36. Abigail – “Music is a great natural high and a great natural escape.” — Shania Twain
36
Abigail
“Music is a great natural high and a great natural escape.” — Shania Twain
When I pulled out of the driveway this morning after my shower, I wanted to say goodbye to Bodie, Colt, and Nora. I was glad I didn’t, and the stars aligned with my gut feeling about getting to class because when I walked out to my car from around the corner of the back, Naomi’s car was parked in the driveway, which was no coincidence. After all, she texted me thirty minutes earlier about how she’d been a horrible cousin and wanted to hang out this weekend.
Yeah, I knew exactly why she wanted to hang out. She didn’t give two shits about me. She was only being nosey and invasive about my living situation with Colt. Between the fantastic sex last night and this morning, my cousin showing up at the lake house unannounced made it extremely hard to concentrate in class today.
The weather is warm, but a little cloud cover keeps the heat at bay. Summer heat and the carefree light that lingers from summer break are dying down. School will be starting soon, and I can already feel the mental numbness that comes from all the stress of juggling work, homework, labs, and bills. I was twenty-one; I shouldn’t be so stressed out already at this age. I should be living it up like Josh or Mel. I went out and partied during the summer, but I was too worried about saving money to even think about letting loose. These thoughts ran through my head as I listened to Don Henley on the playtunes list, flipping through the fall catalog at my university. I already registered for next semester, but I’m considering adding another class.
I pop in another piece of gum. It’s probably my third piece, and I knew keeping my stash of gum and candies in my glove box was a bad idea. It was an old habit to break, one that stuck with me in my anorexic and bulimia years.
You think I would have learned from all the money I spent on dental bills from the years of abuse on my teeth, chewing Bubble gum to help curb my appetite or sucking on lollipops, and I’ll forever be grateful for Mel helping me with all that. I think when I met her, I needed three fillings, a root canal, and a crown, all of which I couldn’t afford, but she saw how much pain I was in one night when we were talking. A toothache pain came out of nowhere and was probably one of the worst pains I ever endured. Maybe it’s why I suffered from a martyr complex.
I look at the time and figure it’s been enough time to hang out after class. The lab was canceled, and as much as I wanted to run back into Colt’s arms and have him have me again in his sheets, I didn’t want to risk running into Naomi. I turn on my car and put it in reverse when my phone dings. I look down and see an unknown number. But it wasn’t a text from some random advertisement.
Unknown: Hey, where are you?
My eyebrows squish together as I stare at the screen, trying to figure out who this is. Did my sister get a new number and not tell me?
My phone dings again.
Unknown: Shouldn’t you be back by now? My mom just left to take Bodie to the music store. So….we're all alone.
My eyes widen as a heavy feeling expands in my core. No way. How did Colt get my number?
Unknown: You there?
Unknown: I know you saw Naomi’s car this morning without saying goodbye, rude, but it’s not what you think.
I continue to put the car in reverse and drive off. I figured I could use the drive home to get my emotions in check. Besides, I was always at people’s beck and call, and maybe it was a good thing to make him sweat a little, waiting for a response. I had to wait all morning, knowing Naomi was there and any moment would be jumping his bones once his mom left. Yeah, Bodie was there, but my cousin always got what she wanted and stopped at nothing to get it. So it wouldn’t shock me if she stuck Bodie in his room with a new toy or movie while she sucked Colt off in his room. I heard all the stories growing up, and my cousins were not shy about their sexuality when it came to being a woman. They made it sound like a power trip the way they talked about men and how dumb they were when it came to sex and control.
When I pull up to the driveway, an unexpected relief of tension spills out of me like a water hose. Colt said he was alone, but that doesn’t mean he would stay alone. I never know who might pop up at his house or who he may be hanging out with, or at least that’s what it seemed like lately.
I lock my car door and walk down the concrete sidewalk to the back. Immediately, I spot Colt hovering over the kitchen sink, washing a dish. God, even the sight of his ripped back sent a sensation of warmth spiraling down my core to my clit, making me aware of my racing heartbeat. I open the glass door, setting my backpack down on the floor. He shuts the water off at the same time he looks over his shoulder at me.
A devilish grin crosses his face as he grabs a towel off the counter to dry his hands and turns his torso around to face me. He throws the towel over his shoulder and leans against the kitchen counter.
“Guess you didn’t get my texts.” He crosses his muscular arms over his chest, lifting a brow at me.
“I did, but it’s not safe to text and drive,” I fire back with a slight smirk.
He dips his chin in laughter. “Ah, going to play that game now, are we?”
“What game?” I say as I walk over to the fridge and grab a water bottle out of it. When I turn around, he’s right up against me.
“Colt,” I say breathlessly. “Geeze.”
“You need to get fucked, sweetheart; I know you are mad right now, but let us get the good part out of the way.”
“You need to tell me how you got my number.”
“From Naomi,” he pulls me into his arms, and I have only a moment before his mouth is on mine, keeping me from asking the several questions in my head right now. One of his hands pulls at my hair behind my head, and the other arm wraps around my waist, pressing me to him so tightly that I can hardly breathe. But God, I don’t care. I’m warm and surrounded by his smell, and he feels so far gone that he’s carrying me with him and circling my arms around his neck. I spread my legs as he lifted me and locked my ankles around his back.
“Shit, I’ve been thinking about this all morning,” He says, still devouring my lips.
“Me too.” He sets me down on the kitchen counter. I pull his shirt up and break our kiss momentarily before our arms are around each other again. He leans into me, forcing me back a little as he deepens the kiss.
“I couldn’t wait for you to get back here,” he says. I tug at his sweats, signaling for him to pull them down.
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
“Because all I wanted was this.” His hands scale my ribs, and he pushes me back and he forces my shirt and bra to expose my tits. I fall to the table, and he dives down, biting and tonguing my nipples. I close my eyes and moan. Squirming under him and arching my back. I'm not sure if I’m trying to get closer to his mouth or if it’s too much to take. I can feel his lips all the way to my toes. Heat fills my wet pussy. And I watch as his hot tongue flips over the hardened bud of my nipple. My clit is throbbing so hard I can’t breathe. I shake, and an explosion of pleasure racks through me, warming my insides. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I cry out.
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit.” I shutter, opening my eyes—a little in shock. I look down seeing Colt staring down at me.
“Did you just come?” he asks, his eyes rounded in surprise.
I swallow, my mouth suddenly parched. “Yeah, I think I did.”
“His eyebrows shoot up. “You like your nipples kissed, huh?”
“If you’re kissing them, yeah.”
He rises and pulls me up to my feet. Holding my eyes as he unbuttons my shorts.
“You were so amazing last night.”
My eyes light up. “ I was good, huh? Even for a famous NFL player?”
A faint smirk crosses his lips. “It hasn’t been like that with anyone else, that’s for sure.”
I can’t help but raise my chin a little as hyper-awareness spreads through me.
No one else? ’ I must have heard him wrong. My shorts drop to the floor, he whips me around, and I plant my hands on the table to support myself. I hear a wrapper crinkle. My thighs shake. I am so turned on by what’s coming. Thank God we are behind his blinds, and they are semi-closed. Arching my back, I open my legs for him and look over my shoulder.
“Guess all that cardio has paid off,” I say.
He pulls his cock out of his boxers and rolls the condom on. And then he leans in, wrapping a hand around my neck, kissing me hard.
“Well, this makes it worth it.” He says. Pulling down my panties, he grips me where my thigh meets my hips. And guides his cock to my entrance. Once it’s crowning me, he pulls my hips back to him, and I’m dripping wet now. Gasping and shuttering as his dick slides inside me.
“Oh god,” I whimper. My head dips as I’m shaking so hard, and he doesn’t give me any time to recover. And all I can do is hold on as he fucks me. I raise my right knee to the counter and lean forward a little more. His cock slid deeper and made me moan. He pants hard, grunting in my ear. And his hands are all over the place as he reaches around. One hand gripping my breasts and the other dipping in between my legs to rub my clit.
“You can go again later, right?” I ask over my shoulder.
“Really? I’m a trained athlete. Don’t insult me.” He growls. “You think I can’t keep up with your nympho ways?”
“I just really w?—.”
“Want what?”
I open my mouth, whispering against his lips as our bodies meet again and again.
“I want to suck your dick.” I rub my lips over his. Taunting him.
“I want to feel you in my mouth. ”
He exhales hard. Baring his teeth and closing his eyes.
“Abigail.” He shakes his head, almost as a warning. I kiss him, our lips hovering over each other as sweat glides down my back.
“I want your cock in my mouth,” I whisper. He bites my bottom lip hard before letting it go.
“Say it again.”
“I want to suck your dick,” I say again.
His cock pounds me like a hammer, and I curl my toes. Feeling my orgasm crest.
“I want to taste you. Make you cum, Colt.” I loved saying his name.
His finger dug into my flesh. And the tops of my thighs ache from where they keep hitting the granite top. But he’s making me cum again, and nothing in the world has ever felt this good. I’m almost there. I flick his lip with my tongue. Feeling fire spread throughout my thighs and rock my insides.
“Please,” I whisper. Backing up against his dick and chasing it too.
“Fuck my mouth tonight, Colt.”
“Abigail. Shit.” He cries out, and he grabs my shoulder at the neck and pounds me so hard I can’t speak even if I want to. We both cum. My knuckles turn white as I grasp the edge of the granite countertop. Tensing and tightening every damn muscle in my body.
“Colt,” I cry out. I lower myself to the counter, hugging my arms to myself, closing my eyes, feeling him pulse inside me. His hand is planted next to my head, and he hovers above, breathing hard and jerking into me a couple more times. I want him to cum inside me. He never asked me. I want to see him spilling out of me, and I want to feel it. I’m on the pill, and he’s already fucked me bare, and once we both have that talk, since it we didn’t this morning after he fucked me against the wall, I’m letting him know the rubbers can go in the damn garbage. I’m clean, and being an NFL player constantly getting tested, I know he has to be, too.
A few moments later, my breathing turns normal, and I’m spent. His hands glide down my back, and I hear him inhale like he’s about to talk, but a pounding noise hits the door.
“Yo bro, open up.” We both pop up.
My heart skipped a beat. Colt pulls out of me, and I slide my panties up, hurriedly scrambling to get dressed. I hear the garbage can slam closed, and Colt is beside me as he hurries back into his t-shirt. Just then, another pound at the door comes through.
“Colt, c’mon, we have to train, then we have that shoot for Nike. Open up.”
What the fuck? Troy continues to bang on the front door as I throw him a freaked-out look.
“Geeze, he hates waiting,” I tell Colt.
“Yeah, he is just very punctual, and so am I, usually.”
We both smile at one another.
“Go through the back. I’ll go open the door.”
Right as I’m about to open the door. Troy bolts in
“Hey, what the hell, dude? I was right outside your front door,” he points over Colt’s shoulder.
“You couldn’t open it for me?” His eyes darted between Colt and me, clearly taking in our disarray. I brush my hair back over my ear, trying to calm my breathing.
“But guess you were busy,” he says suspiciously. I lick my lips, trying to draw in my breath.
“So you're just walking into my house now?” Colt finally says.
Troy raises an eyebrow. “It was never an issue before.” The side of his lip curls, and it’s obvious he’s trying not to smile. “Plus, I saw both cars outside. So I knew you were home.”
An uncomfortable silence follows as he looks at Colt with a smile in his eyes and then at me with raised eyebrows.
Colt looks like he wants to escape. He straightens. “Let me go grab my bag, and we can go.” he throws his thumb over his shoulder and quickly shuffles to his feet. I don’t hesitate.
“Yeah, I need to get some homework done.” I pick the water bottle up off the floor, “Good seeing you, Troy. Tell Jenna I said hello.”
His eyes follow me as I walk to the door. “Yeah, I’ll be sure to do that.” Relief rushes through me once I’m outside, breathing in the fresh air.