Page 72 of Coming Up Roses

Another long low moan from Abi has me smiling.

“Lost your words, Rosie?”

She nods and lets out a whimper. I chuckle.

I tease her for a moment longer, trailing my fingers down the backs of her thighs, tracing the edge of the lace.

“Need you,” she whines. So apparently she hasn’t lost all ability to form words. “Please, sweetheart. Touch me. Please.”

“Because you asked so nicely,” I say as I slide my fingers across the centre of her underwear. I hook it to the side and hold it in place with one hand while I use the other to tease her clit. She writhes against my hand but when I slip my finger inside her she goes a relaxed, boneless kind of still for a moment before slowly pushing her hips back.

“That good, huh?”

A guttural “yes” falls from her lips as I slide another finger in. She pushes back further, rocking herself on my hand. She moves faster, harder, until her thrusts start to lose rhythm.

I stand, giving myself better control. I take hold of the back of her skirt, pushing it around her waist and holding her in place as I work my fingers in and out of her tight, wet heat.

Abi trembles and finally lets go, crying out as her orgasm wracks her body. As she rides out the wave, she collapses onto her desk, holding up a shaky hand.

“I’ll be right back with you. Just going to need a moment after that,” she mumbles against the wood.

“Stay just like that,” I say. “Don’t move.”

I slide her underwear back into place, then fit my hips against her ass, dragging my cock along her pussy, revellingin the feeling, despite both our underwear being between us. Abi shudders.

I finally fish my cock out and wrap my palm around it. The head brushes against her ass cheek and Abi turns her head to look back at me over her shoulder.

“How do you want me take care of that for you?”

“By staying exactly where you are.” The words are interspersed with grunts as I thrust my hips forward, fucking into my fist.

Abi’s eyes go wide with realisation and she pushes back up onto her elbows, trying to see more. I can’t decide if I want to stare at her face as she watches me jerk off over her ass, or if I want to watch my cock as it slides through my hand, skimming her ass with each pass.

“That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” Abi mutters and her words send me over the edge.

I come with a groan and manage to catch myself before I collapse on top of Abi. I fall into the chair instead, Abi’s exposed ass right back in my line of sight.

I don’t know what I’ve ever done to deserve this, but fuck, I’m grateful for it, whatever it was.

37

ABI

After Flynn makesme come on my desk, then comes all over my ass, we clean up and I get changed into what I’m now affectionately calling my farm clothes; a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and hoodie, all old and worn, but perfect for hanging out with Flynn, or Sadie, after work.

“Want to go riding at the beach again?” Flynn asks as I lock up the function barn.

“Riding? Or riding? I don’t know if I have that in me again.”

“Motorbike,” he says, his grin wicked. “It’s time you had some more practise. Because I definitely don’t have that in me again. Not for a little while at least.”

I laugh. “Sounds good, though I feel like I’ve completely forgotten how to drive that thing.”

Shrugging, he points to his ute and I climb into the passenger side. “You’ll pick it up again. I have faith.”

I roll my eyes but don’t reply as Flynn drives us around to the main farm entrance.

“Do I look like we’ve just been doing filthy things on my desk?” I ask as he pulls into the driveway. Slowing to a stop, he turns to study me.

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