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