13. Dash
DASH
“You’re being such a good girl,” I tell Abby as I carry her upstairs. “You really made Kane and Benjamin happy down there.”
She’s snuggled in against my chest, still gloriously naked. She’s light and leggy in my arms. I have them wrapped tightly around her, so she doesn’t get cold.
“What about you?” she asks with a whisper, glancing up at me.
“More happy than you can imagine.”
Yes, I have a raging hard on.
Yes, I want to fuck her within an inch of her life.
Yes, I have every intention of doing so sooner or later.
But tasting Abby, licking her sweet tangy pussy, hearing her cries of pleasure, was more satisfying than any sex I’ve had in my life up to this point.
“You’re a perfect little good girl,” I tell her. “You come so easily for us.”
“It is easy with you. Everything is easy with you.”
I use my foot to push open the door to her bedroom and take her into the bathroom, flicking on the ambient secondary lighting rather than the harsh overhead light.
When I set Abby down on the tile flooring she shivers. I immediately reach out and grab a fluffy towel off the hook next to the shower and wrap her in it. Creating a little knot between her breasts, I brush my lips over hers.
“Shower or bath?”
This guest bathroom has a small shower and a free-standing tub. I’m too bulky to fit in either one of them without Abby, let alone with her.
But this is about me caring for her, not gaining my own release.
“I don’t care. Whichever is easier.”
“You’re not used to asking for what you want, are you?”
I already know the answer. It’s there in the way she hesitates, the way she tends to look up at us from under her eyelashes.
It wraps itself around my heart and makes me want to nurture her, bolster her confidence, create security for her.
First I want her to admit it.
Then I can reassure her with both actions and words that she can feel comfortable asking us for anything from us.
She bites her lip. “That’s true, that is hard for me. How did you know?”
“Because I’m the same way. I think I was taught not to take up too much space, which is ironic, given my size.
” I ease her hair back off of her cheek, brushing the back of my knuckles down over the silken strands.
“It’s probably why I became a goaltender.
Well, in addition to the fact that it seemed at one point like I wasn’t going to stop growing.
But what’s your fear in asking for help or for what you need, Abby? You can tell me.”
“I guess that I’m too demanding. That I’m being greedy or something, I don’t know.” She shrugs.
Cupping her cheeks, my hands envelope the whole of her face, my thumbs brushing over her lips. “These lips right here never have to fear asking for anything from me, Benjamin, or Kane. You can always share with us what you’re thinking and feeling. What you need. I can promise you that.”
Abby is trembling beneath my touch. She nods. “I believe you. But it’s hard.”
“It just takes practice. So tell me, beautiful, what do you want right now? A shower or a bath?”
She draws in a deep shuddering breath and then exhales. “I want to take a bath,” she says. “So that you can sit next to me and talk to me. I want to be with you.”
It’s a hell of a win.
The admission wraps itself around my heart like a vice and makes me feel even more protective of Abby.
“Of course,” I tell her. “Done. And I’m so proud of you for telling me how you feel and what you need. Do you need anything else?”
Her hesitation is less pronounced now.
Almost immediately she nods. “I want to feel you inside me, Dash. Fuck me. Please.”
A growl rips out of me before I can prevent it.
My body immediately reacts. I’m tight and tense and hot with desire in every fucking inch of my body. I have been waiting for this moment from the second I laid eyes on Abby and while it hasn’t been that long, every second of it has been torture.
“I would love to fuck you,” I murmur. “And I love that you asked so sweetly.” I undo the knot on her towel and ease it off of her.
Then I place it on the edge of the countertop and turn Abby so she’s facing the sink and mirror. I place her hands palms down on the towel I’ve just placed there.
Abby sucks in a breath. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to fuck you.”
Sure, Kane said downstairs that no one of us would fuck her.
But he’ll understand.
She asked for it.
How the hell can I resist that?
Besides, I know that was difficult for Abby to say out loud. If I don’t follow through it will damage the trust I’m establishing with her.
I could never do that.
The guys will understand. If either of them were in this exact same situation they would fully fuck her.
“In front of the mirror?”
She sounds uncertain but excited at the same time.
“Yes. I want you to look at yourself. I want you to see that you deserve to get what you want. And I want you to keep telling me the whole time I’m fucking you what you want. Can you do that for me, Abby girl?”
She studies herself in the mirror. Almost immediately she straightens up, her shoulders going back, her sexy little tits rising high and firm as her posture improves. Her palms lift off the towel, her arms drifting to her sides. Goosebumps rise on her arms when I trace my fingers down them.
“Yes,” she says. “I can do that.”
“Good girl.”
Sweeping her hair back off of her shoulder, I lean in and trail kisses along her neck and collarbone. She shivers beneath my touch as I breathe in deeply her seductive strawberry scent.
I will never look at a strawberry the same way, that’s for damn sure.
Leisurely, I take my time running my lips over her bare flesh, waiting for her to tell me what she wants. What she needs.
I have nowhere to be and I am a patient guy.
I can enjoy just being close to her as long as it takes.
My palm flattens on her belly, and I brush my hand up and down ever so slightly, listening to her breathing. She rewards me by sucking in her breath when I get close to her sex but then shift away.
Glancing at her in the mirror, I see her watching not me, but my hand, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
“I want to see your big finger go inside my pussy,” she says abruptly.
Hell fucking yeah.
“Of course.”
I’m firmly up behind her with my arms wrapped around her as I use one hand to ease her apart.
“Can you see that? Can you see your pretty little wet cunt?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
With my other hand I drag the pad of my finger over her clit. “And do you see this little clit? How it’s so tight and ready?”
She nods.
“Does it ache, pretty girl? Does it need release?”
My own body aches so badly it’s like a drum pounding in my ear. But I’ll wait until she gives the word, even if it fucking kills me.
“My clit is too sensitive right now. Since you sucked on it. I don’t want you to touch it. I want your finger in me,” she says firmly.
She’s getting the hang of this. Her breathing has increased and her color is high. She lifts her gaze to lock eyes with me in the mirror and I see her confidence, her certainty in what she wants, and the pride displayed on her face that she was able to ask for it.
I kiss the side of her mouth. “That’s it. You’re doing such an amazing job.”
One hand still spreading her, I ease my index finger on the other hand inside her, hooking it so she really feels the full effect.
Abby moans, leaning back into me.
Her tight little ass is nestled fully against my cock and I swallow hard, wanting to just unleash the fucking beast and take her hot pussy.
It takes everything I have in me not to.
But then she starts to move her hips, pumping herself onto my finger, her gaze focused fully on watching my finger disappear inside her and reappear when she pistons her hips backward.
Each time she does, her ass collides with my raging hard on and I don’t know which is sexier—that touch or the way she gives an excited little gasp every time she fucks my finger.
She’s getting frantic now, hips moving rapidly.
“Don’t let me come,” she cries out. “Not yet.”
I can already feel her inner muscles starting to clench. Her thighs tremble. She’s going to come.
So I pull back my finger. “No coming, pretty girl. You’re way too close.”
Abby cries out in disappointment.
I ease my hand out from between her legs, sliding my wet finger up between her cheeks, teasing at the tight opening none of us have explored yet.
She shivers. “If you…touch me there, it will feel good, but I won’t come yet, right?”
So our girl likes to play a little. Draw it out. I love this.
“I don’t know because we haven’t tried. Should we find out?” With my free hand I reach out and pebble her nipples between my fingers. “Have you ever come with a finger in your ass?”
She shakes her head. “I’ve never had a finger in my ass. Can you…now?”
The sweet, almost innocent, way she asks nearly breaks me.
“I would fucking love to,” I tell her. “Just remember, I have big fingers.”
She swallows visibly but nods. “Yes. I want you to.”
“Remember. If it’s too much, just say stop.”
“I remember.” Then she wiggles her ass just a little in an open and obvious invitation.
My finger is still slick from her pussy, so I tease at her opening before easing the tip inside her, watching her in the mirror to gauge her reaction.
Her eyes widen. “Oh…that’s…interesting.”
“Interesting good or interesting bad?”
“Interesting good. I don’t know what I thought it would like, maybe that it would feel like…nothing? But it feels kind of…delicious.”
I ease in deeper and she shudders.
“Oh god,” she says, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Dash. I really love how big your fingers are.”
That makes me chuckle softly. “You can have my big fingers whenever and wherever you want.”
Keeping the rhythm slow and light I move in and out of her a few times while I grip her tit, grounding myself so I’m not too rough.
“It feels so good but weirdly it just makes my pussy ache more,” she marvels. “Dash?”
“Yes, gorgeous?”
“Oh, god, I need you to fuck me. I can’t wait.”
“Fuck, yes,” I growl, already releasing her breast so I can shove my pants down one-handed.
She’s fallen forward so her ass is high, a perfect offering. Her belly is pressed against the edge of the countertop, the towel between her and the cool marble.
“Spread your legs further,” I tell her.
Obediently she shifts them apart, glancing at me over her shoulder. “Are you…” she glances down at my cock. “Oh. Yes. Big like your fingers.”
I cup her cheek and give her a soft kiss. “I’ll go easy. Until you tell me otherwise.”
I’m proportionate, what can I say?
I’ve gotten various reactions ranging from enthusiasm to one girl using her hand on my chest to hold me at bay, wincing the entire time.
Abby’s expression is intrigued as she nods. “Now, Dash. Now.”
I warned her. Not going to argue any further. “Yes, ma’am.”
I do take a minute to slide my cock back and forth over her slick slit, getting myself lubed up.
But then Abby reaches a hand back, grabbing the back of my thigh. “Dash,” she pants. “I’m good.”
Taking a deep breath, I ease into her with a slow, controlled slide. I groan. “Abby girl, you’re so fucking tight. Jesus fuck.”
Her pussy is clamped onto me. I pause, letting her adjust, my cock pulsing and thrumming with the need for a hard pounding fuck and an explosive release.
“You’re so big,” she breathes, shifting her legs further apart. “I love it.”
“More?” I ask, pulling back.
“More,” she agrees.
This time I go deeper, fully embedding myself inside her hot channel.
Abby gives a deep throated moan of approval.
When I begin to saw in and out of her, I watch her in the mirror, delighting in the way everything she feels is written all over her face. The walls are fully down. She’s not holding back or keeping me at arm’s length for whatever reason.
She’s totally herself and she’s loving being fucked.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I manage to pant out between strokes, so close to the edge I have to concentrate on not exploding inside her.
Abby raises her gaze to lock with mine. “I’m going to come now,” she says. “And you’re going to let me.”
“I fucking love that for you.”
And me. I love watching her take her pleasure.
Her whole body stills then she arches her back on a silent cry.
Keeping my rhythm steady I just watch in awe and amazement at this incredible woman.
She’s The One.
I thought it the second I laid eyes on her and that conviction grows stronger with each word she speaks, each deep expressive look she gives me, with each gorgeous orgasm.
When she releases her shoulders and sinks forward at the tail end of her shattering, I give two more hard pumps and then pull out.
Hot, thick ropes of my cum land on the high curve of her ass and I grip her thighs so tightly I have probably left bruises.
For a few seconds, we both pant, until Abby lifts her head and says, “I’m ready for my bath now.”
We’ve gone somewhere together that can’t be undone and as I use a towel to wipe off her backside, I realize I can’t wait for Kane and Benjamin to experience her like this as well.
Or for all three of us to be pleasuring her together.