Page 41 of Road Trip
Chapter Eleven
Abra
“Comeon! It’ll be awesome! We’ll be able to see the lights across the park!” I tugged on his arm, glad to have a reason to be distracting him from the rug rat convo. Really? Kids? And then he’d spaced out. This wasn’t a conversation we should’ve even been having after just a couple of days, and yet, there were a lot of things about us getting involved that could have been a bad idea. But I didn’t want it to be wrong. That should have been a red flag to me, given the circumstances.
“All right, but I know that ride is going to scare the bejeebers out of me, so you better hold my hand.”
“Bejeebers? Seriously? Just say ‘fuck’ once and get it over with!”
He blushed, but I couldn’t handle it anymore. I had to hear him get vulgar for a minute, maybe break the tension a little.
“But I have no reason to say it right now,” he said.
We were walking past the Racers area and through the Insect Carnival, when I got an idea. I pulled him behind a row of extremely tall bamboo and slung my arms around his neck.
“No? What’s it going to take then? Do I need to get you hot?” I murmured. In the growing shadows of the evening, no one could see us. I pressed up against him and started kissing up his neck.
“Abra, you do get me hot. You don’t even have to try—uhn!”
My lips came down on his earlobe as one hand ran up the inside of his thigh, cupping him gently. I lightly ran my nails over what was quickly becoming a significantly larger bulge.
“Then what do I have to do to get you to let loose a little?” I desperately needed this connection with him to get me out of my headspace. “You ever have sex in public? Hmm? Ever have someone go down on you?”
“God! Please, Abra. You’re killing me.”
“Oh yes, baby. You want to.” I let my fingers walk along his zipper and once I reached the top, I gently pulled it down. His hand grabbed for mine, but didn’t pull me away.
“Abra…” He groaned and grabbed the back of my neck with his other hand, kissing me so deeply while I searched him out. I could barely fit my hand around him. His kiss grew deeper. This one said he would meet my passion peak for peak when the time came. Suddenly, he turned me against the wall of the building and pressed me against it. I was learning that if I pushed him just enough, he’d turn the tables on me and get a little more aggressive. I could get addicted to this feeling.
His hands ran up from the backs of my thighs until he was totally under my dress. They splayed across my ass, cupping me only somewhat gently, and then slid around to the front, his fingers grazing the edge of my panties.
“You make me a madman. I could almost take you against this wall. Almost. There’s still a sane part of my brain that says I want to wait and have you in a bed, or at least, somewhere a little more comfortable.” He thrust against my ass, and I cried out softly.
“I know what you want me to say,” he whispered against my neck, giving me chills. “You want me to use that word, but when I have you, I will do more than that. I want to get up in you so deep that you have no more questions or fears. You’ll know just what you do to me, how bad I want you.You’ll want it again and again. I will do everything in my power to make it so good for you, doll.”
This reaction was more than I planned for, more exciting than getting him to swear. He wanted me. Damn. I’d heard those words before, and they’d had a very negative connotation. But with Kelly, it felt more like he just wanted to get close to me. As close as possible. He may have been a little timid at times, but I think intercourse with him would put an end to that. I had felt this level of passion behind his first kiss. Now that it had resurfaced, I wanted to grab hold and take it as far as we could. But then what? Once he had me, would he turn into another person in my life who took? Would he realize that the real Abra wasn’t worth the time and effort even if the sex was great? I’d spent so many years trying to take care of others, desperate to connect with someone on a deeper level, I didn’t think I could handle it if what he’d promised didn’t come true.
He thrust against me once more, and I whimpered. He was just so big, all over. I desperately wanted to play with him, but somehow a little self-preservation kicked in and I knew I had to put a stop to it. I couldn’t just play with this man. I wanted more, as much as that scared the shit out of me. I needed some space and quick.
“But we can’t do that here. I think that would be sacrilegious, don’t you think?” I finally said, before he could put on the brakes. My ego was fragile for some reason. It was nice to know I could get him this worked up, but could I sustain it? Especially after he knew the truth about me?
“You’re right,” he panted in my ear, moaning a little. He rubbed up against me one more time and then backed up with a groan to zip up his pants. “I’m sorry—”
“Don’t be sorry, Kelly. I needed that.” I turned around to face him and smiled shyly. “I needed to hear you say that.”
He grimaced and pulled me into his arms, kissing my hair and my eyes, then my lips, gently.
“Are you ready to get scared?” I started voicing the eerie music, and he cracked up.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”
“Remember what I said? We’re compatible as long as you let me get my way sometimes.”
“It seems whenever I let you have your way, it pays off for me as well,” he said with a laugh.
We entered the gates to the Tower and the wait time clock said thirteen minutes. We both looked at each other and grinned nervously.
“Thirteen is my lucky number, babe. We got nothing to worry about!”
