shaft.
“Oh, fuck ,” Abram hissed as his helmet touched the back of my throat, his muscled thighs flexing as I sucked my way slowly back up. I reached down to touch myself while tasting him, running my lips tight over his every ridge, drawing the deepest, sexiest groans out from the depths of his throat. I had never been so turned on by a sound in my life. I stroked myself harder, his cock in my mouth, his satisfaction in my ears. I could hardly handle it as he murmured at me the hottest, naughtiest filth I’d ever heard, my lips swelling numb around his girth and my pussy soaking my fingers wet. I was over-stimulated, my every muscle seizing, my core clenching hot with the threat of an orgasm I wasn’t sure I could handle in this position – but Abram thought otherwise. “Go on,” he rasped, fisting my hair. “Come on, baby. Make yourself come.”
I complied and brought him with me. He muffled my moans as he came ferociously between my lips, twitching inside my mouth and slowly releasing his fist around my hair with a long exhale. I pulled off his cock with a naughty pop sound that sent a last hot spasm through my sex. It dug my nails into his thighs, which in turn made him growl and roll me on my back, crushing a kiss onto my lips.
“Christ,” he caught his breath and sucked my bottom lip. “I could stay here all day so it’s up to you to get us out of bed at some point.”
“Oh, really.”
“Yes. That’s your job today.”
I smirked, thoroughly charmed. “Fine.” So till noon, we stayed there in bed, sometimes talking, other times just laying. And for once, doing nothing felt like everything.
chapter eleven
“Oh my God, I knew it!” Rhode froze to a halt in the middle of the Bergdorf’s, stomping her foot with both shock and glee. “Oh my God - wait. This is crazy. This is fucking crazy! ” She tore excitedly at her hair, drawing the curious attention of our fellow shoppers. I had called her to meet me on Fifth Avenue so we could go shopping for the Friends of Gavin Theroux gala, which as my friend, she had no choice but to attend tonight. Of course, the invitation meant giving her a little background on my relationship with Abram. He’d been the one to ask me to bring her, as I’d need company for the inevitable moments that he was whisked away by someone or another. So I invited Rhode and simply said that Abram and I were “back on.”
It was a simple enough explanation but she was bouncing off the walls with pure exhilaration, mostly for my sex life.
“Holy God, is he amazing? Is he as amazing as he looks like he’d be? I don’t want to ask you because it’s inappropriate but exactly how much is he packing down there? Oh my God, Isla. Isla . Do you have any idea how fine he is?” she rambled a mile a minute, pacing through the store with both hands still thrust in her hair. I had to laugh despite all the stares around us.
“I do know, yes. I’m sleeping with him.”
“I know, and it’s incredible! ” Rhode squealed, yanking me into an embrace, still hugging me tight as she waddled us toward a rack of dresses. “You know what this means, right? You have to look all sorts of ridiculous hot tonight. Like, camera-ready, bathroom-fuck-me hot.”
“Rhode, this is a classy event honoring his best friend who died. We’re not going to do anything like that tonight.”
“Sorry, but yes you are.”
“I’m not sure if you’re the best kind of friend or the worst.”
She flashed a giant smile and shoved a slinky dress in my arms. “Can’t I be both? Now go try this on stat.”
~
Since Abram was due to meet with the board of directors before the gala, I was set to arrive with Rhode. We got ready together at the apartment, in front of my vanity, blasting Amy Winehouse and drinking what Rhode called “lazy sangria” – basically fruit dumped into cheap red wine, topped with a splash of ginger ale. “We
“Oh, fuck ,” Abram hissed as his helmet touched the back of my throat, his muscled thighs flexing as I sucked my way slowly back up. I reached down to touch myself while tasting him, running my lips tight over his every ridge, drawing the deepest, sexiest groans out from the depths of his throat. I had never been so turned on by a sound in my life. I stroked myself harder, his cock in my mouth, his satisfaction in my ears. I could hardly handle it as he murmured at me the hottest, naughtiest filth I’d ever heard, my lips swelling numb around his girth and my pussy soaking my fingers wet. I was over-stimulated, my every muscle seizing, my core clenching hot with the threat of an orgasm I wasn’t sure I could handle in this position – but Abram thought otherwise. “Go on,” he rasped, fisting my hair. “Come on, baby. Make yourself come.”
I complied and brought him with me. He muffled my moans as he came ferociously between my lips, twitching inside my mouth and slowly releasing his fist around my hair with a long exhale. I pulled off his cock with a naughty pop sound that sent a last hot spasm through my sex. It dug my nails into his thighs, which in turn made him growl and roll me on my back, crushing a kiss onto my lips.
“Christ,” he caught his breath and sucked my bottom lip. “I could stay here all day so it’s up to you to get us out of bed at some point.”
“Oh, really.”
“Yes. That’s your job today.”
I smirked, thoroughly charmed. “Fine.” So till noon, we stayed there in bed, sometimes talking, other times just laying. And for once, doing nothing felt like everything.
chapter eleven
“Oh my God, I knew it!” Rhode froze to a halt in the middle of the Bergdorf’s, stomping her foot with both shock and glee. “Oh my God - wait. This is crazy. This is fucking crazy! ” She tore excitedly at her hair, drawing the curious attention of our fellow shoppers. I had called her to meet me on Fifth Avenue so we could go shopping for the Friends of Gavin Theroux gala, which as my friend, she had no choice but to attend tonight. Of course, the invitation meant giving her a little background on my relationship with Abram. He’d been the one to ask me to bring her, as I’d need company for the inevitable moments that he was whisked away by someone or another. So I invited Rhode and simply said that Abram and I were “back on.”
It was a simple enough explanation but she was bouncing off the walls with pure exhilaration, mostly for my sex life.
“Holy God, is he amazing? Is he as amazing as he looks like he’d be? I don’t want to ask you because it’s inappropriate but exactly how much is he packing down there? Oh my God, Isla. Isla . Do you have any idea how fine he is?” she rambled a mile a minute, pacing through the store with both hands still thrust in her hair. I had to laugh despite all the stares around us.
“I do know, yes. I’m sleeping with him.”
“I know, and it’s incredible! ” Rhode squealed, yanking me into an embrace, still hugging me tight as she waddled us toward a rack of dresses. “You know what this means, right? You have to look all sorts of ridiculous hot tonight. Like, camera-ready, bathroom-fuck-me hot.”
“Rhode, this is a classy event honoring his best friend who died. We’re not going to do anything like that tonight.”
“Sorry, but yes you are.”
“I’m not sure if you’re the best kind of friend or the worst.”
She flashed a giant smile and shoved a slinky dress in my arms. “Can’t I be both? Now go try this on stat.”
~
Since Abram was due to meet with the board of directors before the gala, I was set to arrive with Rhode. We got ready together at the apartment, in front of my vanity, blasting Amy Winehouse and drinking what Rhode called “lazy sangria” – basically fruit dumped into cheap red wine, topped with a splash of ginger ale. “We
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