Adam's Thorn

by Angela Verdenius

  The naked desire in her face shook him, made him burn hotter, made his hips flex. The knowledge that she wasn’t unaffected, that she liked touching his body, that she wanted him in the same carnal way he wanted her, had him sucking in deep, chest rising, and then he blew it out evenly, his gaze locked on her.

  Her lips parted, the soft, lush pillows moist, but her hand stayed where it was, fingers resting in his groin, her other hand resting above his knee.

  “Adam…” So sweetly, erotically husky.

  “Touch me.” His answer was grated out, harsh with need, deep with command.

  Her gaze left his face, trailed down across his abdomen to where the head of his shaft strained up past his belly button.

  Heat thudding, pulse racing, Adam watched her, bending his outer knee more, his free hand grabbing onto the side of the table as she licked her lips.

  Oh Christ, was she…would she…?

  His thoughts almost splintered when she reached out to run the tip of one finger down the length of his shaft.

  “Barbie,” he rasped. “Baby, don’t tease.”

  The flash in her eyes was a mixture of pale fire and amusement, a teasing light that had his breath catching.

  One step sideways had her firmly placed level with his hips. Trailing her finger up his groin, she slid her hand beneath his throbbing shaft to lie flat on his abdomen. The sensation of her hand beneath his shaft yet atop his stomach had his abdominal muscles bunching.

  God, she felt good, just that light touch.

  Reaching up, Barbie placed her other palm against his shaft, curving her hand around it but pressing, too, and then she slowly slid down, the oil on her palm making the journey easier.

  It had him seeing stars, had his hips pushing up.

  She actually shocked him by pressing her hand down on his abdomen. “Settle.”

  Was she actually telling him what to do? Censuring him?

  Always one to give orders, always being the dominant partner, Adam started to push upright, fully intending to show her who was boss, who gave the orders, only to have her blow his mind.

  Her hand on his shaft pressed against the base of him, fingers spreading out so that she played along his sac, short nails scraping over the puckered skin.

  Then she simply cupped him and pressed up against his body.

  All breath left him as she pulled the vulnerable sac away from him again, rolling his balls in her palm, separating them with dexterous fingers and rolling, rolling, just rolling them.

  He arched up, she pressed down on his stomach, laugh soft, taunting, full of hot, carnal teasing.

  “Oh God, Barbie!”

  Releasing his sac, she moved her hand further, finger sliding along behind to press firmly against his perineum, stroking lightly, then firmly, pressing in little pressure areas.

  Fire seared, his sac drawing tight, and her fingers withdrew.

  Lurching up onto one elbow, he reached for her, intending to drag her up his body so he could kiss her hot and hard, but then she dropped her head, capturing his shaft and pulling it back from his body at the same time in a move so quick that he wasn’t ready for the sensation of her tongue stroking flat across the tip.

  He fell bonelessly back onto the table, his hand gripping the side.

  Barbie licked again, tongue flat, the roughness almost abrading, and Adam’s hips bucked helplessly when she played the tip of her tongue across the slit in the head of his shaft.

  Needing to hang onto something, not wanting it to end, wanting to both plunge his shaft deep inside her and have her suck on him all at the same time, Adam reached back over his head, hands grabbing onto the top of the table, anchoring himself.

  Panting, chest rising and falling, he felt her hand on his other thigh pushing his bent knee further out, opening him more to her gaze and touch.

  Caught up in a hot chasm of fiery need and carnal heat, he obeyed, his jaw clenching, his back arching once more when her mouth engulfed him, soft lips sliding down his shaft, fire exploding out as she sucked strongly, her tongue curving around his shaft to rhythmically rub against him as she sucked,

  The fire swept through him, centred on his engorged shaft, roared through it, only to pull back and sear through his sac when she cupped it, rolled the balls, squeezed, bringing him to the cusp of mindless pleasure bordering on the threat of pain, the dangerous knowledge that if she squeezed too hard he could be in agony of a totally different kind.

  But the agony she threw him into was searing, boiling eroticism. Sliding her mouth firmly up his shaft, tongue pressing against throbbing veins, she slid right up to the tip, keeping her lips firm and sucking on the end. Concentrated sucking, drawing on him, drawing right over the slit, and just when he thought he couldn’t take it any longer, was going to explode, she slid her mouth slowly, so agonisingly slowly, down his shaft.

  Her free hand was around the base, holding him firmly, her other hand spread on his abdomen, fingers flexing against the hardness of his muscles.

  Sucking, just sucking so hard.

  Adam writhed on the table, totally at her mercy, arching up, hips thrusting as he drew in great, shuddering breaths.

  He’d never known anything like it. Never been taken so mercilessly, so erotically.

  Barbie played him, stretching his nerves, pulling them tight, and then he went stiff, muscles tensing.

  She deep throated him.

  Shocked, aroused beyond measure, he bucked, would have driven further but she controlled the depth with her hand on his shaft.

  He was large, he knew it, in girth and length, bigger than the average man, and he’d never been deep throated before. It almost blew his mind.

  Then she swallowed, swallowed again, her throat closing snugly over his shaft and squeezing.

  Adam shattered. Hips bucking wildly, muscles bunching and flexing, hands gripping the table violently, Adam emptied into her. Seed poured forth, shooting down her throat, and she continued to swallow, her hand squeezing the base of his shaft in a delicious, torturous grip, and then she ripped his sanity completely apart.

  Cupping his spasming sac, she pressed it up against his perineum and massaged.

  His roar echoed in the room, his hips shoving hard.

  She swallowed everything he gave.

  Adam didn’t know how long he’d been out, how long he’d been drifting in the pleasant after-haze of mind-numbing release. Slowly he came to, opening his eyes. Music still thumped gently from the CD player, the sun shone outside, and the sounds of birds filtered through the window.

  His arms actually shook when he propped himself up on his elbows. Glancing around, he saw that he was alone in the room.

  Jesus, he felt rung out, depleted, so deliciously used. Lifting the towel that was draped primly across his lap, he looked at his shaft. It wasn’t so proud now, so demanding. It lay limp.

  Well used.

  God, Barbie had used him well. Sucked him dry, worked her mouth until he’d lost total control.

  Jesus.

  Sitting up, he swung his legs off the table, flexing his arms and stretching. His muscles felt good, relaxed, like he could just slide off the table onto the floor in a spent puddle.

  She’d left him alone.

  The memory of her mouth on him was enough to get his shaft stirring, and Adam stood up. Yeah, she’d used him well…and then she’d left him alone with the towel draped across his hips.

  Rolling his shoulders, he smiled. Yeah, she’d used him, but by God, he was going to return the favour.

  Strength flowed through him, straightening his spine. Control slid back into place. Yeah, she’d had the upper hand, had had him at her mercy, controlling him, but if Barbie Declan thought that was going to happen again, she had another think coming. Unless he let her.

  Hell yes. But another time.

  Just the memory of her hot, teasing laugh right before she’d controlled him so mercilessly had carnal desire coursing through him. He felt almost barbaric, the overwhelming
urge to capture and tame her hitting him hard, making him smile in anticipation.

  Hell yes again.

  Now to find her.

  Before he could take a step towards the door, the sound of a car engine caught his attention, had his head swinging around. Voices. Crossing to the window, he saw Barbie approach a car as a man climbed out to greet her.

  His nostrils actually flared at the thought of any man near his woman right now. With his scent on her, hell, his seed inside her, his taste on her tongue, no man had any right to be near her.

  The archaic emotion had him yanking his jeans on, shoving his feet into his shoes, pulling his shirt on and leaving the buttons undone, the sides flapping as he stalked from the room, the cloud of desire and dominance riding him hard.

  The cool breeze hit him as he walked out the door, his searching gaze drawn immediately to where Barbie spoke quietly to the man, her hands gesturing.

  The hands that had been on him, squeezed him, played with him.

  Just the thought had fire sparking under his skin.

  Stepping down off the veranda, he crossed the grassy expanse separating him from the man with his woman at the car.

  Barbie saw him, her eyes widening, her cheeks flushing crimson.

  The man stopped talking, his gaze flicking between Barbie and Adam.

  Coming up beside Barbie, Adam slid one arm around her waist, pulling her into his side as he looked down at the man. “I’m Adam.”

  “Hi - um…” The man glanced at Barbie then back up at Adam. “I’m Spencer. I’m from the antique dealer in the city.” He held out a hand to him. “I’m here to see the furniture and other items?”

  “Really?” Adam growled. “Maybe you should come back another time.”

  “Adam!” Barbie glared up at him, partly annoyed, partly mortified

  He looked hotly down at her, making no effort to hide the heat he felt. It was gratifying to see the red bloom deeper in her cheeks.

  Even more gratifying was to see her nipples pressing against the front of her bodice, ample proof that she wasn’t unaffected by their heated encounter.

  “If this time isn’t okay-” Spencer began.

  “Its fine,” Barbie assured him.

  “It’s not.” Adam held her closer, pulling her hard against him. “We have things to do.” Yeah, that had the blush covering her whole face.

  Made him feel like pounding his chest, throwing her over his shoulder, and carting her back inside to lay her out on the bed and lick her from top to toe and back again.

  Why the hell not? Bugger Spencer.

  And right then came a huge stumbling block. A second car pulled in right behind Spencer’s, and out came Mrs Hubble. Her wide eyes took in everything, shooting from him, to Barbie, to the arm he had around her waist. Mrs Hubble looked at Spencer.

  “Hi.” He smiled widely. “I’m Spencer.”

  Damn Spencer, and right then, damn Mrs Hubble, too.

  Barbie plucked at the back of his shirt while he glared at the couple swapping pleasantries.

  “Let go of me,” she hissed. “Please.”

  Slowly he lowered his gaze to her.

  “Please,” she repeated quietly. “Mrs Hubble…”

  “I don’t care about-”

  “I do. I don’t want to be the talk of the town. Please, Adam, I have business to do. The antique dealer came all the way from the city. Mrs Hubble is here. Please. Just go.”

  Go? His eyes narrowed. Did she really think he was just going to walk away?

  “Please.” She started wringing her hands.

  A car went past on the road, the horn hooting and a voice calling out, whistling.

  Barbie bit her lip, her eyes distressed as she watched Larry Kingsley in his fancy car pass out of sight.

  It was that distress that made Adam rein in his wildly out-of-control instinct to grab her and drag her inside regardless of who was in view. Right then he might not care, but Barbie - well, hell, he didn’t want her upset. He wanted her all hot and bothered and panting with lust, not crying with embarrassment.

  Cursing under his breath, he released her, stepping back. Barbie breathed a sigh of relief. Adam started to walk away, only to swing back, grab her upper arms and yank her up against him.

  Well aware now of the frankly curious gazes of Mrs Hubble and Spencer, he lowered his head so that Barbie’s startled face was only inches from his, and said quietly, dangerously quietly, need throbbing through his tone, “I’ll be back. You be ready.” One hard kiss, tongue raking through her mouth in a possessive need to stamp more of his taste into her, and then Adam released her and strode across to the car.

  Without looking at Mrs Hubble or Spencer, he drove away.

  He’d be back. Looking at Barbie standing in the driveway, her mouth open, one hand on her generous bosom, he smiled grimly. Oh yes, he’d be back.

  And she better be ready.

  Chapter 8

  It took everything Barbie had to drag her churning thoughts from Adam and what she’d done to him. Oh God!

  “Well, dear.” Mrs Hubble smiled brightly.

  Blinking, Barbie gladly focussed her attention on her two visitors. “Um…Mrs Hubble. How - how nice to see you.” And why was she here? Her confusion changed to wariness.

  Looking sideways at Spencer, Mrs Hubble cleared her throat.

  Taking the hint, Spencer waved a hand at the house. “Would you mind if I had a wander around, have a peek at the furniture and stuff?”

  “Of course not.” Barbie nodded. “Just don’t let the cats out, they’re indoor cats. Feel free to wander and look around. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

  Spencer quickly retreated to the house, his expression eager. No doubt he’d almost have an orgasm when he saw what was inside.

  Orgasm? Don’t think it! Do not think orgasm and Adam at the same - argh!

  “My dear.” Mrs Hubble sighed. “I have an apology to make.”

  Barbie looked at her. She could act all surprised and say ‘of course not’, but that didn’t right wrongs, did it? She knew from experience. So she just waited patiently.

  “I’m afraid I took what you said right out of context,” Mrs Hubble continued. “I caused a bit of trouble, it seems.”

  “Yes.”

  “Hmmm.” Mrs Hubble frowned a little. “Adam came and saw me. He wasn’t pleased.”

  Adam displeased was not a good sight. She’d been on the receiving end of his displeasure, and she knew how unpleasant that could be. Except not twenty minutes ago he’d been screaming out his pleasure.

  Focus!

  “He can be a little overpowering,” Barbie agreed.

  “Made me see that I need to be a little less sensitive to the sometimes frank language of the young people today.” Mrs Hubble paused. “Not that I condone swearing and rudeness.”

  “Of course. Neither do I.” How about scream-inducing blow jobs? Barbie kept her face straight.

  “Good to hear. Anyway, dear, I am sorry. Please accept my apology.”

  “Of course.” Reaching out, she gave the elderly lady’s hand a little squeeze.

  “So kind of you.” Mrs Hubble smiled.

  If Mrs Hubble had any idea how much Barbie knew about doing the wrong thing, regrets and forgiveness, she’d be amazed.

  Mrs Hubble’s eyes brightened. “I see you and young Adam are hitting it off nicely.”

  “Adam? Oh, no, I-”

  “Of course, dear.” Mrs Hubble winked and tapped the side of her nose, leaning forward conspiratorially. “You want to keep it quiet for now.”

  “Honestly, I-”

  “Most wise. Don’t want to be thought of as loose. Fighting one minute, loving the next.”

  Nothing she said was going to change Mrs Hubble’s mind, so Barbie just smiled, shrugged, and tried not to look appalled.

  Turning, Mrs Hubble looked at the house. “My, the stories this place could tell.”

  Immediately, Barbie’s interest was captured. Moving up bes
ide Mrs Hubble, she followed her gaze. “You know a lot about this place?”

  “My dear, I grew up here. Of course I knew your Great Aunt Penny.”

  “Then perhaps you could tell me the story of the rose bushes and the graves.”

  Mrs Hubble looked at her. “I have a better idea. Why don’t you come to afternoon tea tomorrow, and I’ll tell you all about it? Mr Parker is also coming, and his memory is better than mine. I just know he’d be delighted to share a cuppa and a lot of memories.”

  “I’ve a much better idea,” Barbie replied. “How about you both come to afternoon tea here, and you can look at the photos and see if you can identify anyone for me?”

  Delighted, Mrs Hubble beamed. “Oh, how lovely! Yes, my dear, I can certainly manage that. I’ll call in on Percy, let him know.” Crossing to her car, she opened the door and climbed in a little stiffly. “Shall we say three o’clock?”

  “Sounds good.” Barbie waved her off before heading back into the house.

  Passing the massage room, she looked at the table, the towel lying on the floor, and felt heat wash right through her. That gorgeous, tall, muscular body, strong and warm… Oh God, I really did it. I laid Adam Moor out and gave him a blow job, felt him up, played with him - oh geez.

  Cringing, at the same time trying to ignore the flush of moist heat in the apex of her thighs, she shut the door with a little more force than necessary and walked into the kitchen. Time to focus her overheated thoughts elsewhere.

  Spencer was nowhere in sight, and she called his name. When there was no answer, she went upstairs. “Spencer?”

  “In here.” His voice came from the boy’s bedroom.

  Stopping in the doorway, she watched him carefully going through the clothes in the drawer.

  “These are very old,” he told her. “Quite good condition considering. With a clean-up, some of them might be worth a little something.”

  “Not a lot?”

  “They are clothes. Now, these toys.” Turning to the monkey, he picked it up.

  Barbie shuddered inwardly at its inane, fixed smile.