by Meghan Quinn
He nodded and put his head against the rock, where the water splashed off of him.
“Just do what you have to do.”
Taking his cue, I took a deep breath and moved my hand that was resting on his chest down an inch, so he could tell what my intention was. When his chest started to take deeper breaths, I knew he was aware of my intentions.
With all the bravado I could muster, I ran my fingernails down the front of his rippled stomach and stopped at the waistband of his underwear. I didn’t want to embarrass him and stare, but I couldn’t help it, I wanted to see him grow under my touch.
With his hands fisted at his sides, he let me do all the work. With a light whisk of my finger, I gently scraped under the waistband of his underwear. His chest heaved under my touch, and I could see the beginning of his growth with just one touch. I couldn’t believe the effect I had on him already.
“Fuck, Solo. You’re going to be the death of me. You know that?”
I looked up at him and was surprised to see him looking down at me and what I was doing. His eyes were full of lust, which only spurred me on more.
While looking him in the eyes, I ran my hand down to where I would feel his length and ran my fingers along the outline of his hardening cock. His breath hitched, and my hand ran back down him. His bottom lip was sucked in between his teeth as I scraped my fingers back up him.
Pulling my gaze off of him, I looked down and was shocked to see how much I was affecting him. His finger found my chin and lifted my gaze to his eyes.
He leaned down and said, “No matter what happens between us, you will always have this effect on me. Always, Solo.”
His eyes bored holes directly into my soul, and at that moment, I didn’t care who knew about my attraction for the man in front of me. I couldn’t go another day without him.
“We ready?” Zia asked, breaking the spell I was in with Adam.
“Yes,” I said, looking directly into Adam’s eyes.
I stepped away and stood to the side as Adam stood there with an erection poking off to the side of his briefs.
Zia looked down and her eyes lit up with satisfaction. If she wasn’t my boss, I would have clawed her eyes out for looking at Adam like that. I didn’t like it one bit, especially from Zia, because when she set her mind on something, she got it.
“Stand under the waterfall and act like you’re pushing the water out of your face.”
Adam did as he was told. The water ran down his body, soaking him and defining every last inch—literally—of him. He might as well not have been wearing underwear because I could clearly see everything he had to offer, every hot inch of him. It was orgasmic.
“So perfect,” Zia called out.
Adam’s biceps flexed as his hands held still in his hair. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he tried not to drown himself in the water. The underwear rode dangerously low on his waistline, which turned me on to a level that was making me incredibly uncomfortable.
I just stood to the side and watched Zia control Adam, tell him where to stand and what to do, while occasionally I had to step in and excite the mood all over again. It was a torturous circle of getting turned on and then having to step away. But I couldn’t complain too much because to be honest, it wasn’t a bad day at the office.
By the time Zia was done, I heaved a sigh of relief, I needed to get home. The throbbing that had built up between my legs needed relief and it needed it fast.
I left clean up for the morning and shoved a towel and robe at Adam before grabbing my things and taking off toward the door. I needed to get the hell out of the sex box I was just trapped in.
“Hold up,” Adam called out. I stopped and turned, trying to calm my nerves. “Can I catch a ride?” he asked shyly. “Scout kind of left me here.”
“Sure,” I said, swearing at Scout in my head. The last thing I wanted was Adam sitting next to me while images of the practically naked man ran through my mind. If it was up to me, I would be jumping his bones right now, but I knew that wasn’t what he wanted.
To say the car ride back home was awkward was an understatement. Neither of us spoke, we just drove in silence, as what just transpired played on replay through my head.
My fingers gliding down his abs, the wetness of his briefs, the length of his cock, the way it felt under my fingers, the way his breath hitched each time I touched him like it was the first. It was all too much.
Once I parked the car, I turned it off and bolted from my seat. I needed to get as far away from him as possible or else I was going to do something incredibly stupid and embarrass myself.
“Solo,” he called out.
I stopped and dropped my head in defeat. There was no use, he was going to be around for quite some time.
I dropped my hand from the handle of my front door, I’d been able to get that far, but not quite make it in, and I turned to face Adam. He sauntered up to me with that adorable swagger of his that was not even close to being cocky, but just confident.
He stood in front of me and stared down into my eyes. His hand went to my cheek and his thumb rubbed against my skin.
“Thank you for being there for me today. I couldn’t have done it without you. You could have checked out and left me to myself, but you didn’t; I appreciate it.”
“Of course,” I said, trying to rein in my raging heart. “I meant what I said; I couldn’t be sorrier about last night…”
I barely got the last word out of my sentence before Adam pushed me up against the door and pressed his body against me as his lips sought mine. Without hesitation, my arms wrapped around his neck and I met each and every single kiss of his. He was demanding, his tongue was relentless, and I let him take what he wanted, what I wanted. I needed him so fucking bad.
“Fuck, Solo,” he said, as he released my lips and pressed his forehead against mine. “I need you.”
“I need you, too,” I admitted.
“But I want all of you,” he said, as he searched my eyes. “I can’t hide this, this yearning I have for you, this all-consuming addiction. It’s impossible.”
“I don’t want you to hide it. I can’t tell you how sorry I am about last night.”
“Let’s forget about it and start over, because right now, all I can think about are your fingers grazing my cock, running the length of me, turning me on to a point that was painful. I couldn’t be more turned on.”
“Fucking tell me about it,” I said, as I pulled him down for another heart-stopping kiss.
His body trapped mine against the door and we got lost in each other. His hands roamed up my shirt and he was about to touch my breast when the door behind us fell open and we stumbled backward. Adam caught me right before I fell into the coffee table.
“Jesus,” Nolly said, as she looked us up and down with a pan in her hand. “I thought that damn woodpecker was back with the knocking against the wall. I was about to beat him up but it’s just you two horn dogs. Thank fuck you’re finally getting it on; I thought I was going to sexually combust just from being in the same vicinity as you two.”
Adam pulled away quickly, obviously not used to being caught with his tongue down my throat, but I grabbed his hand and brought him in close. I then grabbed Nolly and pushed her out the door.
“Leave for a while.”
“I need shoes!” Nolly called out, as I was about to shut the door.
I picked up a pair of flip flops, her purse, phone, and keys and tossed them out the door.
“We would prefer it if you stayed at Blaze’s place tonight.” And with that, I shut the door, leaving Adam and me alone.
When I looked up at him, the smile that crossed his face, with that unbelievable dimple, made my heart beat rapidly in my chest. This man, this strong, sweet, funny, nerdy man wanted me, and I couldn’t be luckier.
“That was quite forward of you, Miss Cohan,” Adam teased, as I walked him back to my bedroom.
“Oh, do you want to watch a movie instead?” I asked, as I
took off my shirt.
Adam’s eyes blazed with heat as he took in my lime green bra.
“Uh, what was the question?”
I undid my pants and stepped out of them, giving him a glimpse of the matching thong. “I asked if you wanted to watch a movie.”
“Nope,” he shook his head as he closed the distance between us and took off his shirt. “Definitely don’t want to watch a movie.”
I side-stepped his advance, turned around to give him a great view of my ass, and shut the shades of my window. When I turned back around, he was biting his lip, showing off his white teeth, while his eyes were fixed on my ass.
“Were you just staring at me?”
“Fuck yes,” he responded in a strangled voice.
With confidence, I walked over to him and gripped his belt loops to bring him in closer.
“Good, you better keep it that way.”
“No chance in hell I could ever act differently.”
With that, he pushed me against my bed, letting the cool comforter caress my skin, which was a stark contrast to the heat running through my veins.
His lips met mine as his hands ran up my sides to the underside of my breasts. His touch was like hot coals running along me. His touch burned me in all the right ways.
My hands found his zipper and played around with taking his pants off. It wasn’t until his hands covered mine, pushed them away and undid his pants that I finally freed him of the denim confines. His boxer briefs didn’t hide the blatant erection he was sporting, making me giddy with what was to come.
The smooth skin of my thigh rubbed against him, spurring him on even more, making his eagerness to take me that much stronger. Knowing what I was doing to him, I repeated the movement, and was rewarded with a thrust to my center. A moan escaped my throat from the act of simulated sex. I needed more, and apparently he did too, because the next thing I knew, he was reaching around me and freeing my breasts like he was a damn bra master.
Cold air caressed my nipples, making them pucker on the spot. Adam’s eyes lit up when he took me all in. His head shook in disbelief as his head fell down and his lips caressed my ear.
“You are, by far, the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. I’m so fucking lucky, Solo.”
“I want you, Adam,” I moaned, as my hips bumped up against his.
A growl escaped his lips and his hands ran down my sides, grabbed ahold of my thong, and pulled it off in one swift movement. His eyes feasted on me with delight, while I squirmed for his touch.
His lips worked down to my mouth again, along my jaw, down my neck and to my collarbone, a movement that sent goose bumps screaming along my skin. With a little lick between my breasts, my hips shot into the air, just as he made his way to my right nipple and sucked it between his teeth. With a light nibble, he sent my back arching into the sky, and made a moan fly out of my mouth with ease.
Holy Fuck. Need coursed through my body as I yanked, begged, and tried to pull him closer, to get him as close as possible.
My pussy throbbed with need, the need for his touch, for his love, for his massive hands to do more than just touch my sides. I wanted him inside of me, now.
“Adam, please.”
“What do you want?” he asked, nibbling on my nipple some more. It was a sexual act I never had performed on me before, but fuck if it didn’t turn me on, feeling his teeth graze and bite down on my now extremely sensitive nipples.
“I need you to touch me, to fuck me, Adam.”
He shook his head and pulled away from my breast. He looked down at me and ran his hand up my side. With his index finger and thumb, he grabbed one of my nipples and pinched it with authority, making me scream from surprise, then from pleasure.
Pleased with my response, he said, “We don’t fuck, Solo. I fuck people who I don’t care about. I fuck people who I don’t plan on seeing ever again. I fuck women who share absolutely zero connection with me, which means instead of fucking, we make love. So, ask me again, Solo. What do you want?”
I gulped and looked him directly in the eyes, baring my soul to him. “Make love to me, Adam.”
That panty melting smile spread across his face as his lips came down on mine, but this time with a gentle understanding of what had just transpired between us. This wasn’t a one-time thing between us, no, this was fucking serious, and frankly, I couldn’t be happier.
My hands traveled down to his briefs and I pulled out his erection, which was straining to be touched, to be freed. The minute I wrapped my hands around his cock, his head fell and his breathing grew heavier with every soft stroke of my fingers.
“Fuck,” he moaned, as he let me pump him up and down, increasing the pressure of my palm against his length.
“Make love to me, Adam,” I pleaded again. “I’m on the pill; please make love to me.”
Knowing what I was giving him, his eyes shot up to mine, and right there, we let each other know that not only were we in this together, but we trusted each other wholeheartedly. Right now, there was no one else that I would trust to hold my heart than him and vice versa.
With a gentle touch, his hand cupped my face, as his other hand traveled down my stomach and found my pussy. He kissed my lips and tested how ready I was with his long fingers. When he emerged himself inside of me and explored how wet I was, his kisses grew deeper, more urgent. We were both ready to combust.
I grabbed his cock and pushed it against my entrance, evicting another moan from him. His hands straddled my head, and with slow precision, his shaft entered me, inch by glorious fucking inch. My mouth shot open from the length and girth of him, as I tried to adjust to his size.
“Are you alright?” he asked, sweet concern lacing his voice. His face twisted from the tight constraints he was in.
“So fucking good,” I said, as I brought his head down to me again. I needed his lips more than anything.
He gave me what I wanted, and he kissed me like it was the very first time his lips connected with mine. He started with little nips along my mouth, while his hips lightly thrust into me, and every deep kiss he gave me, he matched it with his hips, replicating each move in unison. The feeling was almost unbearable as he plunged both his tongue and cock inside of me. After a few rounds of teasing me, I was ready to lose it; I was going to come.
“Oh, God,” I moaned. “Harder,” I pleaded, not caring that I sounded crazed, ravenous, on the verge of losing all self-control.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Adam said into my ear, as he listened to what I needed, to the moans that would not stop escaping my throat. “When you tell me what you want, I don’t think I will last. It turns me on so fucking much,” he announced with strain in his voice.
“Then please go harder; I want to come.”
“Christ,” he called out, as his hips thrust harder into me. With each stroke, the ache that was building up in the lower half of my body became heavier and heavier, until I finally couldn’t take it any longer.
My toes went numb, my head flew back, my stomach bottomed out, and my insides convulsed around Adam’s length.
“Adam,” I screamed, as my orgasm took over me and convulsed around him.
“Mother fucker,” Adam moaned, as his body pumped feverishly into mine. After a couple of seconds, I felt his heated release inside of me, and watched in amazement as the veins in his neck strained from the pleasure that rolled through his boy.
Once our hips finally soaked in every last drop of our orgasms, they slowed down and Adam collapsed on top of me. His weight was like a feather floating over my body, making me feel comforted and taken care of. Our chests heaved in rhythm as we tried to catch our breath from the outburst of pleasure we just experienced.
“God damn, Solo,” he heaved.
“I could say the same,” I said, while I rubbed his back, reveling in the muscles that lined the length of his vertebrae.
“You feel so perfect, so right for me.”
“I feel the same exact way.”
“Does this mean you’ll give me a chance?” he asked, sounding so incredibly cute, but insecure at the same time.
I looked him in the eyes and said, “Does this mean you forgive me for being a giant ass?”
“I don’t think I could ever stay mad at you, Solo. You have completely owned me from the moment you said your name was inspired by the captain of the Millennium Falcon.”
I chuckled under him and ran my hand through his hair. “You’re such a nerd.”
“You love it,” he said, while he nuzzled my neck with those delectable lips of his.
I really did, and that’s what terrified me.
Chapter Nineteen
Adam
Sunbeams poured through the window, and a little leg was wrapped around mine. Sleep escaped my eyes as I looked down to find Solo wrapped around my body and her blankets wrapped around us. I was in fucking heaven.
Yesterday’s photo shoot was definitely something I never planned on doing in my lifetime, but it was something I didn’t really have a choice about, given the piles of bills that were adding up. I needed the money desperately. Thank God for Solo, because without her, I never would have been able to get through that session with Zia, especially with the way she was eye fucking me. The lady outright terrified me.
Even though it was odd, I let Solo take charge when it came to getting me excited on set, and holy shit did it work. With one touch of her fingertip to my skin, I was ready to go. It might have been pathetic, but damn, I wanted the girl so bad.
Now that I had her in my arms, resting on my chest, I couldn’t be happier. She was everything I ever wanted.
“Mmm,” she mumbled, as her head buried deeper into my shoulder.
My hands ran up and down her back, letting her know I was awake. Her skin was so incredibly soft, I found myself getting lost in the feel of it, especially last night after round three where I kissed every inch of her body until she couldn’t take it anymore and was screaming for me to finally release the tension that was building up inside of her.