Dinner
By: Coffee
It was a long day.
The LA sun was halfway into the ocean when JC pulled his Mercedes into his
driveway and slowly got out. Who ever said rehearsing was fun was a damn liar,
he knew that first hand. Up at six to be in the studio by seven was not
something he enjoyed doing. Right now all he wanted to do was go upstairs, get
in bed, call his girl, and fall asleep.
He pulled out his
keys to unlock the door and blinked a few times. His eyes were sleepier than he
realized because now he was standing there struggling to get the key in the
door. JC rolled his eyes and let out a deeply annoyed sigh. Figures that the
one time he couldn't wait to get home he couldn't get in. He raised his arm to
try again and surprisingly the door opened before he had a chance.
"Hey,"
she smiled.
JC took a step back
and allowed his eyes to focus on the woman infront of him. Then he breathed a
sigh of relief that it was only Abby and not some crazed psychotic teenager
who'd broken into his house. Again.
"Did they work
you so hard you forgot how to put the key in the door?"
"You don't
even know," he stepped into the house and dropped his bag by the door.
He turned to look
at her, her flawless skin, her hypnotizing chocolate eyes, her hair that
shinned almost as much as the diamond he'd put on her left hand a few weeks
before. Every time he looked at her the strongest urges ran through his body.
He hadn't seen her in a few days because of his early rehearsals and her late
nights at the office. Right now he felt the need to toss her over his shoulder
and jog up the stairs, all exhaustion forgotten.
"What?"
she closed the door and gave him a look.
"What?"
"You keep
looking at me like you don't know who I am."
"No,
Abby," he took her hand and pulled her to his chest, "I know who you
are."
"You
better."
He smirked and
buried his face in her hair.
"You smell
good," he commented, running his hand down her back and over her behind,
"You feel good too."
"Oh no, don't
start that."
Abby was no fool.
She'd known him for years, and was well aware of his game. She started to walk
farther into the house towards the kitchen, but his grip yanked her right back
to where she had been. Obviously JC had other plans.
"What's wrong
with staying right here?" he ran a finger down the side of her face and
she bit at it playfully. Little did she know that only heightened his sexual
arousal.
"Come on, I
made you dinner," she stepped towards the kitchen again and again he
pulled her back.
"I'm not
hungry, for food anyway."
She knew that gleam
in his aqua eyes and the sheer thought of it did amazing things to her body. It
caused her breath to pause in her throat, goosebumps to run down her arms, and
a slight throbbing to begin between her legs.
"Yes, you
are," she shook it off and tried to get back on track. Sex in the entry
hall wasn't exactly what she'd planned for the evening.
"No, I'm
not," he gave her that boyish grin followed by the most tender, needy kiss
possible.
"It's gonna
get cold," Abby stepped back again.
"That's what
microwaves are for," he stepped forward.
"But it's your
favorite."
"I like you
better."
She giggled at his
antics and allowed him to kiss her again, most of her restrained slipping away.
He got to her like that. He had slipped into every fiber of her being long ago
and now whenever he wanted her (in any sense of the word) he got her.
JC pushed her back
against the wall, their mouths never breaking for a second. He pulled her arms
up above her head with one hand and ran his other down her stomach, over her
hip and around to her behind squeezing softly. Abby pushed her hips into him
and he groaned as she grinned in triumph. He may be able to get to her, but she
still held some power over him. His grip on her wrist loosened and she pulled
her hands free to slide them down his body. She stopped at the waistband of his
jeans and undid the belt buckle holding his pants up.
That was when he
stopped kissing her. JC pulled her hands away and gave her a cheesy grin as he
slide his hands under her behind to pick her up. Abby wasn't a tiny woman, but
she wasn't huge either, she was alittle shorter than him with large breast and
thick thighs that locked onto him possessively. That was JC's favorite thing
about her, aside from her dark skin, that she could wrap her legs around him
and pull him closer. Abby giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck as he
carried her over to the sofa and laid her down on her back. She watched with
interest as he slowly lowered himself over her, one of his hands undoing the
button on her blouse as he kissed her lips, and then gently nibbled at her
neck.
Once her shirt was
open, he undid the little clasp in the front of her bra and pushed the material
to the side, her torso now completely exposed to him. The creamy color accented
her mahogany skin in a way that was pleasing to his eye, and only made him more
aware of the throbbing in his groan that was only growing by the second. He
kissed his way down from her neck, one of his large hands fondling her breasts.
Finally his tongue smoothed over her nipple and Abby sucked in her breath with
a hiss. He looked up at her, the corners of his lips curling into a smile
before doing again. Abby arched her back, pressing herself against him and he
allowed his lips to close around her skin creating a suction that she found
absolutely delightful. His mouth moved to give her other breast attention and
she reached between them to unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper.
JC sat up on his
knees between her legs, away from her reach. Her hands brushing against his
erection was eating away at his restraint. He already wanted her in the worst
way and with the sight of her exposed body and her soft moaning he was ready to
burst. There was a different between a man and a woman's body. Men can be ready
to go in 30 seconds flat, a woman's body took time, attention, coaxing. JC was
ready for action, it was Abby he was concerned with. He ripped his shirt over
his head before undoing the button on her jeans and pulled them off, followed
by the black lace boyshorts she wore underneath. He pushed her knees apart and
ran his fingers over her sensitive areas as his eyes looked her over.
"Damn baby,
you have no idea how sexy you look right now."
Her eyes slid
closed and she nodded her head vigorously, "You know, I think you were
right, this is better than eating dinner."
He smiled boyishly
and leaned over to kiss her knee. His lips slid lower to her inner thigh, then
to the folds between her legs. She gasped out loud when he touched her and slid
her hands into his curly hair. The sensation was soft for a moment, then
suddenly turned hungry and needy. Abby slightly thrusted her hips towards him
as he continued his torture; nibbling, licking, flicking, and sucking on her
skin. She felt something move alittle bit lower and slowly one of his fingers
slid into her. Then he curled it upwards and started to move around as if he
were looking for something.
"Where are
you?" she heard him say softly.
Suddenly her body
was overcome with the most amazing sensation. One that made her cry out in
pleasure and tighten her fingers in his hair.
"There you
are," he rubbed the pad if his middle finger of the dime-sized patch of
flesh again and watched as she withered infront of him, running her hands over
her own breasts and whispering his name. Then he continued on with his mission,
adding his tongue to the sensations he was already giving her.
Finally JC stopped
and pulled away from her. He licked his lips as Abby struggled to get her
labored breathing back to normal, watching him through heavy lids. He pushed
his pants down his legs, then his boxers, and lowered his body over hers. She
moaned hungrily as he kissed her, rubbing himself against her. He got off on
that, knowing she could taste herself on his lips. For some reason he got the
feeling she found it erotic as well.
"JC," she
groaned, her eyes staring at him, "JC I-."
He shushed her
softly, sliding himself inside of her. Abby's fingers pressed into his back,
her eyes sliding closed again. He wasn't massive, but he was something she had
to get used to. He didn't move for a moment, letting her body adjust to him
before pulling out slowly and then pushing himself back in. Abby's head fell
back on the arm of the sofa, her hands running over his back. JC took that
opportunity to pull her legs higher, allowing himself better access to her
body. He started to push into her harder, faster. Abby pulled him closer, her
cries become alittle louder, a lot more labored.
"Jayce..."
she moaned to him, "Jayce, please."
He knew exactly
what she wanted. She wanted to him to make a noise, to say things to her, to
let her know that she felt just as good to him, as he felt to her. JC ran his
tongue around one of her nipples again before leaning his forehead on hers and
starting to whisper.
"You're so hot
baby."
Immediately she
started to shiver alittle, her arms and legs pulling him closer.
"You're so
soft and you're so wet. You feel so good baby. Damn good."
"God
Jayce...," subconsciously her hips started to move in time with his,
pulling him deeper into her body.
"I love this,
I love making love to you. I wish I could just lay here doing this to you all
day. Would you like that, if I could just stay here all day fucking you like
this?"
Abby nodded
absentmindedly.
"Would you?
Tell me Abby, tell me you would."
"I-Yes-I'd
like that. I'd like that alot."
"You like when
I fuck you huh? You like it cause nobody fucks you like I do, do they?"
She shook her head,
her eyes closed tightly, "No, nobody Jayce. Nobody."
JC sat up, holding
himself above her with his arms and started to move even faster, his body
pounding into her now, rubbing against every hidden crevice inside her body,
completely filling her up.
"God you're
fuckin tight. Damn, I'm gonna cum," he grunted, "I'm gonna cum Abby,
are you gonna cum with me?"
"Yeah,"
she managed, "I'm so close."
"What do you
want baby? Huh? Do you want me to cum in you?" his voice was low and
husky.
Abby nodded her
head again, "Yeah, I wanna feel you, I wanna feel you cum. God, I'm so
close baby."
JC reached down
between them, his thumb manipulating her clit, running over it lightly. Abby
grabbed his wrist, holding onto him. His hand circling around her clitoris and
his erection being pushed into her over and over mixed with his words and the
looks of pleasure running across his face were quickly pushing her to the edge.
"Come on Abby,
cum for me baby. I wanna see you. Lemme watch you cum baby," he moaned
words to her repeatedly.
Finally her body
started to shake and she screamed out his name. Abby's orgasm washed through
her long and hard. It felt like several hundred tiny little waves ran through
her veins and she just laid back letting them engulf her. JC felt her body
tighten around him, squeezing almost to the point that it hurt and his own
orgasm rushed over him causing him to push into her wildly. The movement only
fed her orgasm that continued on forcing scream after scream from her lungs.
Moments later he
pushed into her one final time and then collapsed on top of her, his body
unable to move anymore. Abby lay under him sweaty and panting. Her fingers ran
through his hair, down his back and back up again.
"You
okay?" he asked after a few minutes.
"Yeah,"
came her sleepy voice.
"Don't fall
asleep on me yet," he kissed her lips gingerly before sitting up, "we
still have to eat dinner."
Abby opened her
eyes and gave him a heavy lidded look of confusion.
"What? What
dinner?"
The End
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