"Fuuck Abby" you said through short, tattered breaths, slightly arching your back off the cold wall behind you.
"You like this huh?" Smirking when she thrusts her fingers deeper, watching the way your eyebrows furrow as her fingers disappear into you. She takes her other hand off your hips and snakes it up your chest until it reaches your neck, unable to control the various moans, groans, and broken words exiting your mouth, you feel another high approaching while your legs start trembling.
While adjusting herself to lean in she pulls you off the wall slightly, forcing you closer to her face. "That's it, look at me when you cum baby."
Just like that, you wake up a few minutes before you were supposed to, before the stadiums 6:30 alarm went off. Feeling a currently unwelcome throb in-between your thighs, you mentally curse the one who started it, Manny.
The day before. Wednesday.
Manny stopped by the daycare and offered to get you dinner, not wanting to turn down free food, you accepted. It was nice of him, really, you wouldn't have to wait in line and you'd actually get a chance to eat during your "lunch" break. However, you failed to question why he was doing this. It wasn't uncommon for you and Abby to get each other food, but whenever he got you food there was usually a reason for it.
Once you see him waving you down with the food in his left hand, even though it's 6 in the afternoon, you tell the shift lead you're going on lunch. 30 minutes is more than enough time to eat the portion of food everyone was given, but the cafeteria line is hit or miss. Some days it might take 15 minutes, others it could take up to an hour.
The chatter in the crowded room made the small talk you were trying to have with Manny feel like a screaming match. Finishing up with a few minutes left, you take the little time you have to gather your trash and throw it away.
While walking back to the daycare room with Manny he stops you before you go in, you subconsciously blocked out most of what he said due to the not at all private, and now very embarrassing environment. You did however pick up that it was something about Abby leaving your guys' "toys" out whenever she had you over. Though the only thing that ever got left out was the strap, but it wasn't your fault, it's Abby's. She's always just too tired after to put it away. Normally, she finds the closest pile of her dirty clothes and tosses it hoping it'll land. You make a mental note to talk to her about it later.
Well, later couldn't have come sooner, cause for the last hour and a half of your shift you only thought about one thing, Abby. The way her calloused fingers felt third-knuckle deep inside you, the way her hot tongue felt on your clit, the way her blue eyes danced over your naked body, the way her lust crowded voice talked you up to and through orgasms.
You never wanted to strangle some one more than you did at that moment, fucking Manny.
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After getting off work at 8, you make your way to the locker rooms to shower before going to Abby's for the night. While in the shower you think back to what little you remember of what Manny said, he put thought into his words. It of course would be hypocritical if he just flat out asked y'all to stop having sex in their shared apartment, as the self-proclaimed "Sex God" did it all the time WHILE you were over. Though, he thinks his lays are quieter than they actually are.
Everything up until you fell asleep in (fully clothed) Abby's arms was a very horny blur, which brings you back to the present. Looking out of the massive window at the head of Abby's bed, you can see the sun just barely illuminating the middle of the stadium. While you'd love to stay in bed with your super hot, muscular..
muscular...
muscles..
Her thighs.
You feel a new wave of arousal wash over you as images of you riding her thigh begin to flood your mind. You think of how it would feel if she flexed her quad while you were grinding down on it, how-
Once again, you were rudely pulled out of your sex fueled daydream when the 6:30 alarm went off. Feeling the strong arm of your girlfriend tighten around your waist you become hyper aware of the familiar closeness.
Most of your mornings started out like this, Abby using practically all of her strength to hold you down before she falls back asleep. But you weren't having any of it, in fact, you would rather have Manny tease you about yall's nights than be trapped in her arms.
"Abs c'mon, let me go, I have to get ready I have work."
"Just a bit longer" she spoke, still half asleep.
"No, I can't. I'll get in trouble if I'm late again" you tell her. "When I come back we can cuddle I promise"
Even though you are more awake than her, you're still struggling to escape her arms. You feel your heart flutter when she slides her arm up your shirt to further hold you down, then, your stomach twisted as her hand barely grazed your overly sensitive nipple.
"Abby please." you squeak out
"Please, what?" She cooed, you can hear it in her voice, she's amused. It was up to you. You choose to respond it one of two ways. One, tell her one last time you have work. Or two, give into your throbbing arousal and beg her to fuck you. You went with the ladder.
"Please touch me." you whine.
"I thought you had work?"