Summer Fling (Players of Marycliff University Book 1) (19 page)

He heard her suck in a breath as he increased the pressure slightly. Her hands were bunching in his shirt and he wasn't sure if she was trying to pull him closer or push him away. "Damn it, Lance." She sounded breathless. "You can't just kiss me until I give in."

He raised his head and looked down at her. "Really? 'Cause it usually works."

His body was too close to hers for her to get much force when she tried to smack him on the chest. Instead, she pushed on his chest again. He dropped his hands, moving back a step. She stared at him, still leaning against the door. "You really want to go?"

He shrugged and adjusted himself before putting his hands in his pockets. Her gaze flicked down to his crotch then back to his face. A smile started tugging at the corners of her lips and she pointed a finger at the front of his shorts. "You'd rather go to a party than let me take care of that?"

He tilted his head, giving what he hoped was a speculating look. "What are you offering?"
 

Abby took a step forward, running a hand down his chest until she gripped him through the fabric of his shorts. "You don't want to finish what we started on the couch?"

He tried to look unaffected, but he wasn't sure how well he pulled it off with her hand on his cock, even if there were layers of fabric in the way. She squeezed and it was his turn to suck in a breath. "I don't have another condom."

"All the more reason to skip the party and just go back to your house."
 

Lance took his hands out of his pockets and pulled Abby against him. He thrust a little against her hand and whispered in her ear. "I think you're more worried about getting taken care of than taking care of me." Her only response was to squeeze his cock again and rub her hand up and down. "We could both get what we want, you know."

She pulled her head back, looking up at him with a quizzical expression. He ran his hands down her back to her ass, kneading the flesh there for a moment, before coming around to the front and undoing her shorts. He slipped a hand inside, cupping her, running a finger along her slit. "My God, Abby. You're still so wet."

He slid a finger inside her, then joined it with a second. "You want me to take care of you, don't you, Abby?" She nodded, eyes closed and completely relaxed, letting him hold her up with his other arm.
 

She let out a little whimper when he withdrew his hand, but her disappointment didn't last long. He pushed her shorts and panties down together, spinning her around and pushing her backward against her bed. She sat down, kicking her shorts off her ankles and scooting back on the bed.

Lance moved between her legs, catching her behind the knees and pulling her back to the edge. He knelt on the floor, running his hands up her inner thighs, spreading her for him.
 

He planted a kiss on the bare skin just above her pubic bone. He slowly inserted his fingers again, one after the other. Abby clapped a hand over her mouth, stifling a moan. He kissed her again, lower. Then once more before extending his tongue.
 

It didn't take long. Abby was so ramped up already, that it seemed like only a few minutes before she was writhing and arching on the bed. She kept one hand over her mouth to muffle her sounds, but with the other she reached down and threaded her fingers through his hair. Then he felt her walls' rhythmic clenching around his fingers. He continued pumping his fingers in and out and licked a few more times with the flat of his tongue, extending her orgasm, helping her ride it out. Enjoying feeling her and watching her come all over his hand and his face.
 

She tugged on his hair, and he followed her unspoken direction, rising over her and kissing her deeply. He loved that she never shied away from tasting herself after he went down on her.
 

He looked down at her face, eyes hooded and cheeks flushed from her recent orgasm. "Feeling better?"

She smiled up at him, slow and satisfied. He couldn't help kissing her again. Abby reached down and squeezed his cock through his shorts again. "I'm feeling better, but you're not."

He gently tugged her hand off his cock. "I'll be fine." She just replaced that hand with the other one. "Or I would be if you'd stop touching me."
 

"Hmm, maybe. But I think you'd be even better if you let me keep touching you."
 

He closed his eyes, and felt her start tugging at his belt. "Abby, you don't have to do that. I'll be fine."
 

His eyes sprang back open when he felt her hand against the bare skin of his cock. She was looking up at him still, watching his reactions. "I know I don't have to. I want to."

She let him go so she could push on his shoulders, guiding him to lie down on the bed next to her. She started tugging down his shorts and boxers and he lifted his hips so she could slide them the rest of the way off. Then her hand was back on his cock, squeezing and rubbing lightly.
 

He wrapped his hand around hers, showing her the pressure and speed he liked. He closed his eyes, relaxing and enjoying the hand job. She'd never done this for him before. They'd never been without condoms, and he much preferred the real thing over a hand job. This was nice, though. He hadn't really expected her to be this concerned about his pleasure.
 

He felt her adjust on the bed next to him, then a hot, wet warmth enveloped the head of his cock. He opened his eyes in surprise to see Abby bent over him. He'd gone down on her plenty, but she'd never done this for him before. He suspected she'd never done it for anyone before. She licked around the crown of his head, then took him all the way in her mouth again, and it took all his control not to thrust further into her mouth.
 

He reached out with one hand, resting it lightly on her head, his fingers threaded through her hair. Not to control her motions, just to show appreciation and encouragement. Abby increased her efforts, licking and sucking and pumping with her hand. He felt his balls tighten up and knew he was close. He tugged lightly on her hair. She didn't pull away. "Abby, I'm gonna …" That seemed to only spur her on more. No longer able to help himself he thrust into her mouth once, twice, and then he came with a groan. She stayed there, her lips glued around him until he finished.
 

She sat up and swallowed. Lance reached for her and pulled her down against him. "Fuck me. That was hot."

* * *

"Can we go soon?" Abby was whispering into Lance's ear, but she still couldn't manage to stop the whiny tone from entering her voice.
 

Lance looked down at her sitting against him on the couch, his eyes examining her face. "What's wrong? I thought we were having fun."

Abby shrugged. "When I agreed to come you said we wouldn't stay long. It's been over three hours and I'm getting tired. I want to go home."

The muscle in Lance's jaw flexed and his lips thinned into a hard line. "You want me to take you back to your apartment?"
 

Abby's eyes widened. "No, that's not what I meant. I want us to go home. To your place."

He relaxed, then. "Soon, sweetheart." He kissed her and smiled before turning back to his friends.
 

Abby sat back, feeling irritated and tired. She'd had a couple of drinks and had actually been enjoying herself at a party, which was new and different for her. It probably helped that she was with Lance, who didn't abandon her within fifteen minutes of getting there like Megan usually did. But they'd been there for quite a while. It was getting close to midnight, and she was beginning to feel like she might turn into a pumpkin soon. Almost everyone was drunk now, so they were getting rowdier and crazier. And Abby wasn't drunk. She'd had just enough alcohol to make things fun for a while, and then sleepy.
 

Lance jostled her. "Hey. You ready?"

Abby blinked a few times and rubbed her eyes. "Yeah. Let's go."

Lance stood and gave one of the guys he was talking to one of those man hugs where they clasp hands and then smack each other on the back. He grabbed Abby's hand, pulling her along behind him in the path he cleared through the crowd.

It was still warm outside from the 100 degree high of the day. It was early for it to be that hot already. That didn't usually happen until August. They'd even taken Abby's car, since Lance's didn't have air conditioning. Lance had still insisted on driving anyway. Abby had just rolled her eyes and handed him her keys. It wasn't worth arguing about, and he knew where they were going better than she did anyway.

"Do we need to find Megan?" Lance asked when they got to the sidewalk.

Abby shook her head. "No. Megan will take care of herself like she always does. I'll text her when we get to the car to let her know we're gone."
 

Lance nodded and turned to walk down the block to where they'd parked, leaving Abby to trail after him. She gave him a questioning look when he held her car door open for her, but he didn't react. When he slid into the driver's seat and started the car, she waited a moment for him to rest a hand on her thigh, but he didn't. His hands clenched around the steering wheel, the muscles in his arms flexing as he did so.
 

She stared at his profile for a moment, trying and failing to figure out what was wrong with him. He'd never acted like this to her before. "Is something wrong, Lance?"

His nostrils flared, and that muscle in his jaw flexed again, but he didn't say anything. Abby waited.
 

Finally. "Did you have a nice nap back there?" His voice was quiet and restrained.
 

What?
"You're mad at me for being tired?"

He snorted. "I'm not mad at you for being tired. I just— I thought we were having a good time and all of a sudden you're wanting to leave."

Abby stared at him. "Lance, it's midnight."

"So?"

"So? You promised me that we'd only stay for a couple hours. We left my place at eight. It's midnight. That's more than a couple hours. If anyone should be mad, it's me." She kept her voice low and even, but not without effort.

Lance snorted again. "You're the only one with a right to be mad, huh?"

"You know I don't like parties. I've never made that a secret. I only came because you wanted to and you said we wouldn't stay that long. If you remember, I wanted to stay home tonight, but you pushed me into doing what you wanted like always." Her volume control was slipping, and her voice grew louder as she spoke.

"I always push you into doing things. Really? You're going to go with that?"

"Yes!" Abby was shouting now. "You've been pushing me into things since the first night we met!"

Lance laughed, low and mean sounding. "Abby, you've pushed back plenty. Miss 'I have to do laundry' every fucking time I try to get you to do something with me. I'm surprised you didn't try that one tonight."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "I only ever used that to get out of spending time with you. Tonight I wanted to be with you. Just you. Because you're leaving soon. In two weeks this will all be over, and I wanted to spend time with you."

"I know I'm leaving!" It was Lance's turn to shout, punctuating his words with a hit to the steering wheel. "I'm leaving and I wanted to hang with my friends and go to a party. Because soon I won't be able to. I'll be gone and my life as I know it will be over."

"Then why didn't you just go and let me stay home?"

"I wanted to have some fun and take my girlfriend to a party! Why is that so awful?"

Abby froze. She stared at him. He was breathing hard, his nostrils still flaring, his hands clenching the steering wheel. "I'm not your girlfriend." Her voice was barely above a whisper.
 

"What the fuck does that mean?" He yanked the steering wheel, pulling into a random parking lot, throwing the car into park and turning to face Abby. His face was livid.

Abby pulled back against the door, shaking her head. "This is just a summer fling. I'm not your girlfriend. You've never called me your girlfriend."

"So what are we then? Fuck buddies? I've never had a fuck buddy stay over every night for a month before. But if that's all this is to you, then fine. You're not my girlfriend."

Abby flinched, his words hitting her like a slap in the face. "That's not— Lance, I just— I never expected this."
 

"Never expected what?" His voice was tired, resigned, but his eyes still blazed with intensity.
 

"I never expected you. This." She gestured between them. "Us. I never expected you to want to see me after the first couple dates. Or to fix my car. Or for you to take me home to sleep at your house and make it so I can't sleep well on my own anymore." She paused for a moment, looking at her hands then out the window. "This was supposed to just be casual. You weren't supposed to call me your girlfriend."
 

When Lance didn't respond right away, Abby finally looked at him. He was still staring at her, his eyes flicking over her face, but the anger was gone from his expression. He scrubbed his face with his hands. "I know. I didn't expect this either." He reached out to her, tucking some stray strands of hair that had escaped her ponytail behind her ear. "But this isn't casual, Abby. It's not just some fling. It would be over by now if that were true."

Abby nodded, firmly pushing down the warmth that stirred inside her at his words. She knew it was already too late, that she was in way too deep to be okay with just letting go of him in two weeks. But she needed to try to pretend, for now at least, that she didn't care about him as much as she did. That he didn't care about her. Otherwise, she'd never be able to make it until he left without begging him to stay. And she couldn't bring herself to do that to either of them.
 

Lance pulled her close and kissed her over the console that divided their seats. For once Abby preferred Lance's car with its bench seat over her own.
 

Lance put the car in drive and they drove the rest of the way home in silence, his hand caressing her leg.