Chapter Twenty-Four #3
“Probably—ah.” She moans when I tilt my hips to hit that spot inside that seems to light her up, her head tipping forward as she shudders. “Probably for the best,” she manages. “God, harder.”
“Touch yourself,” I urge, already feeling that pressure building at the base of my spine as my balls draw up tight. I don’t know if it’s where we are or just her, but I really won’t make it very long. Not like this. “I want to feel you come on this cock.”
“Yeah?”
“Always want to feel it,” I grind out. “Fuck, Abby. I’d keep you on my dick for days if I could.”
She turns her head, and I catch a glimpse of her lazy grin just as I see her arm working, as if she’s shoved it into her leggings. “Maybe I’d let you.”
“Fuck.”
I sling my hips harder as I start to pound into her, each thrust drawing out a litany of sounds, each one making me burn just a little hotter.
At this rate, if someone did walk by, there would be no denying what we were doing over here—but I simply don’t care.
Not when I can feel the tight grip of her pussy hugging me so good; not when she’s touching herself frantically, racing toward the end with me.
“You gonna come for me, Abby?” I run a hand over her back, winding my fingers into her hair and tugging lightly, like I know she likes.
I pull her head back so I can catch sight of her eyes, noting the glazed look there.
“Want you to scream for me. Want everyone to fucking hear who’s making you feel good. ”
“Jack.”
“That’s right,” I growl. “My name. I want to hear my name when you fucking come.”
“Fuck, Jack.”
I can see the way her hand works faster, and I can feel that pressure building and building inside me, so hot that it feels like a physical weight on me—like it’s consuming me from the inside out.
I throw my head back with an open mouth as I thrust harder—push deeper—feeling her start to quiver inside as she falls apart around me.
I grit my teeth as I work her through it, trying to hold back my orgasm so I can wring every last bit of pleasure from her before I let go.
I only allow myself to tip over the edge when she starts to sag against the tree, her body going slack.
I thrust deep one last time and empty into the condom as sweat starts to drip down my spine despite the weather.
This isn’t what I planned for us, wasn’t at all what I had in mind when I brought her out here, but I know damned well that this will be all I can think of anytime I come here in the future.
That this place will be forever imprinted with her.
We’re both breathing hard when it’s over, both still as we try to catch our breath, and it isn’t until she lets out a satisfied hum that I release my grip on her hair, slowly easing out of her and helping her right her leggings before taking care of myself.
I pull off the condom and knot it, stowing it in my pocket and tucking myself away before zipping up just as Abby straightens.
“Well,” she huffs, her cheeks pink and her voice breathless. “That was fun.”
I narrow my eyes as I recall how riled she’d been when I’d called our time together fun. “I thought we didn’t like that description.”
“Oh?” She grins slyly. “I can’t recall.”
“Fucking tease,” I laugh, pulling her into my chest to cover her mouth with mine. She laughs into the kiss, letting her hands rest against my chest, and I bring my palms up to cover them, holding her there. “I think that’s the most reckless thing I’ve ever done.”
“Please,” Abby snorts. “Lila told me about the drunken triple axel.”
“I could have totally done it,” I grumble.
“Of course you could have,” she coos.
I pull her hand up to press a kiss to her palm, noting a few scratches there from her brush with the tree. “Ouch.”
“Worth it,” she says, looking satisfied.
“You know that’s not why I brought you out here, right?” I ask, suddenly feeling unsure.
She rolls her eyes, shoving me away even as her lips turn up in a smile. “I’m a big girl, Jack. I know what I want.”
“Fine, fine,” I relent. I gesture to the blanket, where my containers still lie. “We still have the shark coochie to get through.”
“I really wish you would never say those words to me ever again.”
I lean in, smacking a kiss against her cheek. “No promises.” I frown then, my lips twisting as I consider everything we just did. “Is this the weirdest first date ever?”
“For you and me?” She looks contemplative, tapping a finger against her lips for a few seconds before she grins at me. “I think it’s just right.”
And as I watch her kneel on my blanket and start sorting through the food, I think to myself that I couldn’t agree more.
Almost as much as I think how much I’d like to do it again.
How much I’d like to tell people about it.
Well, maybe not all of it—but in general?
Letting people know that I’ve started to think of her as mine? Hell yeah. I want that.
I glance at her warily as I join her on the blanket.
I just have to convince her that it’s a good idea first.