A Rockstar in Her Bed

by C. Tyler

  I’m upstairs changing out of my pajamas when my mom yells at me from the foyer. Max is on his way. Evidently, he’s already landed and is making his way to the house. He comes bearing gifts, according to Mom––which isn’t too surprising, is it? It’s Christmas, after all.

  About twenty minutes later, as I’m putting the finishing touches on being presentable, there’s a brief knock at the door. It lasts only a second before I hear Max calling out. He was clearly the source of the sound, and knocked to keep Mom from freaking out, but I hear her screaming happily anyway. I smile as she continues with, oh, look at you and your hair’s so long … typical mom stuff.

  ****

  Running my fingers through my hair and ruffling it slightly, I happily jog downstairs. My jovial mood, however, is brought to an immediate halt the instant my feet touch the main floor and I can see my brother. Max isn’t alone. Standing behind him, bundled in a black peacoat with a scarf tucked beneath the collar and smiling that god damn smile, is Adam. Adam was the goddamn surprise.

  His eyes light up with a mischievous glint the second they fall to me. I’m temporarily dumbstruck, and that seems to be all the time Mom needs to start the conversation moving again.

  “You must be Adam,” she says, drawing his eye. With his gaze shifted, I’m finally able to move and shoot Max a glare. He refuses to look at me.

  “Yes, ma’am,” Adam says politely as he shakes my mom’s offered hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

  Mom makes some kind of swooning noise. I grit my teeth. Adam can’t be here. No. I just… no. This is too complicated. I don’t want to fight and argue with him in front of my mom over the Christmas holiday. That part of our relationship’s never been an act. Adam does actually enjoy irritating me, to the point I’m left flustered and angry. We just happen to have really great sex, too––something else that can’t happen in my mother’s house.

  “You,” I grab Max’s arm and yank him away. “With me.”

  I barely catch a glimpse of Adam’s amused expression as I pull my brother into the living room away from the pair.

  “What the hell, Max?” I hiss through my teeth when we’re out of earshot. “Why’s Adam here?”

  “He didn’t have plans for Christmas.” He shrugs my grasp away. “What’s wrong with him hanging out for a couple of days? We’re leaving on the 26th anyway.” My glare deepens. “Look, you guys are just going to have to not kill each other for three days, okay?”

  I open my mouth to speak again, but he doesn’t give me the chance. Instead, Max slips away before I can berate him a second time. I immediately snap my mouth shut and growl.

  God. Damn. It.

  Yes, Adam and I are adults. And yes, that should mean we’re capable of being in the same room together, but we aren’t. I don’t know if it’s overcompensation for our secret, or what, but we just can’t seem to be together for long before the snide comments become a little too biting. This is just too damn complicated.

  That’s why brief interactions are best. What the hell are we supposed to do with seventy-two straight hours together? That’s unprecedented.

  My head continues to spin as I make my way back to the foyer where Mom’s still slamming Adam with questions while simultaneously removing his coat and hanging it up. He looks a little overwhelmed. Good.

  ****

  The day finally winds down, and my nerves are still a little bit frayed. Adam’s constant smirking in my direction, his subtle winks, and clear enjoyment of my discomfort throughout the day have done little more than frustrate the hell out of me. I have come close to slapping him a dozen times already, and I can’t help but think that was his goal.

  If there are two people in the world who can tell when something’s up with me, it’s Mom and Max. That takes all the fun out of flirting with Adam. Just another reason why I don’t want him here. But I can’t do anything about it.

  Mom’s already gone to bed, and Adam and Max are in his old room presumably doing the same. I can’t sleep. After about an hour, I just give up.

  Throwing my Supergirl bedspread off my legs, I flip on my bedside lamp and reach for my robe. The sight of my childhood room still burns my eyes a little bit. Mom decided to keep mine and Max’s rooms as they were when we were ten, not when we left home. I don’t know why, but I have a sneaking suspicion it’s so she can hear us groan and whine whenever we come to visit. I guess it’s just a fun way for her to get her kicks, now that her kids are twenty-eight years old.

  I head downstairs as I tie my robe. Mom keeps those lighted air fresheners plugged in to the outlets around the house so, thankfully, I don’t have to turn on a single light until I get into the kitchen. For some reason, I’m in a festive mood for hot cocoa.

  As my milky chocolate powder mixture is warming in the microwave, I take my stance in front of the kitchen window and stare out into the darkness. It’s peaceful and quiet. I like it.

  My mind is blissfully vacant as I watch tiny traces of flurries scuttle through the air outside, but it’s brought to a violent halt.

  “Can’t sleep?”

  The sudden voice makes me jump and stifle a shriek. I whip around to see Adam standing in the doorway to the kitchen with his brows high and a disbelieving smile across his face.

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” I snap angrily. My heart is thundering in my chest and my anxiety has reached eleven. “Jesus Christ.”

  “Sorry,” he chuckles as he approaches.

  I openly glare at him. When the timer to the microwave goes off, I step around Adam without a word to retrieve my cup.

  “Hot chocolate?” he asks.

  “Yeah,” I say under my breath. “What are you doing here, anyway?”

  “Couldn’t sleep either,” he replies. “I’m not exactly short enough for a twin bed.”

  A small smile tugs briefly at the corner of my lips as I stir my cocoa. The image of Max and Adam trying to fit in Max’s old bunk beds, with their feet likely hanging off the edge, suddenly flashes in my mind and I can’t help but giggle. It actually calms me down a little bit, to the point I don’t feel like I nearly had a heart attack seconds ago.

  “Yeah, Mom stayed kind of old school with the bedrooms.” When I finish stirring my drink, I toss the spoon into the sink.

  “I don’t know how the hell Max can do it,” he says. “Seriously, that guy can sleep anywhere.”

  “Tell me about it,” I nod as I finally turn to face him. “When we were kids, we went camping and we couldn’t find him for like, an hour. Mom and Gramps were freaking out. Turns out, he fell asleep in the back of the truck on top of all the gear they hadn’t unpacked yet.”

  “You’re kidding.”

  “No.” I shake my head. “He’s been able to fall asleep anywhere for as long as I can remember.”

  “Hmm,” Adam nods to himself and for a moment, he looks like he’s honestly impressed by Max’s ‘super power’.

  “So…” I draw his eye when I speak again. “Why are you here, exactly?”

  “Couldn’t sleep.”

  “No. No, I mean, here, in the house. Why’d you come back with Max?”

  Max’s answer doesn’t really appease me. I figure there has to be more. It’d just make sense to me that Adam has an ulterior motive.

  “Max asked what I was doing for Christmas. I told him I was just going to be hanging out in the bus, so he invited me here.” His answer’s kind of sad, and it makes me feel a little guilty for being so angry he came. Until his fucking smirk returns. “Why? Having trouble concentrating while I’m around?”

  I openly roll my eyes. “Ass.”

  “Oh, come on,” he laughs as he reaches forward and grabs my wrist. I reluctantly follow his lead. When I’m close enough, Adam wraps his arms around me. “You really mad I’m here?” I feel his hand glide along my jaw before slipping into my hair. The sensation of his fingers dragging along my scalp makes me shudder and he knows it. He knows how to push most, if not all, of my buttons. “�
��Cause I think we can have some fun.”

  His breath grazes my lips and I feel the heat of him only inches away. My eyes drift shut on impulse. I hate that he has this kind of effect on me, but love it at the same time. Sometimes it makes him evil, though. Adam kisses me and I immediately melt against his chest. Any irritation I’ve had towards him throughout the day vanishes in that instant, alongside my reservations about being in my childhood home. He tugs at the sash keeping my robe closed, and doesn’t hesitate to push it off my shoulders. Keeping my lips locked with his, I shrug the garment away. It takes only seconds for us to be clamoring for one another like overheated teenagers again.

  I take hold of Adam’s shirt and begin to work it up his body. He feels the action and breaks our kiss long enough to finish the job I’ve begun. With an easy flick of the wrist, he pulls the fabric off and drops it to the floor near my robe. My eyes lock to his torso. I can’t help it. Adam is toned. He isn’t overly muscular, but he’s naturally defined, with the perfect amount of chest hair. It’s enough to make a girl go weak in the knees.

  Adam presses his body against mine, guiding me back until I’m stopped by the counter. Stealing random kisses, he curls his fingers beneath the hem of my shirt and removes it, too. I hear a low groan emanate from his throat, but I don’t have a chance to enjoy the sound before he sinks to his knees.

  His hands squeeze my hips and massage the bare flesh as he nips at my right breast. My fingers plow through his tousled hair, holding him close as he explores me with his mouth. I can feel my heart racing, slamming against my ribs while he flicks his tongue expertly across my nipple. For only a moment or two, he lingers before repeating the affection with its twin.

  I draw my bottom lip between my teeth to keep from making noises or demanding he proceed. Evidently, he’s well aware of my growing desire and impatience. The hands on my hips hook the waistband of my pajama pants and as he places kisses across my stomach, Adam pushes them down. My breath immediately catches in my throat when he buries his face between my thighs. My fingers clench in his hair, causing him to growl again and his actions to increase.

  My world goes blank as his tongue dances over my folds and across my sensitive bud. My breathing turns heavy. It’s the only sound I’m brave enough to make, but Adam’s trying his hardest to coax more out of me. If he keeps doing what he’s doing, I may not be able to resist. I don’t know how I manage the strength to lift my head, let alone look down, but when I do, my heart skips a beat. Adam’s staring back at me, his face half-hidden between my legs, and his sapphire eyes shining. It’s one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen, and it’s almost enough to make me come, but I refuse. Gathering every hint of dwindling will power I still possess, I tighten my grip in Adam’s hair. Before I change my mind, or he pushes me over the edge, I pull his head away from my dripping core.

  The confusion stretched across his face lasts only a moment as I drop to my knees, crawling into his lap as I do. I don’t hesitate to kiss him deeply, tasting my essence on his lips in the process.

  “I want you inside me,” I whisper as I reach between us and grasp his throbbing cock. “Fuck me, Adam.” I easily pull him free and repeat myself. “Fuck me, now.”

  We work together flawlessly and my wishes are soon made real. I feel every inch of him slide into me, stretching me to my limits until I’m seated in his lap completely. I trust Adam unreservedly, so that detestable slip of latex protection we usually use isn’t even a thought.

  For a moment, we don’t move, temporarily paralyzed as we get used to one another again. It happens every time.

  “Shit,” he sighs against the crook of my neck. My skin prickles as he rakes his fingernails down my spine. “You feel so fucking good.”

  I let out a soft moan and gently nip at his earlobe. Drawing back, I kiss him again. Adam reciprocates in kind.

  Minutes seem to pass, and I don’t know if I’m simply ready to move before he is, or I’m just unwilling to wait. Whatever the reason, I need more. I have to feel him and finish what he started. With my arms draped over his shoulders, I begin to shift my hips. I feel Adam’s fingers dig into the flesh of my ass. I can’t tell if he’s trying to keep me still or not, but it isn’t going to work.

  In seconds, I’m bouncing in his lap and he’s helping me, pulling me down sharply and impaling me on his dick. My forehead rests against his and I feel my orgasm approaching again, but it’s not enough for Adam. Without warning, he spins us both until my back is pressed into the cold tile of the kitchen floor. The shock of it radiates through me, but is quickly overshadowed.

  From our new angle, Adam has much more power than before.

  Adam slams into me and I have to stifle my urge to cry out. Some part of my brain is still aware that we’re in my mother’s kitchen, but the desire is there. I have to bite down on my lips, hard, to suppress it.

  The sound of flesh slapping against flesh and Adam’s grunts fill my ears. It drowns me and adds another level to my pleasure.

  I’m teetering on the cliffs of sanity, digging my nails into Adam’s back as I struggle to keep myself lucid, but it doesn’t matter. When Adam laces his fingers through my hair and yanks sharply on my locks, the pain of it is all it takes for those cliffs to crumble. In an instant, I’m pushed over the edge into another body-shattering orgasm.

  My fingernails slice into his back and I instinctively bite into his shoulder viciously to silence myself. Adam snarls in pain. To ‘punish’ me, he smashes into me almost brutally, but all it does is throw me deeper and deeper into euphoria.

  The world around me has disappeared. All I know is I feel weightless.

  Slowly, but surely, my wits return, and I’m brought back down to reality. Adam is still on the brink, so I decide to push him over. Taking hold of his arms, I shove my body into his and force him to roll until I’m on top. Another confused expression takes his features, and the sight of it makes me smirk wickedly in response. Without giving him the chance to comprehend our reversed roles, I begin to move against him.

  The sight of his eyes rolling back in pleasure and him biting his bottom lip to stay quiet makes me work harder. It gives me a wonderful sense of control and authority that I intend to exploit to his benefit. It only seems fair.

  I plant my hands against his chest and thrust my hips down on him as hard as I can. He holds onto me for dear life as he meets me in stride.

  “That’s it,” he mumbles. Adam forces his head up to watch me. His brows are pulled together tightly as though he’s trying to last as long as possible just so he can enjoy the moment. I’m not willing to let him hold out. Just like he knows my buttons, I know his.

  Reaching forward, I grab the base of Adam’s throat. I’m not choking him, but I know the little bit of pressure is what does it. And I’m right. With his jaw clenched tight, Adam throws me down on his dick only twice more before suddenly pushing me up onto my knees, and pulling out entirely. The instant he does, he spills himself on his stomach in ecstatic burst, grunting as he comes. After a moment, and with a heavy sigh, Adam’s head falls back onto the cold tile floor.

  I don’t bother hiding what I’m sure is an arrogant smile. Leaning forward, I let my chest rest against his. Adam shifts beneath me, propping his head up with one arm while the other cradles the small of my back. He finally meets my gaze with heavy, satiated eyes.

  “Kind of glad I couldn’t sleep, now,” he says with a thick, gruff voice.

  “I’ll bet you are,” I tease sarcastically.

  I find myself staring into his eyes, and I’m not entirely sure why. They’re a beautiful color, true to the sapphire gemstone they remind me of. His fingers glide tenderly up and down the length of my spine, lulling me into a level of comfort I haven’t felt in a long time. As he does, I reach forward. I slowly run the tip of my index finger along the edge of his jaw, ruffling his facial hair when I come across it before continuing on. Out of my periphery, I can see him watching me smirking, again, but I don’t mind. In fact,
for some reason, I’m fascinated by what I’m doing to the point I trace all of his facial hair, including his mustache.

  As I draw my finger across his upper lip, Adam lunges forward and bites down softly on it. With our eyes locked, he sucks the digit into his mouth and runs his tongue under the length of it before pulling back to release me. I arch a single brow while he grins his satisfaction. I don’t know what possesses me to suck on my finger after he had, but I do and delight when I see him bite his bottom lip seductively.

  ****

  We stay like that for a while, caressing one another and simply enjoying the closeness. It’s the first time we’ve ever been able to do so after we’ve had sex. Adam and I only hang out with others around. There’s no reason for us to be alone ordinarily and we know it, so we may have little moments in a crowd, or get to spend a fair amount of time together that way, but never like this. We’ve always sneaked away to fuck, so we never get the chance.

  I like it more than I should, and it takes me a second to realize I’m slipping into something far too sweet. In fact, it isn’t until I see Adam staring at me almost lovingly that I notice what’s happening and decide we need to put an end to it. We’re dangerously close to adding actual layers to our relationship.

  “Come on,” I finally say, “we should get off the floor.”

  When I try to sit up, Adam uses the hand on my back to pull me down into another kiss. I return the sentiment without a second thought before I finally stand. He follows suit shortly after.

  As I put my nightclothes back on, Adam tugs his pajama pants into place, and cleans off his stomach. My smirk returns. He catches sight of it briefly, but does little more than grin and send me a mocking glare.

  Together, we straighten the kitchen as much as possible while I quickly gulp down my now-cold cocoa. All of a sudden, I’m exhausted and more than willing to pass out for the rest of the year.