniquely Abby.
My tongue traced a leisurely path up her inner thigh that made her shiver beneath me. Her breath hitched as I got closer to her center.
“Tell me what you want, Baby,” I murmured, my breath hot against her skin. “Tell me where you want me to kiss you.”
I wanted her confident enough to always ask—or demand—what she wanted.
She hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing pink. “Kiss me…there,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“Where? Be specific.”
“My pussy,” she said, a bit of challenge in her voice that had me getting hard again.
I smiled and then flicked out my tongue to taste her.
She gasped, and her hips lifted slightly as I circled her clit with my tongue.
I wrapped my arms around her thighs, holding her still so I could give her all the pleasure I knew she wanted.
Her body tensed as a moan escaped her throat, and she tossed her head back, her fingers gripping the sheets with a death grip.
“Is that what you want?” I asked, my voice low and husky. “Do you want me to kiss your clit?”
“Yes,” she choked out. “Yes, please, Foster. Don’t stop.”
Fuck, she made me want to live between her legs.
I grinned, my tongue flicking out to taste her again. Her body responded to me instantly as her hips lifted to meet my mouth. I took my time, exploring her with my tongue and learning new things that made her gasp and moan.
I slid a finger inside her, feeling her tighten around me. Her body was already on the edge, her breath coming in short gasps as I continued to tease her.
“Foster,” she moaned, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her. “Please, d-don’t stop.”
I had no intention of stopping. I wanted to make her come undone, to feel her shatter beneath me. I increased the pressure as my tongue continued to circle her clit while I slid another finger inside her.
She cried out, and her body tensed as her orgasm hit her. Her pussy pulsed around my fingers as her she shook with the force of her release. I continued to lick and suck her, drawing out her pleasure until she was a trembling mess beneath me.
She was beautifully flushed, her breath coming in short gasps and her body still shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm. I had never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
I kissed my way up her body until my lips found hers.
My kiss was filled with the three words I hadn’t said yet.
I wouldn’t say them now either. I refused to say them right after sex.
I wanted her to believe them with every bone of her body and not think it was just some crazy hormonal response to earth-shattering sex.
But I’d say them soon.
Because she deserved to know that I was hers—one thousand percent.
She owned me—mind, body, and soul.