She zipped her backpack closed and slung it over her shoulder. Lance stood up from the couch when she walked into the living room. He held out a hand to her. She slapped his hand in a high five, and gave him a cheeky grin. He returned her smile and reached to take the bag off her shoulder. She laughed and spun away before he could get it, and headed for the door.
"Lance and I are leaving. See you later, Megan!"
Megan poked her head out of her bedroom. "Bye, Abs. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"Ha. That covers a lot."
Megan smiled and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "I know. Have fun!"
Once outside, Lance grabbed her hand and walked her to the car. She finally let him take her bag to put in the car when he opened the door for her. Doing those little things seemed so important to him, that she had to give in at least some of the time. She also let him carry her bag inside once they got to his house.
The lights were on and the door was unlocked at Lance's house. Abby looked around, but didn't see anyone in the living room or what she could see of the kitchen on her way to Lance's room.
She took her bag from Lance when they got to his room. "I'm just going to hang up my clothes for tomorrow, okay?"
"Sure. I'm going to go grab a snack. You want anything?" She shook her head, and he gave her a quick kiss before leaving the room. Abby took her time hanging up her clothes and putting her other things in the bathroom. She was stalling, hoping Lance would just come back to his bedroom so she wouldn't have to go out and face one or both of his roommates. She hadn't met them yet and felt awkward that they were meeting for the first time when she was there to spend the night.
After taking as long as possible to arrange her things, she decided she might as well get it over with. It would probably be better to meet his roommates that night rather than the next morning. That seemed like it would be even more awkward. She took a deep breath, steeling herself, and opened the door.
Only to find the living room still empty. She wandered back to the kitchen, where Lance sat at a small cluttered table eating a sandwich. He crammed the last of it into his mouth before looking up and seeing her. He took a swig out of the bottle of beer, then stood up to throw away the paper towel he'd used instead of a plate.
"Are you sure you don't want anything?" he asked once he'd managed to swallow everything.
Abby shook her head. "No, I'm fine."
Leaning against the counter, Lance snagged her by the hand and reeled her in so he could kiss her. She tasted the pleasant sourness of his beer as his tongue invaded her mouth. His hands were roaming her back, sliding down to her ass, and she was starting to melt against his chest.
"Lance, man, you'll never believe—whoops! Sorry, dude."
Abby jerked away and tried to turn around, but Lance's hands on her ass prevented her from getting very far. With a sigh, he dropped another kiss on her mouth and released her. "Abby, this is my roommate Matt. Matt, Abby."
Matt stood in the doorway in a pair of shorts. He was tall and skinny, with messy blonde hair and a tribal tattoo circling his right bicep. He nodded at Abby. "Nice to meet you." Then, quirking an eyebrow he shifted his gaze to Lance. "Company again, Lance?"
Lance just shrugged. "Yup. I invited Abby over again."
Matt's face cleared, understanding taking over. "I see. Well, you kids have a good night. It'd be nice for Chris and me if you kept the groping to the bedroom, though." He walked to the fridge to grab a beer. Abby felt her face grow hot, and it intensified when he grinned and winked at her before leaving the kitchen.
Lance looked at her flaming face and chuckled before pulling her into him again. Her mortification was amusing to everyone but her it seemed.
"Ignore him," Lance reassured her. "He's just jealous. And he's been caught groping people in the kitchen plenty of times." He pitched the last part so that his voice carried into the living room.
"Shut up, man! I want her to have a good impression of me!"
"Too late, dude. She's seen you half naked already. That doesn't make a good impression on anyone!"
Abby couldn't help smiling at the way they talked to each other. Lance moved to the fridge to grab another beer and a soda, before leading her by the hand out of the kitchen.
Matt turned in his seat on the couch, a knowing expression on his face, and lifted his beer in a silent toast to them before turning back to his video game.
Lance set the soda down on his dresser and twisted off the cap of his beer. Abby stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, keenly aware of Lance lounging against the dresser eyeing her. She looked around the room, even though she'd seen it all more than once before. Crossing her arms around her middle, her hand drifted to her mouth, pinching and rolling her lower lip between her fingers.
"Are you nervous, Abby?" Lance's voice was low and husky.
Abby whipped her head around and made contact with Lance's hooded gaze. "Uh, no? Why would you think that?" She cringed at the uncertainty in her voice.
Lance chuckled, setting his beer down and reaching for her. He took her hand and kissed it, placed it on his chest, then kissed her mouth. He reached up and traced his finger along her lower lip. "You always play with this when you're nervous or worried. What I can't figure out is why you would be nervous."
Abby looked over his shoulder, not wanting to make eye contact. She shrugged. "I don't know, it's just … last night felt more natural. Tonight it's planned, and it feels more … something."
Lance bent to move into her field of vision so she would look at him. "Relax, Abby. Nothing's different. It's the same house, the same room, the same us. No pressure, no expectations. I just want to spend time with you. That's all this is. I like you, you like me, and I like having you here."
Abby nodded, and Lance moved in to kiss her again. His tongue swept past her lips, sliding against hers, teasing and tasting. His hands, like earlier, roamed down her back and gripped her ass once again. He pulled her tightly against him, grinding their hips together.
Her hands were trapped between them. She ran them over his chest, feeling the planes of his muscles, gripping the fabric of his t-shirt to pull herself closer.
One of Lance's hands traveled up to her back, sliding under the hem of her tank top, teasing the skin just under the waistband of her shorts. His fingers slid lower, sliding along the top of her ass, while his other hand kneaded her flesh through her clothes.
With a small sound of frustration in the back of his throat, Lance broke off the kiss. He led her the few steps to his bed, sitting down on the edge and positioning her between his legs.
Abby wasn't sure what he was doing. She stopped caring when he raised her shirt and began kissing her stomach, his tongue teasing along the edge of her belly button. Her hands went to his head, threading her fingers through his hair, enjoying the feeling of his mouth against her skin. She felt his hands slide up the backs of her thighs. He gripped her ass briefly before sliding around to the front. He made short work of unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts, pulling back so he could look at her face and watch her reaction.
He didn't immediately push her shorts off her hips like Abby had expected. He left them hanging there, running his hands back around, caressing her waist and hips before finally sliding his hands under the fabric.
He groaned when he encountered bare skin. "Abby, are you wearing underwear?"
She licked her lips and nodded. "A thong." Her husky whisper matched his.
"Can I see?"
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Abby nodded. Lance let out his breath in relief. Before he could tug her shorts off, her hands were there pushing them past her hips. She kicked them to the side when they fell to her feet and stood in front of him in only her little turquoise tank top and a candy pink thong.
"Does the bra match?" He started pushing her top up so he could find out.
Abby chuckled, low and sexy, and shook her head. "No. I didn't know anyone would be seeing my underwear today, so I didn't both
er to match them."
Lance stopped and stared at her. Before he could question why she didn't think he'd see her underwear, she reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it off. His breath caught in his throat, both at the sight of her and the fact that she'd just undressed for him. It seemed that kissing her was the best way to get her to relax.
He ran his hands up her sides so he could cup her breasts over the simple black bra. The satin felt smooth under his palms, but not as silky as her bare skin. "It might not match, but it looks nice enough to me."
Abby made a small sound of pleasure in her throat, whether at his touch or his words, he wasn't sure. Then she smiled. "Your turn."
He didn't understand what she meant at first, but she reached to his sides and started bunching his t-shirt in her hands. Catching on, he released his hold on her and lifted his arms so she could pull his shirt off. Not only did she undress herself, but now she was undressing him. He could get used to this side of Abby. Her nervous uncertainty was cute, but confident and sexy Abby was a huge turn on.
She tossed his t-shirt toward the closet to join the pile of dirty clothes. He stood and undid his belt and the button and fly on his shorts, his eyes never leaving hers. She moved back when he stood, but stepped into him again after he undid his shorts. She ran her hands over his abs and up his pecs, before coming down his sides, her touch light enough that it almost tickled the sensitive skin over his ribs. She pushed his shorts down so that they dropped off his hips, the weight of his keys and the wallet in his pockets making it easy for gravity to do most of the work.
Lance reached behind Abby's head and gently worked loose the elastic holding her hair in a ponytail, tossing it onto the bedside table. She looked cute with the ponytail, but he wanted to be able to run his fingers through her hair and watch it tumble around her face, her lips pink and swollen from his kisses.
He ran his hands through her hair, fluffing it out. She winced when he got caught in a tangle, catching his wrist to stop him and untangle it. He grinned down at her while she unwrapped the hair caught on his fingers. "Sorry."
Once his hand was unstuck, he dove back into her hair, cupping her head and taking her mouth in another kiss. She melted into him. He loved how she did that. Her body went all soft and boneless, and it was even better with his shirt off so he could feel the softness of her breasts pushing against his chest. But what he craved was to feel her skin against his like he had the night before.
He snaked his other hand around her waist, stroking the bare flesh of her ass, then moving higher, caressing the small of her back, the column of her spine, and running a finger under the band of her bra. "Can we take this off?" he murmured against her lips.
He felt her try to move her head, but his hand prevented much movement. "Okay," she breathed into him and fixed her mouth to his once more. With a pinch and a tug, he undid the hooks holding her bra closed. He slid the straps off her shoulders and she slipped her arms out, the cups still trapped over her breasts by the press of her body against his.
Lance broke the kiss and sat down again, letting the bra fall to the floor. Pulling Abby against him once more, he cupped her breasts with his hands and nuzzled the skin between them. He nipped playfully at each breast, soothing the sting with a kiss, enjoying the sound of her sharp intake of breath as he played with her.
He ran his hands down her sides, tracing her curves until he came to her thighs. He urged her forward, and she climbed onto his lap, her hands on his shoulders and one knee next to each of his hips before settling onto his thighs. He dragged her closer, his hands on her hips grinding her down against his cock, only the thin fabric of his boxers and her panties keeping him from feeling her skin where he wanted to the most.
Abby rocked her hips against him. He resisted the urge to just toss her on the bed and bury himself inside her, knowing how much better it would be to draw it out. Wanting to make it good for her as well as for himself.
Instead he lay back, his legs still hanging off the edge of the bed, Abby sprawled full-length on his chest. She sat up, still straddling him, her hands on his chest for balance. He ran his hands all over her torso, and smiled when she threw her head back in obvious enjoyment. She gasped when he leaned up to capture one of her nipples with his mouth, alternately flicking it with his tongue and then sucking. He switched to the other side, and she melted into him again, allowing him to lay back down and bring her with them.
He rolled them both over so he could keep her where he wanted her. He didn't want her to break away and sit up. He wanted to devour her. He wanted to feel her tongue sliding against his, and get her to make those little breathless sounds again when he bit her ear and kissed the delicate skin just below it. He wanted to hear her gasp as he rasped his teeth against the hardened points of her nipples before soothing them with his lips and his tongue. He wanted to taste her everywhere. And he couldn't do that as easily with her on top of him.
He placed her hands over her head, stretching her out full-length, still lying perpendicular on the bed. He cupped her hands around the opposite edge of the bed. "Leave these here, okay?" She nodded and he kissed her again, letting his hands trail down her arms to cup the sides of her breasts once more.
Beginning at her mouth, he worked his way down her body, his hands blazing a trail for his mouth and tongue to follow. He paused at her breasts, lavishing them with attention once again, then her belly button.
She fidgeted when he let his tongue dance in the hollows of her hipbones. "That tickles," she breathed. He smiled against her skin and did it on the other side.
He knelt on the floor next to her feet, where they dangled off the edge of the bed. He ran his hands up her inner thighs, spreading them slightly. He let the backs of his fingers caress her sex, feeling dampness through the fabric of her thong. He hooked his fingers in the waistband, dragging it down her legs inch by inch, the gusset coming away last, giving way to his gentle but insistent pull. Now she was completely bare to him for the first time.
Lance ran his hands up her inner thighs once more, spreading her legs further, making room for him between them. He gripped her hips and pulled her closer to him. He nuzzled the soft skin at the juncture where her thighs met her torso until she squirmed. He dropped light kisses on each thigh before thumbing her open and getting the taste he'd been wanting since she wore his Superman t-shirt that first night.
He licked her slowly at first, dragging his tongue up her slit over and over, gauging her arousal by the juices he collected with his mouth. When he began to focus his attention directly on her clit, he felt her shudder in response. He sucked her in and hummed lightly and her hips arched into him.
As he continued, he heard her breath grow faster, shallower. One hand landed on his head, gripping him by the hair, holding him in place. He heard muffled cries as she came. He licked her slowly to draw out her orgasm, but a fierce tug on his hair pulled his head away and stopped him.
Abby gave another gentle tug. "I need you inside me right now." He just smiled and licked her again, and she let out a keening moan in response. He stood up, pushing his boxers down at the same time he tried to reach for the drawer on his bedside table. Trying to do both things at once meant he was doing them one handed, and the waistband of his boxers got hung up on his cock.
He heard a giggle. Then Abby was reaching for him, untangling him and pushing the boxers out of the way. He tore open the packet and quickly rolled the condom on before gathering Abby to him, this time with her head on the pillows. He positioned himself between her legs, and hooked one of her legs over his elbow. He leaned down to kiss her and entered her in one thrust.
His eyes almost rolled back in his head from the pleasure of finally getting inside her. She was so wet and so tight and it felt like heaven. He started slow, grinding into her each time he bottomed out. Abby met him thrust for thrust, her back arching and her hips rocking against him. He gauged his pace from her breathing—as it grew faster, so did he, angling himself just right
to cause her the most pleasure.
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