Chapter Twenty-Two
Twenty-Two
Jack
Something feels different with Abby.
She hasn’t stopped kissing me since we stepped through the door, and instead of asking her if I can bring her back to my bedroom like usual, she’s dragging me to it herself. Not that I’m complaining.
Actually, the way she’s tugging me along like she knows exactly what she wants from me is turning me the fuck on.
Her hands are already at the button of my jeans, snapping them open deftly and delving inside to palm me through my underwear. I hiss at the contact of her warm fingers against my thickening cock, groaning into her mouth when she squeezes me through the strained cotton.
“Abby,” I grunt. “You’re killing me here.”
“Want you naked,” she mumbles against my lips as she shoves at my jeans.
I’m already reaching for the hem of my T-shirt. “Yes, ma’am.”
She pulls away to watch as I tug it over my head, tossing it aside just as her hands reach to run over the hard plane of my chest.
“It’s entirely not fair that you’re this hot,” she grumbles.
I can’t help the smug smile that touches my mouth. “Are you objectifying me, Abigail?”
“Hard,” she says immediately. “I am totally objectifying you.”
Her serious expression makes me laugh, and I reach to wrap my hands under her ass, tossing her on the bed and moving to crawl over her.
Her mouth finds mine as I shove my hands under her shirt, my fingers skimming along the taut line of her belly before moving higher to cup her breasts through her bra.
“Take this off so I can do some objectifying of my own,” I murmur against her mouth.
She wiggles out of her shirt in record time, and her purple lace bra against the creamy swell of her breasts has my mouth watering, immediately diving in to press kisses there. I hook a finger into one of the cups of her bra, swirling my tongue around her tight pink nipple as she gasps with it.
“Off,” she sighs, shoving at my jeans again. “Want these off.”
I scoot to fall back to my feet at the end of the bed, enjoying the picture she paints.
Her blond hair is spread out around her face like a fan, her gray eyes darker than usual as she regards me through hooded lids.
She reaches to pinch her nipples through her bra as she watches me, and the sight is enough to have my cock pressing hard against the zipper of my jeans, my body wanting me to be rid of the denim just as badly as Abby does.
“You first,” I say, undoing the button of her jeans.
I shuck them over her long legs as my eyes eat up her matching lace underwear, my mouth watering with the need to press my tongue between her legs, just to remind myself how good she tastes.
I make quick work of the rest of my clothes before I crawl back over her, my cock heavy and throbbing now as it skims her thighs, leaving a sticky trail in its wake.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I say roughly, a little stunned that I’m here with her, that she wants me.
I am a lot of things—but good enough for Abby Thompson is never something I could have possibly considered being.
Some insecure part of me wants to ask if she’s sure, but I decide instead to just be grateful that she’s looking at me like she is, like she needs me at this moment just as much as I need her.
I slant my mouth across hers as I reach under her to flick open the clasp of her bra. She wiggles beneath me so I can wrestle it from her, tossing it to the floor as I cup the entirety of her breast in my hand, squeezing and kneading until she’s groaning into my mouth.
I let my forehead rest against hers as my gaze travels down the line of her lithe body, my fingers skimming over her navel until I can tuck them under the elastic of her underwear, teasing the slick flesh that waits there.
She squirms when I circle her clit gently with my finger, and I lift my head to grin down at her as I continue to touch her.
“You’re so fucking wet for me.”
She cocks a brow. “You going to do something about that?”
“In a minute,” I say, drawing a slow pattern around her clit that makes her back bow.
She shuts her eyes tight as her lips part, a slow, stuttered breath escaping her when I tease lower, pressing against her entrance gently.
“God, Abby,” I rasp. “You feel so fucking good.”
“I’d feel better with your cock inside me,” she says boldly.
My head drops to her chest as a groan escapes me, my dick throbbing so hard at her words it feels like I could almost come.
Suddenly there’s a hard shove against my chest, and Abby is pushing me onto my back, leaving me stunned and prone as she lifts up to her knees, slowly sliding her panties down and off.
I can see how wet she is like this, and seeing that, knowing I made her that way—it has me tugging at her hips, forcing her to straddle me so that her soaked pussy glides right against my aching cock.
Abby isn’t hesitant in the way she reaches between us to grab hold of me, stroking me once just as slowly and torturously as I’d been teasing her.
“Do you have condoms?”
I nod vehemently. “Bedside table.”
She leans as she fishes one out of my drawer, and my stomach clenches with want as I watch her tear it open with her teeth. This is her show, it seems, but I’m just happy she’s taking me along for the ride.
Literally.
“It almost isn’t fair,” she murmurs, slowly sliding the condom down my length. “You’re already too pretty. You shouldn’t get to have a cock this perfect too.”
My lips curl. “You’re going to give me a big head.”
“Right,” she laughs, tucking the condom snugly against the base of me. “Like you don’t already.”
“It’s hard not to, with you in my bed,” I say huskily, running my hands over the tops of her thighs. “Never dreamed you’d let me touch you like this.”
“Yeah?” She grasps my cock, lifting slightly so she can rub the head against her slick folds. “You thought about it?”
“More than I should have,” I admit.
She bites her lip, peeking at me from under her lashes. “Maybe I did too.”
“Even before last night?”
She nods slowly, looking shy. “Maybe.”
I wrap my hands around her hips, her hand releasing me as I force her to undulate back and forth against my length, my lashes fluttering at the sensation.
“Tell me I can have you,” I beg. “Tell me you want this as much as I do.”
“I told you.” She leans over me, her lips pressing sweetly to mine. “I want you, Jack.”
She lifts her hips to accommodate me, and I reach down to take my cock in hand, lining myself up with her entrance as she slowly, slowly starts to sink down the length of me.
Every inch feels like torture and also bliss—needing more and somehow less because it feels like I could explode at any second from the tight clasp of her.
“Fuck,” I moan. “You’re so fucking full of me.”
She whimpers when she takes all of me, but the sound is needy, desperate even, echoing the way I feel inside. She rocks her hips as she adjusts, her eyes closed and her mouth parted as short gasps of breath escape her.
I suck in a breath when she lifts up, watching as she glides up my cock, expelling it harshly when she drops back down, unable to tear my eyes away from her sweet little pussy swallowing every inch of me.
“Look at you,” I murmur. “Taking me so well.” I glance up to meet her heavy-lidded gaze. “You feel so good, Abby.”
She makes that same needy little sound, doing it all over again—the slow slide upward before the sharp drop as she uses me for her pleasure.
And watching her do that, seeing her losing herself bit by bit because of me—it has me grinding my teeth with the need to roll her over and fuck her senseless.
But again, this is Abby’s ride. And I’m fucking here for it.
“God, that’s good,” she hums, angling her hips to take me even deeper. “I want more.”
“Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you,” I promise. “I’ll give you fucking anything, Abby.”
She looks me dead in the eye and says, “I want you to fuck me until I can’t think of anything else.”
She looks so serious as she says it, like there’s nothing she wants more, and just hearing the words is enough to make me go a little feral. I only pull out of her for the briefest of moments to roll her onto her stomach, her pretty ass in the air as her fingers clench the sheets.
“You want it hard, baby?”
“I want everything,” she breathes, her lashes fluttering.
I run a hand down the long length of her spine, counting the notches there before slowly curling it to palm the smooth curve of her ass.
I can see everything like this—how her pretty pussy is soaking wet for me, just begging for me to sink inside—and I bite my lower lip hard to suppress the overwhelming surge of lust that courses through me, noticing how shiny my condom-covered cock is when I fist it tightly.
“Then that’s exactly what you’re going to get,” I promise, tapping the head of my cock against her entrance, rubbing it through her folds to coat myself in more of her.
I push inside of her slowly, slow enough that I can feel every single inch as she swallows me up, and I hiss through my teeth at the sensation, not knowing how anything could feel as good as this does. As good as she does.
I notice the way she’s still reaching beneath her to pinch her nipples, her teeth worrying at her lower lip, biting at it until it’s wet and red.
Almost like she likes a little bit of pain with her pleasure.
I sink deeper inside her as I push my hand back down the length of her spine, tangling my fingers in her hair, gently enough that I don’t tug, but just hard enough that I can pin her in place as I start to rock back and forth.
“Just like that,” she hums. “You can go harder.”
“Fuck, Abby,” I groan. “You’re going to kill me.”
I pull out slowly just to push right back inside, unable to tear my eyes away from the way her body accepts me, the way she stretches to accommodate my girth as I push deeper and deeper with every thrust. I accidentally clench my fist that’s tangled in her hair when her pussy squeezes tightly around me, cursing under my breath as I mutter an apology.