Abe: Four in Hand

by Mj Fields

  As my feet touched the floor in front of the bed, I struggled to stand.

  “Steady, sweetheart,” he held my waist as I looked up into his beautiful blue eyes. “That’s better.”

  “My dress.”

  “You won’t be needing it for…a while.”

  His arm snaked around my waist and he pulled me closer to him.

  “My panties.”

  “Destroyed.”

  His lips met mine, but he didn’t kiss me, he just held them against me. Only now did I notice the alcohol on his breath.

  “Four,” he took in a deep breath through his teeth, “I’ve had a bit more to drink than I had promised myself I would have when you and I happened.”

  I attempted to pull away from his embrace, but he grabbed the back of my head.

  “Don’t.”

  His lips covered mine and immediately I was lost. The heat began filling me again, my body hummed as his tongue sought entrance into my mouth. I gave it willingly. His tongue stroked up and down my own, causing me to whimper and him to groan as he ravaged my mouth.

  His hands now moved back down my body and came to rest on my butt. He squeezed and pulled outward, spreading me. I grasped at his strong shoulders trying to steady myself, hold myself together.

  My tongue began stroking his in long licks, tasting him as he had done to me. He tasted of crisp wine and something else, me. Never before had I been as turned on to the point that I needed more in a kiss, not like this.

  I bravely let my hand slide down his arms and then lower. I held his hips and then allowed one hand to make its way lower and I took hold of his rock hard erection.

  He immediately lifted me, forcing my hands to grab his shoulders again.

  “I need to taste you again, Four.”

  “I need…. ”

  “No talking, let me give you pleasure,” he lowered me to the bed and knelt before me.

  He spread my legs wide and looked up at me. “Your pussy is absolutely stunning.”

  I closed my eyes, embarrassed of being spread in front of him in the dimly lit room. His fingers spread me and his hum played to the most private and intimate part of my body.

  “Look at me.”

  He lifted my leg and bent my knee gently as he placed my foot on the bed so that it was beside me and he pushed the other leg to the side spreading me even more.

  “Never seen anything so fucking beautiful,” he whispered as he rubbed his finger up and down my seam.

  When he looked up, I knew he hadn’t intended on me hearing those words. For a brief moment, his self-confident, sexually charged gaze gave way to something more, and in one blink of my eyes his mouth covered my opening as he sucked harshly on my sensitive flesh.

  “Ohhh…”

  He pulled away and looked up, “Watch me devour you, sweetheart.”

  His tongue plunged deep inside of me and his hands gripped my thighs forcing them apart even more. I watched because he said so and I watched because I had never witnessed, felt, or encountered such a hungry, sexual man.

  His mouth worked me into ecstasy and a state of orgasmic bliss. His tongue caressed and then dove deep into me. His lips sucked and tugged at mine. Then a finger pushed into me and curled up and then another entered, causing me to take in a deep breath.

  I held his shoulders just like I was holding my breath, fearing I would scream and fall back. Fearing that I would break the contact our eyes made. I couldn’t look away if I wanted to. His eyes held mine captive as his finger pushed in further, curling, turning, touching every part deep inside. The sensation, the places he hit made me lose myself completely and fully. I fought, fearing another orgasm so soon would take my breath away. He sensed my concern.

  “Let go,” he commanded.

  With Neptune, it was much more than pleasure. My breathing became erratic and my need to come was so—immediate. I couldn’t hold back or delay my release.

  “Oh, god,” I screamed out as it burst, rippling throughout my entire body.

  “That’s it,” his fingers continued torturing and pleasing me, “More. Give me more.”

  I felt my insides contract around his fingers and I couldn’t stop myself from slowly falling onto the bed as I screamed out incomprehensible words of pleasure and praise.

  His fingers slowed at the same speed my breaths did.

  “Perfect,” he whispered as his fingers pulled out of me and his hands grasped my ankles.

  He gently rolled me onto my stomach as I continued lying almost lethargically, still falling like a feather from orgasm.

  He cupped my bottom, not too hard, but not gently. His strong hands caressed and then squeezed, caressed and squeezed, repeatedly. After several minutes, the concept of time was lost on me. I started to move.

  “Not another inch,” his voice carried a soft demand. “Stay right there.”

  His hands left my body, yet I felt his eyes burning into my backside. I looked over my shoulder.

  “Eyes forward,” his heated gaze washed over me just like his command. “Not an inch. Do you understand?”

  “Yes but—”

  “No buts,” he chuckled to himself and then he grabbed me firmly, one hand on each cheek and spread me, “Fucking beautiful.”

  And then he let go. I heard him walking out of the room and I wanted to stand, to cover myself, to do anything but lay there exposed. My modesty tried to overcome my body’s desire to let this sexual god have what he asked for without getting anything in return, but it was in vain.

  “That’s a very good girl.”

  He sat at my side with a glass of amber liquor in his hand and a bottle in the other gazing over my body. He put the glass to his lips and threw it back, all of it.

  “Drink?” He asked as he refilled the glass.

  I shook my head.

  “Are you alright?”

  I nodded.

  “Words, please.” He smiled slightly.

  “I am—alright.”

  “Good, then we’ll continue, if that’s alright with you.”

  He drank down the glass again and hissed when the liquor hit his throat. I’ve never been able to drink whiskey.

  I started to roll over and he let out a chuckle, “No, stay just like this.”

  His hand cupped my chin and his thumb rubbed across my lip.

  “Can you close your eyes this time for me, beautiful? Close your eyes and just feel every pleasure I’m about to give you.”

  “I don’t know.”

  “No?” His head cocked to the side.

  I didn’t answer and he stood up and walked behind me. “Do you trust that I won’t hurt you?”

  “I did until just now,” I answered honestly.

  “Because of the question, of course, how stupid of me. I won’t hurt you, Four.” I heard him behind me, but I tried my best to focus forward, it’s the least I could do.

  He lay on his side next to me and rolled me onto mine. His arm snaked around me and he pulled me closer to him. I felt his erection rubbing against my stomach.

  “You’ll be okay.” He kissed my head, “I promise.”

  I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He rubbed my back and kissed my forehead. “This should have been a sober conversation.”

  “I’m sober.” I swallowed.

  “You have me at a disadvantage; I am not used to that.” He gently pushed my shoulder so I was lying on my back.

  He held up a fisted hand that held within it something black. “Normally I’m better prepared, so this will have to do for now.”

  He opened his hand revealing a black tie. He held his empty hand out for me. I hesitated, unsure whether I wanted to play this game.

  “Trust me,” his hushed words were no less demanding than the ones used before.

  “What’s this for?”

  “To help you focus.”

  “On what?”

  He reached down and took my hand pulling me up.

  “Pleasure.”

  I didn’t speak a
s he bent down, resting his forehead against mine. “You are a beautiful woman, Four. By the end of our time together, I am going to show you just how much I enjoy you. This is nothing more than a tool of focus. You’ll focus on feeling tonight. You won’t see me as I eye fuck your perfect ass and your sweet pussy. This, Four, is a way for you to escape your inhibitions, a way to open up to me even more than you already have. For the next few days, I am going to use your body, take pleasure from your beauty, and give you orgasm after orgasm, pleasure after pleasure, and possibly delve a little bit further into the erotic unknown. For the next few days, I am going to own your body.”

  I should have said something. I should have objected. But before my jumbled thoughts could be formed into words, I was blindfolded and rolled onto my stomach. He pulled me to the very edge of the bed. As my feet touched the ground, he spread me again.

  “What are your limits?” His voice was direct.

  “What do you mean?”

  I felt his lips touch the base of my spine and then travel down. His tongue rubbed at the peak of my backside’s spilt.

  “Is this alright?”

  “No further,” my voice squeaked.

  “So no anal play whatsoever?”

  “No.” Anal play, oh dear lord what have I gotten myself into. Boy next door? No, not even.

  His tongue dipped a little further and I tried to pull forward. His hands gripped my waist.

  “No means no, Four. I won’t touch there until I know that’s what you want.”

  “I won’t want that.”

  He let out a deep chuckle, “Okay.”

  He leaned over me, kissing my neck softly.

  I felt him bite my cheek and then lick before his finger pushed between my folds.

  I took in a deep breath and held it until I couldn’t any longer. His finger curled up inside me hitting an unfamiliar spot and my knees buckled immediately.

  He hissed, “That feels good doesn’t it? Don’t hold back on me, Four. I found your magic button.”

  I scooted forward trying to escape the pleasure and pressure building so intensely.

  “Stop, please.”

  Before I could finish protesting, his finger left me, leaving an unexpected emptiness, and he pulled the blindfold off.

  The bed dipped beside me and I looked up as his dark smoldering eyes stared into mine.

  “I’m sorry.” I didn’t know what else to say.

  “Don’t be,” his gaze drifted down my body and his jaw clenched.

  I had disappointed him, and for some illogical reason, I too was disappointed.

  He closed his eyes, ran his hands through his hair, and leaned back on his elbows.

  “I haven’t had time to date in a while. I am a gentleman, Four, I truly am. However, I want to do so much to you that isn’t gentleman-like in the next few days,” he stopped and took in a deep breath. “I won’t hold back. I can’t, not with you. You are the epitome of sexy. Your body, your face, your eyes, your taste, your response…I want to devour you.”

  I pulled the blanket from the side of the bed and covered myself.

  “I see,” he whispered.

  “See what?”

  “You…how many men have you been with?”

  “Excuse me?” I squeaked out.

  “I apologize if I offended you. I just don’t think you’re very experienced and now I feel like I’m rushing you. But, Four, I know exactly what I can do to you and for you.”

  He stood and pulled down the blankets, “Tomorrow, Four, I’ll be sober and you’ll remember everything I have given you tonight. You’ll crave it. Tonight, you should rest. You’ll need it for what I have planned.”

  Like a fool, I did as he asked. What the hell was wrong with me? Here I was in bed with a man I hardly knew, allowing him to blindfold me, torture me with pleasure and I wanted more, so much more that it scared me.

  The Note

  Abe

  I lay next to her and watched her roll to her side, her back to me. Not the position I expected nor desired. I pushed her beautiful, thick, black hair over her shoulder and pulled her back against my chest. She didn’t fight it, and after a few kisses to the back of her head she relaxed against me.

  “Thank you,” I whispered.

  “You’re welcome.”

  “Are you cold?”

  “Not anymore.”

  “Glad to hear it.” I reached down, pulled the blanket up around her, and pulled her against me even tighter. “You have a million tiny goose bumps right here.”

  I kissed her neck and her back arched, causing her to push her tight round ass against me.

  “Four, I’m alright with you resting, but might I remind you my restraint is already being tested by your sexy body, add to that alcohol, and I am hanging on by a thread here.”

  “Sorry,” she breathed out.

  “Not yet you aren’t.” I chuckled.

  She didn’t respond. I assumed she was asleep so I decided to follow suit. Tomorrow was going to be one hell of a day.

  ***

  I woke in an empty bed and thought I heard the water running in the bathroom. I was also sure I had a big fucking headache and wasn’t ready to be awake. The sun hadn’t even come up yet.

  I looked down at the tented sheet and decided I needed to drain that before Four thought I was even more freaky than she already did. I hated calling her “Four.” Today we will be exchanging names, I thought as I got up and made my way to the bathroom. I knocked and when no one answered, I walked in thinking she may have gone next door to see her friends off.

  When I came out, I saw a note on the nightstand.

  Neptune,

  Thank you for a memorable night. I had to cut my trip short and return home to take care of a few things before I take my next step in this crazy journey called life.

  I didn’t want to wake you, you looked very peaceful.

  I won’t forget you.

  XOXOXO,

  4

  I must have read the note three or four times before folding it up neatly and shoving it in my bag because I didn’t want to forget either.

  I spent the next two days on my board and my nights sitting on the beach drinking and wondering what the fuck it was I wanted from my life. Was my role as CFO of Steel, Inc. worth not trusting in humanity? Questioning everyone’s motives? Not allowing them to know who I am? I slammed another beer and decided right then and there not to doubt myself and not to let anyone in because I would not give up control. I was control.

  The next morning, I called and changed my flight and packed my bags. I wanted to go home.

  I didn’t let anyone else know I was back at the shore. I didn’t want Carly to get all crazy, or the Steel boys to think I didn’t trust that they could handle the company. I knew they could. Never doubted it. The only thing I ever doubted was them handling their dicks, and well—now I wasn’t too sure I could handle mine. I must have scared the fuck out of Four. No other explanation for her ditching. Never had that shit happen before. Maybe it was Karma’s way of kicking my ass for sticking up for my boys all those years. Or maybe she was one of those girls who just liked to fuck. Well, Karma and I were now on fucked up terms because I didn’t appreciate that shit at all.

  ***

  I walked into the pub and Pops was pouring a draft for old Sal, one of the locals.

  “There’s my boy,” Pop’s voice boomed through the air.

  “You back where you should be, Abe? Ready to take over and let your old man retire?” Sal was always busting my balls. Telling me I needed to lose the tie and get behind the bar.

  “Sal, you’re looking good,” I lied. The poor old son of a bitch was practically yellow, which was a big indicator that his liver was on the fritz.

  “That your fancy suit wearing way of trying to shut me up, boy?” He hacked.

  “No, sir, not at all.”

  I walked around the bar and gave my pops a hug. “How you doing?”

  “Doing well, boy, doing well,
” he chuckled and hugged me back.

  “Mom? How’s she?”

  “Still here. You should stop by and see her. Been a week, Abe. That’s not like you, you know.”

  “I will as soon as I leave here.” I grabbed a beer and stood against the bar.

  “O’Donnell’s Pub is a landmark, son,” Sal was starting the same damn spiel he gave me every time I walked in the door. “This place has been here for seventy-five years. Not always with the O’Donnell name, but,” he gave my pops the same look he always did at this point in the story.

  “You ever gonna get over that, Sal?” Pops laughed.

  “You should never have changed the name.”

  Pops chuckled, “I gave Shaw a choice. I either keep you, or I keep the name. I kept you.”

  Sal, honest to god, came with the place. He was a damn landmark and a legend at this establishment. Just ask him, he’ll tell you.

  “Next thing you know you’ll be getting rid of corned beef and cabbage on St. Patty’s day.” He grumbled. “Got rid of the baseball team.”

  “No one wanted to play anymore,” Pops chuckled.

  “Brought in a lot of fine women folk on a Thursday night.” He tipped back his beer and finished it.

  He stood and pulled on his hat. “You should bring back the baseball, boy. The least you could do to help out around here.”

  When he walked out the door, Pops and I laughed, “You ever gonna tell him he’s not Irish, Pops?”

  “And break his heart? No thank you,” Pops laughed.

  I looked around at the empty pub, “Business been slow, Pops?”

  “We’re getting by.” He gave me his generic answer.

  “I make a lot of money, Pops. Enough to pay for…”

  “I make enough money to take care of me and my Margaret.”

  “I know. You also paid for my schooling. I wanna pay you back.”

  “Your mother and I told you, you do well in school and we pay for college. You did well.” He nodded.

  “Things changed though, Pops.”

  “Nothing’s changed son. We’re still us.”