Just as Able’s back hit his mattress, his phone sounded off beside him on the nightstand. Well, technically, it wasn’t a nightstand. It was actually an old wooden milk crate but he had liked it when he spotted it beside a dumpster, out in back of his building, so, there it sat.
Most of his million dollar penthouse, was furnished, in much the same, way. He wasn’t into all that expensive bullshit that most celebs were into. Hell, he’d still be living in that little studio apartment downtown, if the fans hadn’t found out his address, and then swat teamed the building. It was the studio's choice to put him up in the, way too flashy but very secure place, that he was crashing in now.
He missed his old run down digs. So, he tried like hell, to make this new place, feel like home. Which pretty much just meant, that he had painted abstract scribbles all over the walls, and that all his furniture had came out of someone else's trash or from the flea market he liked to frequent in the artsy part of town. It wasn’t flashy, but neither was he.
Able reached for the phone, hoping it wasn’t Cole. He hadn't, exactly, been avoiding him for the past month, but then again, he kind of had been. He felt like an asshole, because of it, but he just wasn't ready to talk to his old friend, not like they used to, anyway. Every time Cole messaged or called it was like pouring salt in Able’s wounds. All it did was bring up thoughts of Penny, and of how everything, had gone so very wrong in the end. It wasn't fair to his friend, but neither was the way Cole had went about it, all. Able understood why he did it, but it still wasn't sitting well with him. Neither was the loss of Penny. He was still reeling from that. He hadn’t thought that it would linger, but every day, he found himself still thinking about her. He still missed her voice, her smile, and the way she made him feel when she was near.
He found himself thinking about their night together, over and over again, playing and replaying it back in his head. He could still hear her crying out for him, still feel her nails on his back, and her hot breath on his neck. He hated that part, hated being haunted by it, by her. Most of all, though, he hated the guilt he felt over it. She was Cole's girl, end of story or at least it should have been.
As his thumb slid across the screen, bringing his phone to life, his eyes went wide. It was her. Fuck.
He had thought about calling her a million times. Had written message after message that he never sent. It had taken, every shred of self-control that he had, not to contact her, but now, with her message starring him in the face, he lost all resolve to keep his distance. All thoughts of his best friend, and how wrong it would be, went out the window as he quickly texted her back with trembling fingers.
"Hey,"
He eyed the text before hitting send. It looked stupid to him, but what else was he really supposed to say? He wasn't sure why she was messaging him, he thought it best to test the waters, keep it simple, friendly, and easy. Cole couldn't get pissed over him just being friendly to Penny, could he?
Penny’s heart skipped a beat as her phone informed her, that she had gotten a message, in return. She nibbled her lip, her nails clicking her phone’s screen.
"Sorry for getting at you, so late…, at all really. I know what we said, the last time we spoke, but I don’t know, I just couldn't help it. I hope I'm not bothering you."
"Not at all, I was actually gonna text you like a zillion times, but I didn't think you wanted that. How have you been?"
"I've been..... shitty, really shitty, actually. The truth is, I haven't stopped thinking about you, since that night.”
Penny let out a nervous sound as she hit send. She knew, she shouldn’t have come out with it like that, but she couldn’t help herself, it was the truth. She waited, with held breath for his reply, thinking it would be something along the lines of ‘stalker, please lose my number’ but she was, pleasantly surprised, when she read his message, a second later.
"That makes two of us."
"I hate that it's like this. I never thought it would turn out the way it did."
"Me either, it's so fucked up."
“Do you hate me?"
"Never! Do you hate me?"
"No, far from it. I just don’t know what to do about it now.”
“I really wish that we could have found a way to make it work.”
"Maybe we still can…"
Penny’s heart raced, as she waited for Able’s reply. She knew that she shouldn't have said that. Nothing but bad could come of it. If anything, it would just be, even worse, when all was said and done. It was too late to take it back now, though.
Able read Penny’s message, three separate times. This was fire, one that, was sure to get him burned in the end. She was gasoline, matches, and oxygen, all in one. She was a disaster, just waiting to happen. He should snuff it out, now before it became a inferno and managed to burn down his entire world or more like, a friendship. Something inside him, though, wouldn’t allow Able to put out her flame, not yet, anyway.
“You’re such an asshole!” Able cursed himself.
He was a terrible friend. This was wrong, on so many levels but it felt so right, at the very same time. For the first time in weeks, he felt something, which, was so much better than the numbness that had taken him over, ever since, he had left out of Cali.
"How?" He finally dared to text back.
"I know that we can’t really be together, but why can't we still enjoy each other, for what it's worth?”
Penny read over her text, hoping she didn’t sound too forward, to wanting, or easy but damn, was she all of those things for him.
If sex was all she could have of him, then so be it. She was gonna live for once. Cole had enjoyed, more than his fair share, of the flesh. People did it every day, friends with benefits was a thing. She wasn't up for one night stands with strangers but Able wasn't a stranger. And, she definitely wanted more than just one night with him.
It wouldn't be a forever kind of thing, it would just be until they grew bored of each other, until they got their fill, of one another. Maybe if she could have him, just a few more times, she would get over this lusting thing, this mind-numbing need to have him near. Maybe she would stop thinking about him, day and night. She doubted it, but it was worth a shot.
Able bit down hard, on his lip. Dear Lord, she was trying to kill him. Trying to get him killed, was more like it. This game, she was playing at, was a dangerous one. Able needed to end this, ‘get your face smashed in’, chat they were having. He needed to tell her to leave him alone and never text again. A smart man would, a good friend would, a man who liked his heart and didn't feel the need to run it through a blender, would. At this moment though, he was none of those things.
The thought of having Penny back in his arms again was all Able could think about. He didn’t have the ability to weigh the options rationally when it came to her. She took up way too much space in his head for him to be able to think of anything, but, his need for her.
"You mean like… keeping it on the down low? Just hooking up, no dates, no relationship, just fun?” Able texted back, a sneaky hope, pushing him forward.
“Exactly, no promises, no stress, no ties to each other. Just a good time."
"No one can know; we’d have to sneak around. I wouldn't want the press, getting a hold of you."
Really, Able just didn't want Cole getting a hold of the situation. He couldn't even believe he was entertaining the idea, much less, strongly considering it. It was so bad of him, so fucking wrong, on so many levels, yet, it kind of felt right, at the same time. He couldn't deny, the guilty little thrill, of the secret.
What the hell was wrong with him? This wasn't who he was. He didn't go around fucking his friends’ girls, never had. Hell, he looked down on that kind of shit, always had. Part of him, though, was playing Devil's advocate, and that part, was making more and more sense, the longer that he listened to it.
Truthfully, she wasn't Cole's girl, not anymore. She had made that more than clear to Cole, but he just refused to accept it. Sure, P
enny and he still hooked up, every now and again, but who cares? It wasn't like she and Able were gonna be in a relationship. No one would be cheating on anyone. It was just three single people, two of which, just happen to share the same woman. Simple. Cole and he had had more than their fair share of threesomes, over the years. Banged out the same girl, more times than Able could count on his fingers and toes. It was pretty much the same thing, right? Of course, there was never a back story like this one, never feelings involved, and a history, but still.
Besides, fuck Cole, right? He, had been a sneaky little fuck, lately. He had lied to Able, or at least, kept the truth to himself for just a little too long, and when he finally did come clean, he did it in an underhanded, dick head, kind of way. Setting up Able at the club, what kind of shit was that for a friend to pull?
It wasn't fair that Cole was gonna get Penny all to himself, just because he had met her first. Able rolled his eyes, knowing he was just grasping at straws to justify something that shouldn't be. He knew, he shouldn't do this, but he wanted to. He wanted Penny in his life again, however, he could have her.
He was so lost to her. He needed to get her out of his system. If they hooked up, a few more times, he was sure the, new, would wear off. Then they could tire of, one another, and finally move on, for real, this time. It was the, can't have, factor that was killing them. You always want what you’re not allowed to have and that was the case here, nothing more.
So, if he and Penny just gave in to their desires, it would stop being such a want. Able didn't really believe that either, though. Honestly, he felt that he might, never, be sick of her, but it was worth a try, and it was enough of a bull shit reason to convince him, that he was doing what was best.
Another message, sent from Penny, had him chewing his cheek.
"No one can know, just you and me. Are you game?"
"Oh fuck yeah, I’m game!"
He hadn’t even hit send, yet, he knew he would regret it in the end. That didn’t stop him, though. It appeared nothing could at this point, not even the loss of a friendship or the threat of death.
And so, the torrid love affair, began, again. Late night chats turned into daytime texts. They kept it light, kept it playful. Neither spoke of what had happened or about how it could only end badly. They flirted, chatted about their days and bitched about life stresses. They sent pictures, lots, and lots of pictures. Some were naughty, some funny, and some were of places and things. They whispered in the night, about all the things they wanted to do to one another’s bodies. It was fun, it was different, it was exciting.
The days turned into weeks and they continued on. Message after message, day after day, they smirked down at their phones. It was a guilty little pleasure, they both found, completely addictive. Conversations got longer, texts got deeper. Questions were
answered and lives were shared.
They had set out, not wanting to get attached, but they both failed miserably in their goal. None of it seemed real, though. It was all make believe, all a fantasy, so long as nobody knew, so long as nobody found them out. They lived in their own little world where all threat of being hurt, fell at the way side.
Penny’s heart was racing and her palms were sweaty as she stepped out of the hotel's elevator. The place was way nicer than anywhere she had ever stayed before, that was for damn sure.
Her morning had started with a text from Able. It turned out, that he had flown into town the night before.
Needless to say, it was a bit of a surprise, one, that had her more nervous than she cared to admit. It was one thing to talk about it, to text, and message about it, but now that the time was here, she wasn't sure how she was gonna handle it. She tried to tell herself, just to play it cool, that this was just a hookup. She just had to keep her heart on lockdown, during Able’s stay. She knew, that she certainly should be capable of it, after all, she had been doing it with Cole, for years now.
She stood, shifting her weight from foot to foot, in front of a door marked, 269 . His room. Her fingers trembled as she gripped them into a fist, her hand rising to knock, but before her knuckles could even make contact with the door, it swung open fast, making her gasp out in shock.
It all happened so fast. A flash of blue eyes scanning her body, a flash of Able’s hand, reaching out to grip the back of her neck, the flash of his lips heading straight for hers. She was inside the room before she could even blink twice. Her back against the wall, then not. His hands ripped at her clothes, so hard, that it hurt. His lips hammered hers, his tongue forcing its way inside her mouth. She didn't know what she was doing with her hands and had no clue, where her feet would land as Able tugged her, here and then there.
She tried to mumble out ‘wait’ but all she got back was
a ‘shut up, no talking’ before he went back to his violent assault. Able had never felt so wild. So many things had hit him, the moment he laid eyes on Penny. Want, need, guilt, lust, missing, caring, and something, that he, absolutely, refused to take note of. He feared if he didn't act fast, that he wouldn't at all.
This, wasn't right. Seeing her, here, and now, he knew that. He knew, that he should send her away, immediately. Stop the texting, stop the calling, and the picture sending, altogether. Definitely stop the picture sending, dear lord, the woman could work a selfie like nobody’s business. The little tease.
He should, call Cole, go hang out with his friend, not fuck his friend's girl… again, but he couldn't make himself do it.
She was right here, looking even better than he remembered. His heart had lurched out of his chest the second he opened the door to find her standing there. Her lips, were his crack cocaine and he needed just one more hit, just one more, then he would kick her for good.
He needed her skin, needed it bare, pressed up against his own. He knew he was being rough, as he tried to remove her annoying garments, but he couldn’t help himself. He was being, just as rough with himself, as he ripped his shirt over his head. He wanted to feel her skin on his, her breasts against his chest. Crushing her into his arms, he held her firmly to him.
Penny was trying to push him away, but not very hard, no force was behind her gentle shoves. She had tried to speak the words, that would stop all this, but he didn't want to hear them. He needed her to shut up, to not pop the thin little bubble they were in. If she spoke, if he spoke, they might say something they couldn't take back. They might mention, how much they missed one another. He couldn't let any of that happen. They had a deal, and he meant, to make her stick with it .
God, she tasted good, like everything he wasn't supposed to have. She tasted like sin and he hated that he loved its flavor, as much, as he did. He never wanted to taste anything else, ever again. She felt like a crime, a crime committed against a friend. Her body fit against his so perfectly, though. How was he supposed to push her away?
Penny’s feet, were off the floor as her back hit the bed with a, not so gentle, bounce. Able’s body was on her, faster than a snake’s bite.
He didn't kiss that spot on her neck, the one that always made her gush. No kisses where trailed down her body, and at no point, did his tongue slide across her folds. He didn't slip his fingers inside her core, didn't rub her clit gently, or whisper soft nothings into her ear. He did nothing to prepare her for him. Instead, he ripped his belt buckle open, then tugged his zipper down, before retrieving his heavy cock in hand.
Not that Penny could pay any attention to what was happening down below. She was way too busy getting lost in his soul-shattering kiss. He gripped her hair, forcing her to stay in the kiss as she felt a pressure between her thighs, then a sharp intrusion that had her crying out, into his mouth. In one hard thrust, he filled her full, too damn full, and too damn deep, to be exact. Her body went tight, every muscle flexed as pain rippled through her insides. Her hands instantly tried to force his hips back but he wouldn't have it. He grabbed them up fast, pulling them above her head. With his free hand, Able gripped her ass, pulling her up off the
mattress, just enough, so he could ram, just a few more inches of his cock, deep inside her resisting core.
"Owe fuck, shit, that hurts!" She finally formed the words
to hiss into his lips.
Able pulled back, just enough to lock eyes with her. He found that her hazel’s were filled with too many emotions for him to bare. He couldn't look at her, not with, that, look in her eyes, so instead, he dipped his head, sucking in her rock hard nipple. He steady pumped her pussy, flexing his hips as he listened to her whimpers and moans, all the while, throwing in grunts and growls of his own. He could feel her body trying to accommodate his. Her pussy was trying to flood itself.
He should have let her ease into it but that wasn't an option. He needed her to take him, and take him, now. Hard and fast, she was going to have to adapt.
"Wait, please," she panted out, twisting under his body.
"No, this is what you wanted, you did this!" He hissed the words as he continued to force his cock in and out of her.
Never before had he felt so, in touch, with that God-awful character, he had played in the Hills movie. Colt Reed. That was really saying something too because he had won an an Oscar for that fucked up role. Colt didn’t take no for an answer and neither could Able, anymore.
Releasing her hands from above her head, he used his own, to force apart her thighs. His kisses were sloppy, too wet, too hard. He was being so fucking lewd. If she wasn't so damn willing this would have been all the actions of a rapist, forcing his victim to take him, however, he saw fit. Not once had she said no, though. All his guilt over this, over lying to Cole, and allowing himself to indulged in Penny’s body, was making him angry, making his body punish hers for tempting him. He was punishing her for making him want her, making him need her more than air. Fuck air, it didn't hold a candle to the feel of her pussy sucking off his cock. She was wet now, she was taking him, telling him she wanted this, or at least, her cunt did. She was gasping, clawing, pulling him into her.
The energy in the room was dark and heavy. It set in Penny’s lungs, forcing her to gasp for breath. Her pussy felt battered, felt used, and abused as he pounded into her, so hard, that her entire body was jerking up and down with every thrust of his hips.
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