Page 50 of Just Past Two

Abby lay flat on the table, dropping all the way onto her back, holding the phone loosely to her ear. Stephan was going to drive her all the way over the edge like this. He knew just how to fuck her with his fingers while sucking her off, and she didn’t hold back the gasps and moans falling from her lips like wordless prayers.

Stephan whispered to her, his mouth still against her clit, but she heard him anyway. “Come on, beautiful. Come for us.”

That was it. That mounting tension peaked, a spring coiled inside her body, holding her on the knife edge for an endless moment, and then everything unleashed at once. She cried out, riding that spiraling pleasure as she clenched and clenched and clenched around his fingers. He kept licking and sucking her through it, guiding her through the peak and the aftershocks, letting her down while she twitched and moaned into final silence.

Sam was crooning into her ear when she became alert enough to realize it. “You’re so good. God, that was so hot. You made me come so hard. I came all over my hand. Was it good, sweetheart?”

“So good.” She twitched as Stephan slid his fingers out of her, getting to his feet a bit stiffly but looking like someone who had just accomplished something amazing.

Sam’s next words took her by surprise, coming low and husky in her ear. “Do you want to suck him off?”

She did. That seemed even more illicit than having him go down on her. “Yeah.”

“Good. You hang up and go thank him properly. All right?”

She could tell from his tone that this wasn’t an order. This wasn’t a dip into power exchange. This was about her, and what she wanted, and Sam pushing her forward when she might not make the next move herself.

“All right.” She paused, wanting to tell him she loved him again, but was this the time?

Into the silence, he said. “Yeah, I know. I love you too.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “Go on.”

Smiling back, Abby hung up the phone. Stephan was standing at the foot of the table, looking smug and satisfied even though she was the only one who’d been pleasured. She slid down, finding her pants and underwear in a heap on the floor and pulling them up her hips, then dragging Stephan down for a kiss. It was easier, now, a simple action, just one next step. He went willingly and kissed her with the same contented laziness, even though when she rocked her hips against his, he gasped in surprise.

He gasped in even more surprise when she slid down to her knees in front of him. “Jesus, you don’t have to…”

“I want to,” she interrupted him. “Let me.” She unzipped his pants and freed his cock, which was hard as steel, soft-skinned in her hands. Then she swallowed him down. He gripped the table behind her, leaning over to steady himself, but didn’t grab her head. He was so sensitive, shifting his hips with each long suck she gave, throbbing against her tongue. The weight of him, so foreign from what she had been expecting, so different from her husband, was a tangible reminder of what she was doing. How funny that something like this, kneeling in front of someone and sucking them down, could make her feel so powerful.

Stephan was trembling. His legs quivered. She doubled down on her efforts, gripping the base of his shaft with one hand as she sucked at the top half of his cock, tasting the first slick salty drops of his arousal. “Fuck. Abby. I’m gonna …God, your mouth is incredible. Oh my God.” He grabbed her hair, let it go immediately. “Sorry. I won’t…”

She lifted her mouth off and looked up at him. “No. Do it.” She smiled, then slid him into her mouth again.

Stephan gripped her hair once more, his fingers tightening reflexively as he approached his orgasm. She hummed her appreciation, which made him twitch again. Rather than pull back, she stayed where she was, and he began to thrust a bit into and out of her mouth, like he just couldn’t hold back. Cradling his balls with her free hand, she marveled at how they tightened against his body, drawing close with his impending climax. Above her, he was making the most incredible, desperate noises, like he was losing himself in this moment as much as she had been, and God, she wanted to do this again.

He came with a cry, and she drank it down, swallowing fast, sucking him through his climax as he twitched and moaned, hand tightening painfully in her hair before he released it. There was nothing like taking a man all the way like that, and when she finally, carefully got to her feet, Stephan was still leaning heavily on the counter with his eyes closed, like he might not possibly be able to stand anymore. He took a moment before he drew himself together again, tucking his dick away and letting out a long sigh.

“Fucking hell, Abby. Did Sam tell you to do that?”

She blushed, another illogical blush given the circumstances. “He asked me if I wanted to, and I told him yes.”

Stephan leaned against the counter. “You are something else.” He pulled her in and hugged her, and the affection felt…perfect. Not too intimate, not too detached, but exactly what she wanted at this moment.

She pulled back and looked up at him. “So what now?”

“Well, do you want to try glassblowing?”

Abby laughed. There was no tension here anymore, nothing that made her worry about the future. “Not tonight.”

“Then how about you and Sam come over for dinner sometime soon?” Stephan smiled. “It would be nice to talk someplace comfortable.”

Talk. Right. She knew what this would be, and yet rather than being worried, she was only excited. “I’ll check with him tonight.”

…

Walking into her house that night, Abby’s body hummed with the same level of anxiety as when she had walked back into the glassblowing studio that afternoon. She was still slick from Stephan’s mouth on her pussy. She had sucked his cock, and she imagined she could still taste him. What would Sam say? What would he do? He had told her to go through with this. He had been into it on the phone. Now, though, he might have changed his mind. In the heat of the moment, people sometimes agreed to dumb things.

Sam was sitting on the couch, resting against the cushions, the television off and music playing throughout the house. His expression looked calm, relaxed, even serene, and he beckoned her over when she stopped in the doorway. Before she could say anything, or ask him about his feelings, he pulled her down on top of him and kissed her, open-mouthed and deep.

“I can taste him on you,” he said against her mouth, and her pussy clenched once at the husky tone in his voice. “It’s all I could think about. I need to get these clothes off you.”