Page 66 of Coming Up Roses
I drop my hands from her body, letting them fall to the couch beside me. Abi goes still, her grinding on my lap slowing to a stop.
“Right now, I want to watch you,” I say. “Keep going.”
Her eyes darken with lust and she pulls her lower lip between her teeth, one hand lifting to bury itself into her hair. She lifts her hips and slowly presses back down.
She’s wearing a matching set of lace underwear and the cowboy boots she never removed, while I’m still fully clothed and it’s giving me a power trip.
But if this is what she wants, if I haven’t misconstrued what she said … I’m going to embrace it.
I rest my head against the couch and stretch my arms along the back of it, admiring the view before me. As much as I love watching the expression on Abi’s face, my gaze keeps lingering on her body, on her soft waist and full hips and the way her tits look in that bra. It’s partially see-through and I can make out the darker colour of her nipples. I want to touch them, cup the weight in my hands and watch her face shift as I suck them into my mouth.
Abi must notice where I’m focussing my attention because her hands come to her chest, teasing and playing with the edges of her bra. “What do you want, sweetheart?”
The name catches me off guard again, like it has every time she’s used it. It makes my heart do a weird little trippy thing. I shake off that feeling and focus on Abi in my lap.
“Take it off.”
She scrambles to obey, reaching behind herself and a moment later the bra has joined the dress somewhere on the other side of the room.
“You like it when I tell you what to do?”
She nods, looking uncertain for a moment. “I like not having to think.” She cups her bare breasts, thumbs brushing over erect nipples. “Plus, this confidence looks fucking hot on you.” She pinches and lets out a moan.
The sound goes straight to my dick. I want her to make good on her offer from earlier, but I’m still nowhere near ready for this to be over and I know once she wraps her lips around my cock I won’t be able to last. It’s bad enough with her grinding on me.
I drag my hands up her thighs until I’m gripping her hipsand shift her backwards. Her eyes immediately drop to the hard bulge in my jeans, the zip still only halfway down. She reaches for it but I bat her hand away.
“I thought you were doing as you were told,” I mutter against her ear. She lets out a needy whimper and I have to take a deep breath to keep my control in check. “Be a good girl and sit on the table.”
I don’t know where this is coming from, this confidence to be able to tell her what to do, to sound like I know what I’m doing when I really, really don’t. I’m grateful for it though. Grateful that I’m able to set the pace, and fuck it turns me on when she’s so keen to obey.
Abi slides off my lap and perches her ass on the corner of the coffee table in front of the couch. I hope it’s a sturdy one. She watches me with hungry eyes as I release my zipper and shove my pants down to take the pressure off.
“I can’t see you with your knees pressed together like that,” I say, voice a low rasp.
Abi’s eyes slam closed, but her legs open as she rests back on her hands. The scrap of fabric covering her pussy is drenched, her tits heaving as she pants.
I palm my cock through my boxers, pressing down to try and stave off the need that’s throbbing through me. I have no idea what I’m doing with Abi spread out before me like this.
Her eyes meet mine again and her desperate need is plain as day. “What now?”
“You’re going to stay just like that,” I say, “Until I tell you otherwise.”
35
ABI
Flynn is goingto kill me. I’m going to die right here, spread out on my coffee table wearing only a pair of very wet lace panties and cowboy boots. Why didn’t I take the fucking boots off?
But Flynn’s gaze keeps catching on them in a way that makes me think he’s very into the cowboy boots staying exactly where they are.
I didn’t expect Flynn to embrace the control as much as he has. I was hoping he would, because if he’s in charge, my brain doesn’t have to think. And I know Flynn well enough to know he’s going to take care of me, in more ways than one.
So I do exactly as he says, and stay perfectly still.
He sprawls back on the couch, his eyes tracing over my body as he lazily undoes the buttons of his shirt. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before; the long, lean planes of his chest, the taut abs, the way his jeans fit around his hips. But my current position and the way he’s taking his god damned time undoing that shirtmakes me lightheaded. It’s a good thing I’m sitting down. Or sprawled. It’s definitely more of a sprawl at this point.
Flynn finally reaches the last button and stands to strip the shirt off his body. I sit up, expecting him to finally embrace my offer from earlier, but he places a hand on my shoulder and pushes me back down until I’m propped up on my elbows with him standing over me, between my spread legs.
