My Kinda Song Page 17

  “My God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” My voice is raspy and low as my hand skims up her smooth thigh. Even in the darkened room, I can see the blush creep up her face.

  “Abby, this is a time where I need complete disclosure from you, okay? I want to know what you like and what you want. You need to tell me, all right?”

  She nods her head, her eyes wide with anticipation.

  “I’m going to take off your bra and panties, okay?” Again, she nods. “Words, Abs, I need to hear you say it.”

  “Yes,” she says, nodding at the same time.

  I give her a smile–she’s so fucking cute–then get to work removing her bra. My fingers have a slight tremble to them as I reach behind her and unhook the piece of material containing her tits. When they’re free, I practically swallow my tongue. We’re talking the blue ribbon, gold metal of all tits.

  The next part has my cock dripping in anticipation. Grabbing the sides of her panties, I gently slide them down her legs. Tossing them over my shoulder, I’m transfixed at the sight before me. She’s splayed out on my bed, naked and panting. There’s a small patch of dark curls above her pussy, and my mouth waters just thinking about one little taste.

  “I need to put my mouth on you, Abs.” She nods frantically, her eyes begging. Sliding my hands up her thighs and parting her legs, I lean in close. “I’ve been dying to taste you. I’ve been thinking of it all night.”

  “Me too,” she pants.

  “You want me to fuck you with my mouth?”

  Her gasp is loud, but so is the moan that follows. “Ye…yes. Please.”

  Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I lean the rest of the way forward until my tongue can swipe across her swollen flesh. Her scent wraps around me like a blanket, her sweet little body drawing me in even more. Using only my tongue, I lick her from the top of her clit to her sweet little pussy. I’m rewarded with another groan.

  Not wanting to waste any more time, I suck her clit into my mouth and run a single finger through the wetness. Her pussy is so fucking tight as I slide in the finger, curling it upward. “Oh,” she groans, writhing against my bed, thrashing her head from side to side.

  I pick up the pace, sliding a second finger inside her warm body. Latching onto her clit, I suck hard until she’s screaming my name out in orgasm. Her body clinches around my fingers, pulling me in farther. Fuck, I wish it were my cock.

  When the last bit of her release is pulled from her body, I back up, gazing up at the woman before me. She’s sated with her eyes closed, and I’d think she’d fallen asleep if it weren’t for the smile on her face.

  “I’ve always wanted someone to do that,” she whispers.

  “What?” I ask, confused. Is she telling me no one has ever gone down on her before? For fucking real?

  “Huh?” she asks, gazing up at me with cloudy eyes.

  “What did you say?”

  “I didn’t say anything.”

  Crawling up her body so that I’m stretched out beside her, my head resting on my hand, I say, “You did. You said you’ve always wanted someone to do that. Was that your first time?”

  Embarrassment creeps up her neck and reddens her face. “I…well, it’s not my first time to have…you know…but it might have been my first time someone did…that.”

  Instantly hating every fucking clown she’s ever dated, I cup her cheek with my hand and lean in for a kiss. “That’s a fucking shame.”

  “Colton, he, umm, never wanted to. The one time I asked him to, he said it was gross.”

  “Fuck,” I breathe harshly, closing my eyes. I’d give anything to knock the shit out of that douche right about now. “Baby, that was amazing. Watching you come by my mouth, my fingers, has me so fucking turned on, I’m afraid I’ll embarrass myself if I don’t get inside you soon.”

  “Really?” her voice eager and hopeful.

  “Hell yeah. I’d do it again if it weren’t so imperative to my health that I feel that tight pussy wrap around my cock.” Her eyes flare to life, excitement reflecting brightly in those sexy green eyes.

  “I’d let you do it again,” she whispers, averting her eyes coyly.

  “And I will do it again. But not now.” I slide on top of her, loving the way her body feels against mine. I’m still dressed, which must be remedied immediately.

  Standing up, I quickly lose my shirt. My boots and socks are next, very hastily followed by my pants. I should fucking shower, but I’m not wasting one more second to make her mine. I’ve already told her this much, but now I make it official. Now, I claim my best friend as my own.

  I slip my boxer briefs down my legs and a loud gasp rings out. Glancing up, Abby’s eyes are focused on my cock. It’s large and jutting straight from my body. The head is an angry shade of purple from all the teasing and foreplay. But that’s not what she’s staring at.

  “What’s that?” she whispers.

  “That’s an Apadravya.”

  “You have your…it pierced?”

  “Yeah. Got it done a few years ago. Hurt like hell and took about six months to heal.”

  She’s blatantly gawking at my cock, studying with openness and curiosity. “Can I touch it?”

  “There’s nothing I’d love more, but I’m afraid I’m a little too wound tight, Abs.”

  “Please,” she begs softly, her eyes returning to mine. And I know in that moment, I couldn’t deny her anything.

  Giving her a slight nod, she moves to a sitting position and crawls to the end of the bed. She’s checking it out with a critical eye, her hand hovering just below my dick. “Can I?” Again, I give her a shaky nod.

  I steel myself for what’s to come next, but wasn’t even remotely close to being prepared for Abby’s touch. Her fingers are gentle and tentative, as if she’s afraid my cock might bite her. Oh, and it might, just not in a bad way.

  “Wow, that’s pretty hot,” she whispers absently, and I wonder if she actually meant to say it aloud.

  Her warm hand wraps around me and I almost come out of my skin. I start to count backwards from one hundred, praying that I’ll be able to control the lust slamming into my body with her slightest touch. Shit, at this point, I have to remind myself to breathe.

  Gazing down, I’m in awe at how beautiful she looks. Sure, she’s staring at my dick like it’s a fudge pop, but there’s something that resembles wonderment in her eyes. Her fingers gently slide along the head until she reaches the ball on the underside.

  Breathe, Levi. Just breathe.

  Her fingers continue to touch the piercing, the hypersensitive head about to explode off my body. She wraps her other hand around the base of my cock, gently squeezing as she toys with the ball on top of the head.

  One hundred, ninety-nine, ninety-eight…

  “I want to lick it.” Those hypnotizing eyes clash with mine, and I swear mine about bug out of my head. Is she serious? She’s not just a fantasy anymore; she’s fucking everything.

  “As much as I’d love that, sweetheart, you do that and it’ll be game over for me,” I say as I help her stand up. “Later,” I add, taking her lips with my own. “You can touch and lick as much as you want later. But first, I need to have you. All of you.”

  Laying her back on my bed, I place tender kisses down her neck, over her collarbones, and down to those glorious tits. Her legs wrap around my waist, lining us up perfectly. Before I say fuck it and slide home, I reach over to my nightstand and grab a condom.

  “How does that work?” she asks shyly.

  “Very carefully. I just have to be careful not to rip a hole in it.” Ripping open the packet, I spread the rubber wide open over my expansive head and gently roll it down into place.

  Sliding back over top of her, I position myself at her pussy. She’s still soaked, my sensitive head sliding effortlessly through the wetness. “Are you sure?” I ask one last time, needing to know this is what she wants.

  “I’m sure. Though I’m not sure it’ll fit. You’re a little…ummm, bigger t
han the others.” Her face bursts into flames, and I practically growl as jealousy slams into my gut. I know she’s been with other douchebags, but the thought makes me see red. Someone else touched my Abby. My Abby!

  Looking for a redirect, I bring my mind back to the task at hand. She’s with me now, and that’s what I need to focus on. “I promise it’ll fit. It’s going to feel amazing. We’ll go slow, okay?” She nods in reply before wrapping her arms around my neck.

  She looks tense so I make sure to go slow as I gently push inside of her. Just an inch and I can already feel the death grip her pussy has on me. Keeping my eyes focused completely on hers, I slide in just a little more, the two little balls of my piercing sliding easily along her walls. Jesus, she’s so damn tight.

  “Relax, sweetheart,” I whisper against her ear.

  Needing to pull her attention away from the size of my cock, I nibble on her ear before raining open-mouthed kisses down her neck. Her skin tastes fucking fantastic, and before I realize it, I’m seated all the way inside her.

  “Oh God,” she groans, arching up into my body, hers taking every millimeter of my dick.

  Shitdamnfuck!

  One hundred, ninety-nine, ninety-eight…

  “Please don’t stop,” she whispers as I pull almost completely out, making sure to keep the apa against her internal walls.

  “Never, Abby. I’m pretty sure I’m never gonna want to stop fucking you,” I answer before slamming into her with a little more force. I’m rewarded with another moan, her muscles tightening around me once more.

  My hands go to hers, gripping them tightly above her head. My body starts to move on its own, sliding almost out of her pussy and slamming back inside. With each thrust, her eyes become wilder, her body climbing higher and higher.

  “When you come, Abby, I want my name to be the only word spilling from your gorgeous mouth,” I tell her as I slam back home, angling my hips so that I hit that magical sweet spot deep in her pussy.

  Her eyes are cloudy but bright as I continue to piston my hips. When her orgasm starts, I feel it all the way down to my toes. She grips my dick so tight, my eyes cross. At this point, holding out any longer isn’t possible and I slam into her hard, chasing my own release. The piercing slides against her tight walls, sending a flood of sensation straight to my balls. My spine tingles and I can’t hold off any longer.

  “Levi,” she chants over and over again, her flushed face shining, her perfect mouth forming the most brilliant little O.

  Slamming into her one last time, I let loose a year’s worth of sexual tension with a roar as I come and come inside my best friend. My Abby.

  Unable to hold myself up, my arms finally give out as fatigue sets in. I roll to my back, pulling her with me, craving her skin against mine. She moves easily, her body completely pliant and sated. My dick is still twitching inside of her, bringing a smile to my face.

  “Can we do that again?” she asks, smiling against my chest.

  A laugh rumbles from my chest. I can’t help it; I pull her in tight, nestling her even closer than before. “You’re gonna have to give me a few minutes, sweetheart. I might need some time to recoup after that.”

  “Feels to me like you’re already ready to go,” she says, wiggling against my still-erect dick. I’m pretty sure I’m dealing with a twenty-four seven hard-on at this point. Now that my cock has gotten a taste of her sweetness, he’s going to be eager and ready to go all the damn time now.

  “You trying to kill me?” I ask, maneuvering her until she’s straddling me. Damn, she looks phenomenal sitting on top of me.

  “I just wanted to see if that Apa-thing is as good the second time as it was the first,” she says coyly, her face flushing once more.

  Gripping her hips, I hold on as she kneels above me, my cock falling from the comfort of her body. I almost groan in protest. But then she’s reaching into my nightstand and realization sets in. I remove the used condom, knotting the end and placing it in the garbage. I watch helplessly as she removes the rubber from the package and stretches it over the head of my dick. She does it expertly, as if she’s covered my erection a million times before.

  Returning to her position above me, she takes a hold of my length, lines herself up, and slides home. Our collective groans fill the night when I’m completely seated within her. It feels just as fucking amazing as it did the first go-around. But then she starts to move. And holy shit, does she move. Who am I to deny her this research?

  “I think it’s starting to feel just as good as the first time,” she gasps as she drops down hard.

  Groaning, all I can do is grip her hips and hold on tight. “Go ahead. Be my guest.”

  * * *

  I’m pulled from a deep sleep and reach for Abby, but find only cold sheets. My mind clears instantly with realization that she’s not in bed with me anymore. After getting busy a second time, we both passed out, exhausted and very well sexed. But now? She’s not here, and for fear of sounding like a girl, it kinda bothers me.

  But then I hear the music.

  And not just any music, but a guitar.

  Getting up, I grab my boxer briefs and slide them on before heading out to find the green eyed, brunette who’s the source of the music. I already know where she is, so it only takes me a moment to walk across the hall and find her in my guest room. The sight of her sitting on the twin-sized bed, wearing my black t-shirt causes all of my blood to rush to one concentrated place.

  I stand in the doorway, watching her strum my favorite instrument. The song she’s playing takes shape, one that I’ve heard a thousand times before on the radio, but never heard her play.

  I taught her to play a few years ago after she returned from college. Abby was a natural, picking it up easily. She’s actually very musically inclined. She can play guitar, but can also sing. Her voice is angelic as she starts at the refrain and sings, even if she won’t share it with the world because she’s too shy.

  I’m so lost in thought, the sweet words to the Enrique Iglesias song running through my mind, that I don’t realize right away that she stopped. When I glance up, her eyes are locked on mine. I can’t help but smile.

  “Did I wake you?” she asks turning and resting the guitar on her leg.

  “Nope. Whatcha doing?” I ask, joining her on the bed. Situating myself so that she’s between my legs, I reach around and reposition the guitar on her lap.

  “I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d play for a few moments. I hope that’s okay.”

  “Of course it is,” I tell her, leaning down and placing a kiss on her bare neck. “You can play my stuff anytime you want; you know that.”

  Reaching around her, I strum the guitar, starting the opening rift to my favorite song. It’s the first song I learned how to play. Well, besides Row, Row, Row Your Boat, but I don’t tell anyone that shit.

  We sit in silence for a few lines of the song, neither of us moving. Well, she can’t exactly move considering she’s holding my guitar and my arms are wrapped around her while I play.

  “This song reminds me of that dating app.” She whispers the words so softly that I’m not sure she intended to say them out loud. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

  “Oh?” I hedge, continuing to play, but very softly.

  Turning her head, green eyes clash with mine. I can tell right away, she’s torn between telling me about SimpleMan and not. Abby clears her throat before continuing. “Yeah, there’s a guy that I met on there. His name is SimpleMan. Says it’s his favorite song.”

  “You’re telling me about talking to another man? While sitting naked under my shirt? Should I be jealous?” I quip with a slight smile so she knows I’m just teasing.

  “No, it’s not like that. We’ve just talked.”

  “Talked, huh?”

  “Yeah, talked. He’s kinda like…well, he’s like you. He’s a friend.”

  This would be the perfect lead-in to telling her that I am SimpleMan, but my mouth doesn’t move. A
t least, it doesn’t move in the way it should. Leaning forward and nuzzling her hair with my nose, I rest my lips against her bare skin. Calmness settles within me, my heart slowing down to a natural beat.

  “Hopefully not completely like me,” I say before trailing open-mouthed kisses down the side of her neck, to her shoulder blade that’s peeking out from my shirt. Her gasp is the only words I need.

  No, I don’t confess the things I should, but I will. I’ll tell Abby that I’m SimpleMan, along with my reasons why, but I can’t do it when she’s distracting me with my favorite instrument and her nakedness. We’ve played together before, but never this intimately. Never have my arms been wrapped around her so tightly, her tits, though covered with my shirt, pressed against my Gibson. Never has my cock been so freely able to press into her ass, ready to go another round or two.

  “Seeing you play my Gibson while wearing my shirt is sexy as fuck.”

  “Yeah?” she pants, gripping the guitar with white knuckles.

  “Hell yeah,” I tell her, pulling the shirt down to bare more of that smooth, creamy flesh. “The only thing that would make this better is if the shirt would suddenly evaporate into thin air.” My tongue trails a line from her shoulder blade to the bumps of her spine.

  Sensing where I’m going with this, Abby gently lifts the instrument off her lap, careful with her hair so the strap doesn’t get caught. When it’s safely set aside, I crawl around her, pushing the shirt up and over her head as I lay her back on the bed. She’s gloriously naked again, my new favorite way to see her.

  “Mmmm,” I mumble as I nudge her legs apart with my own and get nice and close to the Promised Land. My dick is weeping tears of joy as it thumps heavily down on her lower stomach.

  “I don’t have a condom with me,” I tell her, chastising myself for not being prepared. I was a fucking boy scout, dammit. We’re always prepared.

  “It’s okay. You don’t need one. I…I trust you,” she confesses, her sweet words striking my soul with the weight of a thousand elephants.

  “I trust you too,” I reassure her. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I hadn’t been with anyone in a year. We get tested every year at the hospital for work. I’m clean.”