For now here is my inspiration of Abel. Because I know it may seem like he's real serious--sometimes too serious. He's not ALWAYS brooding. There are things that make this man smile! Just ask Nellie. ;)
Abel (5th Street #4)
Prologue
****WARNING VERY EXPLICIT!****
“I’m game if you’re game.” Nellie
stared at him anxiously.
A man’s burning urges often ignore all logic.
Abel Ayala knew this was all this was. A day of sipping on cocktails and lying
around the deck of a cruise ship watching scantily-clad bikini-wearing women
giving him go-ahead smiles had done it to him. Now he stood here, staring into
the eyes of Nellie Gamboa, a divorcee eight years older than he was. From what
he’d heard, she was still carrying a load of emotional baggage and probably
still held a torch for her ex as well. She was someone he would not and should not be thinking of in terms of
releasing some sexual tension. Damn it!
The fact that she’d turned her life around
after what had been hailed by Roni, his friend’s wife and Nellie’s best friend,
as one of the most grueling experiences any woman could go through, didn’t
help. She’d gone and shaped up and did a complete makeover from the mousy woman
he once remembered her being. If he hadn’t known it, he never would have even
guessed that this sexy-as-hell woman would be hitting thirty soon. The sexual tension
between them was a living breathing thing and had been going on for months now.
Only up until now, he thought he might be imagining her requited feelings of
lust.
His twenty-two-year-old ass had no business
with a woman her age—no business getting involved with Roni’s best
friend—especially knowing full well he’d never take a relationship with her
seriously. But this changed things. Nellie was telling him that she was all for
a no-strings-attached relationship. She was as interested in anything serious
as he was. Coming off what she called the divorce from hell, she said she
wanted to live it up now. He was glad now for the liquid courage Nellie’s wine
had provided. If not for it, the offer may’ve never been voiced. She gone so
far as to say that she was all for a fun-and-run experience and that she’d had
her eye on him for some time.
It was still a risk, his brain reasoned. Things
could sour. This could even cause a rift between him and his good friend’s wife
if any hurt feelings came from this. But the already throbbing parts of his
body said otherwise.
She tilted her head in that sexy way she did so
often with curved lips that practically called out for his. To hell with logic!
Just pulling her delicate frame against his immediately released some of the
pent-up tension that had been building every time he’d been around her lately.
Swallowing hard, he stared at those lips—lips
he’d wondered far too many times what they must taste like. “Hell yeah, I’m
game,” he said as he took her mouth in his. Feeling a desire like none he’d
ever felt before, he kissed her deeply, sucking her tongue and her lips. Damn,
he wanted to eat her up.
He’d been fighting it—over thinking it—for
months. This was just his ever-so-curious body’s reaction to finally giving
into a longing that had peaked tonight as they’d enjoyed a few friendly dances.
That’s all it was. But he needed more than just a kiss now. God, he wanted so much more, and since she was game . .
. He pulled away from her just long enough to catch his breath and take a look
around the almost-empty deck.
“I’d invite you back to my room, but Hector and
Charlee might—”
She tugged his hand and was already on the
move. “Let’s go back to mine.”
The second the elevator doors closed, Abel
pushed her against the wall, pulling her by the waist to him, and his mouth and
tongue sucked at every inch of hers. She panted softly, running her fingers
through his hair as he moved down to her neck and sucked softly then a little
rougher.
As the moving elevator came to a stop, Abel
tore himself away. No sooner had the doors opened than they were out in a rush
to her room. They turned the corner down the long corridor of rooms.
“How far down?” Abel asked.
“All the way to the end,” she replied, taking
even longer strides.
Feeling crazed with anticipation, Abel’s eyes
searched for the ice/vending machine room like the one on his floor. The moment
he saw it, he pulled her in it.
He answered her confused expression with a kiss
as he closed the door and pushed her against it. “I need to refuel.”
All right, he needed to get laid more often.
This was ridiculous. Obviously he’d been spending too much time training and
not enough socializing, because he’d never felt this kind of urgency. Duly
noted—he’d move a few things around in his schedule. She lifted her leg,
bringing it around him.
“Careful,” he warned, biting her lower lip, “or
I may just finish you up right here.”
“Do it,” was her only response, and he froze.
Pulling back to look in her eyes, he could see
she was serious. “Right here?” He asked, his hand already traveling down under
her dress.
She nodded as his fingers felt the dampness
between her legs and how hot she already was, pushing his heart into overdrive.
He squeezed his eyes shut as he leaned his forehead against hers.
“Sweetheart,
don’t play with me.”
“I’m not,” she assured him breathlessly.
Abel opened his eyes, looking down at her big
brown eyes. Up until that moment, he’d never noticed the golden specks that
were sprinkled throughout. The desire he saw in them now was as urgent as his
own; although, he didn’t miss the slightest bit of apprehension. He couldn’t
blame her. Anyone could walk in on them. He was certain he’d be able to hold
the door closed against the force of any one person or maybe two if they pushed
against it—at least until he was sure she was decent. But he didn’t want her
doing anything she wasn’t completely certain about.
“Are you sure about this?” He slipped his
finger under her panties, her moisture inviting him in all the way.
She gasped, closing her eyes at his touch, and
nodded. “The kiss on the deck . . .” she said, her eyes remaining closed. Abel
stared at her lips as she continued to speak a little more breathlessly with
every caress of his finger to her silky wet skin. “The elevator . . . This . .
. It’s exciting. I’ve never done something so . . .”
Nellie stopped to swallow, licking her lips,
and Abel kissed her before she could finish. She didn’t have to. Suddenly the
need to make this happen for her, make this experience with him be one she’d
never forget, took over. It was just an ego thing. That’s all it was. What guy
didn’t like knowing he was a woman’s first anything?
Abel reached for his wallet, but his lips never
left hers. She kissed him back just as urgently, her hands grasping the front
of his shirt. She gasped harder at the sound of his zipper opening. So he
stopped and looked at her wide eyes. “I’m sure,” she said before he could ask
again, pulling him to her, and he groaned against her mouth.
Working fast, he got the condom on and reached
under her sundress, pulling her panties down. When they hit the floor, he
lifted her easily off the ground. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She did and he adjusted her, groaning loudly as
he entered her. Kissing her harder now as he fucked her against the door, he tried
in vain to stifle his moaning, but it felt so damn good to be inside her. He’d
been under the assumption that a woman who had been married, especially for
several years, wouldn’t be this tight. She was tighter than some of the younger
women he’d been with, and it felt just too damn good to finally be doing what
he could only fantasize about up until now—so
good it was almost alarming.
With her arms tightly wound around his neck,
she began to pant with every thrust, and he went even harder, her panting
growing more frantic as he felt her begin to pulsate around him each time he
slid into her. Just as her entire body began to tremble with pleasure, he felt
her arms tighten around his neck as she pulled her mouth away from him to
breathe and cry out. Abel couldn’t hold it any longer either. Groaning again,
he came in an explosive climax. Sinking deep inside her, he pushed his body
against hers, burying his face in her sweet neck. Nellie clung onto him for
dear life, gasping for air.
“We’re," Nellie started to say before stopping
to catch her breath, “still going back to my room, right?”
Abel smiled, squeezing her naked behind and
looked up into her somewhat embarrassed eyes. “You bet this hot little ass we
are. That was just an appetizer. I hope you have all night, because what I have
in mind is gonna take that long.”
Her eyes sparkled now with excitement, and she
nodded. Hot damn! She was going to be more fun than he’d expected.
In case any of you are wondering if this will be another conflict about their age difference like in Noah's story. Let me assure it is not. There will be a whole other conflict these two will be dealing with in the midst of getting it on and on and... well you get what these two might be doing a lot of. Right? ;)
