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Yoga-Bendy, FTW: A Flustering Ford Bonus Scene

Yoga-Bendy, FTW

A Flustering Ford Bonus Scene

Copyright: Jaclyn Quinn

 

Ford

“Sorry, babe, what were you saying?” I stared at Abe with a shit-eating grin on my face, reveling in the deep crimson color blotching his cheeks.

“What are you doing?” he squeaked, his eyes zeroing in on my bare cock as I walked in front of the TV with a rag in my hand and the can of Pledge in the other.

I looked at him like he was crazy. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m dusting.”

Abe narrowed his eyes. “With your dick hanging out?”

Shrugging, I looked down at my shorts hooked underneath my cock, trying to seem as innocent as possible. “I don’t see what the problem is. Maybe you could point it out?” I turned toward him, my dick bouncing at half-mast and pointing right at Abe.

This bet had been going on for one very long, very frustrating day. One of us had to fold before I lost my damn mind. Whose bright idea was it to do this every few weeks anyway? Mine. It was mine. But, I had to admit, it was fun as hell to see how creative we could get before one of us folded.

Abe was in the lead so far with three wins under his belt, but I was determined to come out on top this time. Literally.

Abe scratched his jaw and cocked an eyebrow. “Are you saying it’s hard to see? Is that really how you want to play this?”

Damn him. I strode across the living room, stopping in front of him as he sat on the couch. “Are you gonna measure it for me? Let’s see your tongue. We’ll use it as a guide. That way, if anyone asks how long my dick actually is, I can tell them it’s blank Abe-tongues long. I’m thinking it’s at least four of your tongues put together, but we really should make sure our measurements are accurate when I’m hard.”

Abe licked his lips as he stared with half-lidded eyes. I so have this one in the fucking bag. He sat forward on the couch and leaned in, breathing in my scent but not touching me. “Who the hell is gonna ask how long your dick is? Damn you smell good.”

“You never know, which is why it’s best to be prepared.”

Abe stared up at me, heat swirling in those gorgeous hazel eyes. “So, you’re saying”—he stuck his tongue out and pretended to lick the head of my dick, never touching me as I sucked in a breath—“that you need my tongue”—my eyes rolled back in my head when his hot breath hit my sensitive skin—“to measure how long your erection is?”

I swallowed hard, my mouth running dry as I tried to remember what words were. “Yup.” It came out at a higher pitch than I’d intended, but I didn’t give a shit. Not when my dick was so close to heaven.

Abe lifted my hand and kissed the back of it. My skin prickled when he stuck his tongue out as far as he could. I watched in anticipation as he leaned forward, took my index finger and thumb, and put one on either end of the portion of his tongue sticking out. He pulled my hand away, holding onto my fingers so they didn’t move. Cocking that damn eyebrow again, he held up my hand, still keeping my fingers in the same position. “There you go. That should do it. Measure away, sir.” Damned if the bastard didn’t wink at me before, letting my hand go, standing up, and walking into the kitchen. “I’m gonna make a sandwich. Want anything?”

“You’re evil, Abraham.” I looked down at my cock in sympathy for the way the poor guy had just been teased. 

“BLTs sound good?” I could hear him opening the fridge to grab what he needed.

I looked to the doorway Abe had just gone through then back down at my neglected dick, but when the scent of bacon hit my nose, my stomach growled. Shrugging, I tucked myself back in and strode to the kitchen.

This round…

Abraham: one

Ford’s dick: big fat zero

Ford’s stomach: hello, bacon 

 

***

“Y’all are seriously at it again?” Cole asked with a shake of his head. He looked up at Aiden who’d stopped next to him. Aiden was on shift at SandBar, but that didn’t stop him from coming over to our table to see Cole every chance he got. “We’re never doing this, so don’t even think about it.”

Aiden huffed. “No way in hell. There’d be no point. I’d cave in after an hour.”

Cole smacked the back of Aiden’s calf, giving him a snarky grin. “Damn right, you would.”

Abe rested his elbow on the back of my chair as his fingers brushed through the hair above my nape. The brat knew what he was doing to me. “I’m surprised Ford hasn’t given up yet. He did put forth a solid attempt this afternoon, but I’m afraid his efforts fell short.”

Oh no he didn’t…Pfft… Please.” I rolled my eyes. “Trust me, you’ll get a solid effort tonight, Manning.”

“Anyone else feel like they need a shower?” Sage asked, fanning himself.

“More like brain bleach,” Burke grumbled, stealing a fry off my plate.

I smacked his arm as he popped the fry in his mouth. “Hey! Keep your paws off my potatoes, jackass.”

He smirked and snagged another one, laughing when I smacked him harder. “Now I see why Abe wins so easily. Your defense is lacking.” Burke leaned forward so he could see Abe. “Is he this slow at everything?”

Abe’s eyes softened as they flicked to me. His fingers stilled on the back of my head for a second then continued their torturous motion. “Trust me, I have zero complaints about my man.” Pride puffed my chest until he added, “Especially the fact that he can’t win a bet. Like taking candy from a baby.”

I narrowed my eyes as the guys all laughed. “We’ll see about that.”

Abe’s eyes darkened. “We sure will.”

“Well, on that note!” Sage stood up and threw money on the table, then pulled Levi out of his chair. “Good luck with your Blue-Balls Bet. Levi and I don’t have that much self-control and we’re not afraid to admit it, right, baby?”

Levi’s face flushed pink, but the look he was giving Sage said it all. “Right.” He looked at the rest of us, saying over his shoulder as Sage pulled him toward the door, “See ya.”

“Noah, you ready to get outta here? Happy couples make me twitch.” Burke stood up and tossed a couple twenties on the table.

“Happy couples don’t make me twitch,” Noah replied, giving Abe and me a sappy smile that turned to a glower real fast. “Unless the reason why they’re so happy is from all the sex.” He stood up in a huff, but his sour facade cracked and out came that smile again. “See ya.”

Cole was the next to stand up. He put his own money down on the table which Aiden immediately scowled at and handed right back to Cole. 

“Get outta here with that,” he said, giving Cole a kiss. “I’ll see you at home in about an hour.”

Cole stood up, clapping his hands like one of those toy monkeys with the cymbals. “And we’ll get to have all the sex because we’re not competitive dumbasses?” Aiden pulled Cole to him and whispered in his ear. I didn’t even need to hear the words to know the gist of what he’d just promised. Cole’s eyes glazed over as he said, “Yeah, we will.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake. That’s it.” I stood up, pulling Abe with me. Tossing money for the both of us down on the table, I grabbed his hand. “This ends tonight, Manning.”

Abe laughed, waving to our friends as I pulled him toward the door. “About time you gave in.”

 

“Oh, trust me, I’m not giving in.” As soon as the night air surrounded us, I pushed Abe back against the wall of the building. His breath caught and his eyelids slid closed. “Look at me.” My voice came out deep and raspy from how badly I wanted him. He must have heard it because he focused on me again. “This time you’re going down, folding, bending to my every will”—I stepped even closer—“giving in until your eyes roll back in your head, sweat covers your smooth skin, and I come inside you so hard your muscles will ache too much for your precious yoga in the morning.”

His hand landed on my chest, the heat from it seeping through the cotton of my T-shirt. “Keep tellin’ yourself that, babe.” He gave me a wink then pushed past me.

“Dammit.” I caught up with him and saw his cocky grin. Oh, I’m so wiping that grin off your face with my cock.

As soon as we walked in the door, Abe headed for the bedroom. “I’m gonna get changed. Be right out.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I grumbled to myself as I yanked open the fridge. Popping open a beer, I dropped down on the couch and kicked my sneakers off. I was about to turn the TV on when Abe came back out into the living room in light blue, loose-fitting yoga pants—clearly freeballing it—and a white tank. He stopped right in front of the TV and unrolled his mat, laying it on the floor.

“What are you doing? It’s after nine.”

Abe stretched his arms over his head, facing away from me. “What does it look like I’m doing? Better squeeze it in tonight if we’re gonna have all the muscle-aching, yoga-preventing sex tonight.” He shook his ass then bent at the waist, aiming it right at me.

“Nice try, but I’m not caving this time,” I warned, barely believing myself.

“We’ll see about that.” Abe pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it back at me, laughing when it landed on my head. “Oops.”

“I’m not measuring your dick with my tongue, if that’s where this is headed.” Man, I loved watching his long, lean muscles as he transitioned to each move. 

“Mhmm,” he said, giving me one last mischievous smile over his shoulder before sliding the yoga pants down his legs and kicking them to the side.

“Fuck.” I shifted on the couch, adjusting my rapidly filling cock.

“That’s the plan.” Legs spread wide, he bent at the waist again, giving me an unobstructed view of his hole.

Clearing my throat, I said in a weak tone, “You don’t play fair, Abraham.”

“I don’t have to play fair, as long as I play by the rules enough to win.” He stood up then looked down at the coffee table. “You know, I’d have so much more room to move if this wasn’t in the way.” He came to my side of the table, leaned down with his bare ass practically in my face, and pushed the table off to the side. I almost swallowed my damn tongue just trying to keep it out of that tempting ass.

Think of gross things…moldy food and worms…worms coming out of moldy food…worms slithering out of moldy peaches…peaches…that ass… Fuck!

Abe hung his head and cracked up.

“I said that out loud. Dammit.”

 

“You sure did.” He turned around and now his dick was in my face.

I licked my lips but managed to growl, “I’m not falling for it, Abraham.”

 

Abe shrugged his shoulders. “If you say so.” He went back to his mat, doing his teasing little poses, and I’d had enough. 

I set my bottle down hard on the end table and began to shed every piece of clothing, tossing each one at him. Satisfaction coursed through me when my boxer briefs landed on his head. “Oops.” He yanked them off but continued his torturous routine.

Standing up, I walked to the other side of him, so his face was eye level with my cock. “Yoga is all about focus, right? Let me give you something to focus on, Abe.”

“Shit,” he whispered, licking his lips as he stared at my dick but then hung his head so he couldn’t see me.

“Maybe me lying on the floor would work better for you?” I slid to my knees then to my back, my erection under his face now. Slowly, I began stroking my dick, using the drop of liquid at the tip to smooth the way. “I know yoga is relaxing for you, but nothing relaxes me like coming.” I braced my feet on the floor and lifted my hips closer to his mouth, still stroking myself. “Does my cock look ready to blow, Abe?” I swiped my fingers over the slit again, smearing the liquid. “It feels like it is.”

Abe completely stilled, but his breathing picked up. “You should know when you’re ready to blow, Ashton.”

“You’re right. It’s a good thing we said no below the waist. That means this is fair game, right?” I held the back of his head as I pushed my hips even closer, my cock never touching his face. Squeezing my tip, another bead of liquid seeped out. “Damn, I guess I’m getting close, huh? Would you say I’m getting close?”

Abe whimpered and I knew I had him. Swiping the liquid off my tip, I held my fingers to his mouth still not touching his lips. His legs finally gave out and he dropped to a kneeling position, straddling me. When he didn’t take the bait, I brought my fingers to my own lips, stuck my tongue out as if I was about to take a taste, then paused. “What’s wrong, Abe? You look…pained.”

 

“You’re such a dick.”

 

“Nah,” I pumped my hips, careful not to touch him and lose this round. “This is a dick. One I’m pretty sure is leaking like crazy. Is it leaking like crazy, Abe? Here, let me give you a better look.” I held my erection up, just under his mouth, my hand still gripping the back of his neck. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s leaking.” I waved the tip in front of his mouth and squeezed the head, liquid glistening as it slid down the side of my shaft. He whimpered again. So fucking close… Desperate and aching, I stroked myself. Fuck. If he didn’t give in soon—“Oh fuck,” I moaned as Abe swallowed my cock. My brain was too foggy with fucking need to celebrate my victory. Instead, I let Abe’s mouth reward my victory.

His mouth popped off my cock for a second. “Damn you, Ashton.” Immediately, he swallowed me again. My hands threaded through his sweaty hair, lost in the deep suction, my cock surrounded by wet heat. Unable to hold my trembling hips up any longer, my legs fell open as I dropped back down to the floor. Abe came with me, pinning me down as he took me deep over and over again.

Cool air hit my wet cock, my eyes popping open just in time to see him leaning over me, reaching toward a drawer in the TV stand. His balls were inches from my mouth, but I no longer had to resist because victory was already fucking mine. I grabbed his ass and leaned up, sucking one ball into my mouth. Abe’s hand landed hard on the TV stand and a deep groan left his mouth.

 

“I don’t know how I manage to make it five minutes without your mouth on me, never mind a day.” His voice was straining through every word.

I released him long enough to say, “Don’t know how I do it, either,” then took his sac back in my mouth. 

Abe took my hand and I could feel cool liquid cover my fingers. He pushed my hand between his legs, my fingers brushing over his hole. “Get me ready so I can ride you so hard, I won’t be able to do yoga in the morning.” He raised a teasing eyebrow, giving me a sexy smile. The man usually won these crazy challenges, but when he lost…holy shit…he knew how to pay up.

I pulled my mouth off him with a pop. “Hell yeah.” Pushing one finger into his hole, I worked him open until I was up to three fingers and he was riding my hand. As sexy as it was to see, I needed more. I slid my fingers out of him and grabbed his hips. “Sit on my cock. Now, Abraham.”

I fucking loved when he was so far gone, his only response was a moan of agreement. He nodded vigorously as he held my cock straight up, lining it up with his hole. Continuing that frantic nodding, he whispered over and over, “Yes, yes, yes, yessss…” until he’d taken me all the way inside him. 

My eyes crossed, scorching heat surrounding my dick. Abe’s hands landed on my chest as he did as promised. As hard as he was riding me, there was no way he was getting up in the morning to do yoga. Forget his limbs aching; the man was going to be so exhausted, he wouldn’t have the energy. I didn’t mind one fucking bit.

Skin slapped against skin, sweat dripped off us both, and heavy breathing filled the room. My head was spinning, lost in every sensation, begging for release. “I’m close. Fucking, ride me, Abe. That’s it…”

“So good…” He bit his bottom lip, his eyes squeezing shut.

“Uh uh. Open them. I want you looking right at me when you come all over my chest.” I gripped his hips, thrusting up to meet him every time he slammed back down. Everything else faded away except the two of us. 

Abe’s movements became frantic until he locked his eyes on mine, slammed back down one more time, and blew his load all over me, just like I told him to. I took over, thrusting up into him, pushing out every last drop from him as I hit his prostate repeatedly.

My neck straining, I pumped my hips one last time then froze as I emptied my bare cock into him. My hips jerked with each pulse until I was as wrung out as he was. Abe collapsed on my chest as we both tried to catch our breaths.

“I’m totally laying in my own jizz right now.”

I barked out a laugh and wrapped my arms around him so he couldn’t move. “I don’t see an issue, seeing as how you lost anyway.”

Abe smacked my side and laughed. “Doesn’t really feel like I lost. Delayed gratification is fucking amazing.”

“Yeah, it is. The guys don’t know what they’re missing out on.”

He lifted his head up. “Something tells me they’re not suffering.”

“True.” I leaned in and kissed him. “This just goes to show, we’re perfect for each other. They couldn’t handle it, but damned if we don’t have some fucking fun.”

“Pun intended?” he asked.

I snorted. “Yeah.” Kissing his forehead, I whispered, “Do you know how much I love you?”

Abe’s smile was huge. “I never get tired of hearing it.”

“I love you as much as I love sandwiches. No! More than I love sandwiches.” I gave him a goofy grin.

Abe sucked in a breath, his eyes wide. “That might be the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.”

I laughed. “Jeez, I hope that’s not true.”

Abe smiled and leaned down, kissing me softly. “I know how much you love me. I love you just as much.”

“Damn right, you do.” I rolled us over, starting all over again. Having him once wasn’t nearly enough after twenty-four hours of not touching him. I needed to take all I could get of him and store it up for the next challenge.

Abe and Ford: tied

Yoga-Bendy: for the win