Kneeling on her bed, I grabbed her ankle and lifted up her leg to meet my mouth. Her head fell to one side with her eyes closed as I only let my lips brush her against her smooth legs. When I reached her inner thigh, practically hovering over her, I placed her leg on my shoulder moving onto her other leg kissing up to her ankle instead. Her almond skin matched her almond eyes, and the freckles she randomly had resembled beauty marks instead.
Blessed with too much beauty, someone had to smite her to bear the marks.
“Grimm, no teasing. We did enough of that.”
There were gasps and hushed moans between each word. It wasn’t helping my dick any. Every time I heard her pant, it made my dick jerk.
“This, right here, is exactly how you make me feel all the time.”
My head fell to the left side, lips brushing her skin with every word, and my hands yanked her panties down from her ass.
“You have more control than I do…” That was surprising in her voice.
“Not when it comes to you, Abigail.”
She wiggled, trying to make her panties come off easier, when I didn’t need any help. They were coming off, even if I had to rip them off.
One quick pull, and her panties still remained whole when I shoved them into my sweatpants’ pocket.
I had never seen my dick raise like this without the glory of making someone do what I wanted, when I wanted, how I wanted and mixing in some violence.
The pain is what really turned me on. I wanted to feel the pain that was intangible, always humming inside me, become tangible enough to sting on my skin. Giving pain, receiving pain… it all got the job done in making me come.
I once had a girl punch me in the face back at boarding school just to get my attention while she rubbed her crotch against mine at a party. I went from uninterested to paying very good attention.
Abigail’s hands pawed at me, trying to reach the band of my joggers to push down between us when I pulled off her panties from her ankles and dropped her legs on either side of me. She didn’t dare close them; she let me look at how perfectly slick she was.
Reaching between us, my thumb found her sensitive clit and rubbed the same exact way I had before in my bathroom. Her hips circled and pushed up to meet my motions. Letting my hand catch my weight, I idled above her, thumb still working her clit and my tongue gliding against her neck. I could tell she was already close.
She was so controlled I would believe it if you told me she vetted guys on the same level as the FBI before she let them into her panties.
“Abigail…”
“Grimm, it’s real.”
Her chest was heaving, and my lungs were on fire, trying to inhale and exhale while watching her unravel below me. She knew exactly what I wanted to ask her even though I couldn’t bring myself to actually ask. I didn’t want to know if it wasn’t real.
Her knees rubbed my hips, and my dick was listening very closely to her moans as my fingers walked the neckline of her tank top down far enough to expose her nipple to my mouth.
Her scars matched mine—different traumas but both broken by others.
Abigail’s legs shook against me, and I watched her come so gracefully I could have come inside my boxers. Bringing my thumb to my lips, I sucked off all of Abigail with a grin that felt permanent.
She leaned up, speaking into my neck, hot breath hitting my skin as she whispered, “Do I need a safe word?”
I didn’t bother responding when I pushed my lips against hers aggressively, hungry, starved for her. With my hand on her neck, keeping her lips on mine, I felt her lips part and grant my tongue access to hers. Her delicate hands pushed down my sweats with my boxers, only enough to slip her hand in and grab a hold of me.
The only response I could give her was my head shaking back and forth in a silent no.
Fuck, my head was spinning, and my body was on fire.
“When do I get to return all the favors you keep doing for me?” I sat back on my knees, but she sat up, making sure the distance between us was existent.
Pushing my sweats all the way down and tearing out of them, I pushed her back, making sure I had the perfect view of her. “If you didn’t drive me so crazy, I might allow that… You’re making it difficult to think straight, let alone stop myself from coming inside your pretty mouth.”
“Are you going to let me help you finish this time?”
The flash of insecurity sprang to her features. My inability to let her have that part of me before made her question if I desired her at all. My whole body was trembling and shaking with anger at the people who hurt her and the fucking pulsing my dick was doing. If you didn’t desire her, then you probably weren’t into women. Letting anyone make me come was something I rarely did.
Abigail witnessed my kinks and perversions, like letting a girl sit on the floor of my kitchen, letting me do whatever I wanted to her. It was the quickest way to my dick, but I rarely let them see that part. That meant giving them a piece of me.
The darkness? I had plenty to spare.
The shit Abigail wanted? Not enough.
I couldn’t give her an answer when I wasn’t even sure. Watching her reach ecstasy seemed satisfying enough.
Pulling her tank top off, I exposed her completely, while I pressed my knees into the back of her thighs, making sure they stayed open. Her full lips pulled me in when my open mouth found hers. My hand wrapped around myself and guided my tip between her legs. The tightness of Abigail forced me to enter her with some aggression.
With our lips still brushing and feeding each other, through stalled out breaths, I whispered, because it felt right, “Just friends. You know that, right?”
I was giving her more than I was willing to see the fallout of, and that required clarity.
She nodded her head, slowly making her lips messily nip around my mouth and jaw.
Every inch of me, all six evenly spaced horizontal bars on the underside of my cock, was acting like a ribbed condom making every inch of me plunging deeper the reason she panted.
She melted down into the bed, any residual tightness dissolving with every sharp thrust. Sharp movements were a must when Abigail was this wet.
“Grimm…” She panted, and her legs twisted with mine as her arms wrapped around my neck keeping me close to her.
My hips pushed against hers, wildly giving up on a pace. There was no such thing as a fucking pace with her. We spent enough time avoiding this.
“Say you understand, Abigail. Just friends.” Painfully slow, that was the new pace I was torturing her with until she agreed.
“Yes… Yes!” In an exhale, she agreed to both my dick and nothing being born from this.
Abigail had my dick in a vice, tightly hugging me even while being this slick. Still holding myself above her body leaving no real room between us, her hard nipples scraped my chest with every motion. She was getting tighter when her palms, fingers, and thumb all caressed the sides of my face, making sure I maintained eye contact.
She wanted to make sure I watched her come. That wasn’t something I would miss.
“I want to make you come,” her voice rasped, and her lip got stuck between her teeth.
She was making sure she saw me come.
My hips pushed into hers with force and a sloppy fucking pace to match. My abs tightened, and I couldn’t hold back the groans boiling over my lips when her legs kept brushing my hips, coaxing me into giving her what she wanted.