I decided not to share what he already knew and only mumbled, “Uh…”
“I’ll give it to you, bao bei, but we can’t spend all our time fucking,” he told me.
He was right, though we could try.
“What do you wanna talk about?” I asked.
“You. Me. Our future. The fact we have a future meaning we gotta talk about it.”
He was right about that too.
I wrapped my arms around him and slid a leg out to curve it around the back of his thigh.
I did this to hold him, a gesture of affection, but his face darkened and he whispered, “She doesn’t play fair.”
“What?”
He studied me for a second before he spoke.
“Lilah.” He dipped closer. “I smell you, all of you. Told you I can smell your cunt. Had that smell enough times when you wanted me to do somethin’ with it to know when that is, which is what it smells like now. You opening your legs for me, call of the wild.”
Call of the wild.
Nice.
“It might make me a freak, but that’s totally hot,” I shared.
“It is. So is your pussy right now. And I’ll control myself ’cause we gotta have a get-to-know-you and discuss-our-future chat. But what I’m sayin’ is, in future, you gotta have a mind to that.”
“Okay, Abel,” I agreed, then asked, “Do you want me to close my legs?”
“No, like it,” he murmured.
Totally nice.
“Right,” I said through a smile.
His eyes dropped to my mouth and he growled irritably, “Lilah.”
Now I was confused.
“What?”
He looked to my eyes. “Baby, your smell coupled with that pleased-as-fuck, sexy little smile that says you know you got me wrapped around your finger and you like it is gonna get you fucked, in the good way. So cool it.”
Holy shitoly.
“I have you wrapped around my finger?”
He looked to the headboard, which meant yes.
Oh man, I so liked that.
“Okay, I’ll be a good girl,” I told him.
To which he told the headboard, “Now all I can think is how good a girl she can be.”
I slapped his arm. “Abel.” He looked down at me. “It isn’t me who has sex on the brain with everything I say.”
“Bullshit, Lilah. Remember, I can smell it.”
“Then maybe we should just have sex,” I suggested hopefully.
“And she gets her way,” he groused.
I buried my grin at that.
“We’ll be quick,” I offered, and he rolled so I was on top.
“No,” he replied, looking up at me. “You will.”
Oh yeah.
I couldn’t stop it that time. I grinned.
He frowned at my mouth.
I instantly commenced in doing something about that frown and I did it quick. I ended up riding him hard. Taking his big dick myself, stretching myself wide, filling myself full, fast and rough, again and again, my hands at my breasts, fingers at my nipples, eyes to my man, who had his fingers clamped deep in the flesh of my hips and was staring up at me with a face filled with hunger.
Fucking ecstasy.
I came and kept riding him until I gave Abel the same.
When we were done, I collapsed on top of him, got my breath under control, lifted my head, and looked into his sated, now-both-chocolate-brown eyes.
“Now we can talk.”
One hand at the back of my neck, one at my ass, he squeezed both and his lips quirked, but he said nothing.
“I can’t help it if you’ve got a big dick and I like it,” I defended.
At that, he chuckled, his fingers sliding up in my hair and bringing my face down to get his kiss. It was long, slow, gentle, and sweet, perfect after we had quick, hard, and rough.
He broke it at the same time he tensed, his head turning sharply toward the door.
“What?” I whispered.
“Fuck. Wei,” he replied and looked up at me. “Dress, pussycat. Nightshirt’s okay. He won’t be here long.”
I nodded and we were out of bed in a flash, this including me losing him from inside me, which made me gasp for two reasons.
He set me on my feet, bent, retrieved my nightgown and panties, and handed them to me.
I took them and dashed to the bathroom while Abel moved to the chair where he’d thrown his jeans the night before, just as there was a knock at the door.
I got behind the closed door and dressed, deciding to take care of some other pertinent business while I was in there, doing this as I heard Abel open the door.
“Special delivery,” Wei said as greeting.
“We’re gonna hang tight outside, give Lilah some privacy,” Abel returned, and I heard the door close, knowing from the silence they were on the other side of it and feeling that settle in my belly. There was a door to the toilet but no ceiling, and even though I didn’t have a ton of hang-ups, taking care of business while two guys could hear it wasn’t something I was hankering to do.
I got it done and left the bathroom, calling, “All clear,” knowing at least Abel would hear me through the steel and cement (which meant he could probably hear the other parts, but…whatever).
The door opened.
I had a loaded toothbrush in my hand when it did and I moved back, shoving it in my mouth and lifting a hand to wave to Wei.
“Yo, Lilah,” Wei greeted.
I waved harder and smiled through building foam.
The men walked in, both carrying coolers. I went to the sink but did it turned, watching them move to the kitchen.
Also listening.
“All’s clear on the home front,” Wei reported as he put his cooler on the floor. Abel went to the fridge and opened it, setting his cooler on the floor also, but he kept bent and slid the lid open.