𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗

Child's Game: Part Three

AN- I don't want to jinx anything but I may be able to get back into more frequent updates.
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"Holy shit." The blonde man pushed his friend back, slamming the door shut, their disbelief still heard through the door.
Abby tossed your clothing, nothing was said.
You both listened carefully, pressing your ears to the door and smiling at one another.
Despite the awkwardness of them barging in, it had been a cute and fun experience.
It seemed as if more people had joined into the room, waiting for you to exit the bathroom. Abby rolled her eyes and groaned.
She began to pace the bathroom, patiently waiting for the bedroom to clear out.
"What about you?" You wondered, finding your seat back on the counter.
"Don't worry about it." Abby waved her hand dismissively, staring down at her boots.
"That's not fair." You whined, hopping off the counter and grabbing her arm, stopping her in her tracks.
Abby sighed, placing her hand over yours, "Get us out of here and you can make it even."
You felt as if a weight was set upon her shoulders. You knew they were in deep shit if you stepped out of the room, and the crowd growing in the bedroom grew louder and louder with anticipation.
A light reflected off a small mirror on the counter, shining in your eye.
"The window." You stated proudly, realizing the light had been a reflection of a car headlight from outside.
"Too high." Abby sighed.
"It's like ten feet, we can make it." You felt optimistic.
"A little hard to run away with a broken ankle."
"Who said we had to jump?"
You began to raid the drawers, looking for towels and wash cloths to tie together.
You spent the next few minutes constructing a rope of some sorts from tied together toweles and wash clothes.
The plan was to throw the rope out the window and climb down it and escape, no one would ever know.
Abby guided you onto the rope after getting onto it herself, holding your waist. Abby tied the other end around the door knob to keep it from coming loose. After reaching the end of the rope, you jumped off, looking at the array of cars in the front yard.
"Which one's yours?" You asked Abby, hoping she was one of the last ones to arrive.
After all of this conflict, you seemed to have some luck. It turns out Abby came to the party to burn off some steam after her boyfriend Owen cheated on her with this other girl, who wasn't named. You squeezed through the maze of tightly packed cars, hand in hand, your cheeks hot at the thought of where those fingers had been moments ago.

She drove you back to her place, reassuring you it was okay for you to stay the night, considering you didn't have class the next day. She snuck you up to her room, "My parents will kill me if they find out you're here." Abby whispered as they went up the flight of steps.
It was honestly a smart move to stay at home while going to college, especially if the college wasn't too far away. You would've done this if you didn't live in a different state.
As quietly as she could, she shut and locked her door, letting out a sigh and resting her forehead against the wood after being successful.
"Thanks for saving us." Abby was still quiet, but no longer whispering.
"How do you think they got in anyways?" You wondered, sitting on her soft bed.
"Blonde dude owned the place."
Of course he did.
She sat next to you, settling in for a moment before meeting your gaze. You couldn't help but giggle, this all seemed so cliche.
"You're cute." Abby's hand found your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze.
Your heart erupted in your chest, your finger tips tingled and your mind went fuzzy. You couldn't help but smile and quietly thank her.
"So..." You began, hoping she'd pick up what you were putting down.
"So...?" Her eyebrows pressed together, hand not leaving your thigh.
"How about I repay you?" You bit your lip.
She softly shook her head and looked at her feet, "I...I don't know. This night has already been so insane..." Her words trailed off.
"Exactly, I can help you forget about it. Just for a little bit." You leaned over, pressing the most gentle kiss to her neck.
She sharply inhaled, you could feel her goosebumps on your lips, and how warm her skin had gotten. Your lips met her neck again, this time with a bit more passion and force.
A hand found the back of your head, gently pushing you closer to Abby and her sensitive body. You began to lick and nibble at the skin of her neck and beneath her ear, trailing kisses across her jaw.
She was the first to have your lips meet, her other arm wrapping around your torso and tugging you closer to her.
This was far more intense than earlier. She was far more lustful and rushed, her tongue seizing the moment to explore your own lips and mouth. A part of you mirrored her actions, cupping her cheek and an arm hooked around her neck. Her hands found your hips, guiding you onto her lap. Your lips were on her neck again, leaving your mark and hearing her shaky breath in your ear. It sent a familiar warmth between your legs, but now was not the time for you.
It took more strength than you cared to admit to push her back into the bed. With her shoulders pinned to the bed, and you straddling her hips, it seemed rather obvious the direction of this.
"Fuck, you're strong.." Abby chuckled, her hands feeling your biceps and cracking a small smile.
"Funny." You teased, leaving her lips one last wet, hot kiss.
You slithered down off her bed, kneeling at the edge as if you were praying...in a way you were. Your fingers were slow to undo her jeans, figuring it would be more fun to build her up.
Soft finger tips grazed over the skin above her pants, teasingly tugging at the waistband, earning a groan every time you'd take your attention else where.
"You can groan all you want, but you know you love it." You popped open her button.
You nearly ripped her legs from her hips as you tore off her jeans, eager to dive into her. Her little whimper drove you mad. It was insane to you how someone so intimidating was nearly trembling under your touch.
You couldn't help but giggle at the small wet spot forming in her panties, pressing two fingers to the spot. Instantly, she pressed her thighs together, sucking in yet again another breath.
"You're cute." You mocked her words from earlier, only using it in a much more suggestive manner.
Pushing her panties aside, you got a real feel for just how wet she really was; your jaw nearly dropped. It made you wonder if she had been drinking or had taken anything this evening, but her lips tasted like winter mint chewing gum and her eyes were as bright as the moon - just as beautiful too.
"Ohh.." You pressed a finger into her.
You gave her a moment to adjust, listening to all the little noises and breaths she let out. You knew she wouldn't be as verbal as you, but you loved she felt comfortable enough to not take on this idea she had to be silent. It was adorable, and you truly appreciated it.
"Oh fuck.." her voice was muffled by her sheets as you slid in another finger, keeping your pace.
You contemplated whether or not to give her sensitivity attention. It wasn't a question if she deserved it, it was a question if she could handle it.
"You're beautiful.." you purred into her thigh, placing kisses all over the muscle, leaving purple love marks here and there.
Humming against her skin, you could feel her thighs press together, another quiet moan escaping her lips.
You pressed against her thigh with your free hand, taking this as a prompt to put your lips to work.
"Holy shit.." Her voice was shaky as you pressed a kiss to her clit, smiling against her heat.
This might be too easy. You pulled out your fingers, Abby sitting up in protest, looking down at you with her brows furrowed. A mischievous smile spread across your lips as you held an intense eye contact with her and licked your fingers clean.
Then you wrapped your arms around her thighs, pulling her into you and sending your tongue over her nub. She threw her head back, cursing to herself and flopping back onto the bed.
You were merciless. Even when her hand reached down and gripped your hair so hard it began to sting, you didn't stop. She began to squirm under your touch, sometimes daring to look up and and see you working on her below only to hide back in the sheets and let out a low moan.
"Y/n..." She struggled to speak your name while trying to catch her breath, "Fuck...Y/n!"
She covered her mouth with her hand, the one tangled in your hair left and gripped the sheets. You saw her abdomen tighten and her thighs begin to tremble.
She pulled her hand away from her lips, her breathing heavy and erratic as she shuffled away from you, "I came.."
With one final kiss to her nether region, and one last whimper from her, you stood. Abby giggled at you, finally finding the strength to sit up onto the edge of the bed.
You crossed your arms over your chest, looking her up and down. She seemed tired...not satisfied.
You pushed her back down onto the bed, a thigh pressed between her own, your faces inches apart, "I'm not done with you."