ABBIE
The pounding on my door startled me, waking me from a nap I hadn't intended to take. My time with King had worn me out, though, and I was still wearing the same clothes I'd been wearing when I last saw him. I walked to the door, trying my best to keep my heart rate under control, when I heard King's voice through the door.
“Abbie?” he called, pounding on the door again. “You in there? It's me.”
Something in the tone of his voice told me there was a problem. King wasn't somebody who got rattled easily, but judging by the near panic I heard in his voice, it sounded as if someone had died. Or worse.
“I'm here, King,” I said, fighting with the locks on my door.
As soon as the door swung open, King pulled me into a tight embrace and held me for several long moments.
“What's wrong?” I asked.
My pulse raced. Even though it was only King at my door and not a hockey mask wearing ax murderer, I was still scared by the way he was acting. It was way out of character. Something wasn't right. King finally let go of me – albeit, reluctantly – and slammed the door behind him, quickly locking both the knob and the dead bolt.
“King, what's going on?” I asked again.
Still, no answer as he moved over to the windows.
“Has anyone been by? Other than me, I mean,” he asked, finally speaking.
“No,” I responded, finding the question rather odd and feeling even more unsettled. “Why?”
“Good,” he said. King pulled back the blinds and stared out at the parking lot.
Night had fallen and it was dark, but the lights in the parking lot illuminated everything outside my apartment. I made sure all the lights were in good working order. Safety reasons, obviously.
King plopped down on my couch, sitting near the door, with a big sigh and a relieved look on his face.
“Care to tell me what's going on?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest and staring down at him.
“Not really. But there's nothing to worry about, Abbie, I promise you that.”
“Okay, but why the freakout, then?” I asked. “You come storming in here and, to be honest, you're freaking me out.”
King didn't answer. Instead he patted the couch next to him. “Sit, please?”
I hesitated, mainly to show him I wasn't one to be bossed around, before reluctantly joining him on the couch. He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close.
“I'm going to hang out here for a while, if you don't mind,” he said. “I'm not letting you out of my sight.”
That didn't sound like things were okay or that I had nothing to worry about to me.
“King, please – ”
“It's just a misunderstanding, Abbie. I'm sure everything is going to be fine. I just want to be careful, that's all.” King pushed a strand of my hair from my face and smiled. “Did I wake you up?”
Just a misunderstanding? Why wouldn't he tell me more? What in the hell was going on? He didn't seem to be inclined to talk about it just yet, so all I could do was play along. He would eventually give in and tell me what was happening and what had him so spooked.
“Yeah, I fell asleep on the couch after I got home,” I said, stifling a yawn. “You sure know how to wear a girl out.”
“Good thing you got some rest, then,” he said and then kissed me.
He managed to quiet all my fears, all my worries, with his mouth and tongue. He very nearly managed to make me forget my own name. King was a very, very good kisser. Holding onto my face, he kept me close to him, kissing my lips before moving down to my neck.
“King – ” I gasped.
“What is it, Abbie?” he asked, staring up with those soulful blue eyes of his.
“Are you sure everything is going to be fine?”
“Do you trust me, Abbie?” he asked.
Nodding, I said, “I do.”
“Then trust me when I tell you that everything will be just fine. I won't let anything happen to you, got it?”
I gave him a small smile and he went back to kissing my neck. As he ran his tongue down to my collarbone and back, my thoughts got a bit scattered. And when his hand worked its way up my leg and underneath my skirt, those remaining scattered thoughts were obliterated completely. I moaned as his fingers pressed against the delicate material of my panties before he pushed it aside and slid a finger deep inside of me.
Gripping him tightly, I moved my hips and ground myself down on his hand, forcing his fingers even deeper inside of me than they already were. Somehow, even in the middle of all the craziness, he made me feel safe. Even with everything going on, the potential danger beckoning at our door, when I was with King, I felt like everything would be okay.
I relaxed in his arms, let him touch me, kiss me, and stopped worrying about what he could be hiding from me. Because the truth of the matter was, I did trust him. Maybe I shouldn't, but I did. I trusted him with my body and my heart. I trusted him with my life.
King pushed me down on the couch and hovered above me, his fingers still working their magic inside of me as he moved them in and out, hard and deep. I moaned, bit my bottom lip, and thrashed my head from side to side. He was driving me crazy and I couldn't remove his pants fast enough, fighting with the belt buckle as King pushed my skirt up farther, leaning down to kiss me, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. It felt like he sucked the breath right from my lungs, and it felt amazing. I never wanted it to stop, even if I suffocated under the weight of his body – I'd at least die happy.
But I was even happier when I heard the sound of his zipper. His pants slid down his body and my hands followed. I grabbed onto that firm, tight ass and pulled him down onto me, wrapping my legs around his waist. I wanted him as close to me as humanly possible.
I needed him inside of me.
And he felt that need, I could tell. He shared the need with me, in fact. Because there was no time for playing around or fumbling, he didn't tease me. I gasped as King slipped his hard cock inside of me. He filled me up and stretched me in ways no other man had before and in ways that felt utterly amazing.
I looked him in the eye and bit my bottom lip, reveling in the sensation of him moving his cock slowly inside of me.
“Fuck me, King,” I moaned. “I want you to fuck me. Now.”
He gave me a lascivious grin and braced himself on his arms, looking down at me. I squeezed him between my thighs and slid my hands down his back, digging my nails into his ass, encouraging him to give me what I wanted. What I needed.
King, of course, obliged. He leaned and kissed me, our tongues dancing in my mouth as he started to pound me harder and faster. My moans turned to screams as he began to fuck me even harder, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing in my apartment.
I thrust my hips up to meet him, trying to take him even deeper inside of me. The connection I felt to him was intense and made my body feel like it was humming with an electrical current. I dug my nails even harder into his ass as he continued to pound me harder. King kissed my neck, sliding his tongue down to suck on my nipples.
It was amazing and I screamed out loud. King was moaning, his thrusting becoming more frantic, more urgent. I felt my climax continuing to build and get stronger as he thrust himself deep and wildly inside of me. And then the dam broke without warning and a flood of sensations tore through my body like a bolt of lightning.
I screamed and my body twitched as I came incredibly hard. Of course, that was how I always seemed to cum with King – hard. I reflected on the fact that he was a gifted and talented man as I tried to catch my breath and slow my heart rate down to something other than “just ran two marathons back to back.”
King was moaning and squeezed his eyes shut, no doubt trying to prolong our little sex session. As he leaned down to kiss me again, I pulled him down lower so he could hear me.
“Cum for me, King,” I moaned. “Cum for me now. Fill me up, baby. I want your warm, sweet cum inside of me.”
And then it was over. King's body jerked and spasmed as he came. He moaned loudly and called my name as he filled me up with his seed.
It was amazing – as always.