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Authors: LK Collins

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In that moment, I’m lost. Lost in Abel and everything that matters. I don’t care that we’re outside and on his balcony. I don’t care that others could hear us or, quite frankly, see us. All I care about is this euphoria. I continue to ravish his neck and as soon as I feel my orgasm come on, I let go. Again, Abel’s thrusts are long and slow as he comes with me. I finally remove my lips from his neck and look into his eyes.

“You know that’s gonna leave a mark,” he says.

A surprised expression uncoils on my face. “I wasn’t that rough, was I?”

He nods his head and leans down kissing behind my ear. “I don’t mind though. I actually really, really liked it,” he says pressing his lips behind my ear again.

“I’m sure it won’t leave a mark,” I say as we get up and head inside. Abel collects his clothes and I head into the bathroom. When I come out, he is in bed and Puss is at his feet. He lifts the covers for me and I climb in naked, nestling myself in his arms.

“I’m going to miss you these next three days,” he says.

“I know, so am I,” I say and leave it at that. Inside of me, I want to get all clingy, but I don’t. My typical habits have kicked in and my emotions are on the brink of spiraling out of control. I know a lot of my past heartbreak has been the result of me scaring guys off, and I really don’t want to do that with Abel. Hell, I’m determined to not do that with him.

 

 

 

I’m happy to finally be off of work. I’ve worked three swing shifts and they were brutal. Not to mention I had to cancel my lunch plans with Ben and that was awkward. I went from telling him that Abel was just my friend to then using him as my excuse as to why I couldn’t have lunch with him. On a brighter note, Abel convinced me to have dinner with him and the guys at the station. I guess I did promise to make my sub sandwiches, and it’s Abel’s night to cook. I’m giddy and have butterflies in the pit of my stomach. It’s been almost three full days since I’ve seen him. I know I always fall fast and hard, but with Abel I really am trying to keep my emotions in check. Things feel different, and I hope that’s because they are different.

Locking my front door, the sun is warm on my back as I make my way to my car. I decided to wear a pair of denim shorts, a sheer and flowy cream tank, and strappy tweed wedge sandals. One of the things I love about Abel is that it doesn’t matter what shoes I wear because of how tall he it. Normally with guys in the past, I’ve always had to wear flats, but not with Abel.

The station isn’t far from my house and when I pull up, all of the guys are out front playing basketball. They are all shirtless, sweaty, and yummy. Abel sees me and shoots the ball — of course scoring — and jogs over to me. As soon as I’m on my feet, he wraps me in his arms, pressing me into the rear door of my car.

His mouth is on mine, and man, he tastes good. Slowly, he moves his hand underneath the thin fabric of my shirt caressing my skin. My whole body ignites instantly and I want to fuck him so bad I would do it right here, right now, and not care who saw us. Before I lose control, I slow the kiss and thread my fingers into his hair.

“Hi,” I whisper.

He leans down and kisses behind my ear, “Hey, kitten. Shit, I’ve missed you.”

“You have no idea. As much as I want to stand here and kiss you all day, we can’t. I have a meal to cook, and I see a bunch of hungry guys staring at us. Plus my self-control at this moment is paper thin, so back up, buddy,” I tease jokingly.

“I hate to say that you’re right, but you are. Besides, the guys are so excited to try your subs. I’ve been talking about them all day.” He grabs my hand and we walk over to the group of guys. Most of them I know from the BBQ and they’re all really sweet. We exchange friendly hellos and then everyone heads into the station.

On top of the garage that holds their equipment and fire trucks is a large, open, loft-style house. I love the feel in here; it reminds me of Abel’s loft with the open floor plan and huge kitchen.

“Do you guys mind if we shower?” Troy asks us.

“Of course not,” I say. They all leave and head to the other side of the house. Abel opens the fridge and starts to pull out the ingredients for dinner.

“I bought everything on the list you emailed me and then some. Most of the guys eat like I do, so I wanted to make sure we had plenty of food.”

“Thank you,” I say and kiss him on the shoulder. “You can go shower if you want to.”

He shakes his head saying, “Absolutely not. I’ve been waiting to see you for three full days; I’m not about to leave you to shower. Plus, it’s my night to cook and I want to help you. Tell me what I can do.”

“Would you rather wash the veggies or cut them?”

“I’ll wash.”

I hand him everything that needs to be washed and start looking around for a cutting board and a knife. As I rummage in the last cabinet, I come up with only the knife. Turning to look at Abel to ask him if he knows where the cutting board is, he is staring at my ass. I laugh at him and it immediately pulls him out of his trance.

“I can see that you’re preoccupied, but you need to be washing the vegetables,” I tease.

He smiles at me and turns the water on. “Sorry, kitten.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m just teasing you. Do you know where a cutting board is?”

He pulls it off the top of the fridge and hands it to me.

We go through the process of preparing the subs. We make more than I ever have; I sure hope these guys can eat them all. When we all sit to eat, the guys are bantering back and forth. I love how comfortable Abel is here, joining in with their fun. After dinner, some of the other guys clean up since we cooked, allowing Abel and I to head out to the back deck.

I hate that I have to leave him. I want nothing more than to stay the night together. Looking out on the back view of the city, Abel grabs my hips and kisses me behind my ear.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you, Cara. I didn’t know it would be this hard to be away from you.”

I lean my head to the side and Abel rests his chin on my shoulder. His breathing is fast, as is mine, and I wish we could sneak away.

“Will you stay the night at my house and I’ll leave here as soon as I can? I need to be with you, inside of your sweet, little cunt as soon as possible.”

“Of course I will; I need you too. What time do you think you’ll be off?”

He sucks on my neck and then says, “We switch shifts at 7:00a.m. But I’m going to try and leave here sooner.”

I turn around and place my hands on his bare, tattooed chest. “I should get going. We both know that our control isn’t very good right now. I’ll be waiting for you.”

He nods his head and kisses my forehead. I know better than to even begin kissing him. The sexual tension flowing between us is so strong that there is nothing in this world that would stop either one of us.

When we walk back inside, the guys are all lounging around watching a baseball game.

“Thank you for the subs, Cara,” Troy says. “They were the bomb,” Matt adds.

“You guys are too nice. They’re so easy to make. Thanks for having me for dinner,” I say, and Abel walks me out handing me the key to his loft. I contemplate driving home and grabbing some of my things, but I really am too tired and I want to rest for two reasons. One, the sooner I sleep, the sooner I see Abel. And two, I need to rest because I know we are going to do nothing but fuck all day tomorrow.

Pulling into his underground garage, I park in one of his assigned spots and walk into the building. My phone chimes with a text. I check and it’s Alexa.

Hey, girl, long time no talk. How are you? Do you want to go shopping or have lunch tomorrow?

I press the call button for the elevator and contemplate what to text her back, since she doesn’t know about Abel and I yet. I know that I can’t make plans with her for tomorrow, so I lie instead.

I work seven to seven tomorrow, but I’m off after that. Would you and Vincent like to come over and have dinner the following night, I’ll cook?

She immediately texts me back,
That’s perfect. I’ll talk to Vincent and we’ll let you know what time.
I think it’s time Abel and I tell them about us. I know he won’t care, so I’ll bring up dinner to him and I think that will be the perfect time to share our news.

Entering Abel’s loft, I’m greeted by a very vocal and excited Puss. She must be lonely because she hasn’t seen him for the last three days. I set my purse on the counter and pet her. Then I snag a beer from the fridge and notice he has three little bottles of lime juice in there. I can’t drink a beer without my lime juice and he knows it. I smile to myself at his sweet gesture and drench my beer full of it. Taking a sip, it’s so delicious. I head into Abel’s room and pull out a pair of his sweats and one of his Denver Fire t-shirts. I strip, pull his clothes on, and get lost in the scent. God, it smells like him. I contemplate watching TV in his bed, but decide to go to the living room.

Once I’m comfy on the couch, I text Abel to tell him I’m here. My eyes are already heavy and when Puss jumps up, purring for attention, her warmth makes me even sleepier. She lies down at my feet. I flip through the channels and settle on watching a rerun of
Jersey Shore
. Sleep creeps in and I quickly drift off, dreaming of none other than my sexy, tattooed Abel.

I wake to warm hands pulling my sweatpants down. Blinking a few times, I look to see a naked and beautiful Abel standing above me. I moan and lift my hips, looking at his hard and waiting cock. As his hands glide the pants down my legs, it sends a tingle throughout my system. I try hard to keep my eyes open, but I can’t.

Once he has me completely naked, his warm lips kiss behind my ear. It’s by far my favorite spot, and he knows it. Moving my hands to touch him and pull him on top of me, a low laugh escapes his throat. He doesn’t stay lying still for long, as his mouth gets him moving, scattering kisses from my neck down my body. When I look down at him, he’s staring at my sex with intense desire. Watching him like this makes me wet. Slowly he dips his tongue into my awaiting pussy, moving it from my clit to my anus and back up. It’s fucking electrifying. No one has ever touched me there but Abel, and Christ, I don’t want him to stop.

“One day, I’m going to fuck you here,” he whispers into my skin.

Unable to get out any coherent words, I mumble, “Mhhhh.”

He goes back to work, gliding his tongue up and down my pussy. Enjoying the feeling far too much, I can’t stop myself from grabbing his hair. Once I touch him, he starts flicking and sucking my clit. I fist the fabric of the couch with my other hand, grabbing onto any surface I can grip. I desperately try to hold on, knowing I’m about to come. I’m being greedy and I know it, trying to hold on. It’s been three days, and my body has missed him, missed this and what we have. But he’s too damn good and I let go, whimpering in pleasure. Abel’s hands are a vice on my hips, holding me to him. He starts moving back and forth at a quicker pace as I lose it.

Everything within me trembles as I explode, convulsing with pleasure, loving this feeling that only this man can give me. He slows his movements, and still I want more. I will
never
get enough of him or what we have. I know it’s soon, but I don’t care.

Abel sits up and I follow, kneeling on the couch before him. He leans back into the corner, and I contemplate whether to fuck him or devour him with my mouth. Looking into his gleaming hazel eyes, I rest my hands on his thighs and kiss behind his ear. I follow the same path he did and leave a trail of kisses down his tattooed body. As I reach his cock, there’s a small amount of cum on the tip. I swipe it with my index finger and then suck it off. He watches me with hunger, as I move my finger slowly in and out of my mouth. Damn, he tastes so good. Needing more, I lean in and tightly grip him with my hand. I slide him into my mouth and make it almost all the way down. I keep moving up and down with my lips while matching my movements with my hand.

Abel grabs one of my breasts and pinches my nipple.
Fuck, he knows what I like.
I stop sucking him, and look into his eyes.

“Damn, I love your mouth, Cara.”

I smile and hover over him as he moves away from the corner of the couch. Aggressively, he takes my sensitive bud between his teeth, sending a chill from head to toe. I go into a frenzy, reaching between us and sliding down on his rock-hard dick. The pleasure is instant and intense. Abel continues to torment my breasts, while I move up and down. I try to take my time and go slow. I want to savor this time with him, every time with him, but I can’t. He has my body searching for pleasure, a pleasure I have never known until now.

Tightening my pussy around him I tip my head back, I’m moving too fast for him to concentrate on my breasts any longer. His strong hands possessively grip my hips, slamming me onto him. My body shudders as I feel an orgasm building. Before I can let go, Abel flips us over. I’m now pinned below him, panting and pissed that he stopped.

“Cara, you were about to unman me in all of thirty seconds. I’ve missed your pink, little pussy, and I don’t want this to end. Let me take my time. I want to fuck you so slowly that your body won’t be able to stop from convulsing with pleasure. You know how good we are together when we take our time.” He begins to move, making long slow stokes. “Now touch your clit. But
don’t
make yourself come. Got it?”

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