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The room slowly came into focus as you grabbed the nearest thing to you. You made your way to a chair and sat down looking around. A desk in the middle of the room. Famed certificates on the walls. Worn down file cabinets.
You overheard a few clanks and a chain shaking around before sliding into place.
Wait, why weren't you in an apartment?
Abrams threw his jacket on a coat hook, nearly knocking it down, and pointed a gun at you.
"Who paid you to seduce the tome out of my hands?" The book was slammed onto his desk.
"What are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about! Breaking into my office, destroying my car!" He yelled exasperated by his life now. "But that didn't kill me, so now they're resorting to this."
He gestured his gun up and down all over your body.
"I don't know how they figured out my type, but," He eyed the cross you're wearing and pulled at it.
"They should have told you to leave this at home. Tipped me off. Church girls don't go chasing after demons at bars." he sneered, holding the cross between his fingers.
He breaks it off completely and lets it slink onto an end table.
"My mother gave me that!" You plead suddenly sobering up to the whole situation. Your hands grasped onto your empty neck. "I haven't gone in years."
"Good cover," Abrams leaned over both hands on each arm of your chair. His face is close enough for you to smell the mix of tobacco and bourbon of his breath. "But I don't believe you."
You closed your eyes. Trying not to cry. All you wanted was to get his attention. You got the wrong kind because of your bashful nature and fear of rejection. You couldn't just be straight with it? Could you? You couldn't just blurt out how his mere presence made you weak. How even him glaring at you at the diner had felt nice.
You opened your now teary eyes to see his face had softened along with his grip on the chair. He placed his gun next to your broken necklace.
"I don't want to have to hurt a pretty doll like you." Abrams sighed and pushed back loose hair behind your ear. "So I'm going to give you a chance to tell me the truth. Who paid you?"
That small physical gesture caused your heart to race. You wanted more.
"Nobody." You grabbed his hand and tried your hardest to speak up. "I just really like you."
He stepped back. He hesitated. He curses at himself under his breath. Nothing could ever be easy for him when it came to having this damned book. Fine. He could handle whatever reinforcements would come busting through the door.
"You wanna play like that," he shakes his head, slips his suspenders off over his shoulders, and throws off his tie.
"Then come over here," he huffed out and sat in the extra chair across from you. "and prove it."
For how much you had scolded yourself for not being straight up with him before, he wasn't much better. He didn't trust you or believe a word you said, but now he was just asking you to seduce him. His face was set in stone, but you could barely make out a flush of pinkish purple on his face. Was that from the alcohol or something else?
You tried to control yourself not to leap on him. Even with his gun now out of reach, he was still at least multiple heads above you with bulk to match it.
He could strangle you easily; he could throw you against the wall, hell out the godforsaken window if he felt like it.
You could have unlocked the door behind you if you were fast enough. You could have ran out, yet you didn't. An opportunity like this would never come again. He'd never let you close like this again in a more sober state.
You inched slowly, trying not to go too fast for fear of him thinking you were going to attack him or signal someone. You were standing between his legs about to reach for him-
"Hold on." Abrams muttered and gave you a pat down, searching for a weapon. He lingered on your ass for a moment before returning his hands to the chair.
Man still didn't believe you. He wants proof? You'll give it to him.
You grabbed the sides of his face and pushed your lips to his. Your eyes kept closed waiting for him to move.
He slowly began to kiss back, testing taking pecks while holding the back of your head. Fingers twirling through your hair. Each kiss given and received is more desperate than the last. Relief flowed through your body, your hands moving down his neck, then gripping onto his broad shoulders as a lifeline. As if you kept holding onto them, this moment would never end.
You craved more and grabbed at his shirt, fumbling over the buttons. Desperately pulling them out, not giving them a single glance, too busy keeping your lips locked to his. He helps un-tucking the shirt from his pants, undoing the last few buttons, and pulling it off his shoulders.
God damn, his chest was nearly filled with hair. Your fingers brush through it, grazing over his nipples, your hands exploring all over the exposed torso. He doesn't give you much time for the exploration to continue as he knocks your hands away to unzip his trousers and pull them down along with the underwear.
Your lustful late night imaginations weren't far off. His cock was bigger than the few you had seen before. It was a darker blue than the rest of his body and almost fully erect.
You get on your knees and press your lips to the pink tinged tip, giving it a chaste kiss. You trail your lips to the base and give a long, slow lick back to the tip.
He took a sharp inhale as you slowly swirled your tongue around the head. You ease the tip slowly into your mouth, more intimidated than you'd like to admit by its size, not even completely to the halfway point before earning a groan and twitch of his legs.
"Shit," he pulled at your hair trying to resist the urge to slam himself fully into your mouth. "You actually- damn it."
You're suddenly lifted up, and he practically slams you onto his desk. He pulls at the bottom of your shirt, and you undo the first few buttons before getting it yanked off your head. Your bra is pushed upward, exposing your breasts. Nipples are barely given a moment to be exposed to air before his tongue and mouth are latched on to one, and his hand kneads the other. His tongue flicks back and forth, side to side, and you feel yourself becoming wet. You whimper and cover your mouth before you start moaning.
"Please," you managed to get out between suppressed moans. " I need more."
Your skirt is lifted up; his hands graze up your outer thighs and find their way to the top hem of your pantyhose, pulling down as carefully as he could. An elastic tearing could be heard before he gave up on doing it carefully and yanked them off. You pulled the last of the torn fabric from your ankles and kicked them to the side. Your skirt and panties followed suit, adding to the growing pile.
You spread your legs, expecting him to take you right then and there, but to your shock, he gets on his knees and places your legs over his shoulders. Then his mouth dove in and greedily lapped at your folds. That fire in your lower stomach started to build as you felt his tongue explore your most sensitive areas. Desperate for release of any kind, lust taking over your mind, you grabbed his horns and rolled your hips.
He suddenly stopped the motions of his tongue and groans against your core, causing a sensation you found irresistible. Was it you rolling your hips that made him stop or-
You release your grip on his horns.
"No," Abrams grumbled between breaths, "put your hands back."
Obediently, you eased your hand over, not gripping as hard as before but still holding on. You got into a sweet pattern of him diving his tongue in to meet the roll of your hips. Wanton moans poured out. You rode his mouth and caressed his horns, pulling vibrating groans out of his body that you were now addicted to. You felt yourself getting closer to that edge, practically grinding against his face, but he finally pulled away.
Your whimper was quickly shut with his hand covering your mouth.
"That's enough." He panted, his chest rising up and down with impatience. He stood between your legs. His glasses were slightly askew, his lower face covered in your juices, and his cock throbbing with need, so tantalizingly close to where you wanted it. Why would he want to stop now?
"Don't stop!" you pleaded, your arousal melting your shyness away, wanting nothing more than to have him pound you into the desk. "That's not eno-"
His hand moved to the back of your head and was replaced by his rough mouth.
"I ain't stopping."
With a wet, sloppy kiss, he finally thrusts into you. Moans were barely contained by your locked lips as he gave into his urges and set up a rapid pace.
"Too good," He hissed into your ear between thrusts. "Too damn good."
The desk shook with each thrust. Your nails desperately dig into the desk. He kissed and licked your neck as he pounded into you.
You felt your core driving you upward as he drilled into you. Higher and higher, like your lungs and heart were about to burst.
The sound of skin against skin, his desperate groans, his erection slamming into you again and again.
You grind your hips into his thrusts, losing yourself in the ecstasy of overwhelming sensations. Waves of pleasure wash over you, your back arching as you ride out your orgasm. Your walls throb and clench around his cock. He reaches his climax with a loud moan, irregularly pumping into you before finally stilling.
The room was finally silent. Abrams' body was heavy on top of you. You could feel his every breath, his heart beat, and his chest hair against you. The mix of musk and sweat was intoxicating. You never wanted him to leave.
But time must go on.
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AUTHOR'S COMMENTS: This took longer than I thought it would....I hope it was worth the weight ;).
Maybe eventually I'll add another chapter but I've got so many things I gotta work on.
You overheard a few clanks and a chain shaking around before sliding into place.
Wait, why weren't you in an apartment?
Abrams threw his jacket on a coat hook, nearly knocking it down, and pointed a gun at you.
"Who paid you to seduce the tome out of my hands?" The book was slammed onto his desk.
"What are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about! Breaking into my office, destroying my car!" He yelled exasperated by his life now. "But that didn't kill me, so now they're resorting to this."
He gestured his gun up and down all over your body.
"I don't know how they figured out my type, but," He eyed the cross you're wearing and pulled at it.
"They should have told you to leave this at home. Tipped me off. Church girls don't go chasing after demons at bars." he sneered, holding the cross between his fingers.
He breaks it off completely and lets it slink onto an end table.
"My mother gave me that!" You plead suddenly sobering up to the whole situation. Your hands grasped onto your empty neck. "I haven't gone in years."
"Good cover," Abrams leaned over both hands on each arm of your chair. His face is close enough for you to smell the mix of tobacco and bourbon of his breath. "But I don't believe you."
You closed your eyes. Trying not to cry. All you wanted was to get his attention. You got the wrong kind because of your bashful nature and fear of rejection. You couldn't just be straight with it? Could you? You couldn't just blurt out how his mere presence made you weak. How even him glaring at you at the diner had felt nice.
You opened your now teary eyes to see his face had softened along with his grip on the chair. He placed his gun next to your broken necklace.
"I don't want to have to hurt a pretty doll like you." Abrams sighed and pushed back loose hair behind your ear. "So I'm going to give you a chance to tell me the truth. Who paid you?"
That small physical gesture caused your heart to race. You wanted more.
"Nobody." You grabbed his hand and tried your hardest to speak up. "I just really like you."
He stepped back. He hesitated. He curses at himself under his breath. Nothing could ever be easy for him when it came to having this damned book. Fine. He could handle whatever reinforcements would come busting through the door.
"You wanna play like that," he shakes his head, slips his suspenders off over his shoulders, and throws off his tie.
"Then come over here," he huffed out and sat in the extra chair across from you. "and prove it."
For how much you had scolded yourself for not being straight up with him before, he wasn't much better. He didn't trust you or believe a word you said, but now he was just asking you to seduce him. His face was set in stone, but you could barely make out a flush of pinkish purple on his face. Was that from the alcohol or something else?
You tried to control yourself not to leap on him. Even with his gun now out of reach, he was still at least multiple heads above you with bulk to match it.
He could strangle you easily; he could throw you against the wall, hell out the godforsaken window if he felt like it.
You could have unlocked the door behind you if you were fast enough. You could have ran out, yet you didn't. An opportunity like this would never come again. He'd never let you close like this again in a more sober state.
You inched slowly, trying not to go too fast for fear of him thinking you were going to attack him or signal someone. You were standing between his legs about to reach for him-
"Hold on." Abrams muttered and gave you a pat down, searching for a weapon. He lingered on your ass for a moment before returning his hands to the chair.
Man still didn't believe you. He wants proof? You'll give it to him.
You grabbed the sides of his face and pushed your lips to his. Your eyes kept closed waiting for him to move.
He slowly began to kiss back, testing taking pecks while holding the back of your head. Fingers twirling through your hair. Each kiss given and received is more desperate than the last. Relief flowed through your body, your hands moving down his neck, then gripping onto his broad shoulders as a lifeline. As if you kept holding onto them, this moment would never end.
You craved more and grabbed at his shirt, fumbling over the buttons. Desperately pulling them out, not giving them a single glance, too busy keeping your lips locked to his. He helps un-tucking the shirt from his pants, undoing the last few buttons, and pulling it off his shoulders.
God damn, his chest was nearly filled with hair. Your fingers brush through it, grazing over his nipples, your hands exploring all over the exposed torso. He doesn't give you much time for the exploration to continue as he knocks your hands away to unzip his trousers and pull them down along with the underwear.
Your lustful late night imaginations weren't far off. His cock was bigger than the few you had seen before. It was a darker blue than the rest of his body and almost fully erect.
You get on your knees and press your lips to the pink tinged tip, giving it a chaste kiss. You trail your lips to the base and give a long, slow lick back to the tip.
He took a sharp inhale as you slowly swirled your tongue around the head. You ease the tip slowly into your mouth, more intimidated than you'd like to admit by its size, not even completely to the halfway point before earning a groan and twitch of his legs.
"Shit," he pulled at your hair trying to resist the urge to slam himself fully into your mouth. "You actually- damn it."
You're suddenly lifted up, and he practically slams you onto his desk. He pulls at the bottom of your shirt, and you undo the first few buttons before getting it yanked off your head. Your bra is pushed upward, exposing your breasts. Nipples are barely given a moment to be exposed to air before his tongue and mouth are latched on to one, and his hand kneads the other. His tongue flicks back and forth, side to side, and you feel yourself becoming wet. You whimper and cover your mouth before you start moaning.
"Please," you managed to get out between suppressed moans. " I need more."
Your skirt is lifted up; his hands graze up your outer thighs and find their way to the top hem of your pantyhose, pulling down as carefully as he could. An elastic tearing could be heard before he gave up on doing it carefully and yanked them off. You pulled the last of the torn fabric from your ankles and kicked them to the side. Your skirt and panties followed suit, adding to the growing pile.
You spread your legs, expecting him to take you right then and there, but to your shock, he gets on his knees and places your legs over his shoulders. Then his mouth dove in and greedily lapped at your folds. That fire in your lower stomach started to build as you felt his tongue explore your most sensitive areas. Desperate for release of any kind, lust taking over your mind, you grabbed his horns and rolled your hips.
He suddenly stopped the motions of his tongue and groans against your core, causing a sensation you found irresistible. Was it you rolling your hips that made him stop or-
You release your grip on his horns.
"No," Abrams grumbled between breaths, "put your hands back."
Obediently, you eased your hand over, not gripping as hard as before but still holding on. You got into a sweet pattern of him diving his tongue in to meet the roll of your hips. Wanton moans poured out. You rode his mouth and caressed his horns, pulling vibrating groans out of his body that you were now addicted to. You felt yourself getting closer to that edge, practically grinding against his face, but he finally pulled away.
Your whimper was quickly shut with his hand covering your mouth.
"That's enough." He panted, his chest rising up and down with impatience. He stood between your legs. His glasses were slightly askew, his lower face covered in your juices, and his cock throbbing with need, so tantalizingly close to where you wanted it. Why would he want to stop now?
"Don't stop!" you pleaded, your arousal melting your shyness away, wanting nothing more than to have him pound you into the desk. "That's not eno-"
His hand moved to the back of your head and was replaced by his rough mouth.
"I ain't stopping."
With a wet, sloppy kiss, he finally thrusts into you. Moans were barely contained by your locked lips as he gave into his urges and set up a rapid pace.
"Too good," He hissed into your ear between thrusts. "Too damn good."
The desk shook with each thrust. Your nails desperately dig into the desk. He kissed and licked your neck as he pounded into you.
You felt your core driving you upward as he drilled into you. Higher and higher, like your lungs and heart were about to burst.
The sound of skin against skin, his desperate groans, his erection slamming into you again and again.
You grind your hips into his thrusts, losing yourself in the ecstasy of overwhelming sensations. Waves of pleasure wash over you, your back arching as you ride out your orgasm. Your walls throb and clench around his cock. He reaches his climax with a loud moan, irregularly pumping into you before finally stilling.
The room was finally silent. Abrams' body was heavy on top of you. You could feel his every breath, his heart beat, and his chest hair against you. The mix of musk and sweat was intoxicating. You never wanted him to leave.
But time must go on.
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AUTHOR'S COMMENTS: This took longer than I thought it would....I hope it was worth the weight ;).
Maybe eventually I'll add another chapter but I've got so many things I gotta work on.
