Chapter 39
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Linc
I want to devour her whole. She feels too fucking good in my arms. I have wanted little else besides this for the last month.
Being her friend is great and all, but I want all of her. I’ve never felt that way with anyone else, but I guess there’s a first time for everything.
We’re a fumbling mess of clawing hands and gasping breaths as we stumble across the room.
She lets out a huff when her ass collides with the back of the couch. The contact seems to partially jolt her out of the lust-induced haze we were both trapped in moments ago.
My hands grip her a little tighter, not wanting her to pull away. I think I’ll fall to my knees and beg her to stay if that’s what she does.
Her eyes dart around the room. “Oliver?”
I swallow past the worry that momentarily clogged my throat. “In bed.”
She nods once, then pulls my mouth back down to hers. My hands grip the back of her scrub-clad thighs, hoisting her into my arms.
Her limbs wrap around me. We barely break apart long enough to breathe as I walk down the hall and into my room.
I have enough wherewithal to lock the door. There’s a clunking noise on the hardwood behind me that must be her shoes hitting the floor.
I set her back on her feet at the side of my bed. She stares up at me with lust-drunk eyes. Her cheeks are flushed, pupils blown.
“Clothes off,” I tell her, taking a few steps backward.
She swallows thickly before reaching for the bottom of her scrub top. She pulls it up over her head, followed by the pink shirt she’s wearing underneath.
Next are her pants and socks. They join the other clothes in a pile on the floor. From what I know about Abby, I’m surprised they aren’t thrown haphazardly around the room.
Her hands fall to her sides. She’s only in a simple white lace bra and purple thong. I want to see all of her, every delicious inch. “Take it all off.”
She unclips her bra, letting it slowly slide down her arms. Little minx. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
Her panties make an even slower descent down her long legs. Instead of letting them fall into the pile at her feet, she tosses them at my face.
Yeah, I think Minx might be the perfect nickname for her.
My fist closes around the lace-trimmed fabric. Her eyes pop wide when I bring them to my nose and inhale.
The smell makes my already achingly hard cock twitch in my shorts. It’s musk and distinctly her.
“Get on the bed,” I tell her, my voice gravelly with desire.
She crawls toward the head of the bed. The view of her ass in the air like that makes me want to worship her like the queen she is.
Lucky for both of us, that’s exactly what I plan to do.
She rests her head on the pillows, eyes tracking over me as I strip down. My cock bobs in front of me, pointing directly at the object of all my desires.
I still have her underwear in my fist as I climb onto the bed and up over her body. She whimpers when my cock makes contact with her heated skin.
My lips kiss a path from her shoulder to just below her ear. “Do you want a taste?” I ask.
She shivers beneath me. “Please.”
My chest rumbles in approval. Fuck. She’s perfect—perfect for me. My fingers lace through hers as I inch my way up her body.
Her eyes widen when I stop with my knees on either side of her chest. “What—” The question trails off when I place her hands on my thighs.
“Keep them right here,” I say, gently touching the backs of her hands.
“Okay,” she says with a small nod.
“Three taps on my leg, and I’ll stop right away.”
“Okay,” she says again. She’s staring up at me with a level of trust that makes my heart clench in my chest. It means more than I ever thought it would.
I grab another pillow, sliding it under her head. When I lean forward a little, it puts my cock a breath away from her kiss-swollen lips. “Lick it.”
Her tongue slides over the underside of my crown, lapping away the precum that was beading at the tip.
She doesn’t even hesitate before swirling her tongue around the swollen head of my cock that feels like it has a heartbeat of its own at this point. I’m pretty sure half the blood in my body is in my dick right now.
Her tongue rolls over my piercing, pulling a rough groan from me.
Needing to feel her mouth all the way around me, I nudge the tip against her lips. Her mouth opens without question.
I glide over her addictive tongue and deeper into her mouth. The feeling is indescribable. The look in her eyes as she’s staring up at me is even better.
She keeps her hands on my thighs just like I asked her to as I slowly start to slide in and out of her mouth. I don’t want to hurt her, so I keep my thrusts shallow.
I’m also worried I’ll come in less than a minute if I fuck her mouth any harder, and this isn’t where I want the night to end. I’m not even close to being done with her.
Her hands tighten on my legs, nails biting in against my skin. I gently pull out. “Are you okay?”
“Don’t stop,” she says, longing eyes staring up at me.
With my thumb, I trace a line down the side of her face before guiding my cock back into her mouth. She moans when I start thrusting again, so I pick up my pace.
I press a little further, nudging the back of her throat. The noises she’s making around my cock threaten to send me over the edge.
When the tingles start to build in my balls, I slide free from her delectable mouth. She lets out a whimper in protest.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth.” She still looks defeated. “I want to come in your pussy.”
Her eyes turn to molten desire. I slowly make my way down her body, kissing and licking the entire way.
She’s a squirming mess by the time I’m lying between her spread thighs with my face inches from her glistening pussy.
“I’m already ready. You don’t need to do that,” she says, shaking her head.
I know she was into it when Wyatt ate her out the night we were all together, but I have to check. “Do you not want me to?” I ask, pressing up on my elbows.
“No… I just. I’m already wet.” The words come out disjointed, like her thoughts are bouncing all over the place.
“Maybe it’s for me as much as it’s for you,” I say with a smirk.
“Oh…”
“You aren’t the only one that wants a taste tonight.” The words are barely past my lips before I descend on her. She lets out a strangled groan that has me pulling back. “Quiet, angel.”
Oliver sleeps like the dead and is on an entirely different floor of the house, but I still don’t want to risk him hearing something that could scar him for life.
“Right,” she says, blinking a few times.
Her head flops back against the pillows when my tongue connects with her clit. It doesn’t take long to work her to the edge.
She pulls one of the pillows out from under her, smothering it over her face.
I can’t help but smile against her pussy as I continue to swirl my tongue around her clit. The muffled noises coming from beneath the pillow are as hilarious as they are hot as fuck.
All it takes is teasing one of my fingers at her entrance for her to shatter.
Thank goodness the pillow was already in place because the noises she makes are obscene. I have to squeeze the shit out of my dick to keep the threatening orgasm at bay.
I slowly glide my tongue over her until long after her orgasm subsides.
Honestly, I could do this for hours. I’ve always loved eating women out, but this is something else entirely. I will never get enough.
Her body is completely relaxed beneath me as I lean in to kiss her. She doesn’t seem to mind that her come is still on my lips. She just pulls me in even closer.
“You good?” I ask between kisses.
“More than good.” The words are dreamy.
Her hips rotate against me, no doubt trying to get my cock right where she wants it. Inside of her.
I reach between us, guiding my cock to her entrance. We both let out heavy exhales when I’m fully seated.
Her legs wrap around my waist, drawing me in impossibly closer. Our mouths seal in a kiss that seems to never end. In part, it’s to keep each other quiet, but we also can’t seem to pry ourselves away for even a second.
Our bodies rock together in perfect unison, building each other higher with each passing minute. Time seems to stand still—nothing else exists besides the two of us.
The intimacy of this moment is making me rethink everything I thought I knew about missionary. I’m pretty sure it has more to do with Abby than it does with the position itself.
Sex has never been like this before. Sex was always just sex. Sex with feelings isn’t just physical. It anchors your heart and soul into the experience.
“I’m… I’m…” she stutters against my lips.
“I know, angel.” I can tell she’s close by the way her walls are fluttering around me. It only takes a few more thrusts for her orgasm to crest. I swallow her cries of pleasure as my own orgasm courses through me in turbulent waves.
Our sweaty bodies cling to one another until the air around us starts to grow cold. Pulling away from her is almost painful, even though she doesn’t seem to be in any rush to go anywhere.
I quickly get us both cleaned up, then climb back into my bed beside her. She’s already halfway asleep, but she snuggles into my side.
“I should go,” she grumbles.
I move a few strands of her hair away from her face. “Not right now.”
I don’t think she should be driving with how tired and blissed-out she is. I also can’t bear the thought of having her anywhere else besides wrapped in my arms.
Reaching over her, I grab my phone from the nightstand where I put it on the charger earlier. I set an alarm for four hours from now. It won’t be near enough sleep or time to hold her, but I’ll take what I can get.
It doesn’t take long for her soft breaths to lull me to sleep with her head resting on my chest and her leg thrown over mine.
I can’t fight the yawn as I park Wyatt’s car in the garage. After realizing Kane and Wyatt were back from the bar and thankfully both in their rooms for the night, I followed Abby home to make sure she got there safely.
I’m sure they were confused as to why Abby’s car was parked in front of the house, but they clearly decided not to press the subject.
When I told Abby I was going to follow her home, she insisted she would be just fine. I insisted harder. She can argue, but she’s never going to win fights when it comes to her safety.
I had to physically pry myself away from her after I kissed her at her front door. I wanted nothing more than to follow her inside and fall asleep with her in her bed.
Oliver seeing her in the morning wasn’t an option, though, so I had to sneak her out like a teenager past curfew.
The house is quiet when I walk back inside, but Wyatt and Kane are both in the kitchen. Their eyes zero in on me the moment I round the corner.
Fuck.
I know tonight went against everything we had previously decided, but I can’t get myself to believe that doing anything with Abby is wrong. Something that pure can’t be wrong.
I expect to see anger or judgment in their eyes, but all I see staring back at me is resignation and maybe a hint of jealousy.
“I can’t stay away,” I tell them honestly.
They both nod slowly.
“Neither can I,” Wyatt says.
Kane’s eyes fall closed as he shakes his head. “Same.”
They could be screaming at me right now, but they get it. If either of them was in my shoes, the very same thing would have happened.
I’ve known for weeks they were both struggling, but we’ve never talked about it.
“It’s killing her, too,” Wyatt adds. He tells us how she admitted it to him on Thanksgiving.
A twinge pierces my heart at the thought of anything hurting Abby—even the avoidance of a relationship with the three of us.