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My heart lurched at the first sight of her smooth pink folds, barely covered by a damp strip of sheer lace, and I changed up the pressure on my dick, working the crown. “Good girl,” I panted. “Wider.”
Abbie spread her legs, and I drank in the sight of her pussy. It was smooth and pink and wet enough to make my mouth water.
“Fuck.” I grunted as I fought the urge to come. I never wanted this moment to end. “Go wider. I know you can.”
Abbie leaned back on her hands and opened her legs, and the way she put herself on display for me sent me plummeting into oblivion. I growled and tugged as my orgasm tore through me, shooting white ropes of cum over the bathroom tiles, squeezing my eyes closed as I struggled to breathe. Struggled to stay standing.
A brush of cool air brought me back to reality, and when I opened my eyes, Abbie stood with the shower door held open. The T-shirt was still knotted around her waist, and while I couldn’t read anything on her face, she couldn’t hide the proof that she’d gotten off on whatever this was. It was shining on her inner thighs.
I smiled with one corner of my mouth, activating dimple mode, and tried to catch my breath. “Your move, babe.”
Abbie stared at me blankly long enough that I started to wonder how badly I’d fucked up. My grin slipped, and I pushed my wet hair back with one hand as she reached around me to turn off the water.
Then she slipped one hand between her legs, inhaling sharply as she curled her hand and slid a single finger inside her pussy. I stared, dumbstruck, as she lifted that hand to my mouth and ran a wet fingertip over my bottom lip.
Impulsively, my tongue darted out to taste her, and as she pulled away, I leaned in for more. Fuck, that taste. I was already craving her. Abbie’s pussy was more addictive than crack.
My heart pounded as she took a small step back, and one corner of her mouth turned up as she shook her head and walked away.
“Don’t play with me,babe. You’ll never win.”
20
Abbie
Will checked his blindspot before changing lanes on the freeway to Scarborough Cove, where Aunt G lived. We were running twenty minutes behind, thanks to a last-minute dirty nappy that required a full outfit change. Seb was gurgling in the back of the car, turning a ring of enormous plastic keys over in his little hands, and I was having a minor life crisis. Neither Will nor I had mentioned what happened in the bathroom yet, and the suspense was killing me.
“We’re friends, and there’s always been this tension between us, right?” I blurted out. “No point denying it. Things have been tense. We’re stressed. We needed to release some of the pressure, that’s all, and what better way than with a couple of innocent orgasms? When you think about it, it’s surprising this didn’t happen sooner. What’s the big deal anyway? We’re grown-ups. Let’s justtalkabout it.”
Will slid his eyes to me briefly before looking back at the road, his competent hands so freaking sexy wrapped around the steering wheel. “You sound a little nuts, Ellison.”
I felt a little nuts.
“You just saw my lady garden, Kidd. Can’t take that back.”
“No, you cannot.”
He grinned like he was remembering it, and I whacked him on the arm.
“Stop it!”
“Never.”
I closed my eyes and made a humming sound. “Fine. I’m picturing your dick in my hand. Your hand!” My eyes flew open again. Will’s broad shoulders shook with silent laughter, and I thumped him again, harder, this time on the chest. “Yourhand, arsehole.”
“You have my permission to think about my dick in my hand—or yours—anytime you like.”
I huffed and crossed my arms, sinking into the seat. I would think about it, thank you very much. Often. With glee. And in high definition.
I couldn’t believe I’d given in to temptation. Not once, but twice. Where was my rock-solid self-control?
“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” I mumbled.
Will frowned but kept his eyes on the road. “What do you mean?”
Wasn’t it obvious? “Imean, we were never supposed to cross that line.Nothaving sex is the secret to our relationship.”
The crease between Will’s brows deepened, and the corners of his mouth turned down. “You don’t think our friendship is solid enough to survive a slip-up or two?”
