Page 6 of Just Past Two

They’d been drinking, and hell, it was New Year’s, and he’d been having naughty thoughts all night. Maybe he could indulge them, just a little bit. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “It’s hot, isn’t it?”

Abby hesitated before nodding.

Her breasts were so close to his hand. He’d never do something like this normally, never risk getting caught, but the blood thundering in his body obscured other thought.

Abby gasped as Sam cupped her full, round breast, the sound drowned out by another of Zach’s moans. Then she pressed even farther in to his hand. Damn. Pulse racing, cock already throbbing, he slid his hand under the deep neckline of her dress and found the hard peak of her nipple beneath the flimsy material of her bra.

“Sam,” she whispered.

“Shh.” He rolled the tip between his fingers, making her shiver. “Doesn’t it make you hot?”

She paused, and then slowly nodded again. He was harder and more turned on than he could remember being before, and all he was doing was playing lightly with her nipple. Of course, they were in public, watching another couple fooling around right in front of them, and they’d certainly never been in this situation before.

Zach lifted Heather onto the railing of the deck, and Abby shivered. Heather giggled loudly. “It’s freezing!”

Zach kissed her again, moving between her legs, and Heather’s giggles switched to moans. Zach fumbled around with something in his pocket, then he heard the telltale sound of a condom wrapper. Had Sam ever watched someone have sex before? No, actually. He wasn’t even that into porn, because it was all so fake. This, though? This was totally different. Zach shifted forward into the cradle of Heather’s thighs, and she moaned low and breathlessly as he slid into her.

Sam was going to combust right here. Even with the freezing temperatures, sweat beaded on his forehead. One hand still cupping her breast, he reached the other down, under the hem of Abby’s skirt, trailing his fingers up along the inside of her thighs. This was too far, too risky, too much, and she was going to stop him any minute now, surely…

Instead, Abby moved her legs farther apart, granting permission. He brushed the top of stockings, then bare skin, acres of bare skin, and instead of the line of her panties…the soft, slick wetness of her pussy.

She wasn’t wearing underwear. He couldn’t even question it, because his hand was right where he wanted it to be, and he dipped into her hot, wet heat to find the bud of her clit nestled among all that softness.

Abby shuddered in his arms. “Sam,” she breathed, but it wasn’t a protest, something broken and desperate in her whisper. Jesus. He’d never heard her sound like that. The space was snug, her thighs tight around his hand, and she was so damn wet already. She’d gotten wet watching them.

“I like watching this,” he whispered again into her ear. And maybe this was too far, but he was going to say it anyway. “I like imagining you like that.”

She swore under her breath, wobbling in his arms, and he held her tighter against him as he fingered her clit. “Does this make you hot?” He needed to hear her say it, needed to know it wasn’t just him.

“Yes.” She leaned back against him, letting him support her, her head resting heavily on his collarbone. “God, Sam, what if we get caught?”

He nipped her earlobe. She was absolutely drenching his fingers. Leaning a bit farther forward, he could reach deeper, moving past her clit to curl two fingers into her welcoming pussy. If only it could be his dick right now, fucking into her the way Zach was fucking into Heather: short, blunt thrusts that had her moaning. This would have to do, the heel of his hand grinding into her clit. “We’re not gonna get caught. Unless you like the idea of that.”

She shuddered again. Maybe he was onto something. “You like that, don’t you?” He didn’t need to ask. “You like the thought of someone seeing us.”

“Don’t be silly.” Abby’s voice was still barely audible, a whisper, but he knew this woman. He knew when she was lying, and the scenario started spilling from his mouth before he even knew what he was saying.

“Imagine someone watching us the way we’re watching them. You like that? You think of that, all those times when you were fooling around on campus? Hmm? You think about being watched?”

Pressed against him, Abby began to tremble, her pussy tightening impossibly on his fingers. She never came this easily, but here on the freezing cold deck watching someone else have sex, she was already on the edge, already rocking her hips minutely against his hand.

“I want you to come, just like this.” He ground his palm harder into her sensitive flesh, rewarded by the tiny moan she let slip. “Shh. No sounds. Don’t let them hear us. Come on my hand, beautiful.”

She gripped the arm he had wrapped around her, fingernails digging into his skin. And with a sudden, nearly imperceptible intake of breath, she came, her muscles rippling around his fingers. His cock throbbed in his pants, aching for release, aching for her touch, but he could forget all of that in the incredible feeling of making her come on his fingers.

In the fog of Abby’s climax, Sam could hear Zach murmuring to Heather. “That’s it, gorgeous. Just like that. I want to feel you come.”

Heather was less reserved, her voice regular volume as she swore and prayed and repeated his name. Just as Heather seized up and cried out, Abby sagged in Sam’s arms, her climax ebbing.

Sam carefully slid his fingers out of Abby’s wet folds and up to his mouth. She turned in his arms in time to see him suck her juices off his fingers, and in the dim light, her eyes went wide and her mouth opened slightly. She stepped in to him and kissed him, kissing her own taste from his mouth. Then, without other preamble, she dropped down to her knees and unzipped his pants.

He’d never gotten a blow job in public before. No fumbling foreplay in the backseat of his car, no clandestine fooling around in college. Now, though, Abby was wrapping her hot, wet mouth all the way down his length while just beyond their shadowy alcove, Zach was finishing with a low groan inside Heather. Abby moved like a woman possessed, swallowing him down. She’d never sucked him off like this, never with this kind of fervor. This was all new. What else had he been missing? What else was she hiding from him, and why?

He couldn’t even warn her before he was coming. Climax ripped through him, pleasure like a punch in the gut. He bit his knuckles to stay silent, emptying himself down Abby’s throat. She sucked and sucked, swallowing, not missing a drop, and he grabbed at the wall of the building to steady himself. Dimly, he heard Zach and Heather laughing, saw the fumbled recovery of their post-coital encounter, closing his eyes at last as the door back inside slammed shut behind them.

“Fuck.” He finally said it at full volume, his dick softening in Abby’s warm mouth. She got to her feet, looking way too satisfied with herself. God, he loved her. He leaned in to kiss her, tasting them both. “What the hell,” he breathed.

She tucked him back into his pants and zipped them up. “What got into you?” she asked, her smile tentative.