Her Men

“Do you want to come with me tonight?” he asked.

“You’re wanting my permission?”

“You need to understand, Abby. Coming to my room, there is no turning back.”

She licked her lips. “There’s not?”

“No. Coming to my room tonight, we will fuck. I’ll be so deep inside you, you can’t think straight.” He stepped into the room.

Closing the distance between them, he stood right in front of her and cupped her cheek. He tilted her head so she was looking at him. Running his thumb across her bottom lip, he stared into her eyes.

He could do this for the rest of his life.

That’s what scared him.

His feelings when it came to Abby were not part of the plan.

Far from it, in fact. He didn’t want to fall for her, to want her. She was a means to an end.

Then turn around and let her go.

He couldn’t bring himself to do that either. He had to have her, a taste at least.

As he dropped his head, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips, her fingers sank into his hair, holding him close. She kissed him back harder, and as he banded a hand around her waist, he knew he couldn’t let her go.

“Take me back to your room, James. I want this. I want you.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Lifting her to her feet, he carried her out of her room. She wrapped her legs around his waist, letting out a giggle. “You want this as well?”

He paused outside of his room, taken aback a little by her question.

“You doubt it?”

“I don’t know what to think. What to feel? I’m scared.”

“Don’t be scared. I’d never hurt you.”

He stepped into his bedroom, leaving the door open. Drake knew what was happening tonight.

The two people in his life wanted each other. He knew that, saw it, and one day, he was going to have everything his heart desired.

Both Drake and Abby at his side.

It would be perfect.

She could complete us.

Pushing those thoughts away, he put her down to the floor. Cupping her face, he took possession of her mouth. Her hands ran up his chest and down, her fingers teasing the band of his pants. He wore a pair of sweatpants.

Nothing else.

He pulled her shirt up and over her head.

This wasn’t the first time he’d seen her naked, but they were in his bedroom and he wanted her.

Her tits were nice, big, and plump. Cupping one of the delicious mounds in his hands, he kneaded the flesh. Her head bowed back as he took one nipple into his mouth while he teased the other with his fingers.

His name filled the room as she cried out.

He pinched her beaded nipple, trailing his tongue between the valley of her tits to lap at the other one while he played with the one he’d just had in his mouth.

Cupping her tits together, he tongued the hard, red points, and her moans of pleasure were music to his ears.

She tugged at his sweatpants, and he released her tits to drop his pants to the floor. Stepping out of them, he kicked them to the side.

Taking hold of her hand, he wrapped it around his cock, working up and down the length to show her what he liked.

“You don’t have to be gentle with me. I can take it.”

“It doesn’t hurt?” she asked as she squeezed his length.

“No, it feels so good.”

Her hand was tight as she ran it up and down his length. He was already so aroused that pre-cum coated the entire head of his dick. Soon, he’d have her on her knees taking his cock. Taking both his and Drake’s length. He’d wait though.

They would go at her pace.

He wasn’t in a rush.

Not anymore.

Be careful. You’re starting to sound like you care.

He couldn’t take much more of her touch and batted her hand away. He stepped close to her, and she took one back until the backs of her legs hit the bed. She dropped down, and he used her momentum to grab her shorts and remove them from her body.

She wasn’t wearing any panties, and now she was naked.

Completely at his mercy.

“Open them for me. Let me see my pussy.”

She spread her legs, and he saw how wet she was.

“You like it when I talk dirty to you?”

She nodded her head.

He groaned as he cupped her pussy. Sliding a finger between her slit, he teased her bud. He wouldn’t penetrate her. Her virginity would be taken by his cock.

What was more, he wouldn’t be using a condom either. When he claimed Abby as his own, it would be flesh to flesh.

No latex between them.

Nothing to keep them apart.

Regardless of the risk of pregnancy, he was going to have her at least this once.

Chapter Seven

Abby stared up at her husband, feeling this overwhelming desire consume her as he teased her clit. He used two fingers, stroking her, making her moan as he got her so close to orgasm but didn’t let her go over the edge.