right.”
“How is that even possible for you to have gone this long without sex?” I ask incredulously.
“Honestly?” He lets out a short laugh. “My right hand and my cock have gotten extremely well acquainted.”
I turn his words over in my head for several minutes, trying to understand their meaning. I roll towards him and bury my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his masculine scent. A tingle runs through my body and settles between my legs.
“Do you ever think about me?” I ask quietly, not quite sure I want to know the answer. Although the idea of him touching himself and thinking about me is pretty fucking hot.
“Every god damn time,” He growls pulling me close, his breath tickles my ear.
Maybe it’s the booze but before I can stop myself I run my tongue along his pulse point. A deep grumble comes from his chest and he whispers my name like a mixture between a prayer and a curse. I do it again and I feel him harden against my thigh. The tingling between my legs becomes a full blown ache. I feel like I might drown in my desire for him.
“Abby, you have to stop,” He chokes desperately.
His words light another kind of fire in me. He’s obviously aroused, but instead of forcing himself on me and taking his pleasure, he’s trying to slow things down.
“Why?” I ask in a seductive tone that I hadn’t even known I was capable of.
I run my tongue along his bottom lip this time, dying to taste him. I nip along the seam of his lips and he parts them to let my tongue in. He tastes like cherry vodka and man. I part my legs, wrapping myself around him, and grind my throbbing center against his hard on. He moans into my mouth and entwines our tongues.
“Ethan, I want you so badly,” I whisper against his neck.
My panties are soaked and my body is tingling as I press against his hard cock again and moan. Ethan’s strong hands find their way to my ass and he grips me tightly with a groan.
“My god your ass is a work of art.”
My shaking hands reach for the waistband of his boxers and I reach inside to stroke him. Holy god he is so thick and hard. The throbbing between my thighs intensifies as I imagine what it would feel like for him to thrust inside of me.
Even though I’ve never had an orgasm it certainly feels like it might not take much for Ethan to get me there at this point.
“Please touch me,” I beg as I clumsily stroke his cock. He groans with appreciation.
“Dammit, I’m trying to be a good guy here but you’re making it extremely difficult.”
“Please, I want you.” I reach my other hand under his shirt and run my fingers along his deliciously defined muscles. “Don’t you want me?”
“Sweetheart, you have no fucking clue how badly I want you.” He places a gentle kiss on my forehead and eases himself away from me with a sigh. “But you are too drunk. If you still want me in the sober light of day tomorrow then believe me I will be on you like a fat kid on a cupcake.”
I can’t help but laugh at the image. I roll back the other way so that we’re spooning again and I feel his lips softly against the back of my neck before he whispers 'goodnight'.
Chapter 14
Ethan
Fuck my life. I swear to Christ there must be something wrong with me. Abby throws herself at me but instead of taking her up on her offer I tell her to go to sleep. Now I’m lying here surrounded by her amazing scent of apples and cinnamon, with her perfect ass pressed right against my throbbing erection, and she’s fast asleep. I did the right thing, dammit. The last thing I wanted was for her to wake up in the morning and hate me for having taken advantage of her.
The question plaguing my mind, and maybe it’s is all Asher’s fault, is ‘why?’. I’ve never had any qualms about getting down with a drunk chick before, especially when they’re making it clear that they’re dying for my cock the way Abby was. So, why in the hell did I turn Abby down when I haven’t been able to
“How is that even possible for you to have gone this long without sex?” I ask incredulously.
“Honestly?” He lets out a short laugh. “My right hand and my cock have gotten extremely well acquainted.”
I turn his words over in my head for several minutes, trying to understand their meaning. I roll towards him and bury my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his masculine scent. A tingle runs through my body and settles between my legs.
“Do you ever think about me?” I ask quietly, not quite sure I want to know the answer. Although the idea of him touching himself and thinking about me is pretty fucking hot.
“Every god damn time,” He growls pulling me close, his breath tickles my ear.
Maybe it’s the booze but before I can stop myself I run my tongue along his pulse point. A deep grumble comes from his chest and he whispers my name like a mixture between a prayer and a curse. I do it again and I feel him harden against my thigh. The tingling between my legs becomes a full blown ache. I feel like I might drown in my desire for him.
“Abby, you have to stop,” He chokes desperately.
His words light another kind of fire in me. He’s obviously aroused, but instead of forcing himself on me and taking his pleasure, he’s trying to slow things down.
“Why?” I ask in a seductive tone that I hadn’t even known I was capable of.
I run my tongue along his bottom lip this time, dying to taste him. I nip along the seam of his lips and he parts them to let my tongue in. He tastes like cherry vodka and man. I part my legs, wrapping myself around him, and grind my throbbing center against his hard on. He moans into my mouth and entwines our tongues.
“Ethan, I want you so badly,” I whisper against his neck.
My panties are soaked and my body is tingling as I press against his hard cock again and moan. Ethan’s strong hands find their way to my ass and he grips me tightly with a groan.
“My god your ass is a work of art.”
My shaking hands reach for the waistband of his boxers and I reach inside to stroke him. Holy god he is so thick and hard. The throbbing between my thighs intensifies as I imagine what it would feel like for him to thrust inside of me.
Even though I’ve never had an orgasm it certainly feels like it might not take much for Ethan to get me there at this point.
“Please touch me,” I beg as I clumsily stroke his cock. He groans with appreciation.
“Dammit, I’m trying to be a good guy here but you’re making it extremely difficult.”
“Please, I want you.” I reach my other hand under his shirt and run my fingers along his deliciously defined muscles. “Don’t you want me?”
“Sweetheart, you have no fucking clue how badly I want you.” He places a gentle kiss on my forehead and eases himself away from me with a sigh. “But you are too drunk. If you still want me in the sober light of day tomorrow then believe me I will be on you like a fat kid on a cupcake.”
I can’t help but laugh at the image. I roll back the other way so that we’re spooning again and I feel his lips softly against the back of my neck before he whispers 'goodnight'.
Chapter 14
Ethan
Fuck my life. I swear to Christ there must be something wrong with me. Abby throws herself at me but instead of taking her up on her offer I tell her to go to sleep. Now I’m lying here surrounded by her amazing scent of apples and cinnamon, with her perfect ass pressed right against my throbbing erection, and she’s fast asleep. I did the right thing, dammit. The last thing I wanted was for her to wake up in the morning and hate me for having taken advantage of her.
The question plaguing my mind, and maybe it’s is all Asher’s fault, is ‘why?’. I’ve never had any qualms about getting down with a drunk chick before, especially when they’re making it clear that they’re dying for my cock the way Abby was. So, why in the hell did I turn Abby down when I haven’t been able to
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