Sanctuary - Side 2

Abby and I finally set a date for our wedding which will be April 23rd and we have to start planning now. It’s two weeks later and Abby, along with her mom and friends are going out today to go dress shopping which she is ecstatic about.

A few hours later, I texted Abby.

Hey.

Hey. What’s up?

Did a little shopping. About to eat with my mom and the girls. You?

Out to eat with the guys.

A moment or two later, I heard Jack’s phone; he smiled while answering it.

“Miranda?” I asked.

“Who else would it be?” he said, not looking up.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed his phone.

“Alex!”

I miss you so much, baby.

It was from him.

“You are lovesick, dude.”

“I can’t help it. You know how much I like her.”

“I know, but you two text too much.”

“Don’t tell me you and Abby never texted like that.”

I was about to respond when I heard my phone vibrate.

Tell Jack to stop texting. I confiscated Miranda’s phone.

Thank you.

Later on that day, Jack and I received texts at the same time. It was a pic of Abby and Miranda kissing each other in a store with no context whatsoever. What I responded with might be something many people, mainly women who would roll their eyes, but I couldn't help myself.

When did this happen? You look hot, babe!

Abby and her mom came home an hour or so later. I greeted Abby when she walked in the door second.

“Welcome home.” I said kissing her.

“You make it sound like I’ve been gone for days.” she said, kissing me back.

“Still. I’m glad to see you.”

“I’m glad to see you, too.”

We walked and she sat down, propping her feet on the table once her shoes were off.

“Feet sore?”

“A lot of moving happened today. Hell, we were in Target for an hour.”

“That’s insane.”

“We’re women.” her mom chimed in.

“What she said.”

“You had a good day, then?”

“We had a great day. Happy to be home. How was your day?”

“Great. Me and the guys didn’t shop till we dropped like you ladies did, but it was a great one.”

Come late evening, Abby and I retreated to our bedroom as her mom retreated to the guest room. I was hoping that she was going to explain that pic she sent me earlier.

“Can I hear about that picture?”

“Oh, the one with my other fiancée?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“What?”

“This disgusting guy was eyeing up Miranda, so I suggested she put her ring on her left finger and we held hands.”

“Was this your idea?”

“Yep and she totally went with it. When our friends still saw that he was still looking at her, I told her to kiss me. She thought I was joking, but when I told her I wasn’t, she kissed me.”

“And he stopped?”

“He looked so dejected and pathetic. You would’ve loved it.”

“I bet. It’s amazing what friends will do for each other, even that.”

“I enjoyed myself. Brielle even said that if we weren’t already taken that we’d make a cute couple.”

“Did she?”

“She did, but I don’t plan on breaking up with you anytime soon." she said, crawling into my lap.

"That's a relief. I'd miss all of this." I said, tracing her body with my hands.

"Ditto."

"Ditto?"

"Shut up and kiss me, Gaskarth."

I smirked and engaged her in a deep kiss.

"Can we break a rule?" she asked after a couple of minutes of our heavy make-out session.

"I'm always up for breaking rules. What'd you have in mind?"

My hands were on the small of her back as her shirt was riding up.

"Well, it has three letters."

"Hmm... three letters. Wonder what it could be?"

I bit my lip and pretended to think before I flipped her onto her back.

"I think you figured it out, genius."

She gave me that seductive look she knows I love so much.

"How are we supposed to stay quiet?" I asked.

"That's a fantastic question."

"Because you are the loudest person I know and I love it."

She slipped her hand between us and into my pants, taking hold of my cock and began stroking me; a subtle moan escaped my lips.

"Fuck, Abby."

I grasped the sheets as she continued to pleasure me and I also bit down on her neck causing her to moan.

"Alex."

"We need to get naked before I come."

"Yeah."

Once we got that done, she went back to pleasuring me, but instead of continuing to give me a hand job, she replaced it with her mouth. I threw my head back and had difficulty refraining from moaning; I didn't last much longer as I came and for the first time, she decided to swallow.

"That's a first.”

“You like?” she asked as she faced me and placed my hands on her chest.

“I love, but part of me misses cleaning off your face.” I said, squeezing her breasts.

She moaned into my neck.

“How about sometimes I swallow and other times, you come onto my face? The best of both worlds.”

“That’s a brilliant idea.”

“I have another question.”

“You up for me sitting on your face?”

She was biting her lip as she looked straight into my eyes. I responded by rubbing her.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” she gasped.

We maneuvered so I was lying at the top of the bed and she was facing the wall.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

I placed my hands on the inside of her thighs and soon I put my mouth on the lips of her pussy and she moaned instantly.

“Someone feels good.”

“Stop talking.”

She pressed her hands against the wall in an attempt to steady herself; my tongue was on her clit soon enough.

“Oh my God.”

My mouth and tongue were all over the place and it was wonderful. Within five-ten minutes, she was ready as her thighs began to quiver.

“Almost.” I said breathlessly.

And... she's there. She dropped her head and tried to catch her breath.

“Thank you.”

She moved so she wasn’t hovering over my face.

“My pleasure.” I said, flipping her over again.

“We need to do that again.”

“That was so much fun.”

“I just wish I had something to grip. My hands are a little sore from pressing my hands against the wall.”

“Let me see them.”

She smiled and handed them to me. I ran my thumbs across her palms.

“Feel any better?”

“That feels wonderful. More reason to do that again.”

I laughed. She buried her face into my neck and collapsed into me with my arms wrapped around her. We were tempted to do more, but we didn’t know if we could continue to control ourselves under these conditions.

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