by Alexa Davis
“No, no, it’s fine,” she chuckled.
I felt a familiar tugging in my groin when our eyes met. There was a powerful urge to reach out and brush the hair away from her face or touch her cheek. I hadn’t felt this attracted or drawn to a woman in…well…ever, which made it all the more difficult to keep myself restrained.
Her eyes darkened slightly, and I thought I might have sensed a shift in the rhythm of her breathing. Cool it, man. You gotta get in control of that.
“Have you thought about my dad’s offer?” I asked her curiously, trying to play it off with a laugh in case she didn’t want me to be serious.
Vanessa looked down into her drink. “You mean, about moving into your spare bedroom?”
“That would be the one.”
“We haven’t even seen each other since high school; I barely know you anymore, you know.”
My smiled widened. “We could always change that. I thought we were having a pretty good conversation at the Christmas party. You seem like someone I could certainly spend some time with. I understand your reservations, but I assure you that I have no intention of taking advantage of you. I just thought since you wanted to get out of your parents’ place that maybe I could help. I know my dad is the one who officially offered, but the offer stands if you’re interested.”
“Noted.” Vanessa smiled and took another sip from the mug she was holding.
As we started to unwind, she and I began goofing off and throwing peanuts at each other. One of them landed in her hair and got stuck. We both had just enough alcohol in us that we laughed hysterically.
“Here, let me get that for you,” I offered. As my fingers reached out to pluck it from her blonde tresses, they accidentally rubbed along the skin of her collarbone. I lingered for half a second, grazing the creamy skin, and she let out a tiny gasp.
When she looked up at me again, our eyes connected and it felt like the entire world slipped away. It was all I could do to keep myself from leaning in and pressing my mouth to hers. But I did. Somehow. And we went back to pretending the moment hadn’t happened and joking around as we had been doing before.
Max had finished up his game of darts and moved on to pool. Vanessa and I both watched him from a distance.
The clock struck midnight, and a cheer erupted from the crowd around us. Vanessa and I both looked at one another nervously and chuckled. When her eyes met mine, a blush flushed her cheeks. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
Just as everyone in the bar began singing “Auld Lang Syne,” it was as though she and I were trapped in our own perfect little bubble. I stepped toward her and instinctively threaded my hand behind her neck then leaned down to kiss her gently on the lips. She leaned forward to reciprocate and pressed her lips softly against mine.
For the moment, it felt like the world was spinning. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or my attraction to this woman, but I could say with certainty no alcohol had ever given me such a sensation. When she pulled away, I smiled, hoping I hadn’t ruined everything with one kiss.
“Happy New Year,” I breathed out huskily.
Vanessa chuckled softly and bit the edge of her bottom lip. “Happy New Year.”
With the noise of the crowd and party going on around us, I really wanted to get the hell out of there. If I was being honest, I wanted to go back to my place, and I wanted Vanessa to come with me. I wanted her all to myself.
Be a man and ask her, I thought to myself stubbornly.
I looked around the bar, then back at her, and felt my confidence rise knowing there was only one way to know if she was interested. “Do you want to get out of here?”
Vanessa looked surprised at first, and her jaw fell open slightly.
“I don’t mean that as a come on,” I assured her instantly. “It’s just that, this place is just getting a little crazy,” I halfway yelled so she could hear me. “Besides, I could show you my place, and if you’re interested, it might help you make a decision about that roommate offer.”
After I explained my weak-ass reasoning, she nodded and started toward the coat room. I followed her, waving goodbye to some of the other guests while they drunkenly rambled on with one another. We each grabbed our coats and looked back so Max would at least know we were leaving. He gave me the thumbs up when he saw us.
I opened the door for her when we stepped out onto the parking lot and hailed a cab. Thankfully, there were so many parked outside looking forward to the New Year’s rush that we didn’t have to wait for one.
I slid in next to her in the backseat, then reached over and loosed some of her hair out from underneath her coat.
“Where to?” the driver asked us in a thick, Chicago accent.
I gave him the address and turned to Vanessa who was looking out the window. “The snow is so beautiful,” she muttered. “I know we grew up with it, but after living in Florida for so long, I guess I forgot how beautiful it is.”
So are you, I thought. But I didn’t want to be too cheesy, so I kept it to myself.
The driver carefully pulled out of his parking space and drove toward my building. When we arrived, I paid him the amount in full with an additional tip and thanked him for the ride before joining Vanessa on the sidewalk.
“So, this is where you live?” she asked looking up at the massive building.
I hummed in acknowledgment while pulling out my keys. “It isn’t much, but it’s in a good location, and I fell in love with the floorplan,” I explained as I pushed the code on the front door to get in. The elevator ride up was thankfully quick as I gave her the overview of what the location offered. Before I knew it, we were standing in front of my door.
Vanessa smiled. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
The lock clicked after I jiggled with the handle and the door swung open. “Welcome to Chez Adam.”
She followed me inside, looking around curiously at my furniture and all the open space I had yet to decorate. “Wow, this is pretty nice,” she complimented.
The warm, seductive waves of alcohol finally began to fully hit my system. Vanessa was standing in my apartment, and I watched her remove her coat, wanting nothing more than to help her remove everything else. It took me a moment before I realized I was staring.
She looked back at me and smiled as she hung it on the rack near the door, but there was something different in her eyes. “What are you looking at?”
“You,” I told her honestly. “I think you’re beautiful.”
Her eyes widened playfully at the admission. “Really?”
I exhaled nervously and took a step toward her before saying, “Yes. If you want to know the truth, I want to rip your clothes off and take you right here and now.”
Pretty soon she was standing right in front of me, and I could smell the subtle hint of vanilla in her perfume. Vanessa wet her lips with her tongue and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
She looked up at me with barely restrained longing. “Maybe you should.”
After the words had left her mouth, I pulled her toward me with a growl. My lips came down on hers passionately. Her body pressed against me caused my skin to erupt with electric tingles.
I wanted her. Now.
She reached down and unzipped the front of my pants, and I quickly discarded them before coming back to kiss her on the lips. Vanessa reached down to grip the hem of her shirt and lifted it overhead to reveal the subtle curves of her bosom underneath.
I stared at her in awe before I finished removing mine, as well, and she came toward me once again. My hands immediately went to the clasp of her jeans, made quick work of undoing them, and yanked them down until she was standing in front of me wearing nothing but her panties.
Oh, sweet Jesus. What have I gotten myself into? I pressed my mouth to hers again.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” she asked me breathlessly.
I groaned against her mouth between intermittent kisses, compl
etely intoxicated by the taste and feel of her skin against mine. “Probably not, but I don’t care.”
She giggled slightly as I picked her up, throwing her back onto the couch. Game time.
Chapter 8
Vanessa
Sunday
I squealed with laughter as Adam climbed onto the couch in front of me and edged his way between my thighs. My heart began to race as I lay back against the soft fabric of the cushions.
He towered over me, running his hands along my thighs. I threw my head back in response, eliciting a passionate sigh. Electric tingles buzzed with heat along the skin where he had touched me in delicious, slow strokes that left me gasping and wanting more. Oh, please don’t stop.
His groin pressed against me, rocking slightly, and I could feel the prominent bulge of his erection. The size of it made me squirm with anticipation and look up at him in yearning. My hands slid down his muscled chest, and I let out an involuntary sigh. If I had known the perfection that lay underneath his clothes, I would have torn them off much sooner.
He watched me, bringing his hands up to my cheek, and kissed me passionately on the mouth. “Adam, I want you.”
He groaned, pressing his forehead against mine, and said, “God, I want you, too.”
I smothered the end of his response with my kiss and teased him playfully with my tongue. His hands felt their way up my waist, caressing the naked skin until they came to the fabric of my bra. He paused for a moment, looking up at me with fire in his eyes and slid his hand underneath the fabric before kissing me passionately on the mouth.
My gasp was smothered by his kisses, and I arched my back toward him, not wanting to let that feeling go. His breath was somewhat ragged, and he smelled of alcohol from the beer that we’d been drinking.
He took the fleshy mound into his hand and kneaded the creamy flesh, tugging me gently on the nipple. I squealed again in shock and rocked my body against him in a take-me fashion. Adam sighed as he lifted the cup of my bra and saw for himself the way that he was touching me.
“Vanessa, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered hoarsely, dipping down to put his lips around the blushing pink of my areola.
“Augh!!!”
Adam didn’t stop there; he used his other hand to grasp me firmly by the other side and thrust his growing erection into me. He sucked and licked and teased my body in every conceivable way imaginable. It almost felt like I was dreaming; I faded from one wave of ecstasy to a completely different one. All of it was incredible.
I just smiled, biting my lip as I closed my eyes and gripped the fabric of this comforter panting. “Ahhh! Your hands are incredible,” I told him breathlessly.
Adam smiled wickedly when he looked up at me and said, “Oh, you like that?”
I nodded vigorously as he slipped one hand into the fabric of my panties and brushed his fingers against the delicate hairs framing my womanhood. He traced swirls and dainty caresses across them as I spread my legs even father to give him access. As he found the cluster of nerves he was looking for, I cried out in pleasure and threw my head back against a pillow.
“Oh, Vanessa. You’re so sweet,” he purred seductively. “I want you to remember this and how good I make you feel.”
I nodded as he went to work, using his long nimble fingers to bring me to the brink of ecstasy. It didn’t take long before the feel of him teasing at my entrance was not enough. Adam tested if I was ready by dipping his finger just inside. Only one at first to ease me into it, then adding a second shortly after. The languished strokes were able to fill me up completely.
I could barely see straight with the rush of blood coursing through my body. His delicate musings set my skin on fire. Every stroke was measured and deliberate, aiming to bring me right to the apex of my climax. No one had ever touched me quite like this before. None of my other boyfriends, no products bought at an online sex store, not even me. My hips bucked against him, wanting more, and I whimpered slightly.
Adam watched me gasp and sigh with each wave of pleasure, loving the sounds I made. His eyes were dark when he abruptly pulled the fingers out of me and removed the rest of my garments completely. My bra and underwear were cast shamelessly to the floor as he climbed on top of me again, his budging member twitching near my entrance.
I wasn’t sure if it was my current state of inebriation allowing me to be so wanton or if it was just something about Adam that let me come undone. Either way, I couldn’t seem to help myself.
He looked up briefly and met my eyes, asking the question we both knew the answer to. I responded instantly, “Yes.”
In a swift, fluid motion, he entered me completely, and I welcomed him with a cry of release. My teenage self would never have believed that such a thing was possible. It was everything I wanted it to be and more.
Adam Hillis is a sex god.
Soon, we were moving together in a frenzied passion. I met his tempo easily and knotted my fingers in the back of his hair. Our drunken selves were deliriously thrusting against each other in the heat of passion. I closed my eyes and panted breathlessly in time with him, reaching around to grasp him by the shoulders.
“Adam, don’t stop! Please…it’s so good!”
“Anything you want, baby.”
I couldn’t even think coherently as our bodies melted into one another. Everything was a blur of kisses and touching, and he found places on my body I didn’t even know existed. His hands, body, and tongue found every surface of my skin. I didn’t allow myself to think about it; all I wanted was to feel his hands on me, and then I felt satisfied when they touched me in exactly the right places.
I was not sure how long we stayed like that, trapped in our own private world bubble with one another. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he thrust into me again and again. His deep brown hair was tousled and messy from my fingers running through it. I loved knowing that I had done that to him, that he was as unhinged and lost in the throes as I was.
It was like an itch that was finally being scratched, with years of frustration leading up to it.
Our bodies were slick with sweat, and I was delirious from panting out his name. His arms were wrapped around me as he cried my name out in response. “Ugh, Vanessa!”
We reached our climax together, and I fell back onto the couch completely spent. Adam lay on top of me, still gasping for breath, and brushed the hair out of my eyes. My body still tingled from the release of my orgasm, and it took a few moments for my breathing to return to normal.
For a moment, we both stayed there quietly. I stared up at the ceiling during the aftermath with a thousand ideas running through my head. All at once, the realization of what just happened came crashing down on me, and I sobered up immediately.
Oh no. No, no, no! Shit, I’ve ruined everything.
Before I got distracted by the seductive kisses, I planned on telling him I’d decided to move in. I was actually looking forward to it. Now, it seemed like that possibility was no longer a viable option. Not after what had happened.
On the one hand, it was the greatest sex of my life with the man of my childhood dreams. But on the other, I had probably just ruined the only chance of getting out of my parents’ house for good.
Vanessa, you’re an idiot!
My heart started racing once again, but not from arousal this time; it was fear. Fuck.
I messed up. I messed up bad. I should have never allowed this to happen.
His body was warm and heavy lying on top of me, but I knew I had to get out of here somehow. “Adam?”
He grunted softly in acknowledgment, but made no move to let me leave. “Adam, I have to go.”
“Ungh… ”
I looked up at the clock on his wall and realized it was almost two in the morning. We were both liquored up; he would be passed out for the night. Will he even remember this?
Carefully, I squirmed out from underneath him and started gathering my clothes. Adam looked so peaceful as I looked back at him on the couch; it made
it difficult to leave. I quickly pulled back on the clothes that I’d been wearing and dressed myself in the living room. I wondered briefly if I should throw a blanket on him and found one folded up in the linen closet.
Part of me felt guilty for leaving him like that, but I was too embarrassed to face him. I could only imagine what he would think of me after he woke up. I couldn’t bear to have him look at me that way.
I knew it would be freezing cold outside, and I was not looking forward to it, but the urgency to leave kept me walking toward the doorway. I gazed back at him over my shoulder while I was pulling on my jacket and smiled to myself slightly before opening the door and stepping out onto the curb to hail a taxi.
Snow was falling slowly in the frosty air, and the moon was full and bright. I sighed while holding out my thumb and eventually a yellow cab pulled up alongside. I waved appreciatively before hopping in the back. “Where to, Miss?”
I gave him my parents’ address and leaned back against my seat. Oh, Vanessa… What were you thinking?
Chapter 9
Adam
Monday
My eyes fluttered open Monday morning with my face pressed up against the fabric of my couch. Ugh, what am I doing out here? I wondered. And why am I naked?
Then suddenly the memories of what happened came back to me.
Vanessa.
Yes, Vanessa, with her sparkling brown eyes and plump lips that seemed to be permanently stained a soft, kissable pink. My hands instinctively flew to my lips, and I could taste her on them. Her cherry lip gloss was addictive; I couldn’t get enough of it when I was kissing her. Even thinking about it gave me a semi this early in the morning.
I have to see her again.
She was nowhere to be seen, though. She must have left in the middle of the night. Crap, maybe Vanessa didn’t feel the same way about our nightly escapade as I did. I shook my head as I was gathering my clothes and made my way over to the shower. How was that even possible? Surely, she had felt the same connection I did. I have the claw marks on my back to prove it.