by Ted Evans
Chapter Thirteen
Abe
I was slow to wake up in the morning. For the first time in so long I wanted to be lazy and not get up before the sun rose. I tightened my arms around the warm body I held against my chest and sighed happily, nuzzling Brooklyn’s soft hair. Now that my mind was up, I wouldn’t be going back to sleep, but I was too comfortable to care about that. It wasn’t something that happened for me often, so I was going to enjoy it while I had the chance.
It was a long while later when Brooklyn started to stir in my arms. I pressed a kiss to her forehead and waited for her to open her eyes and look up at me. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she squinted up at me. Then, her eyes blew wide open as she gasped. She tried to pull away from me, but I tightened my arms around her, and she froze.
“Where you going?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.
She blinked, and I saw her face darkening in a blush before she ducked her head to hide under the covers.
“Nowhere,” she said, her voice small and muffled.
I smirked and tugged the sheet lower to her shoulders, then put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up. She had a slight pout on her lips as she looked up at me.
“Can't you at least be happy to see me this early in the morning?” I murmured, pressing another kiss to her lips. “Don’t tell me you’re already regretting last night.”
My heart clenched in my chest, and I hoped that she didn’t. From the moment I met her, I had been thinking about every action I took with her. I remembered her words last night that she didn’t want to be heartbroken again because of me, and I had no intention of hurting her this time. I was still thinking, but that much I was sure of.
After a long moment, when I thought my heart might stop, she let out a sigh and shook her head. My own body relaxed, and I grinned at her so she wouldn’t know just how much her answer meant to me.
“I can't regret it after I allowed it, can I?” she said, speaking more to herself than me. “I’ll just have to deal with the consequences later.”
“Hey, what do you mean by consequences?” I complained, mock frowning down at her. “Last night wasn’t that bad.”
She smiled up at me. “I didn’t say that. Why are you being all moody? I already said I didn’t regret it.”
I hummed, then leaned down for a proper kiss. She kissed me back, and I smiled against her lips as I pressed harder against her. Before I could deepen the kiss, I felt her palms push against my chest, and I stopped immediately.
“What?” I asked in a whisper, my breath coming a little fast.
“Brush your teeth first,” Brooklyn whispered back. “And me, too. We both have morning breath.”
I was still for a moment, then I chuckled. I was a little reluctant to let her go. I was worried that if I left her alone, she might run away from me. But clinging too much at the moment might do just as much harm, so I let her go. Besides, sometime apart, even if for only a few minutes, might do us some good.
“I’ll go take a shower,” I said, sliding out of bed. “You can stay in bed a little more. Our flight won’t be until way later.”
“How long is later?”
I looked around for my clothes, and searched through them to get to my cell and check the time.
“It’s only nine now, and the flight is around three. I’ll shower, then order us breakfast while you go in, okay?”
I turned to look at her, only to catch her staring at me with her mouth open. I was surprised, then amused, then aroused.
“Should you be looking at me like that right now? You’re the one that forced me out of bed.”
She frowned, regaining herself, and was careful to keep her gaze on my face. “I didn’t force you. Now go, use the bathroom already. I want to go in, too.” she wrinkled her nose, holding the sheets tight to her chest. “I need to clean up from last night.”
I chuckled as I walked toward the bathroom. I took a last glance over my shoulder before I closed the door behind me, and I was satisfied to catch her still watching me. I took a quick shower, and found a toothbrush and a tiny tube of toothpaste, tossing both out after I used them. There was a robe hanging off the back of the door, and I pulled one on before walking into the bedroom. Brooklyn was still lying in bed, and when she saw me walk out, she got up, with the sheets wrapped around her, and walked into the bathroom.
“I’ll order breakfast,” I called through the door. “Is there anything specific you’d want?”
“Whatever you get is fine,” she said back.
I got dressed quickly and moved to the other room. I called the kitchen to see what they had available, and I ordered breakfast with a smirk on my face. It took about half an hour before the food was brought up, and by then, Brooklyn had stepped out of the bathroom already.
“Are you dressed?” I asked before I walked in on her.
I heard a few thumps, then the sheets rustling, before everything suddenly went quiet.
“You can come,” she said, sounding a bit nervous.
I carried the food tray to the bedroom. There was a nightstand beside the bed where I set it down, then I sat on the edge of it. Brooklyn was seated with her back against the headboard, wearing the robe from the bathroom. She probably hadn't had much time to get dressed. She could have told me to wait first… but she didn’t.
“What’s for breakfast?” she asked, looking around me to the tray of food.
“It’s a full American breakfast. Toast, pancakes, bacon, eggs and coffee. There’s even butter, cheese and syrup on the side.”
I’d had just enough brought for the two of us, though we’d be sharing the plate. Food wasn’t at the forefront of my mind right then, though, as I leaned closer to her.
“What are you doing?” she asked with a disapproving frown, leaning back a bit.
I grinned. “Guess.”
I closed the space between us and pressed a kiss to her lips before she could protest. Not that she seemed to mind, sighing into the kiss one of her arms circled around my shoulders, and the other clutched at my shoulder. I’d intended to get messy, so I was in a t-shirt and cotton tracks. I licked her lips until she parted them for me and slipped my tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. I broke the kiss off only when I needed to catch my breath, and Brooklyn was panting just as much as I was.
“You don’t mind now, right?” I murmured. “We’re both showered, teeth brushed…”
“The food will get cold,” she mumbled.
I smiled against her lips. “There’s no need to worry about the food. If you don’t want it later, we can have it heated again.”
“That’s so wasteful, though,” she complained.
Still, when I went to kiss her again, she didn’t push me away. Instead, her hands tugged at my clothes, and in moments we were rolling on the sheets, naked. An idea popped up in my mind, and I pulled back to grin down at her.
“What are you thinking?” she asked, suspicious, when she saw the look on my face.
“I was thinking we could have some fun,” I said teasingly, reaching for the nightstand.
I picked up the bottle of syrup, noting it was chocolate flavored, and uncapped it. Ignoring Brooklyn’s widened eyes, I poured the syrup all over her torso.
“You’ll mess up the bed,” she squeaked, but didn’t move.
“They won’t mind,” I said dismissively. I had paid quite a bit for the room, after all.
I watched where the drops of syrup landed, making sure to get plenty around her breasts, catching her nipples. Then, I set the bottle aside and ducked my head to lick up the dripping syrup. Brooklyn held onto my hair as I ran my mouth and tongue over her breast and nipples, licking every bit up thoroughly and adding a few hard sucks to her nipples. Then, I moved down toward her stomach, adding in a few nips here and there.
Brooklyn squirmed underneath me, panting and moaning at my ministrations. I could tell what she liked by the way she would tug at my hair, with the harsher tugs meaning she felt the most pleasure
. I parted her thighs with my hands as I moved lower, and settled in the space between. When I was done licking up all the syrup, I buried my face between her thighs.
She cried out, her back arching sharply, hips trembling. I held her still as I pressed my lips to her sex in a kiss, sucking on her clit and teasing the tip of my tongue at her entrance. Her natural taste was a sharp contrast to the chocolate syrup, but I just hummed at the taste, kissed her more roughly, and thrust my tongue into her a couple times.
“Abe!”
I grinned at the sound of her calling my name. I was feeling a little impatient myself, so with a last kiss, I crawled back up her body, leaving kisses in a trail, until my lips were pressed to hers once more. Her legs wrapped around me, and I shifted my hips to position myself. The head of my cock bumped at her entrance, and with a flex of Brooklyn’s thighs and a shift of my hips, I slid into her body, a shudder running down my spine as her walls fluttered around my shaft, making me groan in pleasure.
For a moment, neither of us moved. My lips were just a breath from hers, but neither of us closed the space down. I was trying to get a hold of myself so I wouldn’t come too soon, but being inside of Brooklyn again was just too amazing. When I thought I could control myself, I moved.
My cock slid in and out of her body, her walls squeezing around me driving me insane. I kept my movements slow, unhurried, pressing kisses all over her face, before catching her lips once more. I picked up my pace, relishing in the sharp gasps and breathy moans that were spilling out her throat as I moved a little faster, a little harder against her.
Pleasurable shocks were running up and down my spine, and I moved my hips even faster against hers, chasing both our orgasms. Then, I heard her whimper as her walls convulsed around my cock, and that was it as I snapped my hips against hers, burying myself as deep in her body as I could go, and came.
Then, we slumped into the bed as our bodies wound down, and I rolled us over so I was lying on my back and Brooklyn was partially on my chest, so as not to crush her. We still had plenty of time before we needed to catch our flight, so there was time for some rest before breakfast.
“Now we’ll definitely need to get the food warmed up,” Brooklyn grumbled once she caught her breath. “And we’ll have to shower again, too.”
I huffed a quiet laugh, but just held her closer against me, closing my eyes to relish having her in my arms once more.
Chapter Fourteen
Brooklyn
We were packed and ready to head to the airport over an hour and a half before our flight was scheduled. I followed Abe out of the room and to the reception so he could hand in the keys and handle the payment. I kept my head down the entire time, feeling a bit guilty about the mess we’d made of the room.
Minutes later, Abe headed outside, and I followed. I was surprised for a bit when he didn’t immediately head for the parking lot.
“What about the car?” I asked.
He glanced at me over his shoulder. “I told you we only had it for a day, right? It went back yesterday.”
“Then how are we getting to the airport?”
“The same way we arrived, of course.”
It was easy enough to figure out he meant a car would be coming to pick us up. Right on cue, a car stopped in front of the inn, and my eyebrows shot up. Of course, he’d asked for a limo.
The driver jumped out to get our luggage for us, and instead of waiting, Abe stepped forward and pulled the door open, then stood aside and waved for me to go in first. I glanced at him, then at the driver that had come to a stop on the other side of the door, and I slid inside. Abe followed me, and the driver closed the door behind us, then moved to the front.
“We need to be at the airport in a bit over an hour, please let me know if we can't make that time. Other than that, please have the partition up.”
Abe’s voice was smooth and clear. I’d never heard him speak that way before, and for some reason, it made my body shiver.
“Yes, sir,” the driver said readily.
The partition between us and the driver’s seat went up, and Abe leaned back in the seat, throwing an arm around my back, as he stretched his legs out.
“This side of you looks sexier than I thought it would,” I mused to myself.
Abe arched an eyebrow, then let loose a chuckle. “I’m sorry, what?”
I shrugged. “I always imagined what it would be like, to watch you acting like the big boss that you are. I read quite a bit, actually…”
He curled the edges of his lips up, looking amused. “Oh, really? What kind of things do you read? Don’t tell me the same romance stories from before.”
I pursed my lips. “I do read more than just romance stories, you know.” I paused. “But you’re right. There were plenty of stories like those with really awesome titles, about big, bad, and handsome CEOs having all sorts of fun at the office.”
Quite a few times, I’d had fantasies and dreams of Abe fucking me in his office, but they’d only made me cry before. I was letting myself be crazy for a bit at the moment, so remembering those fantasies made my body—and face—feel hot. I wouldn’t tell him any of that, though. It was more information than he really needed.
“Tell me more about these books of yours.”
I raised my eyebrows at him, already guessing what was on his mind. Then I grinned and leaned closer. I figured, since I’d already given in once, there was no reason to keep holding back.
“Why don’t I just show you instead?” I asked huskily, turning around so I pressed close to his side and licked his earlobe. “We’ve got about an hour in here, after all.”
Abe didn’t even try to put up a front, immediately wrapping me in his arms and taking my lips in a long, wet kiss, stealing my breath. I patted his chest to get him to ease up a bit so I could breath, and he did pull back for like a second, just long enough for me to drag in a breath, then his lips were on me again. I wrapped my hands around his neck, sliding my fingers into his hair and clenching it hard, tugging on it so he would give me more room. He pulled back reluctantly with a growl, allowing me to pull in gasps of breath.
Abe wasn’t deterred, his lips moving to the side of my face, kissing from my temple and down to my cheek, then down the side of my neck.
“I really love your dress today,” he growled, then nipped my skin.
All I could do was gasp and hold on. One of his arms stayed wrapped around me, but he brought his other hand to my leg. I was in one of my short dresses, and he slipped his hand between my thighs, sliding slowly up the inside of my thigh, making me moan and shiver and squirm against him. He didn’t do more than that, though, his lips moving from my neck to my chest and down my cleavage.
“Don’t toy with me, Abe,” I growled at him, tugging sharply on his hair.
He just laughed playfully, dragging his nails on the inside of my thigh. My whole body shuddered and I clutched myself closer to him.
“Who’s toying with you,” Abe said innocently, looking up at me with wide eyes. It was ruined, though, because he had his face buried in my chest. “You haven’t given me much detail about your books, and you promised to show me something.”
“How could I show you anything when you’re doing this to me?” I complained, squirming.
He gave me an unapologetic look, and I scowled at him. In the next moment, though, a grin spread across my face. It was enough to get him to pause his movements as he looked up at me with his eyebrows arched.
I moved one of my hands to his chest, beneath his coat, and felt his body go tense. He didn’t move, or try to stop me, as I slid that hand down his front, past his abs to his crotch. I pressed my hand down carefully, petting him playfully through his pants, and I could feel his cock fill up beneath my hand. Abe’s expression grew strained, and it was my turn to give him an innocent look.
“Brooklyn,” he growled.
“What, Abe?” I whispered back, sliding my cheek against his to nibble on his earlobe. “This isn’t toying arou
nd either, right?”
He made a rough sound in the back of his throat, his hand pulling out from between my thighs as the arm around me pulled me closer. He dislodged my hand from his crotched, and he slanted his lips across from mine as I climbed his lap and he undid his belt.
“We’ve barely got an hour,” he said roughly, pulling me into his lap.
“So, make it count,” I challenged.
His hands bunched my dress up to my hips, then tugged at my panties. There was no way to take them off without him releasing me, but he didn’t even bother with that, moving the crotch of my panties to the side, then sliding a finger inside me. I winced a little, because I wasn’t wet enough yet, but as his thumb rubbed on my clit and another finger slid inside me, it started to feel good. Then he pulled the hand away, and I felt his wet fingers on my lips. My eyes fluttered open, and I wondered when I’d even close them, to meet Abe’s eyes. The color had shifted to a dark green, a look I only saw in his eyes when he was aroused, and I obediently opened my mouth for him to sink his fingers inside. I licked and sucked his fingers, tasting myself on him.
I reached a hand underneath me to unzip his pants, wrap my fingers around his cock, and stroke him a little. Then I lowered my hips until the head of his cock touched my sex. I circled my hips, rubbing his cock against my clit, before positioning him at my entrance and sliding down.
“Fuck!”
Abe’s one arm around my waist tightened, and I was sure I would have bruises later. I relished the though, taking in a shaky breath as I started to move, completely losing the playful edge as I fucked myself on his cock. I liked the thought that there would be marks left on me later, and I decided it would only be fair if he got the same, leaning forward to press a kiss to his neck, then bit down and sucked.
“Damn, Brooklyn,” Abe groaned, both his hands moving to hold onto my waist.
I growled against his neck, pulling back just long enough to speak.
“Stop talking and fuck me already.”
Abe gave a strained laugh, one that cut off quickly as I squeezed my walls around him, a curse spilling from his lips. His hands flexed on my hips, then held me still as he moved his hips, fucking me from underneath. I wrapped my arms around his neck to muffle the sounds coming out of my mouth as I rocked against him. Abe pressed kisses all over the side of my face, my neck, and to my shoulder over my dress’s strap.