His lips swoop down on me, his kisses wet and urgent and smacking. There’s no finesse in them, only desperation. His hands are everywhere, on my waist, fisting my dress, pushing it up, grabbing my butt, kneading the flesh. I moan at how hard he squeezes me, how he rubs my core over his erection. But Abel needs more. More contact, more friction. Just more. So, he hauls me up by my butt and I wind my thighs around his waist.
Panting, he breaks the kiss and just stares at me. He runs his long fingers right from my forehead down to my lips. I sigh under his touch, give into it, arching my neck.
“How’d you get to be so pretty?” There’s awe in his voice that hits deep into my soul.
“For you.”
He plants a hard kiss on my mouth and carries me to the couch, and I pull at his hair. “Abel, let’s go to our room.”
“No.”
“What? We can’t do it in here. What if…” I trail off when he leans over and lays me down on the couch. I immediately try to get up but he’s over me in a flash.
“What if what?”
“What if Ethan comes home?”
“What, then?”
I push him off, or try to; he doesn’t budge. “He’ll see us.”
“I’ve hidden my love for you for years, Pixie. What makes you think I care if he sees us or not? In fact, let the world see. Let the whole fucking universe see how much I love you.” He sucks on my lower lip. “And how I make you mine.”
My eyes go big in shock even as an electric thrill races through me, dampening my panties. “Th-that’s crazy.” I don’t know how many times I’ve thought it or said it ever since I met Abel but holy cow, this is super crazy.
“I know.” He rocks against me and I have no choice but to widen my legs to accommodate him. “Would you let me do that, though? Would you let me fuck you here, even though you know anyone could walk in on us?”
“Wh-what if we locked the door?”
“Nah,” he rumbles, nipping the skin over my collarbone, making me moan. “What’s the fun in that? What’s the fun in loving behind locked doors when we can do it in the open?”
I grab his shoulders, fist his shirt, only I don’t know if I’m bringing him closer or pushing him away. Not that he’s going anywhere. “This couch is really uncomfortable,” I argue, half-heartedly. It’s not, not really.
Abel lowers the straps of my dress; it’s a tight fit, slashing across my shoulder and arm. But he kisses the exposed flesh, making me forget about the slight sting of it.
“Yeah? Would you hate me if I said I don’t care?” He blows a puff of hot air on my breast and nails me with his gaze. “I don’t care, Pixie. I don’t care if the door’s not locked. I don’t care that my childhood friend could walk in on us. All I care about is this.” He squeezes my breast and I arch into him.
He pushes himself to the side, drags my dress up to my waist and flicks his thumb along the edge of my panties. He smiles when he sees the flower, a sunflower today, and I can’t find it in me to be mad at him for making fun.
“So what’s the verdict, baby?” He kisses the pulse on the side of my neck. “Can I fuck you out here?”
I’m sure he can feel my answer before I even say it. Every part of my skin is heated, every atom excited. Even though there’s a nervousness, it’s drowned out by the thrilled drumming of my heart. The thrill of being found out, of being watched.
“Y-yes.”
“Fuck yeah.”
Smirking, he pulls me up so we’re both standing. I’m a little dazed with the lust running in my veins instead of blood. But he takes care of me. He unzips my dress and lowers it, all the while kissing the inches of flesh as it gets exposed. When I’m naked he gently lays me down on the couch that felt coarser and harder a minute before. But now, it feels like where I’m going to give myself to the boy I love.
He makes quick work of his clothes, getting naked in no time. As he fits himself over me, I realize that his body is a kingdom; every detail, every muscle is well thought out. It’s a universe in itself, that covers me from top to bottom.
We meet in the middle for our kiss. Sloppy, wet, disjointed kisses. They are wild and chaotic and messy. But most of all, they’re greedy.
They make me long for things. They make me long for his cock. Inside me. They make me ache even though I know the pain to come is even greater. It’s going to hurt. He’s going to make me bleed, but that’s okay.