by Meghan Quinn
“Get on the bed, Solo. Grab ahold of your headboard and stick that fine ass of yours out.”
A chill ran down my back at his command. I loved it when he got all bossy on me in bed, it was such a stark contrast to his normal goofy self that it turned me on so much. Not that I didn’t like his goofy persona, I loved it actually, but in the bedroom, it was such a thrill to see him change into a domineering man.
Like he asked, I grabbed onto the headboard and stuck my ass out for him. The dip of the bed indicated that he had joined me, increasing my anticipation. I was so ready for him, and he would be able to tell with one swipe of his finger.
“I need you naked,” he whispered into my ear as he leaned over my back.
His hand gripped my sides and slowly moved down to my waist where the bikini bottoms rested. He snagged his fingers in the waistband and started moving the bottoms down my body. He must have known he was torturing me because he was pulling them down at a snail’s pace while he rained kisses over my ass and the back of my legs.
Once I stepped out of the bottoms, I saw him toss them to the side out of the corner of my eye, not caring where they landed. His hands caressed my ankles and then started their ascent back up my legs, performing the same intoxicating kisses that had been taking my breath away.
When he reached the bottom of my ass, he spread my legs even more and moved his fingers inside my pussy.
“God damn, Solo. You’re so fucking wet.”
I nodded, not being able to say anything from the small movements he was making around my clit.
“You’re so beautiful, this pussy, fuck it’s so perfect. You’re perfect, Solo.”
I wanted to scream at him to take me, to make me come until I couldn’t scream anymore, but I was allowing him to take the lead because I knew he liked it, but with the little swipes of his fingers I could feel myself starting to grow impatient as a burning need grew in the pit of my stomach. There was only so much a girl could take.
His hand left my clit and he stood behind me. His hands went back up my sides to my bikini-covered breasts.
“Even though this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, I need this off.”
With one swift movement, he had the top off that had been caressing my breasts and chucked it to the side to join the bottoms that were previously disposed of. In an instant, his hands were plastered to my breasts as his body leaned over mine and his lips found my neck. I felt his erection press up against the cleft of my ass and I couldn’t help but thrust back into him. I wanted him…bad.
“Not very patient tonight, are you?” he asked, as he pinched my nipples, hard.
“Oh, God, Adam!” I moaned from the pleasure that was shooting straight to my pussy.
My nipples puckered under his fingers and he rolled them with ease, occasionally pinching them to a painful squeeze that only spurred me on more. My breathing became ragged and I could feel myself start to tip over, just from him caressing my nipples.
“Adam,” I breathed heavily as his lips continued to work my neck. “I think I’m going to come.”
“Then come,” he breathed, as he pinched my nipples again.
The combination of his hot breath along my chilled skin and the way he was working my nipples had me crying out his name and coming while standing and gripping onto the headboard. Never in my life have I ever come without any kind of clitoral or vaginal stimulation, but I just had, and fuck did I want more. I was throbbing uncontrollably, needing more.
“I need you inside of me,” I begged.
“Stroke me first,” he spoke with a dark tone in his voice, like what he had just witnessed happen to me was almost too much to handle.
“Can I turn around?”
“Yes, turn around so I can see your reddened nipples.”
I turned around and met Adam’s eyes. He stared into my face for a few seconds, lust pouring out of him, and then casually, his eyes dropped to my breasts, where he lit up from the work he’d done on them. His hands went to my breasts and softly massaged them.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Just in the most glorious way ever,” I said, as I stepped forward, feeling the rockiness of the bed under my feet.
I looked down and found his cock practically licking the top of his belly button. My mouth watered at the sight. I grabbed his cock in my hand and started squeezing while pumping up and down.
Looking up at him, I watched him bite his bottom lip from the pleasure I was able to give him.
“That feels so fucking good, Solo.”
Feeling confident, I started to kneel in front of him, but he must have had other plans, because he planted me against the bed and fell on top of me, making me giggle.
“No laughing,” he said, as he pinched my nipple, which shut me right up. “I want you to ride me. I need to see you work yourself up and down on me. Ride my cock, Solo.”
With that command, he flipped so he was on his back and he put his hands behind his head, waiting for me to make my move.
“Do you want to watch me from the front or the back?” I asked, as I hovered over him.
Pain registered across his face as he tried to decide. “Fuck, I don’t know, they’re both hot. Just pick, I can’t wait any longer.”
Wanting to see his face when I worked him, I chose to face him. I straddled his stomach and slowly moved my ass down to his cock. The minute my wetness hit him, he clenched his eyes shut and let out a long sigh. His chest muscles rippled under me as he tried to gain control; it was so fucking hot.
I dropped my head and grabbed his cock with my hand. Trying to prolong what he wanted, I ran my hand up and down his length, driving him crazy until he grunted and thrust up into my hand. That was it…I needed him inside of me.
I guided his cock inside of me and reveled in the feel of him expanding me ever so slowly. I pressed my hands against his chest and propped myself up. He looked up at me with utter satisfaction and adoration. It was hard not to fall in love with the man.
“Ride me, Solo,” he said between clenched teeth, trying to hold back exactly what he wanted.
Knowing I wasn’t going to last much longer, I leaned back, placed my hands on his thighs and started to move my hips up and down. Adam sat up on his elbows and watched himself take me in. He licked his lips in appreciation and continued to watch our connection in the most intimate way possible.
His hips started to move under mine, and I welcomed the movement as I matched his thrusts. My head flew backwards allowing my clit to rub up against his cock; the stimulation was overpowering. A strong throb took up place in the center of my body, sending chills all along my skin.
Adam huffed and his hands flew to my breasts, kneading them. His lips soon found my nipples and he sucked on them while his hands ran up and down my sides, pulling me in closer. Our connection was as deep as we could make it as we rocked off of each other, working each other up until we hit the edge of no return.
He kissed up between my breasts then to my collarbone, up my neck, and then his hand found my head and tilted my lips down to his. His tongue swept across my mouth, asking for entrance and I granted it to him. The thrust of his hips matched the thrust of his tongue as he made love to me. I was supposed to be riding him, but losing his control, he started to take over.
“God, I fucking love you, Solo,” he whispered into my ear while his lips worked down my jaw.
Without breaking our connection, he flipped us so my back was against the mattress now. He brought my legs up to my chest and pressed them gently against me.
“Does that hurt?” he gritted out, as I felt how exposed I was.
“No,” I breathed out heavily, feeling a deeper thrust from him. “Fuck! Adam!” I moaned, as I could feel my orgasm lurking in the background; it was right there.
My legs started to tingle and I could feel my clit start to pound with need. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t do anything, I just laid there as Adam pressed down on my thighs and thrust in and out of me. He bit his bot
tom lip and closed his eyes as a moan escaped his mouth, and just like that, I found myself screaming his name and convulsing under him.
Everything went black around me, as I only felt the connection between Adam and me. His hips pumping in and out of me, it was erotic, sexy as hell, and all-consuming. I snapped and let him ride out our orgasms until he couldn’t pump into me anymore.
Once he collapsed on top of me, I moved my legs out from under him and straddled his waist, while my hands ran up and down his back, which had a light sheen of sweat on it.
The disco ball was still casting flecks of light over my dark walls, setting a romantic scene for me and my boo. This was why I loved him, because he could help me escape, make me feel like I’ve never felt before, and he made me feel loved…special.
His lips nuzzled against my neck as he started to regain some strength.
“I love you, Solo, like so fucking in love with you.”
I giggled and said, “I love you too, Adam.”
“I hate being away from you, those last two days were torture.”
“Tell me about it, and I had to deal with Scout and his antics. He’s into video blogging now, so I had the pleasure of recording him at times.”
Laughing, Adam said, “That dude is certifiable, but he’s kind of awesome.”
“He is,” I agreed, because I knew how Scout had welcomed Adam into the house with ease. I appreciated it.
“Thank you for the surprise and the cinnamon buns,” I laughed.
“The least I could do for my muffin.”
Chapter Twenty Six
Adam
“Hey, beautiful,” I said, as I walked toward Solo sitting at her desk, working diligently at her computer.
She was wearing a tank top today that showed off her fantastically tanned shoulders, but what really had me loving her today was the comic strip tights she had on. When she pulled them out of her dresser this morning, I think I nearly busted a gut. Only Solo would have a pair of pants with Batman, Superman, and Spiderman gracing them, and fuck if they didn’t look damn fine plastered to her skin. She paired them with a pair of red Keds and she let her hair hang down over her shoulders. She was so damn fine.
“Hey,” she said with concern in her eyes, as she looked at her computer.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, as I went around her desk to sit next to her.
“Nothing,” she quickly closed out of the window she had on her computer and looked up at me with anything but innocence in her eyes.
“What were you doing?”
“Nothing,” she said, as she grabbed an envelope off the desk and said, “Your paycheck.”
“Don’t try to distract me with money, what were you just looking at?”
“It doesn’t matter, so drop it.”
Oooh…sassy, and I didn’t like the tone she was using.
“It does matter when your forehead is all crinkled like that and you’re using that sassy tone with me.”
I reached around her, grabbed her mouse, and opened the window on the computer she’d just minimized.
“Adam!” she scolded, but I didn’t care. I looked at the screen and saw the selfie that I’d posted this morning. I was wearing a tight tank top that I slightly lifted up to show a small piece of my abs and I’d said something ridiculous like “beastly ab workout today.” Frankly, I was slightly embarrassed.
It wasn’t the picture that caught my eye, but the over five hundred comments that were already stacking up.
“Solo, why are you looking at this?”
“I’m the social media content manager, I have to make sure everything is in place,” she said, looking away and playing with a pen that was now in her hand.
I stopped the clicking of the pen and made her look up at me. Her eyes held sadness, and it ripped my heart. I knelt in front of her and cupped her face.
“You can’t look at that stuff.”
“But they all want to fuck you,” she said sadly.
“Yeah, well good for them. I could care less.”
“I know you have to post things, but I hate that everyone gets to see what I see. Your body should only be for my eyes.”
I let out a frustrated breath and looked her dead in the eyes. “Solo, you know I don’t have a choice in the matter. I hate that I have to share my body with everyone else too, but do you know what no one else sees? They don’t see the way I look at you, the way you make me smile, and they sure as hell don’t see inside my soul like you do. Those things are special for you and only you. Do you get that?”
She nodded while turning her lips into my palm and kissing me. “It’s just hard,” she admitted.
“I know, but don’t worry, Solo. Your opinion is the only opinion I care about. So, tell me, do I look flabby in that picture?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood.
Rolling her eyes and pushing me away, she said, “You’re infuriating.”
“Is that a yes?” I feigned horror.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, am I gaining my love fifteen?”
“Your what?” she asked with a cute wrinkle to her nose.
I couldn’t help but kiss her. “You know, the fifteen pounds you gain after you fall in love. You just give up trying because you know you’ve found the person you’re supposed to be with, so you gain fifteen pounds.”
“This is why I don’t date models,” Solo said, laughing and turning away from me.
“Oh, my God, I have,” I teased.
“No!” she laughed. “You’re finer than fine, you’re the hottest guy in the house, by far superior in all muscular categories. Best body in town.”
“Just in town?”
“Arghhh!” she threw her hands up and got out of her chair.
I grabbed her before she could walk away and pulled her into my chest. I tilted her chin up and smiled down at her.
“Please, don’t worry about all those comments…”
“And marriage proposals,” she interrupted me.
“Really? How many?” I asked, pushing my luck.
Fury fumed in her eyes, making me laugh.
“I’m kidding. Forget about all of those comments and marriage proposals. They mean nothing to me. The only thing that matters is what you think. I want to make you happy and keep you satisfied,” I added, while pinching her ass.
Her eyes softened and she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“You definitely keep me satisfied.”
“Damn,” I breathed out. “That’s fucking sexy to hear you say.”
“Don’t let it go to your head,” she smiled, just as the door to the front of the studio opened.
We quickly separated, knowing it was Zia, who still didn’t know about our relationship. Even though it pained me, I understood why we needed to keep it from her, at least for the time being, since I was so new to the company. We didn’t want anything to come in the way of seeking new photo shoots.
“Is Axel here?” she called out, as her heels clicked across the lacquered cement floor.
“Yup,” I said, giving myself some distance from Solo, something I hated doing.
“Good, can I see you in my office?”
“Sure,” I looked at Solo hesitantly, but she nodded, so I followed Zia into her office.
She shut the door behind me and took off her leather jacket, and then sat down in her chair. She was wearing all black again, no surprise there, but her eyes were cast in a more natural tone, making them stand out. Her hair fell down over her shoulders, making her look less harsh and terrifying. She almost looked human.
Placing her hands on her desk, she said, “I want to apologize to you for being so harsh during your casting. I’m ashamed to say I didn’t see any potential in you. It wasn’t until Meryl really pushed me that I let you join us here at Teeg, and I’m glad Meryl wouldn’t give up on you. Right now, you’re my most requested model, Axel.”
“Really?”
I was shocked, not only at finding out that I was requested above all th
e other guys, but also because Zia was apologizing to me. That didn’t seem like something she did often.
“Yes. The ladies are loving you.” She shifted to her computer and looked at her screen. “There’s an event this weekend in Vegas that I was contacted about, a club appearance that needs some eye candy. I want to bring you, Scout, Nikko, and Ty. Would you be up for that?”
“Uh, sure. Does it pay?” I asked, a little shamefully. I needed as much cash flow as possible.
“Of course,” she smiled. “All you have to do is show up, flirt with some girls, and then go to bed. The guys do it all the time.”
“Flirt?” I didn’t like the sound of that.
“Don’t worry, there is a no touching policy, if that’s what you’re worried about. You just have to make the girls fall in love with you.”
“That can’t be too hard,” I said with a smile, feeling like an idiot.
“With that dimple and that body, there won’t be a problem at all.”
Her eyes scoured my body and I immediately felt self-conscious.
Clearing my throat, I said, “Um, is that all?”
“Yes, have Solo make hotel reservations; she’ll know what to do. Then have her fit you with some trunks.”
“Trunks?”
“It’s a club pool party during the day. We don’t want you clothed, Axel,” she shook her head at me.
“Oh, okay,” I smiled, and then walked out her door, feeling her heated gaze on my backside. Trips with Zia seemed like they were going to be interesting, that was for damn sure.
When I walked out to the open space where Solo had her desk, her head perked up from hearing me come in. She had worry in her eyes, but a smile on her face; she was trying to mask her concern…it was cute.
“How did it go?”
“I’m fired,” I said, with a bow to my head.
“Oh, my God, why?” Solo said, as she ran to my side to comfort me.
“Just kidding,” I said with a smirk.
“Ugh, I hate you!” she said, pinching my nipple and walking back to her desk.
“No, you don’t,” I teased.
“I do right now, so what did she want?” she asked, sitting back in her chair and crossing her arms over her chest.