by Alexa Davis
Vanessa looked at me in confusion but didn’t pull away. “Adam, what are you… ”
Slowly, I stood to face her and pulled her close so that our bodies were almost touching. She gasped slightly, and I could hear a shift in her breathing as Vanessa responded positively by placing her hands against my chest and biting her bottom lip. The look she was giving me was something I never wanted to forget, and like the connection I felt before, something I could not explain: pure desire.
My body reacted before I realized what was happening, and I kissed her softly on the lips. She leaned into the kiss and slipped her arms around my waist, escalating the depth and passion of the way our bodies fit together. Vanessa’s lips were soft and parted slightly, so I took a chance and dipped my tongue inside. I wasn’t sure how she’d respond, but I was delighted when she slipped her hand beneath my shirt and pressed her skin against me. Soon our tongues were dancing together in a delightful fight for power.
The front of my pants was getting tight in response to my growing erection, and I broke the kiss to look at her. We were both gasping as I leaned my forehead against hers and whispered huskily, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“Don’t you dare apologize,” she interrupted, kissing me forcefully on the mouth and biting my bottom lip. Her lips were like a drug I could not seem to get enough of. Kissing her hungrily on the mouth, I backed us flush against the wall.
I groaned as she hitched her leg up around my thigh and opened herself toward me. My hands slid down to caress the side of her leg and pull her even closer. “God, I want you.”
She chuckled through some ragged breathing of her own. “I want you, too.”
I shook my head, looking away from her even as my hands held her body close against me. “You don’t understand. If we do this, I will not be able to stop. It will not be a one-time thing for me,” I warned her honestly. “You’re too soft, too kissable… I’d want to take you in my bed and ravish you over and over again.
Vanessa smiled, rocking her hips against my erection, and whispered, “Good.”
The second the words had left her lips, mine were on them. Kissing, sucking and loving every sigh of pleasure that escaped this goddesses mouth. She was mine.
Thank God.
Chapter 16
Vanessa
Sunday
His hands slipped down my waist, stopping only to caress the curve of my heaving breast through the fabric of my shirt. The feel of his hands against me sent a flood of adrenaline through my body, and I gasped with pleasure.
I gasped as Adam’s hand slipped down my waist as he kissed me and fumbled carefully with the button of my jeans. My heart started pounding heavily with anticipation, and I knotted my fingers in his hair. Was this really happening…again? I had been so embarrassed after the last time that I wasn’t sure if he was interested, but now he was kissing me hungrily on the mouth and feeling me like he wanted another go at it.
“Ahh… Adam,” I panted breathlessly. “I love it when you touch me.”
He hummed in acknowledgment as he trailed a line of kisses down my neck. “Oh, Vanessa. What are you doing to me?”
I chuckled softly as I rolled my hips against him to get some better friction, and he sighed. The front of my jeans unfastened as he figured out how to work the mechanism, and I chuckled happily before casting them aside. Adam’s hands slid across my stomach admiringly and hooked his thumbs in the fabric of my panties. “Vanessa, you’re incredible.”
The way he said it was so intoxicating and sincere, I exhaled an elated sigh and rolled my head back against the wall. As he slid them down my legs, I frantically worked on the zipper of his jeans and released him from the confines of his pants. As the velvety, pink flesh of his cock erupted from the pants, I stared at it in wonder. His eyes met mine tentatively as I reached toward him and gripped it firmly by the shaft.
Adam hissed approvingly as I found him rock hard and ready for me. I smiled to myself happily and began moving up and down the length of it in a fluid motion back and forth. He braced his hands against the wall on either side of me and closed his eyes while rocking his hips lightly in time with me. I was careful to slide my hand along the skin delicately, but with enough pressure that it would make him feel good.
The mere sight of his arousal was enough to bring a flood of wetness to my womanhood, and I wanted him inside me. Adam opened his eyes and stared intently at me while reaching up to cradle my face in his hands, kissing me softly on the lips. I smiled against his mouth while still pumping him with my hand.
“Ugh… Vanessa…it’s so good.”
My back was flush against the wall with his body pressed against me, and I had to stop, bracing my hands against the doorframe so I wouldn’t fall. When I looked up, he was focused on me, his lips parted, and eyes dropped in desire. “Are you ready?”
“Mm-hmm…”
With one of his hands, he reached down and gripped himself to position at my entrance. Our eyes met, and he thrust inside me with a pang of delicious longing. “Augh!”
He waited for me to get used to him, and a moment later, he started moving. Adam’s hands wandered up my chest and rounded the curve of my breast while kissing me passionately. I opened my mouth to him as let his tongue slip inside, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. He used the weight of his body to fuck me hard against the wall. Each thrust hit me exactly in the g-spot and brought waves of pleasure to me.
Soon, he got frustrated with my shirt and lifted the fabric high above my head. He was still inside me as he cast the garment aside and dipped down to kiss me gently on the neck. I closed my eyes and sighed at the delightful tingles it created. His hands shamelessly caressed the lacy fabric of my bra and heard him moan. I thought our first time was the height of my sexual experience when we first slept together a couple weeks ago, but this was so much better. There was no alcohol to dull my senses, and I could feel the full extent of his body loving mine. Every kiss, every touch, was perfect.
His hand cupped my breast and kneaded deeply into the flesh. As he handled me tenderly on one side, the other hand reached around to undo the clasp at my back, and I slid my arms out of the straps.
“Adam!”
I rode the high of my orgasm as he rocked his body against me, keeping the tempo as he filled me up inside. My body shook with adrenaline from the waves of pleasure coursing through me. He grasped me harder and supported my weight against his own. “Come for me, baby.”
I nodded with a gasp as we rode out the final waves of it and his face twisted with the strain of holding back himself. “It’s so good,” he explained. “I’m not going to make it much longer.”
“It’s okay,” I wheezed out breathlessly.
He gripped his hand beneath my thigh and hitched it higher on his waist, arching his back against the shift in pressure. At the feel of it, he lost all control and started thrusting wildly, picking up the tempo another notch. I cried out happily and ran my hands along his back, gripping tightly at the fabric of his shirt.
Holy hell, I thought. What’s happening? He’s going to make me cum again.
A few moments later, he threw back his head and cried, spilling his seed inside me. When he came back for air and had finished riding out his orgasm, Adam was breathing heavily, and I ran my fingers through his hair. He smiled weakly, and I kissed him softly on the lips. “Oh my God. How does this keep happening?”
Adam and I both fell back against the floor, exhausted from our lovemaking, and let out a tired sigh. My body glistened from a thin sheen of sweat, and I was panting, desperately trying to catch my breath. He rolled over and admired my naked breasts before dipping low to kiss them, not in a sexual way, but more tenderly and soft. I smiled and hummed at the delicate pressure lips put on me and wriggled my body to give him better access. “You’re so beautiful,” he muttered slowly.
I blushed, placing my hand on his as I looked him over carefully. He sighed and rolled over on his back, with one hand behind his head a
s he stared up at the ceiling. “You okay?”
Adam grinned slightly and turned his head to look at me. “Are you kidding? I’m fantastic. Everything about that was incredible.”
I bit my lip and smiled, leaning over to kiss him. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“Mmm… I did,” he agreed wholeheartedly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. I closed my eyes as he came toward me and kissed me softly on the lips. He brushed his hand along my cheek, tracing his fingers gently along my jawline.
When he pulled away, I sat up properly and started gathering my clothes. “If this is going to be happening, though, we should probably keep it separate from our living situation. You know, keep what’s happening in here private, and what’s happening out there, out there. I don’t want fights over the dishes to start creeping into to bedroom or pent up sexual tension spilling over into a dinner party.”
He laughed. “Alright, agreed. We’ll keep our nocturnal activities exclusively in the bedroom from now on.”
“Thanks.”
“Vanessa, I want you to know that I didn’t invite you to move in here just so I could get you into bed. That’s wasn’t my intention.”
“I know, this just sort of happened.”
“Is that going to be a problem for you? I don’t want this to get weird.”
“Neither do I,” I told him honestly, gazing back at his naked chest and body. “But I don’t want to stop, either; the sex is too good.”
“Oh, thank God,” he sighed. We smiled at each other briefly before a thought occurred to him and his expression shifted. “Fuck, I forgot about Max.”
I raised an eyebrow and stared at him like he was crazy. “I hate to break it to you, Adam, but your bedroom talk is severely lacking.”
He laughed. “No, I mean, when we were talking the other day about how you and I moved in together, I told him we weren’t involved. That nothing was happening.”
“So? I lie to my brother all the time.”
His smile faded, and he eyed me seriously for a moment. “I’m not comfortable with that. Max is my best friend, and I don’t want to lie to him. I think we should come clean.”
“Ugh, fine. Which one of us do you think should tell him?”
“I’ll do it,” Adam offered. “Just promise that if he ends up killing me, you’ll avenge my death.”
I laughed at him and smiled. “Okay, deal.”
Chapter 17
Adam
Monday
“Good luck at work today!” Vanessa called to me as we both left the apartment Monday morning.
“Thanks, Vanessa. You too!”
It was her first day on the job at Frank Howell, and it was the day Jon and I were scheduled to meet our client at the county jail. I fumbled with the keys to my car through the fabric of my gloves and waved goodbye to her before unlocking the door. My briefcase was loaded with our case files and anything else I could think of to make this go smoothly.
I let her back out of the space next to me before I started the ignition, watching her pull from the parking lot and out onto the street. Truthfully, I was a little nervous. I had been a clean-cut kid in high school and never got into any trouble, so it was my first time meeting with a real live criminal. I knew it was something I would get used to over time—it kind of went with the job—but everything has to start somewhere.
I started up the car and turned the radio on, backing out of the space and heading to the office. Since it was my first time, Jon had suggested that we carpool from the office. The music played cheerily as I drove through the city, looking out the window at the falling snow outside. Everything looked so peaceful.
When I got to the parking lot outside, Leslie was stepping out of her car. She smiled at me and waved as I pulled into one of the empty spaces. I ran to meet her on the steps, with my briefcase still in hand and shivering from the cold. “Good morning, Les!”
“Good morning, sir. You look positively frozen.”
“I am,” I agreed, watching my breath become visible in the snow.
She unlocked the door and held it open for me as we both bustled past and stepped into the lobby.
“Brrr!”
“You go sit by the heater in your office,” she instructed. “I’ll put on some coffee.”
I smiled and followed her directions as she disappeared into the kitchen, and set my things down on my desk before holding my hands against the heating unit. I couldn’t stop thinking about Vanessa and our incredible night together.
So many things had happened since we’d crossed paths at her parents’ Christmas party, we’d engaged in some of the most incredible sex of my life, and now we were living together. How did that happen? I wasn’t entirely sure, but I was enjoying every second of it and decided to just steer into the skid. Vanessa was smart, beautiful, and an amazing roommate; she wanted the exact same things I did.
The only problem was telling Max.
A few minutes later, Leslie came knocking on my door with two steaming cups of coffee. “Here you go.”
I smiled at her, accepting the kind gesture and sipped on the deep brown brew. She leaned against the desk beside me and sipped on hers as well, and I glanced at her sideways.
“Why are you so nice to me?” I asked her pleasantly. “I feel like you’re always looking out of me.”
Leslie chuckled. “I guess you sort of remind me of my son. He lives in Chicago, so his father and I don’t get to see him very often.”
“I didn’t know you have a son.”
“I have three sons,” she informed me proudly. “Although, the one I’m thinking of is Zach.” Her voice was wistful when she spoke of him and sad.
“It sounds like you love him quite a bit.”
“Of course, I love all my children. Anyways, I guess that’s why I take care of you more than some of the others.”
“Well, I am very honored. I hope you get to see him soon.”
She opened her mouth to say something when Mr. Hansen came walking in from outside and knocked on my open door. He was wearing a crisp, no-nonsense black suit and a winter hat to keep him warm. “Hey there, Adam! You ready?”
I handed my empty cup back to Leslie and nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Great, let’s get started. I left the car idling outside.”
While I was grabbing my briefcase, I glanced back at Leslie, feeling guilty for having to cut our conversation short. “Sorry… ”
She waved me off and smiled. “Don’t worry about a thing.”
“Alright, thanks for the coffee.”
Jon quickly ushered me out the door, and we made it to his car in the snowy parking lot. Some of the paralegals and other staff were just arriving as we loaded up and buckled ourselves in. Mr. Hansen and I started talking about the case and how we were going to best represent our client.
Patrick was a good kid, but he had grown up on the rough side of the tracks and didn’t trust any law enforcement officers. He was arrested a couple weeks ago in a sting operation and refused to work with us, even though we had his best interests at heart.
I knew that when it came down to it, a client/attorney relationship had to be built on trust. If I could just convince him that we were on the same team, then maybe he’d be more receptive to our plan. It was a tall order, and I was still uncomfortable with being surrounded by convicted felons. My palms were already getting sweaty as he pulled into the gated parking lot.
“Is everything alright?” Mr. Hansen asked me in concern.
I turned to look at him and smiled, choking down the lump that was rising in my throat. “Yeah, I’m just a little nervous. It’s my first time meeting a client at the prison.”
Jon smiled leading me up the steps toward security. “It takes a few times to get used to,” he admitted. “I’m sure you’ll do fine. I’ll do most of the talking, anyway, and you can write down any questions you might have.”
I nodded, climbing out of the car and walking over to the sidewalk. We had to pass throu
gh metal detectors and show our IDs to get past security and were eventually brought to a tiny room adjacent to the courtyard while they went to retrieve him.
Jon sat down at the table with a sigh, and I joined him.
A few moments later, there was the electronic beeping of the lock being opened with a key card and Detective Messinger stepped inside. “Good morning, gentleman. It’s nice to see you didn’t forget about our meeting.”
“Of course.”
The key card beeped again, and two correction officers brought Patrick in from the inmates’ housing. His hair was long and shaggy, and he was wearing the orange jumpsuit issued to all the inmates.
“Hello, Patrick. Why don’t you have a seat?” Mr. Hansen asked him pleasantly.
He looked at the two of us nervously and then coked his head toward the detective. “What’s she doing here?”
Jon sighed, pulling out one of the filed from his briefcase as set it on the table. “Detective Messinger is here to see if we can strike a plea deal. We spoke about this over the weekend.”
“I already told you, I don’t have anything else to say,” Patrick mumbled stubbornly.
“Listen, Pat. You seem like a nice young man who just got mixed up with the wrong group of guys. I’m trying to help you here, but you’ve got to give us something. You know as well as I do that there is an epidemic of drugs in this city, and we need to get them off the street.”
He sat down in the chair across from us and grunted. “What do you want from me?”
“The name of your supplier,” the detective told him.
“No way! I know how this works; you’re gonna put me back on the streets and some thugs will come and kill me. I’d rather take my chances in here.”
“Patrick, you’ve got to work with us,” I told him. “We could get you out of here.”
The shaggy-haired man just looked up sadly and shook his head. “They’ll come after me. I know he’ll send someone.”
Oh my God, he’s scared.
“We can protect you! The cops will place a car outside your house. No one’s is going to hurt you.”