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He pistons his hips, repeatedly hitting the back of my throat. With his hands in my hair, he forces my mouth to meet his thrusts. I’m on my knees with him commanding and dominating me. This side of him is erotic as hell. I love that he has a rougher side, just as much as a soft side.
My hand is no longer stroking him. He’s moving his hips too fast. I use one to grab onto his ass and dig my nails into the tight flesh there. Blue gathers all my hair into one fist and brings his other hand to my throat, gently wrapping it around the column.
“Mmm…” he groans. “I feel it every time I hit the back of your throat, Abby. Do you like me fucking your mouth?”
I open my eyes, which have slid closed, back to him. He’s gazing at me with wild blue ones. His jaw is tight, and I can see he’s barely holding onto his control.
I don’t answer his question, as my mouth is still full with him, but he sees my answer in my eyes. Retracting my nails from his backside, I cup his balls and give them a tug. They are drawn up, so I know he’s close. I’m close as well. My body is starting to convulse, and I swirl my fingers around my clit, then plunge two fingers inside. In and out I pump. Using the palm of my hand, I grind it down on my clit at the same time I fuck myself.
My pussy clamps down on my fingers, and my body spasms as I’m pushed over the edge. Tiny sparks of electricity form in my belly and rush straight to my pussy. My hand leaves his balls and grabs his ass again, where I pull him forward and bury his cock in the back of my throat while I cum all over my hand. One of my favorite things to do is to have Blue in the back of my throat when I come.
The first spurt hits and I greedily drink it down. I’ve never been big on swallowing, I’ve never cared for the taste before, but with Blue, I could quickly become addicted. I pull all the way back out while he’s still coming and jack his cock with my hand. Holding my mouth open with my tongue out, strings of cum hit my tongue. He grunts as his release comes to a slow stop, his hands still in my hair.
We’re both panting wildly and staring at the other. That was some of the hottest sex we’ve ever had.
“Fuck, baby, that was good,” he says through his heavy breathing.
“It was incredible,” I agree with a huge smile.
“Get up here.” Releasing my hair, he helps me to my feet and crushes his mouth against mine. Knowing he’s tasting himself has my body tightening again.
The kiss is short, but no less hot and aggressive. After he pulls back, he rests his forehead against mine and murmurs, “How in the hell did I ever get so lucky as to meet you?”
My smile slips away, his words hitting me hard in the chest. He says he’s lucky, but I think I’m the lucky one. I’m a fucked-up sex addict. I could easily ruin what we have going. Blue’s confidence in my ability to not sleep with another guy is something I still don’t get. There’s no guarantee I’ll be able to stop myself. There’s no way for him to know that, either. I just hope I’m strong enough, and his lucky comment stays true.
Because I know if I fail, it’ll shatter him, and destroy myself too.
Chapter Eleven
Colt
I park my truck and both Abby and I get out. There’s a cold breeze in the air, so I wrap my arm around her shoulders and draw her into my warmth. We walk up to a small diner, and I’m just about to open the door when it’s opened for me. I’m surprised when I see Asher and Poppy walking out, hand in hand.
“Hey, man, what’s up?” Asher greets, holding out his hand.
Pulling my arm from around Abby’s shoulders, I return the shake, then pull her back into my side.
“Nothing much.” My eyes go to Poppy, to see her smiling. “Hey, Poppy. Asher still treating you good?”
“The best,” she answers in her sweet voice, before both her and Asher look to the woman in my arms. “Abby, I’d like you to meet Asher and Poppy. Asher’s a friend and business associate of mine. They just got back from their honeymoon a few weeks ago.”
“Oh, wow,” she exclaims, smiling and holding her hand out for them to shake. “Congratulations!”
“Thank you!” Poppy replies happily, while Asher returns her smile.
“Where did you honeymoon?”
“Texas.” Abby can’t hide her disappointed look. Poppy laughs and explains. “It’s where our relationship started. I wanted to go back to where it all began.”
“Well, technically—” Asher starts, but is stopped by Poppy’s slap to his gut.
“You, hush.” She looks back to Abby. “It’s a long story. Maybe I can tell you about it someday?” She finishes, looking questionably at me, like she’s waiting on me to tell her that Abby will be around for her to tell the story to.
“Maybe one day,” Abby supplies, before I get a chance. If I have any say so, Abby will be around for a very, very long time.
“How’s the ass?” I ask Asher, keeping my face straight.
Asher’s glare meets mine, and I can’t help but laugh at his expression.
