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all in, how to pleasure him and take pleasure from him. The effect she was having on him was electric, and it was all he could do to hold his lust at bay.
He had barely gotten himself back under control by the time he turned into the parking lot of the Verizon Theatre. A mixture of regret and relief filled him as her embrace relaxed and she straightened up, her body pulling away from his as she did so. He took his time finding a parking space, giving his raging erection time to subside before he had to get off the bike.
“I hope you like Offspring,” he said over his shoulder as he finally pulled into a space. “Alkaline Trio and Street Dogs are opening.”
“Oh my God, are you serious ?” she squealed with delight. “They’re like, one of my favorite bands ever !” Bouncing up and down on the back of the bike, she renewed her tight embrace.
Chris smiled dryly at the hopeful stirring below his belt. Patience, buddy, patience .
* * *
Arm-in-arm, they made their way into the building, and Abby felt a thrill of pleasure at the jealous looks more than one woman cast her way. The weight of his arm around her shoulders already had her thinking about how his weight would feel in other ways, and the envious glances as they moved towards the concession stands stirred something primal and possessive from deep within her body. Despite her earlier resolve not to let herself fall for the handsome stranger beside her, Abby was overwhelmed by her desire to kiss him, to feel his full lips against her own as her hands laid claim to the flesh beneath his shirt. The thought of doing it in front of his passing admirers only fueled the fire that was building between her thighs as they jostled their way through the crowd to get in one of the concession lines.
All of the concession stands were packed. Behind her, Chris stayed protectively close, and she was acutely aware of his hand lightly touching her waist as he guided her through the mob. Wishing she’d worn the midriff baring t-shirt she’d initially picked out, she imagined how it would feel to have his fingers drift across her bare side, or stroke across her belly. She’d yet to get herself back under control after nearly climaxing on the ride over, and the unexpected sensation of his sparsely stubbled jaw grazing against her ear as he asked what she wanted to drink nearly sent her to her knees. By the time they’d finally moved to within a few people of the counter, she knew she might as well throw her resolve in the nearby trashcan. She was hooked.
“Coors Lite,” she answered shakily, retrieving her driver’s license from her backpack.
Almost immediately, he snatched it from her and tucked it into his back pocket. “Nice try,” he scolded, shaking a stern finger at her. “Not interested in spending half the concert trying to talk some cop out of busting you for minor in possession. Or me,” he added, “for contributing or something.” He stepped forward and ordered her a soda, then asked if she could find her way to their seats okay before excusing himself to make a run for the restroom.
“Oh Em Gee! He is like, so hot!”
Abby looked around to see two teenaged girls standing off to one side, both staring slack-jawed at Chris’ rapidly vanishing back. One of them took a step back and sized Abby up. “Tell me that’s your brother and he’s single,” she demanded.
“He’s my boyfriend.” Abby felt a shiver ripple up her spine as she said it. My boyfriend . She liked the way that sounded, even if it wasn’t quite the right term. Now both girls were staring at her, clearly impressed. She found she liked that too, though she couldn’t put her finger on why. It wasn’t just the pleasure of being the object of envy; there was more to it than that, something familiar but forgotten.
The second girl shook her head and looked back towards the crowd where Chris had vanished. “So tell us he has a brother, then, and he’s single.”
“And
He had barely gotten himself back under control by the time he turned into the parking lot of the Verizon Theatre. A mixture of regret and relief filled him as her embrace relaxed and she straightened up, her body pulling away from his as she did so. He took his time finding a parking space, giving his raging erection time to subside before he had to get off the bike.
“I hope you like Offspring,” he said over his shoulder as he finally pulled into a space. “Alkaline Trio and Street Dogs are opening.”
“Oh my God, are you serious ?” she squealed with delight. “They’re like, one of my favorite bands ever !” Bouncing up and down on the back of the bike, she renewed her tight embrace.
Chris smiled dryly at the hopeful stirring below his belt. Patience, buddy, patience .
* * *
Arm-in-arm, they made their way into the building, and Abby felt a thrill of pleasure at the jealous looks more than one woman cast her way. The weight of his arm around her shoulders already had her thinking about how his weight would feel in other ways, and the envious glances as they moved towards the concession stands stirred something primal and possessive from deep within her body. Despite her earlier resolve not to let herself fall for the handsome stranger beside her, Abby was overwhelmed by her desire to kiss him, to feel his full lips against her own as her hands laid claim to the flesh beneath his shirt. The thought of doing it in front of his passing admirers only fueled the fire that was building between her thighs as they jostled their way through the crowd to get in one of the concession lines.
All of the concession stands were packed. Behind her, Chris stayed protectively close, and she was acutely aware of his hand lightly touching her waist as he guided her through the mob. Wishing she’d worn the midriff baring t-shirt she’d initially picked out, she imagined how it would feel to have his fingers drift across her bare side, or stroke across her belly. She’d yet to get herself back under control after nearly climaxing on the ride over, and the unexpected sensation of his sparsely stubbled jaw grazing against her ear as he asked what she wanted to drink nearly sent her to her knees. By the time they’d finally moved to within a few people of the counter, she knew she might as well throw her resolve in the nearby trashcan. She was hooked.
“Coors Lite,” she answered shakily, retrieving her driver’s license from her backpack.
Almost immediately, he snatched it from her and tucked it into his back pocket. “Nice try,” he scolded, shaking a stern finger at her. “Not interested in spending half the concert trying to talk some cop out of busting you for minor in possession. Or me,” he added, “for contributing or something.” He stepped forward and ordered her a soda, then asked if she could find her way to their seats okay before excusing himself to make a run for the restroom.
“Oh Em Gee! He is like, so hot!”
Abby looked around to see two teenaged girls standing off to one side, both staring slack-jawed at Chris’ rapidly vanishing back. One of them took a step back and sized Abby up. “Tell me that’s your brother and he’s single,” she demanded.
“He’s my boyfriend.” Abby felt a shiver ripple up her spine as she said it. My boyfriend . She liked the way that sounded, even if it wasn’t quite the right term. Now both girls were staring at her, clearly impressed. She found she liked that too, though she couldn’t put her finger on why. It wasn’t just the pleasure of being the object of envy; there was more to it than that, something familiar but forgotten.
The second girl shook her head and looked back towards the crowd where Chris had vanished. “So tell us he has a brother, then, and he’s single.”
“And
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