shameless || the weeknd

shameless pt. II

Sidra watched him intently as his mouth fell open a bit, her speed increasing only a little. His eyes fluttered close at the torturous feeling, knowing for sure she was trying to get back at him in some way. Abel sighed a little, feeling as her finger grazed his tip enough for him to need more.

"Stop playing with me..." He said under his breath and she laughed a little, looking down at her hand stroke him in his seemingly tight boxer shorts.

"What? I can't play with your dick, but you can play with me?" She asked, holding back a laugh as she watched the cocky pop star falter under her touch. He stayed quiet as she sped up a little more, biting her lip as his hips started to move up to her hand. Another groan formed in his throat before he stopped her hand himself.

"What, you want to fuck me?" He asked simply and her lower stomach fluttered a little as they locked eyes again. He wasn't being sarcastic or condescending. He was intrigued by the ambiguous side of her that wasn't afraid of actually taking it there with him, and that was what drew him to her, to begin with.

That's why he didn't question it for a second once he felt her stroke him like how she's wanted to since they first had sex.

"You'd actually let me?" She asked, trying to replace the strong sexual tension in the room with their usual teasing banter. She was trying to see how long it would take for him to break just like she did if she actually held out. But she was determined to feel him inside her after watching him react to just her hand.

She just had to try and keep her priorities straight. This was going to be more than hard for her. Especially when his eyes looked like they were ready to bend her over her bed the second she lost her stance.

"No, but I'd love to see you try." He said back, not missing a beat as they smirked at each other. His hand still held hers, taking it off his shaft since she wasn't doing as much as they both clearly wanted. She was about to protest his remark when he pulled her to the bed next to him. She let out a surprised gasp as he hovered over her, the hungry look in his eyes growing as she laid bare beneath him.

"Not today, though." He said lowly, pulling down his shorts while she looked up at him. She pouted at him, her eyes narrowing. He started to stroke himself a little faster than she did, squeezing her face in his other hand gently to stop her from pouting. Their eyes never broke contact as he lowered himself between her legs.

His eyes dropped to her lips as she licked them, feeling his length inch in slowly. Her mouth dropped open and he smirked, feeling her tighten around him already. The moan she tried to hold in came out almost as soon as he made her feel how hard she made him. His eyes slowly closed as her body instinctively wrapped around him, their hips meeting hungrily.

"Fuck." Sidra breathed out, feeling him in her stomach as he started to thrust deeper. Her back arched off the bed as their hips connected again and she let out a louder moan, the warm feeling making him hold her against him for more. It wasn't long until he started to press her against the bed as well, his greed driving him to speed up a little more.

"You think you can fuck me better than this?" He asked snidely, watching her twitch under him. She held in a weak moan, biting her lip as she whimpered instead. She swallowed, feeling him throb in her stomach.

"Come on, lil mama. Answer me." He taunted, his smirk deepening at the sight of her becoming weaker and more susceptible to his teasing. He took the opportunity to pull her off of him, his hand wrapping around her neck roughly.

She gasped a little at the roughness, his thrusts slowing down as he focused his energy on putting her back in her place physically. He reveled in the sound of her moaning at the overpowering restriction of his hand around her throat. His hips involuntarily thrusted up to meet hers as she started to whine.