Gesturing his hand between the two of us, I roll my eyes and slide off the counter.
I’m not entirely sure what comes over me, but I’m different when I’m around him. I'm more confident and I find myself in situations that normally I’d never entertain, but something comes alive within me when I’m with Ford. He makes me feel as if I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen and it just fuels me. I’ve never had a man make me feel this way.
“How about…” I pull at his sweatpants a little before letting go and walking back into the living room. “I’m going to call the shots this time. Sit on the couch, Anderson.”
There’s my confident girl. The one I get glimpses of every now and then. I can tell when Abby wants something but is too hesitant to ask or go for it, like someone made her feel inferior or unworthy. It makes my jaw clench thinking someone could ever make her feel less than fucking irresistible, because that’s exactly what she is. As I’m following Abby into the living room, she gestures for me to have a seat on the couch. I’d never want her, or any woman for that matter, to feel like they have to do something they don’t want to.
But before I can speak up, she says, “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, Ford.” And I throw my head back on the couch with a low growl as she sits herself down between my knees. “Please.”
Fucking hell, she doesn’t have to beg. I’d give her anything she wants at this moment or in any moment, probably.
She gives me a seductive smile as she pulls at my sweatpants and then my boxer briefs, freeing my aching cock. “Oh my God!” Her eyes widen and a feeling of satisfaction comes over me. “You’re… Oh wow.”
I watch as Abby bites her bottom lip and desire fills her eyes. Her chest starts moving up and down more rapidly. She takes her thumb and skims it across the tip of my cock, taking the precum with her. She licks her thumb and brings her mouth down around me and I see fucking stars. She swirls her tongue around and licks from the base to the tip and back down again before putting my whole length back in her mouth and sucking.
“Abby, fuck. You’re doing so good.” Holding myself back from thrusting into her too hard is taking all of the restraint I have. Every time I look down and she’s staring up at me, her pretty green eyes begin to water as she opens her throat to take me deeper. She keeps rubbing her thighs together and readjusting her position below me.
“Is this making you wet, Princess? You need relief too, take it. Touch yourself.” She pulls herself off me for a moment and I love seeing me all over her lips like this as she licks the corners of her mouth. Reaching down, I help her shimmy out of her shorts and she’s left in the smallest piece of fabric that’s considered underwear, even though it looks like a piece of floss.
“Touch yourself,” I command again as she settles back down below me. I wrap her long hair around my fist and gently tug as she sucks and pulls at me with her mouth and her hand while her other hand slips beneath the fabric of her underwear. She moans when she touches herself with me in her mouth and the vibration makes me move even faster.
“Abby. Fuck, this feel so good.” I’m watching how deep she’s taking me and it makes me want nothing more than for us to come together. She needs to see how fucking amazing she is at this. Watching her play with herself has me on the edge and ready to blow. I’m having to clench my ass to hold it in a little longer until I see her body start to shake on the floor and she sucks hard as she lets a moan out, letting her orgasm release. As if on cue, I explode down her throat, my body jerking with every little suck and tongue flick she gives until I’m empty.
“Abby, that was unreal. Such a good fucking girl.” She sits back and I pull her up on my lap and take her fingers into my mouth and suck. “So fucking sweet”.
She has this glossy, satisfied look in her eyes as she relaxes into my arms and settles herself in my embrace. My hand cups her cheek and I rub my thumb back and forth.
“It was good?” she asks quietly as she turns to face me.
Good? It was fucking amazing. Why would she even have to question it?
“You’re kidding, right?” I’m shocked she just asked that. A confused laugh comes out as I look at her, but there’s nothing in her expression that tells me she was kidding. She needs to know this was good for me, all of her confidence is riding on this and she wants reassurance.
“Abby.” I take her face in both of my hands and kiss her forehead. “Aside from that being the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced, you were unbelievable. I don’t know who made you feel like you need to question yourself, but I can promise you I’m always going to think you’re incredible.”
For the next hour, Abby talks my ears off, but I’d listen to her voice all day on repeat, if I could. Her laugh, the little lip smack she does when she’s thinking about something, even her little yawn is so goddamn cute. She’s been telling me about her students and all the reasons that she loves teaching, which just proves to me that she’s a good teacher. I’d never understood how someone would want to be in a classroom with a bunch of rowdy kids until I started helping at the Rec Center. Being a good role model and knowing that a kid is better off because of something you helped them with or taught them is a good feeling.
“And then she literally told me that’s probably why I didn’t have a husband.” Abby hasn’t stopped smiling and laughing the whole time we’ve been talking and being on the receiving end of all of her happiness right now is addicting. Her phone rings as she sets down a piece of pizza that we ordered.
“It’s Chase. He doesn’t know that I’m here, right?”
I shake my head mid chew. “No, of course not.”
Instead of answering, she sends him a text and then gets up to put her plate in the sink. While she’s in the kitchen, she slips back into the hoodie from earlier and grabs her bag from the barstool.
“Would you mind dropping me off?” I’ve been dreading her leaving all day, but the reality is that she’s still Chase’s sister and still very much off limits. Even though I haven’t seemed to have given a single fuck about any of that lately.
Watching her get out of my truck a block down from the apartment puts a tight feeling in my chest. I don’t fucking like this. While it should be because I don’t like going behind Chase’s back, it’s more because I don’t want her to leave.
She pulls her arm through the sleeve to take off the hoodie. “Keep it,” I say, trying to stop her.
“I can’t… Chase will ask questions.”
Fucking Chase. The guy is my friend, but right now, he’s in my way.
During my drive to work, my mind drifts to thoughts of Ford. We haven’t talked since we were together on Saturday and I fell asleep halfway through the game last night, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t wanted to text him. We’ve already crossed so many lines, I can’t keep putting myself, or him, in situations like that. Everything on Saturday was initiated by me and while it wasanotheramazing experience, I can’t live theSummer wayof just casually having fun with gorgeous men. If Ford wasn’t teammates with my brother, or if I hadn’t just got out of a shitty relationship, then maybe things would be different, but the fact of the matter is both of those things are true.
“Ms. Hunt, what are you going to be for Halloween?” It’s barely October, but the kids are already planning out their costumes and excited for the party we’ll have at the end of the month.
