Chapter Twenty-Two #2
“Don’t,” she says breathlessly. “I like it.”
“Yeah?” I wind a little more of her hair around my fist, testing, tugging gently enough that she could tell me to stop if she wanted. “Like this?”
Her eyes pop open, looking up at me from where the side of her face is pressed into the mattress, an intensity there that has me shivering all over.
“Harder,” she says.
I have to grind my teeth to keep from shooting off too soon at the authority in her tone. I never imagined a scenario where I would like a woman telling me what to do, but I’m finding that with Abby…I like everything.
So I give her what she asks for, tugging her hair in my grip as I pick up the pace of each thrust—the sound of skin slapping against skin ringing out in the space of my bedroom as her body jolts with every connection of our bodies.
Her mouth is gaping, and her eyes are now shut tight, her expression so lost to pleasure that it has a burning desire licking at every part of my body, threatening to push me over the edge.
“That’s it,” I murmur, curving my body so I can bring my mouth to her ear as I give her hair another experimental tug. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you. So fucking good for me.”
“Fuck,” she cries. “Harder. Give it to me.”
I nearly lose it when I realize her hand is between her legs, her little fingers swiping furiously at her clit as my cock slides deep inside her again and again and again—and suddenly my sole purpose is feeling her come apart around me. To feel her tumble over the edge knowing I did that to her.
She yelps in surprise when I give her hair a sharper tug, snaking my arm under her belly and using the momentum to tug her up to her knees, her back pressed to my front as I drive into her.
“This what you need?” I snap my hips, my fingers splaying over her belly and pressing higher between her breasts. “You need me to fuck you hard?”
She nods her head, her hand covering mine and bringing it even higher until my fingers spread across her throat.
I press my lips there as she applies a gentle pressure, telling me without words what she wants.
It’s not something I expected from her—not that I ever expected that she would let me do this to her in the first place—but I’m finding everything about what she’s demanding of me is only making me burn hotter.
I cup her throat with just enough pressure for her to feel it, my teeth scraping against the soft column before I soothe the spot with my tongue.
The sounds of my skin slapping against hers continue to ring in the air, and I can feel the way she tightens around me when I squeeze at her throat.
She nods dazedly when my fingers cup just beneath her jaw, forcing her head back so I can slot my mouth against hers.
“Touch yourself,” I mumble against her lips. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
When I tuck my chin against her shoulder, I can see the way she obliges, her hand going between her legs and her fingers circling the taut bundle of nerves there.
With every swipe of her fingers she gets tighter around me, making it almost difficult to continue pushing inside her.
She’s practically strangling my cock at this point, and I can feel my eyes starting to cross in pleasure as I push deeper, as I snap my hips even harder—giving her everything, just like she asked.
“Oh. Oh,” she cries, her hand working faster. “Don’t stop.”
“Never stopping,” I rasp. “Never.”
“Jack,” she cries out. “Jack.”
My name on her tongue has me moaning, a pressure building deep inside me that is fit to bursting.
My thighs tremble and my body shakes, and it takes everything I have to wait for her, to wait until I can feel the rhythmic clenching of her pussy around me as she gushes with her orgasm.
Only then do I allow myself to let go, rocking in and out of her with my head thrown back as I unload inside the condom.
There’s a part of me that loathes the barrier between us, something that’s literally never occurred to me before.
I’ve never had sex without a condom, but for some reason, with Abby, some small part of me wishes there was nothing between us.
That I could feel her bare, without any restrictions.
Still, feeling her shaking against me is the greatest thing I’ve ever felt, and I can hear my breath sawing out of me in ragged pants, my hand still wrapped around her throat and my cock still lodged deep inside her even as I begin to soften.
My lips graze against her neck as my breath puffs against her skin, seemingly unable to extricate myself from her yet.
“Abby, that was…”
Her hand reaches to cover mine, squeezing gently. “I know.”
I untangle myself from her carefully, pulling the condom off and knotting it at the end before tossing it aside to collect later.
For a second, I expect her to try to run off, to try to put distance between us as she often does after she lets me touch her—so she surprises me when she lets me guide her down to the bed, collecting her in my arms and pulling her into my chest as I press my lips to her temple.
“Thank you,” she sighs.
A chuckle escapes me. “No one’s ever thanked me for sex before.”
“It’s not just that,” she hums, sounding satisfied. “For all of it. For today. Just…thank you.”
She buries her face deeper into my chest as she says it, and I feel an explosion of butterflies in my stomach at the softness of her tone. It’s the same feeling when I’ve scored a winning goal, when I’ve made Dee smile—it’s a pure happiness that comes from doing something right.
I think to myself then that if she would let me hold her like this forever, that might not be so bad.
“We could do it again,” I tell her.
She snorts. “You’re going to have to give me a little recovery time there, bed buddy.”
“No,” I laugh. “I meant all of it. We could…We could go somewhere. Together.”
She leans back, meeting my eyes. “More friend outings?”
“Or…like a date,” I try, those butterflies in my stomach mutating into something more violent as my heart starts to thud.
“A date,” she echoes.
“Sure,” I say with more confidence than I feel. “People do that. Movies, dinner, et cetera…It might be fun.”
“And you want to do that…with me?”
“I told you, I—” I swallow thickly, gathering my courage. “I…like you, Abby. I’d like to see where this goes. If you’ll let me.”
She studies me for a long moment, one where it’s near impossible to tell what she’s thinking, and with every second I feel my anxiety ratcheting higher, suddenly worried I’ve pushed her too far.
So it’s an utter relief when her lips tilt into a soft smile, one that’s almost shy.
“We could do that,” she says quietly. “If you want.”
I can feel my cheeks growing tight with the strength of my answering smile. “I want.”
“Since you like me,” she teases.
“Mm.” I slide my lips against hers, still smiling. “You like me too.”
“I plead the Fifth.”
“That’s fine,” I tell her. “I’ll just have to force it out of you.”
“And how do you think you’ll do that?”
I roll our bodies until mine covers hers, propping up on my forearms to grin down at her. I tilt my hips to rub my spent cock between her legs, feeling it twitch with renewed interest.
“I have my ways,” I say.
Her smile is sweet, but her eyes spark with challenge.
“We’ll see about that.”
I don’t even mind that she won’t admit it.
I’ve got plenty of time to get it out of her.