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I step toward the bed, intending to climb between her legs, but she surprises me by moving around and telling me to sit on the edge so she can climb onto me.

“The whole time I was sucking you off last night, I kept thinking how hot it would be to ride you like this,” she says as she straddles my hips and places her center at the head of my dick.

Then she leans in and puts her mouth to my ear.

“How deep you’d be able to go like this.”

I grit my teeth, fighting off the first signs of orgasm at the base of my spine. The mouth on this woman is just…beyond me. Listening to her dirty-talking is unlike anything I’ve ever heard in my life, and it makes me feel like I could burst at any second.

She nibbles on my ear as she sinks down on me, slowly, whimpering the entire way.

All I can do is sit and accept it. If I move a muscle, she’s going to be severely disappointed. My hands grip her waist, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I try to control myself.

Once she’s finally seated, she pulls back to look at me, and I love the way her pupils are blown, the dazed look in her eyes. I drop my hands to grip under her thighs and ass, and then I lift her up only to let her fall back down again.

She cries out, her head falling back, and I take a moment to appreciate one of the sexiest sights I’ve ever seen. Abby’s pussy sucking me in, her tits bare and pointed and desperate, her head tossed back in ecstasy, her eyes closed. I take that mental image and store it for later, knowing I’m going to call back to this plenty of times in the future.

I lift her again and slam her back down, over and over again, pulling her close so I can lick and suck at her neck as she rides me.

“Jackson,” she moans only a few minutes later. “Oh my God, I’m so close.”

“Fuck yes. Come for me.”

It’s only a few more strokes inside her before she detonates, and I feel the sheer bliss of her inner walls clamping down on me with a force unlike I’ve ever experienced before. I call out her name, my hands gripping her tightly and holding her close as we both writhe through one of the hottest releases I’ve ever had.

We sit together like that for a long moment before she pulls back and kisses me. Hard and deep and filled with…something. Longing, maybe. Or maybe I’m just reading more into this than what’s really there.

chapter five

Abby

In retrospect, maybe I should have thought things through a bit more before agreeing to go to The Mitch with my brother and Jackson tonight.

In my defense, I’d just had one of the most explosive orgasms of my life. I was barely able to get in my shower and put clothes back on before Rusty was knocking on my bedroom door to tell me to get ready. In truth, my mind wasn’t entirely in the right mental space to consider all the ramifications of such an outing.

Which is why I didn’t think to ask if we were meeting anybody else there.

The Mitch is a townie dive bar about five minutes from our house, and I’m pleasantly surprised to see it isn’t particularly busy when we walk into the dimly lit room. But as we cross through the haze, past the pool tables and the jukebox, to get to the table near the window that faces the lake, I realize there are two very familiar faces already seated and waiting.

“Hey guys,” Andy says, giving us a wave as we approach.

As we all take our seats at the high-top table, I watch almost in slow motion as Briar gives Rusty and me a smile and wave as well…before her attention shifts to Jackson.

Briar’s eyes squint, like she’s trying to remember who he is, which makes sense since she was a little tipsy last night. Andy’s eyes widen for a split second before he grins at me.

“You brought him!” he says, a jovial note in his voice.

There’s brief pause where nobody says anything, and my mind scrambles to come up with just about anything I can possibly say in response.

“Did I tell you Jackson was coming to town?”

That question is from my brother, and Andy turns to look at him with stark confusion on his face.

“Jackson is my brother’s best friend from college,” I interject, trying to communicate to Andy and Briar with my eyebrows and widened eyes. “Apparently he’s staying with us for a few weeks.”

Andy’s lips part like he wants to say something, but he stays quiet, his eyes flitting between all three of us.

“Yup. Helping me work on stuff for the bar,” Rusty adds, slapping Jackson on the shoulder and giving him a grin, oblivious to Andy’s bewilderment.

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