in the night | the weeknd

thirteen

Jasmine

Abel watches me as I sway my hips to the music, sipping on his glass of Hennessey.

We're in the strip club and I'm giving him his little show that he requested, since it's my last time working here.

I smile and start to unclip my bra, flinging it to the ground. Abel's eyes fall on my breasts and he tucks his bottom lip between his teeth.

Seeing him do that makes me become hot and bothered, but I ignore the feelings.

Ever since we first had sex a couple of days ago, I just can't seem to get enough of him. It was honestly the most perfect and best sex experience I've ever had - it would've made the most perfect first time.

Abel lights up a blunt and pats his knees, indicating to me to sit on his lap.

I walk over to him, smiling and perch myself on his knee. His face breaks into a huge grin, showing off his white teeth and he continues smoking the blunt.

Without saying anything, Abel offers me the blunt and I take it without hesitation. I feel my body starting to relax as I take a few drags and then give it back to Abel, who finishes it.

Abel runs his hands through the blonde wig that I'm wearing. "I like this wig on you," he murmurs. "But -" He takes the wig off and my straight black hair falls across my shoulders. "I like this hair more." He starts kissing at my neck and I raise it to allow him to have more access.

I start straddling his lap and Abel runs his hands over my breasts. I try to ignore the wetness that is developing in my underwear. "Do you prefer it over the light brown hair?" I ask, curious to know his answer.

"Hmmm," Abel says. He moves back and starts examining my face. He stays silent for a long time before answering. "Yup."

I smile and rest my head on his shoulder and he wraps his arms around my back. "I really miss your dreads," I tell him. "I used to like playing with them. Why did you cut them off?"

Abel chuckles into my ear. "They were fucking up my sleep," he says, as he rubs circles on back ever so slowly.

I smile and move away from his shoulder, kissing him full on the lips. Our mouths fit perfectly as we make out for a couple of minutes.

When Abel squeezes at my breasts, a moan escapes my mouth and he laughs against my lips. I pull away, glaring at him and his grin just gets wider.

Suddenly, I feel myself being pushed down on the chair. Abel climbs on top of me carefully and starts to swirl his tongue around my breasts. I arch my back, putting my breasts in his face and he chuckles, continuing working his magic.

Abel starts rubbing me through my thong and I gasp at the contact. I moan and Abel bites down gently on one of my nipples, continuing to rub me. "Does that feel good, baby?" he asks, running his tongue along the passage between my breasts.

I just moan in response. I try to pull down my thong, so he can have full access, but Abel stops me, continuing to rub through the fabric.

I feel myself getting slightly frustrated and I just grab his hand and shove it in my thong.

"Fuck, you're eager," Abel comments and I just bite my lip and moan. I can't even speak right now. The feeling of him touching me is too much.

Abel sticks in a finger and starts pumping in and out, as I dig my nails into the chair and anything else I can find.

My body starts to shake and I feel myself reaching my climax. I shiver when I do and Abel just takes his hand out of my underwear calmly, licking up my juices from his fingers.

He picks me up and I lean my head against his chest, relaxing against his warm body. It feels weird that he's clothed and I'm half naked, but oh well.

"Jasmine?"

"Mmm?" I mumble sleepily. I move away and look at him, smiling as I rake my hand through his fluffy hair.

Abel's hands brush against my shoulder. "Do you want to have kids one day?" he asks. My mouth goes dry and I feel the darkness filling my eyes. Abel notices and he has an alarming look on his face. "What's wrong?"

I shake my head. "When I told you why I ran away," I start to say, before taking a huge breath in and out. "I missed out something."

Abel's eyes flash with worry.  "What?" he wants to know.

I bite my lip. "I was pregnant," I answer and his lips part. "One of the guy's that Jamal had over - I don't remember clearly because I was drugged - but he um -"

Abel cuts me off by placing a finger on my lips. A pained look is on his face and he squeezes his eyes shut. "Fuck," he mutters under his breath, clenching jaw. "I wish you told me what was going on." He opens his eyes again and they're full of sadness and sympathy.

I nod and lean my forehead against his. "I know," I whisper. "I wish I told you to. Believe me, there were times when I was thinking of telling you, but I thought that you'd think I was disgusting or that you wouldn't believe me."

Abel cradles my face with both of his hands. "I would have believed you," he tells me and I nod.

"I'm sorry," I say quietly.

Abel shakes his head. "You don't have to be," he tells me. "I'm just glad that you've told me now." He presses his lips against mine. "What did you do about your pregnancy?"

"I aborted it," I answer. "I didn't want a baby and that's not exactly how I planned on having my first child. I didn't even know who the father was. There were just guys and more guys and . . ." I trail off, feeling the angry tears starting to run down my face. "I'm sorry." I sniff and wipe the tears away.

"Stop fucking apologising!" Abel demands. "This is not your fault!"

"Sor-" I start to say then stop and shake my head, a small smile forming on my lips.

Abel smiles weakly. "Is that why you don't want to have kids?"

I nod. "Yeah, I guess so," I say and Abel nods. I stop and look at him. "Do you want kids?"

A smile creeps up on Abel's lips. "Yeah," he answers. "I've never really found someone that I want to settle down with. Until now." He looks at me with those dark, mysterious eyes and I feel myself melting under his gaze.

"You actually want to have kids with me?" I ask, confused. "God, I'll be a horrible mother!"

Abel laughs to himself. "I'm sure you won't," he tells me, running his fingers through my hair. "You've looked after yourself all these years, you'll be a great mother."

I smile and peck Abel on the lips. I lean my head back on his shoulder, imagining what life would be like if me and Abel were married and had our own little family.