inside me, Andrew.”
She lifted her hips enough for him to position his manhood under her. He gripped an ass cheek with one hand and the top of her back with the other, pulling her onto his cock as she sank down on it. Her eyes rolled back into her head when he lifted her up and impaled her again. He relished the look on her face as she found her pleasure and rocked him to his.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as she inched closer to her climax, burying his head in her chest and tilting her neck to find and graze his ear. The heat of the water, her tightness on his cock and the way she nibbled on his ear pushed him too close the edge.
“I’m gonna come, Abby,” he groaned into her chest, sending a deep vibration through her that he thought must have done it for her too. She arched her back, and this time, she let out a long, raspy moan as she came. Her channel tightened around his shaft, creating the perfect amount of friction for him to release. He came with one final thrust, and growled a deep and almost tormented tune.
As she descended from her high, she rested her head on his shoulder and held on to him around his arms. They didn’t move for several minutes. They were exhausted from urgent events of the evening and their spent passion.
“I could so get used to this,” Abby whispered in his ear.
“I think I already have, Abby,” he answered, tightening his grasp around her waist. “You’re addictive.”
“Mmmm. And you know something else?”
“What’s that?”
“I want you again.”
He felt his cock twitch from her tantalizing announcement. Her voice was all it took to make him hard.
“Oh, God, Abby. You have a way with words, woman. I’m ready for you all over again.”
“That’s convenient.”
“No kidding. Come on, let’s get out of this water before it starts to cool.”
He lifted her off his shaft and helped her up. “Take your time standing up. The hot water can make you dizzy.”
He held a firm hand on her back until she was out of the tub, and got out afterward. They dried off and threw on robes before going to bed.
“Are you thirsty?” she asked, sprawling out on the bed.
“I’ll get us some water from the kitchen. You relax.”
“Thanks, Andrew.”
He put on a robe and quietly took the back hallway to the kitchen. There was likely no one up, but he didn’t want to take any chances. His attempt at avoidance didn’t help much—Rob was sitting in a bar stool at the kitchen center island. He was nursing a beer, and did not look like his usual self.
“Hey,” Andrew said to him. “Everything okay?”
“Oh, hi Andrew,” he answered, straightening up. “Yeah. Yes, I’m okay. All good over here.”
Andrew could tell he was covering. The worried frown on his face betrayed him.
“I’ll be okay. I think it just hit me, you know? One minute, I’m hanging out with my buddy, and the next, he’s passed out with one messed up arm. I was good, you know? I was taking it in stride; staying positive and keeping cool for the ladies. That was until I went to tie up that bag with all those paper towels of his blood. He lost so much blood, man. I used up a whole paper towel roll cleaning up what was on the floor. I’ve never seen so much blood pour out of a person.
He seemed dazed as he spoke, as though he was witnessing it all over again. “And that arm. It was seriously chewed up. I saw the bone sticking out, and the flesh, and all that blood. You think he’ll be able to use that hand again? I mean, that could be it for him, you know?”
Rob looked despondent. He could probably break down or cry any minute. Andrew walked over to him and put a firm hand on his shoulder, for support. “I won’t lie to you. It’s a severe injury, and he lost a lot of blood. But we acted quickly, gave him first aid, and a little bit extra. John’s got a lot going for him—he’s young, he’s a big guy, and he’s strong. He has a chance, and will get the best possible care at