shameless || the weeknd

friends

Abel wasted no time in grabbing her waist and picking her up to set her down on the counter. Sidra smiled while she kissed the older man, feeling him slowly roll his tongue against hers. She grabbed onto his hoodie before pressing herself against him eagerly.

"This what you been blowing my phone up for?" She asked as soon as their lips detached. She felt a strong sense of attraction to the fact that he seemed to be interested in one thing only. She wasn't complaining, but it did start to make her become more confident in her role.

He chuckled before smirking down at her.

"You're starting to sound like me, mama." He said, kissing her cheek before moving down to her neck. She rolled her eyes as he moved to her shoulder, moving the clothing out of place to get more access.

"I don't know if I should take that as a compliment." She sighed, feeling him start to suck feverishly as she spoke. She held in a whimper as his tongue glided against her skin.

He stayed quiet, kissing down her collarbone before looking up at her. His mustache and beard tickled her skin as he placed more kisses down her chest, taking the top half of her pajamas off. She was so caught up in his slow kisses that she almost forgot about the camera she tried to pass off as an air freshener placed behind the plastic plant on the opposite counter.

She was almost positive she was going to have to delete the footage of him groping her in ways that made her insides ache for him. She ignored the thought and leaned more into his strong embrace, wrapping her legs around his torso as he made his way back up to her lips.

"Is it safe to say that sex was the only thing you wanted from me tonight?" She asked curiously against his lips.

"Why you asking so many questions?" Abel said under his breath, looking down at her half-naked body in his hands. She shrugged before biting down on her lip.

"Just tryna disprove you wanting to "get to know me" when you first asked me out." She smirked, watching him stare down her chest.

"You signed a contract, baby girl. What? You wanna be friends or something?" He asked arrogantly and she sucked her teeth.

"Like you need any more friends. You got sex contracts with all your "friends"? She asked, arching her judgmental brow at him. He scoffed, shaking his head at her questioning. Sidra wished she could ignore his earlier comment about this not being one of the only times he's had to sneak around. If anything, it could've potentially led to him divulging his sneaky habits about his recent crimes.

She also wanted to know just how much experience he had in writing up contracts just in case she could find a loophole out of the one she agreed to.

"Not any friends you should be worrying 'bout. Come here." He repeated, pulling her closer so she could feel how hard he was getting. Abel didn't bother to let her questions kill his mood. He's been wanting to text her since they finally fucked, but he's been holding back on how much access he's giving himself to her. She was still a government agent, and being seen with her was not any better for him than it was for her.

If he wasn't so horny, he would've noticed how shady her questions seemed, but she was sucking on his tongue in the middle of her kitchen and he could hardly focus on her ulterior motives if she had any.

Without any hesitation, he picked her up off the counter with ease before carrying her over to the couch he sat on earlier. She shook her head against his lips.

"My room's down the hall, on the right." She said under her breath like someone could hear them. He licked his lips and smiled at her before following her directions. He kicked open the door to her room with his leg as he tightened his grip on her.