It also didn’t help that the covers were pulled down on the left side of her body, exposing her left breast.
Her tits were always amazing.
And her tit showing left me licking my lips.
I thirsted for her.
Her nipples were small and round, always gently plump looking.
I stared forward and groaned as I pulled the covers up to cover her body.
That got her attention and when she opened her eyes and looked at me, she grabbed the covers.
“Reed. What the hell are you doing?”
I leaned toward her. “Covering your tits, honey.”
She swallowed hard. “I’m in your bed.”
“Yeah, you are.”
She shut her eyes for a second. “I need a shower.”
“I can arrange that,” I said. “First, let’s get some coffee and food.”
“After I shower.”
“No. We eat first. Then we shower.”
“We…” She shook her head. “Reed, I’m kind of a mess under here.”
“Sheets are stuck to you?” I asked with a grin.
Her cheeks turned red. “Very funny. I’m not drunk anymore, so the stupid charm isn’t going to do a thing. Please don’t ruin last night for me.”
“I don’t think that’s possible,” I said. “You can’t take it back, Abby. You can scrub my cum off your belly all you want, but we both know the memory is there. One thought of my dick and your pussy will be throbbing, nice and wet…”
I slipped my left hand under the covers and touched her hip.
Abby threw an elbow to knock me away.
The covers fell down her chest and she gasped, hurrying to cover herself up.
She turned and sat up, leaving me to see her naked backside. Her shoulder blades… her back… the curve of her ass… sitting on the edge of my bed.
“Yeah, I think I need to eat something,” she said.
“I know, honey,” I said. “When you drink and fuck like that, you always need coffee and grease the next morning. Then you shower. And then you feel ready to go.”
Abby looked back at me. “Don’t talk about me like that, Reed. Just because you cut out a small part of my past, don’t act like it’s real right now.”
I showed my hands. “Just trying to be a good host.”
“Do you do that for all your whores?”
“Depends on the whore,” I said. “Sometimes they get a pat on the ass and go home right away. Sometimes I have Neils cook something quick and then kick them out.”
“Oh, I see. So I’m getting the pity breakfast then?”
“No, you’re getting the pity shower,” I said. “Then you can get the fuck out of here.”
“What an asshole,” Abby said.
I threw the covers off my body and stood up.
I caught Abby marveling at my cock.
Not that I could blame her.
Even soft, I had quite the show to offer.
I stretched and groaned.
“Are you going to put that thing away?” Abby yelled.
I looked down at my dick and smiled. “I know somewhere I can hide him for a little bit…”
Abby sighed. “Can I have some privacy?”
“For what?” I asked.
“I have to pee,” she said. “And I have to get dressed.”
“Don’t do that,” I said. “Throw on one of my shirts and get something to eat. Then you can shower. Plus, I think your clothes are in the hallway…”
Abby’s face turned red again. “Oh.”
I laughed and found my jeans on the bedroom floor.
I stepped into them and walked to Abby.
I leaned down and kissed the top of her head.
She put her hand to my stomach and pushed me away.
I took the hint and left the bedroom.
I gathered up her clothes from the floor and took them to the bedroom door and dropped them back to the floor.
As I turned, I realized I was torn in half.
One half of me didn’t mind Abby hanging around right now. She knew me. She could handle me. We could go back and forth and not have to worry about hurting each other.
The other half… wanted her out of my fucking house and life right now. Wanted her to finish her vocals on the new song, take her paycheck, and then fuck off for good. It wanted me to drive her somewhere a few hours away and drop her ass off on the side of the road again.
And with that…
The war inside my heart and cock had officially began.
* * *
Neils slid me a coffee.
“Thanks, my man,” I said.
“Anytime,” he said. “What’s today look like for Reed?”
I laughed. “The usual.”
“Booze, drugs, and pussy?” Neils asked.
“As opposed to what?” I asked with a wink.
“Damn, man,” Neils said. “That’s good stuff. You know, there’s a little bit of a rock star vibe to the cooking world. Not many people think about it or realize it though. I have some stories that would…”
Neils stopped himself as Abby appeared.
I laughed.
“You don’t have to stop talking because of her,” I said.
“What happened?” Abby asked.
“Neils, you remember Abby, right?”
“Yes, I do,” Neils said. “She had one of my smoothies.”
“Which tasted gross,” Abby said.
“But it worked,” Neils said.
“That it did,” Abby said.
“Neils was just telling me all the women he fucked while partying like a rock star chef,” I said.
“Christ, Reed,” Neils said. “Do you have to say it like that?”
“What?” I asked.
“Don’t worry,” Abby said. “I know he’s an asshole and embellishes everything.”
Neils laughed. “She talks. Interesting.”
“Why is that interesting?” Abby asked.
“No reason,” I said.
“Oh, no, there’s good reason,” Neils said.
I pointed to Neils. “I’ll fire you.”
“I want to know,” Abby said.
“He’s being a dick,” I said to Abby. “He’s jealous because I get all the hot chicks.”
“Hot chicks,” Abby said. “Am I a hot chick?”
“You’re just Abby,” I said.
“Fuck you, Reed,” Abby yelled.
“Whoa,” Neils said. “From my point of view, you’re a hot chick.”
“Watch yourself, Neils,” I warned.
“Thank you, Neils,” Abby said.
Neils looked at me.
I saw the grin on his face.
It was pretty damn obvious that Abby and I knew each other.
Fine. So what.
Neils made a giant platter of fresh eggs, pancakes, and some kind of potato thing that made no sense to be a breakfast food, but always tasted good when mixed with the egg yolks.
After cooking, Neils gave a stupid wave like he always did.
Abby clapped her hands together.
They both laughed.
For a second it looked like they were flirting.
I curled my lip.
“Thanks for the food,” I said to Neils. “You can do your thing.”
“You don’t need me to make up a reason why she has to leave?” Neils offered as he pointed to Abby.
“No,” I said.
“Maybe I’ll see you again,” he said to Abby.
He left the kitchen and I caught Abby staring at me.
“I’m going to fire him,” I said.
“No, you’re not,” she said. “And what kind of excuses do you have your personal chef tell your whores?”
“Rock star stuff,” I said.
“Like?”
“That I have to go to the studio,” I said. “Or… I don’t know… whatever.”
“Wow,” Abby said.
“Let it go, honey,” I said.
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p; We finished eating and I walked away from the counter.
The welcome was wearing itself out.
“Where are you going?” Abby asked.
“To the studio,” I said.
“Is that my cue to leave?”
“I have a studio out back,” I said. “That’s not a lie.”
“You do?” Abby asked. “That’s cool, Reed. I mean, to be honest, yeah this place is a fucking mansion, but it’s not over the top.”
I raised my eyebrow and looked at her again. “If you want over the top, then go check out Jay’s place. I wanted a little peace so I grabbed this place. Had it redone and then turned the guest house into a studio. Want a tour?”
“I want a shower,” Abby said. “No offense. But I just need to…”
“You need to wash the night off, huh?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“You know where the bedroom and the bathroom is, honey,” I said.
“Yeah, I do,” Abby said.
She looked down at her coffee mug.
Then back at me.
But only for a second.
Then she jumped up and walked away.
I nodded.
I knew that look.
Abby was fucking horny again.
* * *
I lifted Abby’s right leg into the air so I could fuck her harder.
She was almost sideways against the water, her hands flat against the stone wall, her head back, the shower water blasting against her tits as they bounced while I fucked her.
She let out groan after groan and I couldn’t get enough of the sound.
That along with the sound of my wet body slamming against her wet body.
I squeezed her inner thigh a little too hard and she jumped forward.
She let out an ah-ha type of laugh and groan.
I let her go and she put her foot down but her knees buckled.
Her nails scratched against the wall as she looked back at me.
“Oh, fuck, honey, you’re starting to come,” I said.
She nodded.
I grabbed her hips and spun her around, putting her back against the stone wall.
I put my hand between her legs and felt the warm, throbbing gush against my palm.
Her knees bent again.
I grabbed her ass with my left hand and slid my right fingers down her clit.
She jerked her hips and cried out.
I thrust two fingers into her sweet pussy and moved as fast as I could.
Abby grabbed my forearm but didn’t stop me.
Her hands hit the wall again, then hit me. Then hit the wall. Then hit me.
Back and forth, her tits jumping all around, her body bouncing, her sweet honey pouring out of her slit.
I finally stopped, leaving her hips rocking so I could watch her for a second.
Then she nestled my cock between her thighs and gently rubbed it against her slit.
She jumped up and clawed at the back of my arms.
“Come here, honey,” I said.
My shower was fucking huge.
I backed us up out of the water but not too far though. I didn’t want anyone to get cold.
I pulled her down to the floor.
I sat first and I positioned her right over me.
Abby looked at me, gasping for a breath.
“Now it’s your turn, honey,” I said. “Make me come.”
She bit her lip and grabbed my shoulders.
My cock was standing tall and hard. No need to touch it to guide it.
It knew right where it wanted to be.
Abby lowered herself down on top of me.
As her pussy overtook the head of my cock, I sucked in a breath.
There was a sudden jolt in my balls to blow my load but I had to hold that back.
She made it halfway down my shaft before stopping. She put her head back and let out a groan.
Her body pulsed against me.
I slapped my hands to her ass and gripped tight.
I pulled at her and she let out a loud cry.
“Let’s go, honey,” I said. “Time to fuck this rock star.”
She looked at me again and had rage in her eyes.
Beautiful rage.
She inched toward me but didn’t kiss me.
She arched her back and ass just the right way.
Then she began to fuck me.
Taking my rock star cock over and over.
I let her handle it herself for a little bit.
She was goddamn good.
Just like I remembered.
I lifted myself up and started to match her thrusts.
It took only ten fucking pumps before her nails dug deeper into my skin.
My hands ran up her back and I pulled her closer to me.
My mouth craved her tits.
I took my time suckling each breast.
I brought my hands around to her chest and pressed her tits together.
Abby slammed down on my cock and held there as she cried out…
She was coming again.
And me… there was no controlling it now.
I buried my face into her tits as my cock buried itself into her pussy.
Abby and I came at the same time, as I held her close.
She rocked her hips against me.
I kissed up her chest and she looked down at me.
Our lips brushed together a few times, flirting for another kiss.
Abby then pulled away.
She quickly stood up, taking her beautiful body away from me.
She stepped into the shower water and I just sat there on the floor of my shower, staring at her ass. At her back. At her hair.
Then I looked down at my dick.
It was still throbbing.
Still leaking.
I shook my head.
What the fuck am I doing to myself here?
* * *
I met Abby at the bedroom door.
She was in the same jeans from last night. Her shirt though, was mine.
And fuck did she know how to wear it.
The shirt was oversized so she tied the bottom into a knot just off to her side.
It fit her so goddamn well.
The neck was wider than she was used to, so she pulled it to one side.
“So, what’s next?” Abby asked.
“You go home,” I said with a wink.
“Funny. I mean with the song.”
“What about it?”
“How is this going work?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I don’t really care. I know my place in everything.”
“Oh, so I have to have a place then?”
“Everyone has a place, honey,” I said. “Want to see the recording studio?”
“Sure,” she said.
There was a calmness between Abby and I.
I hadn’t experienced anything like that in a long time.
See what happens after some great sex? Everyone is calm. That’s what the world needs. A good fuck.
We walked down the hallway and kept apart.
No need to have any signals get crossed.
I wasn’t going to touch her back or her hand.
If anything, I wanted to grab her ass.
I wanted to strip her out of her jeans and push her up against the wall and fuck her again.
I walked her across the property to the recording studio.
I paused.
“What?” she asked.
“I don’t do this. This place is sacred to me.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning this is a big deal.”
“Meaning?”
“I don’t just let anyone in here, Abby.”
“Meaning?” she asked for the third time.
“Meaning I don’t know. I just wanted to tell you that.”
“You know what you could tell me, Reed?”
“What?”
“Why did you leave me on the side of the road that night?”
The question was like a knife to my gut.
I stepped back and curled my lip. “You really want to go there now?”
“Why not?”
“You really think you’re some victim in everything, don’t you?”
“It’s going to come up at some point, Reed. So let’s just face it.”
“Face what?” I asked.
“You threw me out of the tour bus and left me,” she said. “I had basically nothing. You have no idea what my life has been like… and is like right now… and you don’t want to talk about that?”
“Not really.”
“Well I do. I want to know the truth, Reed. What was it? You just got bored with me? You were done fucking me so you tossed me aside?”
“Don’t do that, honey,” I said. “You’re going to lose this battle.”
“The fuck I am,” she said. “You have no idea what I’ve been through.”
“I don’t really care,” I said. “You got a gig. You got a side gig with my band. And you got yourself some good cock last night and this morning. Call it even.”
“Fuck you,” Abby said. “Call it even? You’re a piece of shit, Reed.”
“And you just figured that out?” I asked with a laugh. “What the fuck did you think this was here, Abby? We were going to fuck like crazy and then talk about the past and… what? Write a hit song together? Is it always about money to you?”
“Have you ever struggled once, Reed?”
“Oh, fuck that,” I said. “You know what the band has been through.”
“Been through?” Abby yelled. “Here’s what I know… while I was scrubbing fucking vomit off the floor at a dive bar, you were making millions. While I was singing at one in the morning to a bunch of drunks who would never remember me, you were making millions. Every time I turned on the radio, I heard one of your songs. Watching guys enjoy your music. Seeing drunk women singing your songs. Hearing them talking about wanting to fuck the band. Are you kidding me?”
“Did you get their names?” I asked.
“What?”
“You said there were women who wanted to fuck the band,” I said. “Did you get their names?”
“Fuck. You.”
“What? They’d appreciate what I have to offer. But not you, right? Nothing is ever good enough for Abby. I’m surprised you didn’t latch onto someone else yet.”
Her face turned bright red.
And here it was… typical Reed and Abby.
Fucking one minute, fighting the next.
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