36. Flynn
36
FLYNN
I stretch and roll over, snuggling into the warmth at my side.
“Morning,” Abi whispers into my shoulder, brushing a kiss against my skin.
“Morning,” I mumble in reply. “Did you sleep well?”
“Sure did. You?” She curls into my side, tucking her head under my chin and tangling our legs together.
Fuck, I could get used to this. It’s probably the wrong thing to think the morning after hooking up with your friend-slash-colleague.
But right now, I don’t care, because I’m still riding the high from last night. I thought quick and dirty hand jobs against a wall was hot but last night … that was something else. The images of Abi laid out for me, of her kneeling in front of me taking me in her mouth, they’re never fading. They’re going to be burned into my brain forever.
After the incredible sex and we returned to our senses, I noticed the goosebumps covering Abi’s bare skin and made her take me to bed.
Unlike the last time we shared a bed, this time there was touching. Nothing sexual, just some cuddling. It feels like her body was made for me to hold like this.
But I still don’t know what any of this means. Surely friends with benefits don’t snuggle?
“Flynn?”
“Yeah?”
“You okay?” Abi props herself up on an elbow so she can study my face.
“Yeah, of course. Obviously. Why wouldn’t I be? Everything’s great.”
“Because you didn’t answer when I asked how you slept and now you’re rambling.”
I groan and she grins.
“Remember what I said last night?”
“You’re good with instructions?”
She blushes but rolls her eyes. “Not that part.”
I think, but nothing else comes to mind. She called me sweetheart a few times, which did things to me I’d rather not acknowledge, but I’m not sure that’s what she’s getting at.
She scoffs and flops back onto her pillow. “Being honest with each other, Flynn. That’s the most important part of this. Fucking typical man.” She’s trying to sound annoyed, but I can hear the laughter in her voice. “Now, are you okay?”
“I am,” I say. “I’m just … confused about where this leaves us now. Maybe we should have had this conversation before we took your clothes of f.”
She makes the same scoffing noise again. “Like you’d have taken anything in with your dick that hard.”
It’s the last thing I’m expecting her to say and a laugh bursts out of me. “You’re not who I was expecting you to be,” I say.
“Yeah, well, same goes for you. I’m desperate to know what you were expecting … but I think we need to backtrack a little bit.”
“Lay it on me,” I say, rolling up onto my elbow so I can look down at her, spread across the pillows, still a little soft with sleep.
“What are you confused about?”
I rub the back of my neck, then trail my fingers through Abi’s hair. “What happens next, I guess.”
“What about it?”
“Do we really have to talk about it?” I pull a face and she giggles.
“Yeah, we do, sweetheart,” she cups my face, brushing a thumb over my cheekbone. “Especially if we don’t want to ruin our friendship, which I don’t know about you, but I really, really don’t want that.”
“Definitely don’t want that.”
“Then we just need to set some expectations.”
Okay, expectations. I can understand that. Hopefully it’ll let me know when I’m allowed to touch her because ‘all the time’ doesn’t sound like it’s appropriate for our situation, even though it’s exactly what I want.
Abi continues. “At work and in public we keep it quiet. When we’re alone we take it as it comes? We can still hang out as friends, sometimes we can add sex. Staying over isn’t going to be as easy as this again, not without raising questions.”
It’s a shame really, because waking up with Abi is incredible. But if I started staying in town at night there would be questions. If she stayed on the farm, there’d be questions. Too many damn questions.
It’s probably for the best though. Hopefully distance will help me keep some perspective.
I take a deep breath and ask, even though I’m sure I sound like some naive little kid. “When am I allowed to touch you?”
“Whenever you want,” she says, a soft smile curving her delicious mouth. “Obviously when other people are around we keep it friendly though.”
“But when we’re alone?”
“Touch me all you want.” She rolls over, pushing me down and laying her naked body over my mine. “Just remember to keep talking to me, okay?”
“Okay, I can do that.”
Then, because she told me I can touch her all I want, I reach up and capture her mouth with mine, dragging my hands over her bare skin.
I completely ignore the little thought at the back of my mind that tells me I’ll never actually be able to touch her all I want, because I never, ever want to stop.
I had to stop. Eventually. And I haven’t had the chance to touch Abi again in days .
Between our jobs and Abi spending time with Sadie, we’ve had no chance to spend time alone, which means the few times we have crossed paths I’ve had to keep any touches super casual.
I’ve decided it might just be easier not to touch her at all because as soon as my hand comes in contact with her, I’m overwhelmed with need, with desire, with this strange burning something in my chest.
I take the steps to Abi’s office two at a time, pausing in the door to drink in the sight of her. She’s sitting at her desk in a silky green shirt that matches her eyes and her hair pulled into a ponytail high on her head.
The professional business woman look is not something I thought I’d be into, but it works on Abi, especially when I know she can rock a pair of jeans and climb on a dirt bike.
And the cowboy boots.
We’ve actually made plans to spend time together this afternoon and as much fun as I’m going to have hanging out with her and maybe taking her and my bike back to the beach for another lesson if she wants, I’m hoping we’ll end up naked by the end of the night.
Abi glances up as I lean against the doorframe. “Oh, hey,” she says, sounding distracted.
“Hey, Rosie.” I step across the room, taking in the sheets of paper spread across the desk. They’re covered in lists and numbers. A quick glance at her computer screen shows the same. “This looks … awful.”
Abi groans. “It is. Budgets.” She pulls a face.
“Ew.” I mirror her expression. “Do you need to finish it now? Or are you nearly ready to head off?”
“Sorry. I didn’t realise the time. I’ll just finish up.”
“No worries, Rosie. Take your time. What do you want to do?”
Abi pauses gathering up the sheets of paper. She’s shoving them into a rough stack like she really hates them, but she drops the stack onto the desk. Her head falls back, hitting the headrest on her chair.
“No more decisions,” she grumbles. “I’m all out of decisions. Between these budgets and trying to fill the bar staff roster with people who actually want to turn up to work and dealing with a particularly frustrating couple … just no more decisions.”
“Rough day, huh?” I stride around her desk, hands coming to rest on her shoulders. She lets out a pleasant little hum at the touch.
The sound goes straight to my dick, and it twitches. Now really isn’t the time.
“Yeah,” she sighs. “I just want to get out of my head for a bit.”
She’s said those words to me before and I take a moment to place the context. She said that to me about the day we made out on the beach. I don’t know if her repeating them now is a hint, but I’m not going to let this opportunity pass me by.
I drag my thumb up the side of her neck and she lets out a breathy sigh. I trail my fingers along her collarbone, slipping them inside the edge of her shirt. Another little hum from Abi. My other hand strokes down her hair and when she relaxes into the touch I wrap her ponytail around my fist.
“I have an idea that could help you get out of your head,” I whisper.
“Yeah?” Her voice is already wrecked and broken and I’ve barely touched her.
“Yeah. If you’re up for it.” I use my grip on her hair to tilt her head back so she’s looking up at me. Her wide-eyed gaze locks with mine and she gives the tiniest nod, all she can with me holding her in place.
I drop her ponytail and remove my hand from where my fingers have been dancing across her chest.
“Finish tidying up your desk. I don’t want to ruin anything important.”
I swear Abi lets out a whimper as I cross the room to carefully shut the door and ensure the lock is in place. By the time I’ve turned around, Abi’s desk is cleared and she’s sitting primly in her desk chair, hands in her lap, legs pressed together.
“Do you want to do any thinking here?” I ask, standing across the desk from her. My cock is so hard and by the way Abi’s eyes keep dropping to my crotch she knows all about it.
She bites her lip. “No. I want to do exactly what you tell me to.”
I groan and give in, reaching down to rub my hand across my dick. It’s aching for more.
I don’t know if she’s giving me control purely because she doesn’t want to think, or if she realises what it does to me, having the control to pace things as I need to.
“You’d better stand up then. That chair is mine.”
She leaps up so fast the chair shoots backwards. Her cheeks turn pink as she watches me.
Oh, holy shit. She’s in one of those hot as fuck skirts; black, tight and clinging to the full roundness of her ass. As I step around the desk my gaze trails down. Sky high heels.
How I don’t just come in my pants every time I’m around her I have no idea.
I pull my t-shirt off and drop it on the floor beside the desk. Abi doesn’t move as I step behind her and slide a hand across her ass.
“Undo my jeans, Rosie,” I whisper in her ear. My voice is already a low, lusty rasp.
She spins around, hands finding my waistband in an instant. She pops the button, lowers the zipper and pushes the fabric away from my aching dick.
“Don’t touch it,” I say, stopping her hand as it reaches for my cock. Once it’s in her hand this will be over way too fast. I need to build some anticipation first. Then get her off.
I fall into the chair and pat my thigh. “Sit that gorgeous ass right here.”
Abi steps closer and right before she lands in my lap I realise my mistake.
“Wait. Stand up again,” I say.
“Everything okay?” she whispers, voice thick. Her blush is creeping down her neck and the desire filling her expression is so fucking alluring.
“Sure is. Just need to make an adjustment.” I take hold of her skirt, one hand on each side and yank upwards, tugging the hem from just above her knees to barely below her ass. I grasp her hips and tug her down.
“That was a good adjustment,” she breathes, leaning back into me .
“I thought so,” I murmur, dragging my lips up her neck. My hands and mouth roam over her body as she sprawls across my lap. She’s soft and pliable as I skim my palms down her chest, pausing to gently cup her tits, before continuing down her belly, across her hips and over her thighs. I hook one leg up and over the armrest of the chair, spreading her wide.
Thank fuck this office has a lockable door because holy shit I wouldn’t want anyone to walk in right now. I should still be conscious of the time though. There’s still plenty of people who could drop in unexpectedly.
Abi is squirming in my arms, panting lightly as she tries to angle her body so my wandering hands will stroke her where she wants it most.
“As much as I’m loving driving you crazy like this,” I whisper. “I think it’s time we move things along.” I press my palm over her clit and she cries out, turning her face into my neck to muffle the sound. “Up.”
A low keening sound comes from Abi, but she doesn’t move.
“I said up.” I catch her earlobe between my teeth. “Now.”
She climbs to her feet and takes a single step away. She’s a little wobbly. “I’m up,” she says, sounding dazed.
“Elbows on the desk.”
She does as I say while I roll the chair forward. I hook my hands under the hem of her skirt and slide it higher, exposing the black lace underwear hugging her ass.
“Now that’s a pretty sight.” I lean back in the chair, my eyes right in line with her pussy. “God, I want to fuck you so bad. But I’m not prepared for that, so you’ll have to wait for my cock.” I might have to start carrying condoms on me at all times .
Another long low moan from Abi has me smiling.
“Lost your words, Rosie?”
She nods and lets out a whimper. I chuckle.
I tease her for a moment longer, trailing my fingers down the backs of her thighs, tracing the edge of the lace.
“Need you,” she whines. So apparently she hasn’t lost all ability to form words. “Please, sweetheart. Touch me. Please.”
“Because you asked so nicely,” I say as I slide my fingers across the centre of her underwear. I hook it to the side and hold it in place with one hand while I use the other to tease her clit. She writhes against my hand but when I slip my finger inside her she goes a relaxed, boneless kind of still for a moment before slowly pushing her hips back.
“That good, huh?”
A guttural “yes” falls from her lips as I slide another finger in. She pushes back further, rocking herself on my hand. She moves faster, harder, until her thrusts start to lose rhythm.
I stand, giving myself better control. I take hold of the back of her skirt, pushing it around her waist and holding her in place as I work my fingers in and out of her tight, wet heat.
Abi trembles and finally lets go, crying out as her orgasm wracks her body. As she rides out the wave, she collapses onto her desk, holding up a shaky hand.
“I’ll be right back with you. Just going to need a moment after that,” she mumbles against the wood.
“Stay just like that,” I say. “Don’t move.”
I slide her underwear back into place, then fit my hips against her ass, dragging my cock along her pussy, revelling in the feeling, despite both our underwear being between us. Abi shudders.
I finally fish my cock out and wrap my palm around it. The head brushes against her ass cheek and Abi turns her head to look back at me over her shoulder.
“How do you want me take care of that for you?”
“By staying exactly where you are.” The words are interspersed with grunts as I thrust my hips forward, fucking into my fist.
Abi’s eyes go wide with realisation and she pushes back up onto her elbows, trying to see more. I can’t decide if I want to stare at her face as she watches me jerk off over her ass, or if I want to watch my cock as it slides through my hand, skimming her ass with each pass.
“That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” Abi mutters and her words send me over the edge.
I come with a groan and manage to catch myself before I collapse on top of Abi. I fall into the chair instead, Abi’s exposed ass right back in my line of sight.
I don’t know what I’ve ever done to deserve this, but fuck, I’m grateful for it, whatever it was.