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Chapter 7
Dean
It’spitchblackinmy bedroom. Not even the tiniest sliver of light makes it past the triple layers of blinds that cover the huge windows.
I desperately want to go back to sleep, but energy hums in my muscles. I turn over and shut my eyes tight, trying to stay as still as possible. Maybe boredom will put me to sleep? Hours pass and I’m still wide awake. My mind wanders back to the date with Abbi. To the exact place I’ve been trying to avoid ever since she left me standing on the street tonight. Needling her like that was wrong. God, I behaved like such an ass. Why did I let my smart mouth get the better of me and push her buttons?
Because you were frustrated.
So very frustrated.
And I wassoclose.
Silky and soft—that’s how Abbi’s hair felt against my face when I was holding her in the alleyway. I want to see her hair loose and wild, messy against a white pillow. I close my eyes and imagine how her body would feel pressed against mine with less clothing between us. What it would’ve been like if she’d hooked a leg around my hip?
Suddenly, my room feels sweltering hot. With an annoyed grunt, I pull up the T-shirt I’m wearing and flop onto my back, throwing off the covers. The cool air licks at my skin, teasing me.
Sighing, I lean back against the soft pillows and close my eyes again. My mind once again strays right to where it shouldn’t go.
Fuck.
Fine. Let’s do this.
Tugging the waistband of my sweats down over my thighs, I’m hard as steel. I take my shaft in my hand, and that contact alone is enough to make it stand straight up
against my abs, my balls already pulled up tight. I rub them with my other hand and take a deep breath.
I cup the underside of my dick with my hand and then tighten my hold. When I reach the crown, my palm is wet from pre-cum slicking the way. The first few pumps are slow but grow firmer with each one. I curve my fingers around the hot skin and pull, throwing my forearm over my eyes.
The slickness of skin sliding on skin, mixed with my breathing echoes around the room.
A moment later, I’m back in that alleyway, my hands around Abbi’s curvy body, my face pressed into her neck. She wriggles against me, and I can feel her heat against my cock.
“Take off your coat,” I say in a gravelly voice, arousal tightening my throat, making it difficult to speak. Eyes on me, she leans back in the cradle of my arms and slips out of the offending clothing, and I let it slide out of sight. Fuck me. She’s wearing the outfit from the day I met her—that silky maroon blouse, buttons open almost to her waist, baring her black lace-covered tits to me.
I groan out loud at the mental image, and the hand circling my cock tightens involuntarily. My hips thrust upwards helplessly at the sensation, and I back off the pressure, not wanting this to be over just yet.
“Yesss,” I hiss. “Unbutton your shirt.” She slips the remaining buttons free. She’s almost bare. I can make out rosy-pink nipples, the same color as her lips, through the lace. I want to bite them.
“Now, pull up your skirt.” She runs her hands down her body and pulls her black skirt up until it settles around her waist. As she puts her arms behind her body to hitch it up, her breasts push closer to me. Her capitulation to my demands is breathtaking. Am I into this? Being dominating and demanding?
I squeeze my cock hard, gasping at the rise in my arousal.
Soon, she’s breathing quickly, standing before me half-dressed, chest rising and falling.
“Now, undo your bra,” I demand. She obediently releases the front clip and peels the cups aside, her skin breaking out in goosebumps. Her nipples are hard like little spears.
Looking down, I see the shadow of a small, neat triangle of dark hair through black lace. She watched me slide her panties to the side, her gaze like liquid fire. She’s as turned on as I am. My eyes drink in every detail. She’s looking up at me, waiting for my next command, looking vulnerable, a lot turned on and rubbing her thighs together.
“Tell me, sweetheart,” I say at last. “What did you want me to do to you this evening?”
My mind races to form the words that will come out of her beautiful mouth. I grip my dick even harder, pumping up and down.
“Everything,” she replies breathlessly. “Ever since I first saw you, I knew I had to be with you.”
”Is that so?”
“Yes,” she practically pants, looking up at me with big eyes. “I knew you would know how to… take care of me.” She bites her lip. “I want you to take it all,” she whispers.
