Falling for Trouble (4 page)

Chapter
Four

Getting
Abe into the house had been a bitch, but he was now on his bed. His right leg
and arm hung off the mattress. Sophia breathed out heavily, trying to catch her
breath because Abe was one big guy. His chest rose and fell evenly in his
passed-out stupor. She got to work on his feet first, taking off his big black
boots and then getting his socks off. For a moment she stared at his feet. That
had never been a particularly attractive part on the body for her, but looking
at Abe’s had her insides doing funny things.

Keep it together, girl.

Sophia
had done this too many times to count, so when she took off his belt and then
unzipped his jeans, she didn’t think much of it. At least she tried not to. His
pants were now unbuttoned and unzipped, but she didn’t attempt to remove them.
That would take quite a bit of strength and energy on her part, and she was
still breathing heavily from getting him in the house.

Her
traitorous fingers started to shake when she went to work on the buttons of his
shirt. With each one that popped free to reveal the hard, inked skin of his
torso, she had to work on looking at him simply as a friend. It was so hard,
though, so very hard. Her love for him was so strong, so fierce, that tears
threatened to make an appearance. Pursing her lips, she breathed out and freed
the last button. After pushing the material open, she kept her eyes averted as
she worked his arms free of the sleeves and tossed the shirt aside. In all
honesty she could have just left him fully dressed, but she told herself any
good fired would do this.
Yeah, right.
This had nothing to do with being a good friend and everything to do with
wanting to see more of the man she loved.

In
his sleep he looked relaxed, like he didn’t have a care in the world. The lines
of worry were smoothed, and he looked like the young boy she had followed
around like a puppy. Her eyes moved back to his chest and she followed the dark
lines of ink.

Bringing
the tip of her index finger over his right pec, Sophia traced the swirling
pattern of ink around his nipple and down the hard ridges of his six-pack. She
trailed her finger up the opposite side and rested her palm over his heart,
letting the strong, steady beat calm her own racing heart. She closed her eyes
and felt her breathing finally slow, but when she opened them and looked at
Abe’s face, her breath hitched. He watched her intently, his gaze clear.

“What
are you doing, Sophia?” His voice was soft.

She
went to move her hand away but his reflexes were fast, even sloshed off his
ass. He gripped her wrist in a strong, yet gentle hold. “Abe.” She had no idea
how to respond, didn’t know how to explain why she was touching him. It might
have seemed innocent enough, but by the look in his eyes and her pounding
pulse, it was anything but.

He
pushed himself up until he was resting his upper body on his elbow, causing his
muscles to tense. Sophia couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. She stared into his
eyes and felt something shift in the air. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it
was the heat that suddenly seemed to fill the room, but Sophia felt herself
leaning forward. Abe let go of her wrist and cupped the side of her face at the
same time he leaned in. When their mouths were just inches apart, she closed
her eyes and moved that last inch that separated them. Everything inside of her
yearned for this, but there was that nagging voice that told her what a
horrible mistake this was.

That
first touch of her lips against his was like pouring gasoline on a fire. Sparks
shot from her mouth, all the way through her body, and settled in her clit. It
was intense and potent and they hadn’t even moved yet. Abe took the lead,
moving his lips on hers, slow and easy. He pushed himself up farther, cupped
the other side of her face, tilting her head at the same time, and finally
deepened the kiss.

His
tongue slipped into her mouth, stroking the very tip of hers. He moaned when
she reciprocated. The taste of him was tangy from the whiskey and sweet from
the beer. His hands moved from her face to grip her shoulders, pulling her
roughly to him so their chests pressed against each other.

“Straddle
me, baby.” Abe’s voice was gruff with need. Sophia pulled away because she knew
this wasn’t a good idea. He no longer seemed drunk, but did he really know what
the hell they were doing?

“Abe—”

“Straddle
me, baby.” His tone brooked no argument. He moved so his back rested against
the headboard. Swallowing the very thick lump in her throat, she found her eyes
traveling down his chest and stopping on the very large bulge pressed against
his jeans. Even in the darkened room, she could see how it strained against his
fly, demanding to be free. The junction between her thighs became wet and she
felt her nipples bead.

“Come
on, baby, I want to feel you on top of me.” Before she could stop this from
going any further, Abe’s hands were on her waist, and he was hauling her on top
of him. His mouth slanted on hers and he took her with a searing force. The
groan that spilled from him was loud and she greedily swallowed it. With her legs
spread wide over his, her pussy was in direct contact with his raging hard-on.
A gush of fluid left her, and she felt her panties moisten further. Sophia
shifted and gasped as the movement caused Abe’s erection to rub against her
clit. His zipper caused a flash of discomfort to meld with the pleasure.

“Fuck,
baby.” He dragged his lips across her jaw and licked and nipped at her. Her
head fell back and her breath left her. She gripped his wide shoulders, and
curved her nails into him. A hiss escaped his mouth, but his erection grew
impossibly harder beneath her.

“This
is a very bad idea, Abe.” Even she could hear that she didn’t mean what she
said.

“No,
baby, I think this is the best idea we’ve had in a long time.” He continued
kissing her jaw and made his way down to her neck. The light feel of him
sucking at her pulse point had her shifting atop him again. He groaned and his
hands landed on her ass to squeeze the mounds before spreading them slightly.
He started moving her back and forth on his jean-clad erection, creating a
delicious rocking motion that sent hard jolts of pleasure straight to the
center of her body.

“That
is it, sweets.” He panted against her neck, and the fact he was having just as
hard a time as she was turned her on even more. “That is
sooo
it.” His hips started lifting slightly, causing his erection
to press impossibly harder against her cunt. “I can feel you, can feel how hot
and wet you are.” His mouth was back on hers, his kisses so hard and demanding
that she couldn’t keep up, but that was okay. That was really, really okay.

“Do
you know how long I’ve wanted you, Sophia?” The only sound that left her was a
muffled moan against his mouth. “I’ve wanted you for so long. So fucking long.”
He rocked her atop him harder and faster, creating a friction that had her
trying to catch her breath. Her clit swelled from his ministrations and she
knew her orgasm was only a few moments away. “I’ve dreamed about what your
sweet little pussy would feel like on my cock, what your tits would feel like
in my mouth.”

Yes, oh God, yes.

“For
years, Soph, fucking
years
I’ve
wanted you.” His tongue speared in her mouth and he touched every part of her.
“Take your shirt off.” She didn’t hesitate when he stopped momentarily so she
could remove the offending material. Tossing the shirt aside, she saw Abe’s
gaze rake over her chest. “The bra, Sophia, take off the fucking bra.” There
was no anger in his voice, just a deep-seated need.

Reaching
behind her, she unsnapped her bra, and before she slipped the straps down her
shoulders, Abe removed one of his hands from her ass and placed it in the
center of her chest. She looked into his eyes and saw him staring at her face.
They didn’t speak for several long seconds and she wondered if he was having
second thoughts. If she were smart, she would put a stop to this, tell him that
this would ruin their relationship. The logical part of her brain snapped to
attention and she opened her mouth to say just that, but Abe’s finger on her
lips stopped her.

“Don’t
say the words, please.” He all but pleaded with his words and eyes. “I want
this, baby, and I know you want this too.” The last part was almost phrased it
as a question. After a second he removed his finger and slid first one then the
other strap of her bra off. He held her stare even though her breasts were
bared, but then he slowly let his eyes fall to her chest. Her nipples beaded
under his sight and chills popped up along her flesh.

“You’re
beautiful, Sophia. So fucking beautiful.” Before she could comprehend his words,
his mouth latched onto her right nipple and he sucked furiously. She speared
her hands into his hair, grabbing chunks of the soft locks and holding his head
to her chest. “I knew you’d be like this, knew you’d taste like this.” His
words were muffled against her breast. The suckling of his mouth, sweep of his
tongue, and stinging nip of his teeth were almost her undoing.

Was
she so desperate for his touch that she would continue with this, let the
pleasure cloud her judgment and possibly ruin e
verything
between them?

His
hips jacked up at the same time his teeth pulled at her nipple. The
pleasure/pain combination was her undoing and she climaxed, hard. She heard a
low, mewling noise and realized it came from her.

Abe
grunted and he sucked harder on her, alternating between her breasts and
prolonging her orgasm. Before the pleasure dissipated, Abe gripped her waist
and flipped her on her back.

“I’m
not nearly done, baby.” His words were deep and low and poised right over her
still-pulsating clit. She held her breath, waiting for that first touch of his
mouth to her pussy. With quick, expert fingers, Abe removed her clothing until
she was completely bare to him. A wave of embarrassment slammed into her. The
fact she was nude in front of her best friend, the man she had known for the
better part of her life, messed with her head a little. But all of that
uncertainty left her at the carnal look on his face as he let his eyes travel
up and down her body, taking in every single inch of her.

With
her head back and eyes closed, Sophia felt his thumbs slide along her labia
before spreading them wide. He blew a warm stream of air across the inner lips
he exposed and she arched her back. Electricity slammed into her, and despite
the fact she had just come hard for him, she felt herself winding tighter and
tighter, that coil inside of her tightening with pleasure.

His
tongue ran slow circles around her opening but he wouldn’t dip inside of her,
wouldn’t give her that small reprieve. He teased her, tantalized her, and
brought her to the precipice of orgasm with his tongue and fingers until she
shamelessly begged for more. Then he gave it to her, spearing his fingers into
her, stretching her at the same time he sucked on her clit. Her orgasm slammed
into her, and she felt everything else fade into nonexistence.

“Look
at me.” The command was clear, and Sophia felt herself coming back from the
hazy fog of desire. She lifted her head and saw Abe watching her. “The way you
look when you come…” His exhale was long and deep and he closed his eyes
momentarily. “Gorgeous.” He opened his eyes. “You’re stunning in the throes of
pleasure.” The light from the moon came through the window and allowed enough
of a silvery glow for her to see what he was doing. “I’m not done yet.” It was
a deliciously dark promise. His thumbs were on each side of her pussy lips,
holding the folds open obscenely wide. She could see her clit poking out from
the hood, could tell how swollen it was. Abe flattened his tongue, while still
watching her, and dragged the thick, pink muscle from her pussy hole to her
clit. The sensation was incredible, but seeing him do it as well had a fervent
plea leaving her. When her head would have fallen back from the overwhelming
sensations, he whispered against her moist flesh, “Don’t look away. I want you
to watch what I’m doing to you. I want you to watch yourself come all over my
face.”

Oh. God.
The orgasm
she’d just had was intense, but she felt herself climbing toward another one
only minutes later. The air left her lungs when he started running his tongue
up and down her cleft. His lips suctioned around the tiny bundle of nerves at
the apex of her thighs and she teetered on the edge. When he slowly inserted
one finger into her pussy, she couldn’t stop her climax if her life depended on
it.

“Yeah,
baby, that’s it. Give it all to me. Only to me.” Her head fell back and her
eyes slid shut. The waves of pleasure took her breath away and she gripped the
sheet beneath her, pulling, tugging at the fabric as she rode the wave of ecstasy.
When she finally came back down, it was to the feel of Abe’s hips nestled
between her legs. He started grinding his cock against her pussy, sending
little sparks throughout her. His love bites along her collarbones and the
sensation of his stubble along the now sensitive skin were intoxicatingly
arousing.

“Tell
me you want more.” His mouth was by her ear, and his deep voice had her thirsty
for more. Would this encounter bring them together even further or tear them
apart? Sophia desperately wanted to have the answer, but she was in a blissful
coma of pleasure and couldn’t find the brainpower to contemplate it. He looked
down at her, waiting for her to say yes. And that was exactly what she did.