Abel (Sabine Valley 1)

Even as I try to hold back, it feels like the most natural thing in the world to press my body to Harlow’s, to lift my chin until my mouth is even with Abel’s. We share a breath, a harsh exhale as I drive into her, and then his mouth is on mine.

Abel kisses me like he owns me. Like he has just as much pent-up, thwarted desire as I do. He keeps strumming Harlow’s clit, and I keep fucking her, but he laces his free hand through my hair, keeping my mouth to his.

Her cries escalate, reaching a pinnacle well before I’m ready to break the kiss. Harlow digs her nails into my ass as she comes around my cock. I try to hold out, to resist the feeling of her pussy clamping around me, but it’s too good. I curse against Abel’s tongue, and then I’m following her over the edge, pumping into her and filling her with my come.

Finally, a small eternity later, Abel leverages my face away from his. He’s grinning in the low light. “That’s a good start.”

Harlow curses, but I don’t have to look at her to hear the smile in her voice. That strange feeling in my chest gets stronger as I ease out of her, and Abel makes an impatient motion for the bottle of lube I dropped near his feet. I raise my brows but retrieve it. A few seconds later, he’s lowering Harlow onto his cock.

She makes a keening noise. “Not even a little break?”

“You can take it. Can’t you, sweetheart?”

She whimpers but finally nods. “Yeah. I can take it.”

I kneel between their spread thighs and watch Abel fuck her. Or, rather, watch him use a grip on her thighs to lift and lower her on his length. The sight of his thick cock spreading her pussy has my cock giving an answering twitch. It’ll take me longer than this to recover, but hell if my body isn’t doing its damnedest to make a liar out of me.

He’s so much bigger than she is. And the look of intense concentration on his face as he shifts his angle to hit a spot that makes her whimper is just as sexy as everything else happening. Her breasts shake with each heaving breath, and a light sheen of sweat dusts her skin.

I start to lean forward, but Abel gives a sharp shake of his head. “Not her mouth, Eli.”

He doesn’t need to elaborate. Not when we’re moving like two parts of a whole. Or, rather, three parts of a whole.

I slide down to settle between their thighs. Harlow makes a whimpering noise I’ve never heard before, and it feeds my fucking soul as much as this connection with Abel is right now. I drag my tongue over her clit, and she jolts so hard, Abel has to grab her hips and pin her down on his cock. So I do it again. And again.

Fuck, I lose myself in this moment, in the taste of her and him and me, all mixed together. And I’m a glutton for desire, because I dip down and give the base of Abel’s cock the same thorough treatment.

He reaches past her hip to dig his fingers into my hair and yank me back up to her clit. “You can suck my cock later, Eli. She needs another.”

Harlow gives a thready laugh. “I can’t come again.”

“You’re not done yet, sweetheart.”

I obey the unspoken command in his tone and flutter my tongue against her clit in the motion she loves above all others. She moans, but Abel holds her steady. In fact, he’s the one that starts to move, thrusting up into her in slow strokes that, combined with my mouth, have her panting and speaking in words that are barely comprehensible. Her hand joins his in my hair, and I look up her body to find her reaching back behind her head with the other to hang on to his neck.

She’s shaking, but she’s not there yet. Harlow writhes as much as she’s able. “Oh gods, that feels so fucking good.”

“You can take more, can’t you?”

“Yes,” she sobs. “I can take more.”

Abel gradually picks up his pace, while I keep mine the same. She needs the steady touch to bring this home. From the way she’s whimpering, it’s going to be one hell of an orgasm. She always gets loud with the big ones.

“More, Eli. Suck my clit. Please.”

I obey, watching her closely. My cock is already hard again, and it’s everything I can do not to fuck against the mattress like a wild thing. The need to bury myself in her, in him, is nearly overwhelming.

Not yet.

My tongue is getting tired, but I don’t give a fuck. I could do this for hours. I have done it for hours. I let my tongue and lips do what I haven’t been able to with words.