CH 2: Coming Undone

This was inappropriate. This was not how Will should be "taking care of" Abigail, and yet here he was, naked and at her mercy.

"Come here."

Will faltered, eyeing Abigail with unease. Perhaps he could finally pull himself together and just leave? Maybe?

"Come. Here," Abigail viciously bit out.

…Or perhaps not.

Will trembled and rose off the chair, nearly teetering as he took an unsteady step forward. His arousal coupled with anxiety was making it difficult to breathe.

When he was finally standing in front of her, Abigail instructed, "Get on your knees."

Will stared at her, then slowly sank down to the floor. His eyes were dusky and heavy-lidded as he watched her lean back against the wall. Never taking her eyes off him, she bit her lip and slid a hand down between her legs, a soft, breathy moan catching in her throat as she began to work her fingers inside her heat. Will watched her hips rock into her hand and roll back and forth, the movements almost hypnotic as her juices began to lubricate her actions.

"Will," she beckoned, now reaching up to pinch a hardened nipple. "Will, come here…"

Trembling, he crawled in closer until Abigail paused and lifted a leg, surprising him when she hooked him over the shoulder and pulled him forward. The action caused his face to hover directly over her aching point.

"I think you know what to do," she purred, arching her hips and giving a meaningful tug on his hair. When Will just continued to gawk at her, Abigail gave a frustrated grunt and yanked more forcefully, a hiss catching in his throat as his scalp prickled with pain.

Finally, he grasped her waist and lowered his mouth to her left thigh, his body trembling and thrumming with desire as he licked the stickiness from her skin. As his tongue slid upward, he heard her give a soft, eager little inhalation. That single gasp emboldened him – exhilarated him – and he knew that he wanted to hear more.

Eagerly burying his face between Abigail's thighs, Will groaned and angled his face into her cunt, her wetness coating his lips and chin as he licked across her slit and sucked. Driving his tongue past her soaked folds, he heard her cry out and felt her nails digging into his scalp, the pain numbing into a delicious sensation that had him devouring her more desperately.

Sliding a hand up her thigh, Will teased Abigail's clit with the tip of his tongue, then moved to insert his fingers into her wet, sopping heat. He received a shock when Abigail's palm connected with the side of his face. Jerking back in alarm, he gave a grunt when she shoved him down onto his back, breathless and stunned.

"I didn't tell you to touch me," she hissed, her face pink with arousal. "For such an 'upstanding guy,' you sure don't seem to be too good at following directions."

Will panted, his chest heaving as Abigail got down on her knees and straddled him, each of her slender thighs bracketing his narrow hips. But instead of frustration, he saw that the sultry side of Abigail had returned.

She lowered her lashes and bit her lip, now rolling her hips as she gave a breathy little sigh. "Is this why you became my guardian, Will?" Cupping her breasts, she circled her nipples with her thumbs and moaned. "When you first saw me, what did you think? Did you wanna suck my tits? Eat me out?"

Will trembled, arching his back as she slid her folds back and forth against his tip.

"I know you dream, Will… Hannibal told me." Now reaching down between them, Abigail wrapped her hand around his cock and gently began to stroke. "Do you ever dream about me, Will? Do you ever…touch me?" He quaked, mouth opening in a silent gasp as her pumps increased in vigor. "Do you touch me?" she demanded.

"Y-yes…" he weakly confessed, humiliated.

"Show me how." She released him and rocked back on her haunches, eyes bright and wild as she waited.

This was his chance. He was finally allowed to touch her…if he didn't act now, she might change her mind.

Practically delirious, Will seized a fistful of Abigail's hair and yanked her forward, crashing his lips into hers as he licked and bit at her mouth. He tasted blood and groaned, feeling her hands slip around his throat before squeezing and squeezing. Will choked, stunned, before maneuvering her roughly down onto the floor. With his hand slipping between her thighs, his eyes grew feral and dark as he drove his fingers into her slippery cunt. Abigail cried out and arched into his touch, biting down on her bloody lip as his hand worked furiously between her legs. Again and again he pumped his fingers, snarling as her nails raked down the bare skin of his back. His flesh split and burned as she pulled him in for yet another kiss. The act was rough, frantic, and blistering, the taste of blood increasing as she yanked on his hair.

Abigail's thighs came up and squeezed Will's hips, her back arching as his cock began to grind against her slit.

"Do you fuck me in your dreams?" she asked, now pushing down on his tip.

Will felt the head of his cock slip inside her, but Abigail quickly halted her movements, not permitting him to go any further. He groaned, limbs quaking as he fought against the urge to drive repeatedly into her warm, tight space. "Yes," he gritted out, gripping her thighs as he kissed the hollow of her neck. "Yes, I fuck you…"

Triumphant, Abigail pushed on his chest until he was on his knees, marveling at the amount of control she had over him. Now sliding her hands up over his shoulders and around his neck, she kept his gaze and straddled his lap. "Do you wanna fuck me right now?"

Tremulously placing a hand against the small of her back, Will panted and she licked his lips, forcing her tongue into his mouth as she rocked her hips impatiently into his. Reciprocating with quick, frantic little jerks against her heat, Will pulled on her hair and sucked at her dueling tongue, his lips parting from hers long enough to give a small, barely perceptible nod.

"Good boy." Abigail reached between them and seized him between the legs, squeezing and stroking as she encouraged him to lie down on his back.

Groaning softly, Will arched into her briskly jerking hand and felt his cheeks flush, his head rolling back as he felt her cunt ease down around his throbbing cock. Bouncing and swiveling her hips, Abigail worked him deep inside her until she felt him stretching her tight walls. She bit her lip and gasped.

Will's eyes fluttered at the sensation, his teeth gritting while she rocked urgently on top of him. Gripping her waist, Will forced her down each time he drove his hips upward, panting as he struggled for breath. "Fuck," he growled, thrusting frantically beneath her.

Abigail smirked down at him and rolled her hips, using all of her body weight as she repeatedly slammed down into his lap. The forceful movements hit her nice and deep. Tossing her head back, she rose and fell against him as she felt his cock pulsing inside her.

"Don't you come," she warned, a biting edge to her tone.

Will trembled. "Abby, I…I just need…"

"Don't!" she snapped, snagging her nails down his chest. He flinched at the burning sensation, but seemed oddly appeased by the violence. Perhaps he even craved it, for he reached between her legs and stroked her clit with his thumb, almost daring her with his eyes to punish him. Abigail, however, was far too distracted by the gratifying, mind-numbing waves of pleasure to say a word. Mouth opening in a harsh, startled gasp, she moaned softly and arched into his touch, encouraging him to keep rubbing as she desperately rode him into the floor.

At long last, Abigail's eyes closed and her slick walls clamped down firmly around him, a wail catching in her throat as she writhed and jerked in his lap. Will stared up at her in agonized silence, hoping and praying that she would finally grant him permission to…

"Come."

Releasing a long, shuddery breath, Will felt his body wrack with relieved, excited spasms as he came hard inside her, each rough, violent buck of her hips causing him to release another wave of seed.

Abigail collapsed heavily against his chest. With a coy little smile, she kissed her way from his cheek to his neck and asked, "Maybe now you'll pay more attention to me?"

Will merely panted in response. Sometimes it aggrieved him how very little he could control his impulses.

Seeming to sense this, Abigail reached down between his legs and cupped him, stroking and pulling until she felt him growing erect again. But to her surprise, Will seized her by the wrists and rolled her over beneath him, a sly smile crossing his face as he said, "Oh, no. If we're doing this again, I am going to be in charge. Now spread your legs."

Abigail gaped up at him in shock, then tried to hide her smile while doing what he asked.

A/N: I'm sorry for taking so long to get this finished, but at least it's finally done! I also need to complete "Seeing Double," but I've been slow since people didn't really respond to Will/Jenna (aka Kacey Rohl's latest character). I enjoyed the idea of him having sex with an Abigail lookalike, because yes...angst. But it's rather difficult, so I don't know if it'll ever get finished at this rate. Hopefully someday soon! Anyway, thanks to all of you who've reviewed, favorited, and subscribed! You're all lovely! :)