17. Kane #3
“Where do you want her?” Dash asks as he takes her into the house through the mudroom. “Your room?”
I’m already stripping off my hoodie and the T-shirt that’s underneath it. “Just set her down outside my door.”
I’ve enjoyed sharing getting Abby nice and ready with my best friends, but the minute we cross that threshold I want it to be just her and I. Just this once, anyway.
“You got it.”
Benjamin goes straight into the kitchen, and I hear him yank open the fridge, bottles rattling around. A glance over shows he’s pressing a beer to his forehead.
I know exactly how he’s feeling but I’m going to get release.
The view I have going up the stairs behind Abby and Dash has me so hard I can barely walk.
Abby’s pussy is peeking out at me, and there is moisture trickling down her inner thighs.
When Dash stops at the top of the stairs for a second, I’m at a perfect level to flick my tongue out and lap up that sweet tangy arousal.
“Kane, oh my fucking god,” she says, her legs jerking ever so slightly.
“Delicious.” As I pull back I see that my action has added to the rivulets trailing down her legs.
Dash gently deposits her in front of my bedroom door. He kisses the top of her head. “Have fun.”
He gives me a head nod and as he moves past us I can see there is a damp spot on the back of his jacket where Abby’s pussy was pressed against him.
“Damn, girl, you soaked Dash’s jacket too,” I tell her. “You really need to get fucked, don’t you?”
She bites her bottom lip. “So hard.”
“You’re in luck then.” I lift her up under her ass, facing me, and walk her into my room. I kick the door shut and turn on a lamp that’s on my dresser.
Carrying her to my bed, which is unmade, because I’m lazy that way, I set her down on the edge. “I want to give you everything you want.”
She’s grappling with my jeans, undoing them. “I want to ride you.”
I had a plan to go slow, to eat her pussy, to explore her slowly and intimately.
But this works too.
I shuck my jeans off and take her hand as I climb on the bed and go flat on my back. “Kiss me.”
She straddles me, and does just that, leaning forward to put her mouth on mine in a wild, frantic kiss. Her hair tumbles all around me as she pulls back and partially sits up.
If I thought the view of her earlier was incredible, this is perfection.
This is my religion.
Looking up and seeing her pupils dilated, her cheeks and chest pink with desire, her lips plump and her breasts high, her nipples tight behind my number, I know that I’ll spend the rest of my life loving this woman.
She’s teasing herself against my cock, up and down, rubbing until I’m gritting my teeth and straining to hold back.
“What would make you happy right now?” she asks. “How can I please you?”
“Just be you.” I grip her hips and shift her slightly, so my cock is pressing against her tight entrance. “And get on me right now before I fucking pass out. You’re edging the absolute fuck out of me, Lollipop.” My voice sounds like it belongs to someone else. Growly and pained.
“Oh! Sorry!”
Abby spreads her thighs and drops herself down onto my cock.
We both groan in mutual ecstasy.
“That’s it, so good,” I pant. “You’re so good.”
Abby bounces up and down on me in a way that makes my mouth go dry and my words evaporate. Her rhythm isn’t quite right as she tries to lift herself up and down because she’s so clearly on the edge of an orgasm, chasing it frantically. She’s giving little desperate pants, palms on my chest.
I know what she needs.
Gripping her hips, I take over, thrusting so deep up inside of her I swear I see stars.
Abby moans in approval.
I set a hard, pounding rhythm, lifting up my hips while simultaneously grinding her down onto my cock.
Everything around us disappears. It’s her, me, our bodies colliding.
This is a moment I’ll remember forever.
“You like that?” I ask. “You like riding my cock?”
“I don’t like it. I love it,” she breathes.
Then she breaks, her head snapping back as she screams through an intense orgasm.
I watch, fascinated at the way her eyes darken and her thighs shake. The way she holds onto me like I’m her life raft in the sensual storm.
The way she never breaks eye contact with me.
It’s that—her gaze locked on mine—that sends me over the edge.
I come deep inside her, unloading days worth of need for this woman.
Our Abby.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I tell her as she collapses against my chest.
I wrap an arm around her back and take a deep breath. She turns her head to request a kiss. I clasp her ass with my other hand and haul her in closer, wanting every inch of her on me. Skin to skin.
Sweeping my tongue between her lips, I sigh, even as my cock starts to stir inside her.
Abby pulls back a little, her eyes wide. “Are you…”
“Getting hard? Yes.”
“Can you go again?”
The look of pure delight on her face both amuses me and turns me on even more. My cock responds by thickening even more.
Abby moans and wiggles. “You did promise me a hat trick.”
Fuck me, this woman.
“I never make promises I don’t keep.”