Ford stays planted between my legs, his eyes roaming my body before landing on mine, his fingers trailing up and down my thighs. “Abby.” He straightens his back keeping his eyes solely focused on me. “Let me be very clear. There is nothing, and I mean nothing, I would rather do right now than bury my tongue between your thighs and taste your pretty little pussy as you come apart screaming my name. ” He stares at me for a second and I’m trying to focus on him as if what he just said didn’t send a tidal wave through my body. For a man who doesn’t say much, he sure makes it count when he does. “Is that something you want?” My head nods up and down quickly, breathing heavily. “Say it, Abby. I need to hear you say it.” His voice is low and comes out almost as a growl.
“Yes. Please. Yes,” I breathe out.
“Good girl.”
Within seconds, Ford’s mouth is between my legs, he licks up and down slowly at first and then picks up the pace a little. His tongue laps me while his hands stay gripping my thighs, keeping them from closing together. When he sucks on my clit, my whole body jerks up in response.
“Oh my God,” I whisper.
This feels like an out of body experience. I’ve never in my life felt this amount of pleasure and ache all at the same time. He takes one finger and pumps it in slowly, stretching me out a bit before adding a second and thrusting harder. Between his fingers and his fucking magic tongue, I’m not lasting much longer. I can feel my orgasm building within me as he pumps in and out and presses his tongue into me.
“Not just yet, Abby.”
He pulls his mouth away, leans up and kisses me. I’m tasting myself for the first time as he continues to pump into me with his fingers, but slower this time. My body is moving in rhythm with his hand and I’ve never felt so good. He peppers small kisses down my body and I react to every single one with a light moan. Everything that’s happening right now is making my toes curl. He pulls his fingers out and sucks them in his mouth before kissing me once more and then he immediately puts pressure on my clit with his thumb, circling and rubbing. Everything is so sensitive, it feels like I could explode at any moment. Ford leans in and kisses my lower belly, my inner thighs and I can feel his warm breath on my center,
“Now. Come for me.” His words send me over the edge like I’m following a direct order. My body is pulsing around his fingers as he continues to thrust in and out riding my orgasm until the end.
“Yes, Ford!” I yell out.
He keeps pumping harder. “Just like that, Abby. Ride my hand, Princess.”
If I died right now, I’d die happy. Forget Ford’s biceps, his tongue is my new favorite muscle.
My body collapses onto the bed with my chest rising and falling rapidly while I’m trying to catch my breath. “That was… Ford. Wow.” I’ve lost all ability to even form a sentence after that orgasm. Hands down the best I’ve had and now the standard I’m sure my body will hold all others to.
Ford hands me a warm cloth that he seemingly pulled out of thin air. What the hell, when did he go get this? I must’ve blacked out during that earth-shattering orgasm. He sits beside me on the bed with a very noticeable bulge in his shorts. He has to be aching right now. Do I offer to return the favor? I want a taste of him too. Before I’m able to decide, he pulls me into his side and kisses my lips softly. Nothing like the ravaging we did earlier, he’s so gentle this time, like he’s really savoring it. He caresses my arm as our kiss deepens. After a moment, I feel his phone vibrate in his shorts. He ignores it at first, but then it goes off again.
“You can get that,” I say, pulling back slowly.
He throws his head back and lets out a curse as he grabs it. “What!?” The voice on the other end sounds kind of like Nate. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll see you soon. I’m in the building.” He hangs up and runs a hand through his hair, then kisses me once more.
Ford reaches behind me, grabbing my robe off of the chair and hands it to me. “I’ve got to get going.” He jerks his head towards my bedroom door before saying, “walk me out” and I nudge myself between him and the doorway to head out in front of him.
Once we’re at the door, I’m hit with the urge to thank him for today. And not just for the epic orgasm, but for him offering to get coffee with me, showing me the recreation center and the work that he’s doing there, eating junk food for lunch and letting me talk his ears off.The orgasm is obviously on the list too though.
“Thank you for today, I’m glad I ended up interrupting your run.” I joke. “But it was fun, I could use some friends around here.” I admit. It feels strange calling him a friend after what just happened between us, but I’m also not sure what else to call it, so friend it is.
“Uh, no problem.” He chuckles and extends his arm out pulling me into a hug. “Friends,” he says as he holds me for a moment before opening the door. “I’ll see you later, Abby.” He presses his lips together in a line, nods his head and walks out.
Closing the door behind him, I lean my back against it and slide down the door to the floor, rubbing my hands down my face. What just happened?
It’s been three days since I’ve seen Abby. Three days since I’ve tasted her and my whole damn world was flipped upside down. We definitely let the moment get away from us, but I couldn’t help myself and it didn’t seem like she could either. I wasn’t expecting to make a meal out of her, but after that kiss in the elevator, it was clear she was aching for more and hell I couldn’t resist her. One thing I’m certain about though is that it can’t happen again, nothing else can happen with Abby. Chase is my teammate and one of my best friends, we’ve always been honest with each other and truthfully, Abby herself even referred to me as a friend so it’s clear she isn’t looking for anything more either. Even taking all of that into account though, it hasn’t stopped me from thinking about her for the last seventy-two hours or picturing her every time I’m fisting one out. It was so damn easy with her. Abby has this presence that just makes me feel seen, like no matter what’s going on in my life, good or bad, I’d be able to share it with her without judgment. She’s like a safe zone and I didn’t realize I wanted someone like that until spending time with her.
After practice, Chase meets me in the parking lot. “Hey, listen I have a question.”
Not sure where this is going, but right now I’d give Chase a fucking kidney if he asked.
“What’s up?” I nod my head in his direction.
“Coach wants me to hang back with some of the rookies and watch more footage, but Abby just called me, and apparently her car just took a shit on her way home from school. Is there any way you can pick her up instead of her getting an Uber, and just drop her off? I’m going to have a tow truck grab her car. She’s off Kennedy.”
Another chance to see Abby, alone? Fuck yes.
“Yeah that’s fine. Put her number in my phone so I can text her when I’m close.” Without a question, Chase takes my phone and punches in her number.
“Thanks, man!” he tosses my phone back to me and heads inside.
Hey Abby. I’m on my way to rescue you.
