Page 96 of The Fantasy League
“What are you—”
Abel spun me around and hauled me over his shoulder, holding me in place with one hand on the back of my thigh and the other firmly grasping one of my ass cheeks. He carried me up the stairs and into his bedroom without saying a word and slung me on his bed.
I peered up at him from where I lay on the bed while he stood there staring at me with ragged breath. “You’re going to pay for not helping me back there.”
“Asshole. Eight months,” I responded back firmly.
Tugging my legs to the edge of the bed, he pulled off my shorts and underwear in the same movement. “Fingers, tongue, or cock?” he asked with an arched brow.
“All of the above.”
“That’s my fucking girl.” The corners of his lips curled up into a cocky smile that made a flood of arousal drip out of me.
Abel dropped down and began kissing and licking my inner thighs, making warmth dance throughout my entire body. Growing impatient, I grasped the top of his head and guided his mouth to my pussy.
He smiled against it before granting me my wish. He thrust his tongue inside of me and my eyes shut instantly, overwhelmed by the feeling. His groans, paired with the sound of my wetness, drove me wild.
I didn’t know how much more I could take before I was going to burst.
“Move in with me.” Abel popped up, removing his tongue from where it was lapping my throbbing clit in circles.
Was he really trying to have this conversation right now… approximately three point five seconds before I came?
“What? Are you crazy?” I lifted my head so he could see my widened eyes. “We just got together six days ago. We can’t move in together.”
“Says who?” he challenged.
“For starters, the big man upstairs would probably be disappointed if we moved in together out of wedlock.”
“I’m sure he’d be a lot more disappointed about the otheractivitieswe’ve done in the last six days.” He stared down at my pussy, which was mere inches from his mouth, and smirked. “He probably wouldn’t like knowing I stuck my thumb in your a—”
“Don’t finish that!” I laughed so hard my head flew back and hit the pillow.
“It’s true.” He chuckled, pressing two fingers inside of me and working them in and out agonizingly slow, making sure he swept my G-spot with each curled stroke. “I mean it. Move in with me. You only live a thousand yards away and you’ve spent every second here for the last week anyway.”
He had a point. I hadn’t seen the inside of the pool house since last Sunday when October picked me up. That was part of the reason I’d asked Mae to bring over some of my clothes earlier.
As much as I wanted to live in Abel’s T-shirts day in and day out, I realized that I shouldprobablyput on pants at some point… and some underwear. Definitely underwear. I’d been using his boxers as an alternative, but they acted more like shorts because of how large they were on me.
“When would I move in?” I asked, trying to pretend like I was capable of having a conversation of this caliber with his fingers inside me.
“Right after our vacation.”
“We’re going on vacation now too?” I lifted my head up to meet his gaze again, but he curled against that spongy spot again and sucked my clit between his lips. I immediately threw my head back against the pillow with a loud set of moans.
I heard him chuckle again from down below.
He slowed just enough that I could gather my bearings and respond. “Vacation. Moving in. Don’t you think we’re moving a little too fast?”
“I’ve been waiting nearly an entire fucking year to have you.” His tongue flicked my clit once again, and a rush of breathy moans spilled from my lips. “Forgive me if I want to take my girl on vacation and fuck her mindless for a week straight and come home knowing she’ll be waking up next to me in bed every morning.”
Well, when he put it that way…
“Technically, this is my house now, according to our agreement,” I reminded him.
“Then ask me to move in with you instead,” he argued.
“I don’t want the house if it means you leaving.”
