Every Time I Fall (Orchid Valley 3) - Page 52

“I thought we were keeping pants on.”

She slips her hand into my boxers and pulls my dick free.

Holy hell, the feel of her hand on my cock about makes me lose it right there. “Abbi,” I say. It’s not a warning or a question. It’s more like a prayer. A desperate plea for this aching need. “Shit, that feels good.”

She slides her hands around to my ass, tugging. “Come here.”

“I’m right here.” I want her hand back on my dick. I want all of her.

“Up here,” she says, tugging again.

I realize what she means and pull back so I can see her face. “Yeah?”

“If you want me to feel safe, if you want my fear to go away, let me.” Her expression is so damn earnest that I’d have to obey even if I weren’t dying to get that mouth on my cock.

I slide up her body, and she guides me until my dick is brushing her lips. She licks the bead of moisture from the tip, and I nearly lose it right then.

“Closer,” she murmurs, and her lips brush my cock.

I grip the top of the headboard and let her pull me into her mouth. She looks up at me with those big brown eyes as she takes me between those soft pink lips. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t look away. She leads my hips back and forth, urging me to fuck her mouth. Her nails curl into my glutes, and I fucking love the contrast of the sharp sting against the velvety softness of her tongue.

Her eyes water as she takes me deep. I pull back, but she groans and urges me forward again. Then she sucks and—fuck, I lose it. All control. Every effort to be gentle and slow is out the window as she sucks me deep and moans around my cock. I fuck her mouth, gripping the headboard for dear life. Every time I try to pull back, she pulls me deeper, until I’m lost to everything but the sight of her mouth on me and the feel of her lips and tongue wrapped around the root of my cock.

“Abbi,” I rasp. “Fuck, Abbi. I’m gonna come.”

Her moan of approval vibrates against my balls, and I let go.

* * *

Abbi

I can’t believe that just happened.

Only, I can. Because it was the perfect way to ensure no more of my clothes came off. And because now Dean is next to me, barely holding on to consciousness, his hand running lazy circles on my stomach. And because I can still taste him on my tongue. Still remember the look of pure lust in his eyes as I took him into my mouth.

“I think I’ve been punked,” he mutters, wrapping his arm around me and tugging me closer.

I laugh. “How so?”

He cracks open one eye. “You tell me you’re bad in bed and then you do that?” He closes his eye again and nuzzles my neck. “In case there’s any question, you should know you just rocked my world.”

“Oh, I noticed.”

He pinches my side, and I squirm away before he tugs me back again.

I’ve had a lot of practice, though I’m sure Dean doesn’t want to hear about that. That last year I was with Cody, he asked for blow jobs all the time. I just didn’t realize then that he found it easier to get off if my clothes stayed on. “Giving head isn’t one of my insecurities,” I say.

“Nor should it be.” His words are low. Sleepy. “I didn’t mean for that to happen tonight, though.”

“I liked it. It was hot. No apologies.”

“No,” he whispers. His body goes lax, as if he’s drifting off to sleep. “No apologies. Only endless fantasies of returning the favor.”

I bite back my smile, even though he can’t see it. Then I lie there wide awake, reveling in the feel of his strong arm wrapped around me as he sleeps.

Chapter Sixteen

Dean

Friday night, I’m home alone when I get a text from Abbi.

Abbi: I know we’ve both been busy this week, but this is your gentle reminder that we are friends first and this stops the second you want it to. If what happened on Sunday freaked you out, we can move on and never speak of it again.

Sunday did freak me out, but not in the way she thinks. I stare at the message for a long time while I try to figure out how to reply. I haven’t seen her once in the five days since she took me into her bedroom and put her mouth on me.

Five days of straight-up avoidance, and she’s calling me on it.

I never nap, but on Sunday I napped in Abbi’s bed for a couple of hours. When I woke up, it was dark out. I reached for her, thinking to steal a make-out session in the dark before I left. But she wasn’t there. She was in the kitchen baking cookies for the residents of one of the local nursing homes.

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