Chapter 31 Kissing It Better
Kissing it better
“Ever?”
Abby’s look of incredulity was almost comical. Tinker knew better than to laugh out loud though.
“Dani says high school doesn’t count.” He shrugged.
Her jaw dropped. “What’s the longest you’ve dated a woman?”
“What do you define as dating?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. Dinner? Texting? Talking frequently.”
“We met, what? Two? Two and a half months ago?” he asked.
She nodded and pressed her lips tightly together. She looked like she was bracing for bad news.
“About two months or so.”
“So this is the longest relationship you’ve ever had?”
“Abby, you are the only adult relationship I’ve ever had.”
“I don’t— But you— You’ve been with other women, right?”
His lips twitched. “I didn’t take a vow of celibacy—I just swore off relationships.”
“How does that even work? You find some random woman whenever and then never see her again?”
“I wasn’t hiring sex workers, if that’s what you’re asking.” He couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped.
Abby smacked him on the chest. “Stop laughing. I’m serious.”
He cleared his throat and tried for a serious face. “Sorry.”
“I’m trying to understand how it worked.”
How had it worked? His last hookup had been a good six months before he met Abby. It felt like a lifetime ago.
“I don’t know. There wasn’t ever any plan,” he said. “I’d meet a woman, we’d hook up with the mutual understanding that it was just sex. The longest…arrangement I had was around three months.”
“What happened?” she asked.
Tinker shrugged. “She started trying to make plans and hinting she wanted more than just sex. I told her it wasn’t working anymore.”
The little line between her brows appeared. “Were you in an arrangement when you asked me out?”
He shook his head. “No. Hadn’t been for a while.”
“Why did you ask me out if that’s not what you normally do?”
“I honestly have no idea.”
He said it before thinking, but with the look of hurt that flashed across her face, he realized how it sounded. Tilting her chin up, he kissed her softly.
“I didn’t mean that the way it sounded, but I really don’t know what made me ask you out.
Your friend Lindsey made that joke about carrying your books home, and I couldn’t get the image out of my head.
I showed back up at the school and told myself I’d give it fifteen minutes.
If you came out, I’d ask you out. If you didn’t… ” He shrugged.
“What?”
He smiled, finally admitting the truth to himself. “I’d have waited another fifteen minutes.”
Her smile was worth the admission. “That’s really sweet.”
“I will deny everything if you ever mention it to anyone I work with. I have a reputation to protect.”
“What reputation is that?”
“Stoic loner.”
The corner of her eyebrow went up.
“Reformed stoic loner,” he corrected.
Lowering his head slowly, he pressed his lips to hers. She opened her mouth, and he followed her lead, letting her deepen the kiss. Before long, they were both breathing heavily.
He dragged his mouth away and pressed his forehead to hers. “I’m guessing you’re okay with my history since you didn’t kick me in the junk and run for the door, but I need to know for sure.” He lifted his head and looked down at her.
“Have you ever read your arrest report?” she asked.
He shook his head.
“You told the officers you beat him up because he molested Dani.”
“I did?”
She nodded. “I knew why you did it before I came, but I needed you to trust me enough to tell me yourself.” She laid her hand along the side of his face. “I’m okay with your history, Christian. And if I’m honest, it made me fall for you even more.”
A warm feeling spread through his chest the way a good whiskey did. God, this woman would break him. “You fell for me?”
A blush spread across her cheeks. “Yeah,” she whispered.
Tinker grasped the sides of Abby’s face, his thumbs brushing against her temples. “I fell for you too.”
Her smile was blinding for a moment, then she became serious. “But if you ever shut down on me again, I will kick you in the junk.”
He grinned. “I can’t make any promises. I’m new to this whole relationship thing, but I promise I’ll try.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.” Still grinning, he pressed his lips to hers again.
Abby wrapped her arms around his neck as their mouths meshed, and their tongues tangled together. Bending at the knees, he wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up, holding her close. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and he moved a hand down to her ass to support her weight.
She whimpered and clenched her legs tighter around him as she pulled at his T-shirt. They broke apart long enough to get it over his head. Her arms roamed across his shoulders and arms.
Fuck. He wanted inside her. Stumbling to the nearest workbench, he set her on it and pulled her shirt over her head. She kept her legs hooked behind his thighs as she fumbled with his belt.
Pulling down the cup of her bra, he ran a thumb over her hard nipple before sucking on it.
Abby’s head fell back and she moaned. God, he loved that sound. He sucked harder and rubbed her nipple with the flat of his tongue.
She pushed against his shoulders, and he reluctantly released her breast. Abby pushed again and he stepped back. She hopped down from the bench and pushed his jeans down his hips.
“What—?”
Abby knelt in front of him and he swayed. “Abby, you don’t—”
“Shut up, Tinker.” She grasped his cock and freed it from his boxers, sliding her mouth down the head without any hesitation.
“Yes, ma’am.” He braced one hand against the bench and brushed her hair away from her face.
She gazed up at him, slowly easing her mouth down his shaft.
Her tongue rubbed back and forth on the underside, warm and wet.
Fuck. Abby on her knees with his dick down her throat was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen.
She pulled back, then eased back down again.
With one hand, she grasped the base of his shaft and ran it up and down in time with her mouth.
She dug the fingers of her other hand into his ass as if she was afraid he’d try to back up.
Un-fucking-likely. He clenched his fingers in her hair at the base of her neck, not pulling or pushing. Just holding, making her pull against his grip to suck his cock.
She grunted as she strained against his hold, and he almost blew his wad then and there. He held on to it, wanting it to last longer. Wanted to give her more. Wanted to give her what she wanted.
“Do you want it dirty, Abby?” he asked in a harsh voice.
Her gaze flew to his and he could see the excitement in her eyes. Yeah, she wanted dirty.
“You want me to tell you to take my cock?”
She hummed her assent.
“Take it so deep you reach my balls? So deep you gag?”
Her breath brushed across his skin as she breathed heavily through her nose, and she groaned again.
How dirty would she let him go? He tightened his grip and held her still, only the tip still in her mouth. “You tap my ass if you want me to stop. Understand?”
She nodded and pressed her tongue to the slit along his head. Fuuuck.
“Let go with your hand. Undo your pants and push them down your hips.”
She followed his orders.
“Play with your clit. Make yourself come while I fuck your face.”
Her eyes almost rolled back in her head, but she slid one hand into her light blue underwear and began rubbing.
“Underwear too. I want to watch.”
She moaned deeply and pushed her underwear down, exposing the sparse thatch of hair.
“That’s it. Now do what you were doing.”
Fuck. He’d been wrong. This was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
“Yeah, that’s it.” He breathed heavily as he slowly fed his cock into her mouth. Pulling back, he kept his pace slow, keeping in mind how much she’d taken before. He gradually increased his pace, watching her fingers rub her clit. Picking up his pace to match hers, he shortened his strokes.
He wasn’t going to last much longer. Her fingers dug deeper into his ass, and he knew she was close too.
“You want me to come down your throat or on your tits?”
She sucked him long and hard, then swallowed, pulling him deeper into her throat.
“Fuck. Mouth it is.” He picked up his pace, cautiously watching to see if it became too much.
He could feel her exhale along the sensitive skin of his dick each time he withdrew. The tingle started deep, coiling at the base of his shaft.
“Can you come with me, Abby? I want you to swallow me down while you come.”
She whimpered against him and that was it. He pressed hard into her mouth as his orgasm exploded out of him. Her throat convulsed around him and he eased back, afraid he was suffocating her.
Her nails dug into his ass and he hissed. It recharged his orgasm and he froze, afraid if he gave into the urge, he’d shove hard and choke her. A shudder ran through his body and then his strength failed. He braced both hands against the edge of the table and pulled gently from her mouth.
Abby rested her forehead against his thigh. They stayed like that for several minutes, catching their breath before he helped her up. He pulled his jeans up before helping Abby with hers.
Her shirt was on the bench and he grabbed it. “Do you need to be home soon?”
She shook her head. “My mom’s with the kids.”
“Good.” He pulled her shirt over her head and didn’t care that he’d put it on her backwards and inside out. Not bothering to do more than zip his pants enough to keep them up, he grabbed her hand and led her toward the door.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“Upstairs. I’m not done with you yet.”
“Oh. Okay.”
He glanced over his shoulder and found her grinning.
“Can I tie you up this time?”
His hand spasmed around hers. Fuck.