and that’s all it takes for me to push forward and drive through the center of her.
“Ahh,” she cries out, grabbing the pillow above her head and covering her face to muffle her cries from pleasure.
I slide out of her completely, wanting to feel the same sensation again, and her reaction is the same, a muffled cry as her body pushes against me, urging me deeper. I do it again, and again, until I’m no longer able to leave the warmth of her pussy, the sweet tightness and the way it hugs my cock. My hands grip at her legs, pulling her into me with every thrust and eventually, she pushes her own body up, sitting on the end of the bed while I push my dick in and out so hard that I’m afraid I won’t last more than a few seconds.
That, however, is not Abby’s plan. Now sitting before me, she pushes me back until I’m on the floor and she crawls on top of me, lowering herself on my throbbing cock and riding me cautiously, her hands pressed against my chest to pin me down while she controls every single sensation I’m allowed to feel.
My hands reach up to touch her, but she stops them as her hips rock, pinning them to my sides as she leans over me and rolls her hips in the most intoxicating motion, her body sliding down mine and taking all of me before almost letting me leave her completely.
Her hair has fallen all around us, hiding us from the outside world while our bodies take what they want from each other. My hands beg to touch her, and I fight against her willingly until she relents and lets me run my palms along her breasts and back, cupping her ass and pushing her into me hard until she pulses and squeezes around me.
I push myself up with one hand so we’re both sitting while she rocks her hips against me and I penetrate her again and again, filling her completely, until she leans back and bites her knuckles in a breathy cry of pleasure. I pull her body into me, close enough to bite at her neck and quiet my own sounds as I come hard, throbbing with every wave of pleasure.
She falls against my chest, her hair damp with sweat, my body beading with moisture, every bit of me sticking to every part of her, and she stays just like this, with me inside, for long minutes until soft laughter brings her eyes to mine.
“I cannot believe I finally let Tory D’Angelo have me,” she jokes, referring to every single time I’ve hit on her without expectation that this—that us—could ever be real.
“You’ve always had me. Only seems fair,” I say, my response not as funny as she expects.
Her amused smile shifts to something else entirely. I don’t think she was expecting such honesty from me, or such adoration, and frankly, I’m a little surprised to have said it. But it’s true. Every word of it. Also, there is no way I’m giving her up to spare my brother’s feelings. He can have the fucking basketball academy. I want the queen.
18
Abby
I knew what I was doing when I left my house and drove to the D’Angelo’s after Hayden dropped me off. I knew he wouldn’t be home. How could he go home? Too great a chance that Tory would be there.
And Tory would be there, eventually.
I sat in my car and vacillated between wanting to scream and tell him to leave me alone forever and wanting to wrap my everything around his heart and smother it until it was mine. I seem to have leaned into the latter.
I didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want me to go. Everything about the way he touched me was so different from any touch I had before—from Hayden’s. My heart was different. What we committed was a sin—an indulgence—but it was also what both of our hearts wanted.
It was selfish.
I left in the early morning hours, one final kiss from him as I wrapped myself in one of his T-shirts and an old pair of sweats, and with the shoes I threw at him during my tirade. Even now, as I lay wide awake after only a few hours of sleep, I feel him everywhere—still.
It’s my party at June’s today. I can smell the menudo on the stove downstairs. My grandma always made it for the holidays, so it’s become one of my