“I think you are too. Lie back, baby. It’s time. Is this how you want it? Missionary?”
“I don’t . . . I don’t know? Can you just decide that part?”
Record-setting condom donning time clocked after that, and then I was positioned at her entrance, Abbigail’s extra-large emerald eyes riveted to mine.
“Relax, baby. Just relax. It just felt so good with my fingers, right?” Where the scholarly patience came from was beyond me.
“Yes.” She nodded quickly. “Yes, so good.”
“Okay, so just remember that. This is going to be amazing too. I’m going to try to go as slow as possible. God fucking help me. Because I want to ram straight in and get the bad part over with all at one time.”
Her eyes somehow went wider still with panic.
“I won’t do that. I wouldn’t betray your trust like that. Now kiss me; kiss me and feel me here.” I rolled my hips so the head of my cock rubbed on her clit. Even through the condom, I could feel her heat.
Bit by bit, I eased my cock into her. It took every shred of control I could muster to not just give in and pound into her. When I felt the resistance of her virginity fight back, I buried my face in her neck and crooned, “Baby, baby, I have to do it. It’s the only way to get it over with. This is what you wanted. Forgive me. Forgive me.”
I surged my hips forward, and Abbigail wailed, her back bowing off the bed in pain.
Monster.
I am a fucking monster.
I went to pull out of her, but she stopped my retreat with surprisingly strong grips of her thighs around my waist and arms around my neck.
“Don’t you dare leave me now.”
“I hurt you,” I said into her neck. I couldn’t look into her face, not with the sound she just made still so fresh in my ears.
“The only way you will hurt me is if you bail on me right now. My body is already adjusting to you being inside.” She rolled her hips slightly under mine, and I groaned low in my throat. My cock was still very hard and very needy from all the foreplay.
“Move, Sebastian.” Abbigail dug her fingertips into my ass, pulling me into her. “Don’t start something you’re not going to finish, dammit.”
I pulled back to give her a look of warning, sliding out of her pussy very slowly while doing so. Just a bit at first and then back in, my stern expression locked on her the entire time. Somehow holding on to the obligation helped me manage the feat. Gripping on to the mental bubble of duty didn’t override the physical feeling, though. Nothing could’ve done that. Her pussy was heaven. Fucking heaven.
“Okay? Better now? Tell me, Abbigail. How does my cock feel inside you?” Yes, I was goading her, but I needed her feedback. Needed her to stay right in that glorious moment with me.
“Oh shit, Sebastian. It’s so good. So . . . so . . . I don’t know. I can’t think right now. Just”—gasp—“want to”—gasp—“feel it all.”
Hell yes, baby. Feel it all, indeed. Feel me. Me. Me. Me.
It was all I could think of on repeat. It was me inside her for the first time.
Me.
“We’ll go nice and easy this first time. Yes?” My own voice was as choppy as hers. I was gripping on to my control by a thread.
“Okay”—pant—“okay. Shit, oh shit, that’s so good. I didn’t know. I didn’t know . . . ”
She was so amazing. So amazed, too. Adorable and stunned with the wonder lacing her words as if she were discovering a new constellation or seeing a shooting star for the first time.
I tried to move at a steady pace. I occasionally changed the angle of my hips and toyed with her clit and nipples to see if either appealed to her as I slid my dick inside her pussy. The familiar pull gathered low in my stomach, and I bit into the inside of my cheek to distract me from my impending climax. There was no way I’d come before she got off. If I could just fuck her in earnest, she’d hit the right pleasure combo to rocket to ecstasy.
“Baby, I need to fuck you for real. I can’t hold it back. This is what I knew would happen. I can’t . . . I don’t . . . I shouldn’t . . . ” I couldn’t finish a damn thought. My body was taking over, warring with the carefully knitted control I had woven to handle her properly for her first experience.
But it was all falling apart. One more pump . . .
One more throaty, sexy sound from her . . .
“Fuck, Bas, just do it. Fuck me. Do it, please. God, yes.”
My hips started driving the moment she called me Bas. Something about the more intimate moniker coming off her lips. What a bizarre thing to flood me with desire. But once again, Abbigail Gibson slew me with a secret weapon I didn’t expect her to wield. Her final affirmative plea was all I needed to hear to cut the tether that had bound my primal urges.
Fisting my hands into her long red mane, I anchored myself to her and thrust. My hips punished as we smacked together. Again. Again. Again.
“Yes, God, yes!” she shouted. My name, God’s name, random exultations, and pleas, pants, and moans. All provoked me onward as I chased our mutual release.
“Come, Abbigail, fuck! Give it to me, baby!”
“I’m so close, so close, so close.”
I yanked myself free from her body, flipped her onto her stomach, and quickly pulled her back so her ass was raised into the air. I knew I’d berate myself as soon as we were done for treating her so roughly, so crudely. The exact way I’d handle any other fuck. But I needed to drive into her deeper. I wanted her to feel me in her womb, taste me in her mouth, smell me when she inhaled.
Abbigail scrambled to support herself on her arms, but I pushed her back down so her face was to the side on the mattress and her chest lay flat. “Stay there. Keep your ass up high where I put you in the first place, dammit.”
My hips slapped her ass with each thrust forward, filling the room with an erotic echo of flesh.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
“Rub your clit while I fuck you. You’re going to know who was in this pussy every time you move tomorrow, won’t you?” She didn’t answer me at first, so I pinched her ass, and she yelped. “Answer me!”
“What? I can’t think straight. What?” Her sex-roughened voice was muffled by the bedding.
“Are you going to have a sore pussy tomorrow? Do you hear how wet your cunt is? For me. Just for me! Naughty girl.”
Smack. Smack.
“Yes. Definitely sore tomorrow,” she said between breaths.
“You like being fucked?” I raked my nails down her spine, just firmly enough to leave light marks and make her arch deeper and thrust her ass toward me more.
“Yes!” She moaned. “Gooood, yes!”
“By who, Abbigail? Just anyone?” I reached between her legs and batted her hand away from her clit where she’d been rubbing herself and pinched the swollen bud until she shrieked. “Answer me, girl. Do you let anyone else touch this pussy?”
“No! Nooo. No!” She was so worked up, it was killing me to hold on.
“No what?” I leaned over her and growled, pressing my cock so deep into her she yelped.
“No. Just you, Sebastian.”
“That’s right. Just me. This is my pussy. Mine. Say it, baby. Tell me!” I fucked her so hard she gasped for air and the bed started banging into the wall.
“Fuck, I’m going to come. God, Bas. Please, God, fuck, yes.”
“Say it!” I bellowed, pounding her like a crazed man.
“It’s yours. It’s just yours! Fuck! Yes! Gooooooddd!”
“Oooohhhh, Abbigail.” I went completely still, but my cock pulsed and jerked deep inside her, doing its very best to blow through the end of the condom with hot jets of semen. Over and over, I felt the pulses fill the rubber.
I pressed my forehead between her shoulder blades, and we lurched forward onto the bed, me on top of her, two very overheated bodies thrumming together as one.
“Fuck, baby. What are you doing to me?” I whispered, trying to regain a regular breathing pattern.
“Me? Doing to you?” She laughed lightly, seeming completely boneless beneath me. I knew I needed to roll off her, but I wasn’t ready for it to end. The moment I pulled out of her, it would all come to a screeching halt, and the self-recrimination and loathing would begin. Just another moment or two wouldn’t hurt.
“Don’t do it, Bas,” she said quietly, trying to move below me.
I rolled to the side and then off the bed to deal with the condom. I went to the bathroom and returned quickly, pulling her into my arms on the rumpled, sex-mussed sheets. I didn’t bother reigniting the spark of the conversation she attempted to start before I got up, however. I wasn’t about to douse the flames of the experience we’d just shared with psychobabble so soon.
With her back against my front, I nuzzled my face into her hair, loving the smell and feel of her on my face. I wasn’t usually a post-fuck cuddler. Another Abbigail-only habit, apparently.
“How are you feeling? Are you hurting?” The least I could do was check in with her physically. “I tried to keep some sort of control. I swear I did. I apologize if I hurt you. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be strong enough. I know this probably isn’t the ideal time for an ‘I told you so.’”
“Please don’t ruin this. Seriously. If that’s the path you’re going to wander down, just stay quiet. I’m fine. Physically, I’m fine. Yes, I’ll be sore tomorrow. Twenty minutes ago, that seemed to be some sort of fuel on an open flame to you. Forgive me if I’m having trouble believing the doting lover routine now.”
I pinched the nipple I’d been petting.
“Hey! What was that for?” she whined, and I hid my grin in her silky hair.
“Watch the sassy mouth, Abbi. I am concerned about your well-being. Don’t question it again.” I wet my fingertips and rubbed her where I’d just pinched, letting the cool air pucker the sensitive tip to a sharp point. “I’m trying not to mentally drag myself through the fire here for the way I just fucked you like an animal.”
Abbigail turned in my arms so we lay nose-to-nose. Her soft lips were just a whisper from mine, and I couldn’t resist the chance to feel them beneath mine again. We kissed a few times softly before she pulled back.
“Sebastian Shark, listen to me right now. I wouldn’t change one single minute of what we just shared. Okay?” She waited until she was entirely sure she had my full attention, and I wasn’t going to object. “Not. One. Minute. Please don’t trivialize it again by apologizing or feeling bad about it. That’s all I’m going to ask of you regarding this.” She ran her fingers through my thick hair, scraping her fingernails on my scalp while she did. “I know it wasn’t something you wanted to be a part of in the first place. You didn’t want me holding some romantic notion about you or you and me afterward. I get that. But I’m asking you to not cheapen what just happened by saying any more of those things. Deal?”
I gave her my acquiescence in the form of a very urgent, seductive kiss. When she parted her lips for me, I thrust my tongue in and out deeply, reminding her of the way I had just mastered her body with my cock. We moved apart, and her eyes were glassy and full, no longer questioning how I felt about the evening’s activities.
“Can we have sex again?” she asked, her green eyes all but glowing in the dimly lit room.
“I think that can be arranged. But let’s shower first. Then I’m going to eat your pussy until you can’t remember your own name.”
“Oh,” she croaked.
I chuckled and pulled her up from the bed. My dick already stood at full attention.
But then the sound of my cell phone interrupted all thoughts of naughty-shower-time fun.
“We need to learn to put our phones on silent when we’re together,” she grumbled, walking into the bathroom and turning on the water for our shower.
At the same time, I stomped to where my pants lay in a heap on the floor and fished out the offensive device, stabbing the green key to answer.
“Shark.”
“Hey, man.”
“Twombley, this better be important. And why aren’t you calling from your phone?”
“Not important,” he said without a pause. “And I wouldn’t call you at this hour if it wasn’t important. We’ve got a big problem with the city. We need to brainstorm, and fast, or the groundbreaking isn’t going to happen on schedule.”
“Fuck me! Goddammit, Grant! We have the press lined up. It has to happen.” I scrubbed my hand down my face and around to grip at the back of my neck. My patented stressed-out move.
“I understand that, Bas,” my best friend said with patience I probably didn’t deserve. “That’s why I’m calling you.”
“Fine. Where?”
“Your place?” he asked, sounding as tired as I suddenly felt.
“Fine.” I checked the time on my phone’s screen. “I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”
“Where are you?” he asked, merely being a nosy shit.
“Goodbye, Twombley.” I ended the call and let my head fall forward until my chin hit my chest.
Motherfucker!
I didn’t want to leave, but I didn’t have a choice. I needed to fill Grant in on all the shit that happened with Terryn and Cinnamon too. Outside of the amazing time I’d spent with Abbi, the entire day was a fiasco. I rubbed my eyes, trying to think of what to tell Abbigail. I had heard the water running in the shower when I was on the phone. I quickly pulled my boxers and pants on and turned to go talk to her in the bathroom.
But when I spun around, she was standing in the doorway of the bathroom. She looked like every man’s perfect dream girl standing there wrapped in a fluffy towel, backlit from the fixtures in the small, steam-filled room behind her.
Except my girl had nothing but utter disappointment on her face, having overheard the conversation I’d just ended with Grant.
She knew I was leaving.
I’d just taken her virginity, and now I was leaving.
Score one for the asshole.
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Excerpt from Shark’s Pride
Book Two in the Shark’s Edge Series
Though so many things could be handled electronically in a modern business world, a surprising number of things
still weren’t. Terryn had several piles neatly separated and labeled for me, coded in order of how they needed to be handled. One pile needed signatures. The next needed to be reviewed and returned to her for corrections. A third stack
was all new items, or so the label told me. I knew better. They were problems in disguise.
I moved that last pile off to the side of my desk. Way off.
I’d tackle that mess after lunch. At the moment, my brain was only good for blindly scrawling my name on the indicated blank and moving on to the next.
I moved through the stack efficiently until the familiar knock came on my door.
She wasn’t a moment too soon. My nerves and my stomach were throwing in the towel, and if Abbigail hadn’t shown up when she did, it would’ve taken three men and a
boy to stop me from texting her again.
“In!” I called while resuming my mindless task. No sense changing my habits completely for the woman—or so
I kept trying to fool myself. But a man had to keep his
balance somewhere, and the woman had already upended
me in so many other ways.
“Hey there.”
Abbigail said it quietly while scooting her head and shoulders beyond the edge of the door. She gripped the wood like it was a floating panel from the sinking Titanic. I’d never seen anything more adorable.
“Sebastian?”
“Yes?”
“I asked if this was a good time,” she prompted. “Are you ready for lunch?”
I swore to God, every answer in my mind sounded over-the-top. Maybe beyond that. But I was helpless to verbalize any of them as I loo
ked all the way up, into her eyes. The world fell away. The minutes stopped mattering. And as soon as she walked over to stand in front of my desk, my balance went to hell too.
God, I’d missed her.
I stood abruptly, knocking my chair back into the now-worn dent in the bookcase.
Abbigail’s sharp inhale at my sudden movements just spurred me on more. I rounded my desk to stand directly in front of her, so close that my slacks rustled in the thick canvas of her apron. Her chest dipped with stuttering breaths as she tried to feign calm control.
I slid my index finger beneath her chin and tilted her face up until our eyes locked.
“Hi,” I barely whispered.
“Hi.”
“You’re stunning.”
She reached up to nervously toy with her ponytail. I stopped her by cuffing her wrist and directing it back down to her side. “Now you say, ‘thank you.’”
A small grin quirked at the corner of her mouth before she said, almost too quietly, “Thank you.”
“I’m going to kiss you,” I told her, much like I did the first time our mouths met in the park after Vela’s soccer game.
“Okay.” Her whisper was even softer than before. And a thousand times sexier, if my cock was a correct barometer.
“I’m still not asking, Abbigail.” I squinted my eyes playfully—yes, playfully—as I pressed in for a proper hello. Her warm lips welcomed me, yielding beneath mine. I stayed there for a few moments before pulling back, not allowing myself to deepen the kiss…waiting on her to either demand or deny me at this point.
As right as her gorgeous little mewl was, I hesitated to take her mouth again. If I started more, I’d never be able to stop. My cock spoke up loud and clear about that point, as well. I was damn sure if—no, when—I got inside her pussy again, I’d want to spend hours showing her all the ways I had missed what
was mine.
Mine.
Christ, how right that sounded too.
After stepping back to put even more space between us, I waited for Abbi to look at me again. Instead, she jerked around and started busying herself with my lunch. I cleared my throat in objection—not that she heeded the glaring hint. I got a fast, furtive glance before she continued bustling about.
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