34. Flynn
34
FLYNN
Abi slips out from where I have her boxed in against the wall—again.
She slides her hand into mine, and by this point I feel like I shouldn’t be so affected every time she touches me.
But I am.
Maybe it’s just what the touch from a gorgeous woman does to me.
Maybe it’s only Abi’s touch.
Maybe it’s nerves because I have no idea what’s going to happen tonight. As much as I try to fake confidence, tonight I’m struggling.
Especially being back in my childhood home. I hope that tiny factor isn’t going to make this extreme levels of awkward. It’s already bad enough.
Abi leads me into the open plan kitchen, dining and living area. “I don’t have a lot of options sorry. Some Coke, white wine or gin. ”
I shake my head. “I don’t need a drink,” I say.
I step towards the doors that open out onto the back deck. My parents spent most of my childhood renovating this place. I love that pretty much everything is exactly the same as it was when I moved out six years ago, right after I turned eighteen and finished high school. By then I was legally no longer Hunter’s responsibility, and I had my job at Wildflower Ridge to fall into.
I stare out into the night and exhale a long breath, then spin around to find Abi standing directly behind me. We both startle and a giggle slips from her lips. A moment later, we’re both laughing and the tension that was curling up my spine releases.
“You’re nervous,” Abi says and it’s not a question.
“Little bit,” I say, pinching my fingers together. “I don’t know the protocol here.”
“Protocol might be a bit formal,” she says, a smile curving her lips.
“You know what I mean,” I grumble, but my mouth is tugging into a smile too.
“It’s whatever we want it to be. Friends with full benefits, friends with hand jobs only, just friends. It’s up to us, and we don’t need to define everything right now. Things can evolve as we go. The most important thing is we’re open and honest with each other. I don’t want to push you into anything, and I don’t want to lose the friendship we already have.” She sighs. “Because you’re my only one here, but …” She trails off and toys with the ends of her hair.
“But?” I take a step towards her. The pull is too great and I can’t stay away. My hands land on her waist and she sucks in a breath. It makes her chest swell, her tits rising under the edge of her dress.
And just like that my dick goes hard.
“But just the thought of you touching me has me wet and so turned on I can’t think straight.”
I thought my dick was already hard, but it gets harder. The pressure in my jeans makes me want to moan, and not in a good way. “Fucking hell, Rosie,” I mutter. “You make my cock so hard I could cry.”
“I could take care of that for you.” The gleam in her eye is wicked as she slides her tongue across her bottom lip. Her hands find their way to the waistband of my jeans and after a brief pause to check if I’m going to stop her, she pops the button.
Her fingers work at the zipper, slowly dragging it down, and as that goes down, so does she.
“Wait,” I blurt and she freezes, halfway to her knees. What the hell is my mouth thinking stopping her right now? “Come here.” I pull her back to standing, cup her face in my palm and bring my lips down on hers.
She hesitates, then leans into the kiss, reaching up to slide her hands into my hair. The press of her fingertips against my scalp and the tug of my hair feels incredible.
“Don’t you want to?” Abi murmurs against my mouth.
I take a few steps backwards, skirting around the coffee table in the centre of the room and dragging Abi with me. I drop onto the couch, leaving her standing before me.
“God, yes I want to. But I don’t want it to be over in under a minute either.” I run my hands up her legs, under her skirt and grip her thighs. “Get down here. ”
Abi climbs into my lap, my hands sliding to caress her gorgeous ass. My fingers brush lace and I want to make her get straight back up to get this dress off so I can see what she’s wearing underneath.
Trailing her fingers up my neck, Abi leans in to whisper in my ear. “Just do what feels good for you, sweetheart.”
I groan and pull her mouth back to mine. Our tongues brush and I lose myself in her. I know how to kiss, I’ve done that much before, so I lean into something I know I’m good at.
I drag my lips across her jaw and when she tips her head back, exposing the long column of her delicate throat I embrace the invitation. I press open mouthed kisses between her jaw and collarbone, alternating with tongue and teeth. Her breathy sounds, little moans and cries, encourage me. Surely she’s not making those noises if it’s bad.
One hand is still under her skirt, gripping the full curve of her ass and pulling her against me. My other hand is against her back, holding her steady. I drag it lower and my fingers brush the zipper of her dress.
“Yes,” Abi moans against my temple as the fabric gives. The straps slide down her arms, exposing the soft pink lace bra she’s wearing.
I don’t have enough hands for all the places I want to touch her. I want one in her hair, one holding her to me, one cupping her ass, one caressing the incredible tits now right in front of my face and one sliding between her legs to relive the last time we were together.
“Lose the dress,” I growl and Abi doesn’t hesitate, tossing the garment across the room .
I lean back against the couch and drink in the sight of her. Miles of gorgeous skin dotted with occasional freckles and a few silvery stripes near her hips. I run a finger over them.
“Stretch marks,” she murmurs.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I say in response.
“Not the dirty talk I had in mind for tonight,” she says, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my mouth. “But thank you.”
“Dirty talk?”
“Mmhmm,” she hums, grinding down into my lap. “I’m very good with instructions.”
“Instructions?” I want to slap myself. Why have I suddenly lost the ability to talk?
She hums again. “Don’t overthink it, sweetheart. Trust your instincts because they’re very good.” She moans as my grip on her ass tightens. “What do you want to do with me?”
I want to do everything. Absolutely everything with this incredible woman. But I’m going to have to pace myself.
I drop my hands from her body, letting them fall to the couch beside me. Abi goes still, her grinding on my lap slowing to a stop.
“Right now, I want to watch you,” I say. “Keep going.”
Her eyes darken with lust and she pulls her lower lip between her teeth, one hand lifting to bury itself into her hair. She lifts her hips and slowly presses back down.
She’s wearing a matching set of lace underwear and the cowboy boots she never removed, while I’m still fully clothed and it’s giving me a power trip.
But if this is what she wants, if I haven’t misconstrued what she said … I’m going to embrace it .
I rest my head against the couch and stretch my arms along the back of it, admiring the view before me. As much as I love watching the expression on Abi’s face, my gaze keeps lingering on her body, on her soft waist and full hips and the way her tits look in that bra. It’s partially see-through and I can make out the darker colour of her nipples. I want to touch them, cup the weight in my hands and watch her face shift as I suck them into my mouth.
Abi must notice where I’m focussing my attention because her hands come to her chest, teasing and playing with the edges of her bra. “What do you want, sweetheart?”
The name catches me off guard again, like it has every time she’s used it. It makes my heart do a weird little trippy thing. I shake off that feeling and focus on Abi in my lap.
“Take it off.”
She scrambles to obey, reaching behind herself and a moment later the bra has joined the dress somewhere on the other side of the room.
“You like it when I tell you what to do?”
She nods, looking uncertain for a moment. “I like not having to think.” She cups her bare breasts, thumbs brushing over erect nipples. “Plus, this confidence looks fucking hot on you.” She pinches and lets out a moan.
The sound goes straight to my dick. I want her to make good on her offer from earlier, but I’m still nowhere near ready for this to be over and I know once she wraps her lips around my cock I won’t be able to last. It’s bad enough with her grinding on me.
I drag my hands up her thighs until I’m gripping her hips and shift her backwards. Her eyes immediately drop to the hard bulge in my jeans, the zip still only halfway down. She reaches for it but I bat her hand away.
“I thought you were doing as you were told,” I mutter against her ear. She lets out a needy whimper and I have to take a deep breath to keep my control in check. “Be a good girl and sit on the table.”
I don’t know where this is coming from, this confidence to be able to tell her what to do, to sound like I know what I’m doing when I really, really don’t. I’m grateful for it though. Grateful that I’m able to set the pace, and fuck it turns me on when she’s so keen to obey.
Abi slides off my lap and perches her ass on the corner of the coffee table in front of the couch. I hope it’s a sturdy one. She watches me with hungry eyes as I release my zipper and shove my pants down to take the pressure off.
“I can’t see you with your knees pressed together like that,” I say, voice a low rasp.
Abi’s eyes slam closed, but her legs open as she rests back on her hands. The scrap of fabric covering her pussy is drenched, her tits heaving as she pants.
I palm my cock through my boxers, pressing down to try and stave off the need that’s throbbing through me. I have no idea what I’m doing with Abi spread out before me like this.
Her eyes meet mine again and her desperate need is plain as day. “What now?”
“You’re going to stay just like that,” I say, “Until I tell you otherwise.”