He teases me by dipping his fingers beneath the elastic of those practically non-existent panties, and I groan.
“This isn’t making it up to me.” As though they have a mind of their own, my hands find their way to his thick, dark hair. I stroke my fingers through, savoring the sensation of the silky strands against my hands.
“What would, then?” He starts to ease the snug denim down my hips, my thighs. He takes his time, and I notice that he’s running his hands over every curve, exploring, his expression one of fascination.
“What are you thinking?” Even though I can’t imagine that he would be here unless he really wanted to be—hell, he paid one hell of a lot of money to get me away from Black and her goons—I still can’t help the instinct to cover myself with my hands.
I see him note my little twitch, and he frowns. “I’m thinking that you’d better fist your hands in the bedspread, woman. If you dare try to cover up what I want to see, then you’re not going to like the consequences.”
Dark shock blasts through me, setting me on fire. “What are the consequences?” I can’t help but ask. This man is fucking fascinating.
His thumbs caress the sensitive skin of my inner ankles before he pulls my feet out of my jeans. I’m now naked, save for that scrap of underpants, and he’s kneeling between my spread thighs. I have a pretty good idea of where this is going, and I don’t know if I’m embarrassed or thrilled.
Adam tilts his head, considering, as he dances his fingers back up to my inner thighs. I moan quietly while he strokes the soft, soft skin of the crease that divides my legs from my torso.
“Well, if you can’t keep your hands off of what I want…” With a sudden movement, he palms my mound, and I can feel damp heat surge to dampen his fingers.
He grins.
“I’ll still play. I’ll still explore every inch of this skin, still smell and taste and touch until I know what drives you wild. But I’ll stop there. You won’t get what you’re going to beg me for.”
I can feel my eyes go wide. Holy shit, but Adam Kincaid has a fithy mouth.
I freaking love it.
“You’re kind of bossy, you know that?” Instead of digging my fingers into the bedspread, I grab his shoulders, pulling him down to me for a kiss.
His hesitation is minute, but there. I pull back and look at him. “What’s wrong?”
“I am bossy. It’s always worked for me.” His expression tells me what his lips aren’t.
But does this work for a woman? Does this work for you?
“Adam.” Taking his face in my hands, I pull him in for a lingering kiss. “I’m just feeling my way here, too. Let’s just… just not worry so much, okay? Let’s just do what feels good.”
I bite my lower lip, and he zeroes right in on that.
“If you keep doing that, I’m not going to be able to take my time like I want to.”
“So don’t.” Lifting my hips, I wiggle against him. The friction of his jeans, the fabric of my panties, is mind-numbing.
And then a strong hand is against my belly, holding me down on the bed, while Adam’s wide shoulders hold my thighs open. When he speaks, the heat of his breath makes nerves spark to life.
“I’m not going to be rushed.” He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, then drags his tongue along the seam that divides leg and belly. I gasp at the damp heat. “And you’re going to just lie there and take it.”
“Fuck that.” I try to prop myself up on my elbows, to reach for him, because I’m so torn—I want what he’s offering, but I don’t want to be a silent participant. Don’t want to be one of those girls just getting fucked, just an empty cavity—I want to leave my mark on him too. But he’s strong, and the hand on my abdomen keeps me from going anywhere, doing anything but lying on the bed and, yes, fisting my hands in the quilt, just to have something to hold on to.
“Oh, you’ll get it.” I can hear the grim satisfaction in his voice as he uses one finger to explore the full crotchless aspect of my panties. He barely grazes the seam of my lower lips and I arch off the bed, spine curving.
“But not until I’ve explored my fill.” He makes quick work of the strings on the other side of my hips, and then the panties fall away. I’m completely bared to him, and suddenly very grateful for the intrusive grooming that Miss Black insists upon for all of her girls.
“Be still.” That hand presses into me again, and a delicious sense of helplessness takes me over.
It’s not something I ever thought I’d enjoy, not being the one in control of sex. But I’m finding it’s strangely freeing to give in, to have the reins taken away… it leaves me free to shed the images that haunt me, of those girls I grew up with, pregnant before their sixteenth birthdays, saddled with baby daddies who aren’t even old enough to vote.
I open my mouth to say something, and am shushed. An inner feminist spark is outraged; the rest of me floats dreamlessly away.
“Don’t talk. Don’t move. Please. Just let me discover you.”
I can feel his eyes on me as he strokes me again. His touch is slow, giving him plenty of time to discover what makes me sigh, what makes me squirm, what makes me moan.
“There.” Forgetting his demand that I be quiet, I jolt and cry out when his finger finds the hard nub of my clit. Pleasure is so bright I see stars. “Stay there.”
“Now who’s bossy?” I can hear the smile in his voice as he slowly circles my clit. Then, to my absolute frustration, he moves on. “But you’re not the one in charge here.”
“Go back!” I’m panting; he chuckles. And then I feel his finger nudging at my swollen entrance, and my vision goes white.
“Tell me if this is too much.” Slowly but never hesitant, Adam slides his finger inside of me, and I clench around him, which makes him groan. “So tight. So wet. You’re perfect.”
“Adam… I need…” I writhe under the hand that holds me captive. I can’t keep quiet. “More. Please. More.”
He works in a second finger, and I close my eyes, it feels so good. Most of my experience in this arena has been sadly lacking, fumble fingered boys doing the minimum required to get their dicks between my legs. But Adam truly seems to be savoring this, this learning of me.
He may not have done this in a long time… and I may be a disgraced call girl… but I know that together we’ll find a way.
***
“Are you close?” When Adam asks, I don’t feel any of the pressure that I ever have before… I don’t feel like his ego will be damaged if I don’t fake my way to release, so I answer honestly.
“It feels good. But I… it can take a long time.”
“What do you need?” He slides his fingers out of me, rests them on my belly, and I can feel the dampness. My dampness.
“I need… more.” Suddenly he’s over me, his elbows resting on either side of my head, pinning me with his stare.
“More what, Carly?” I can’t look away.
“I—” I know if I try to get out of answering, it will just prolong my suffering—but he’ll make me answer in the end.
“Tell me what you need.” He’s so beautiful, this man, so utterly focused on my pleasure, that I find myself spitting it out.
“More… touching. On… on my clit.”
I’m rewarded with a long, slow swipe of his tongue.
“Like that?” His words vibrate through my flesh.
“Y—yes!” My hips arch, my legs clamping around his neck. I would close them entirely, but he’s in my way.
I lose track of time, of my surroundings, of everything but the way that Adam is making me feel as he turns his full attention to his task. His movements are slow and a bit unsure at first, more because he’s trying to take his time and learn what I like than because he’s lacking confidence, though. And that’s with good reason, because before long he’s licking me in a way that drives me crazy, slow, lingering circles that push me higher, but not quite enough to send me flying.
“Adam. Please. Please!” My thighs
tighten around his head, and I can feel the vibration of his laugh against my tender flesh.
“Don’t move.” The hand that has been laying flat on my belly moves to join its twin. I whimper as Adam parts my folds with his fingertips. There on his knees with my legs draped over his shoulders, he stares his fill at that most secret part of me. I’m a little bit embarrassed, but I’m also so turned on that I can’t really focus on anything besides demanding more.
“So pink.” His breath fans out over my moist heat, making me tremble.
“You smell so good.” He nuzzles the inside of my thigh. Oh God.
“And you’re so sweet. I’ve never tasted anything like you before.” Without warning, the fingers holding me open move inward, one on each side of my clit. Then his mouth closes over that small bit of flesh and sucks, hard.
“Shit!” I scream. The intensity is a full body shock after so many teasing caresses, and I stiffen, my heels digging into the solid muscle of his back. He’s sucking at me like I would if I had his cock in my mouth, and I think I’ll have to tell him to stop, because it’s too much—the pleasure coils inside of me, tighter and tighter like a spring that might snap under the pressure.
His teeth graze me, just the lightest of touches, and I’m gone. I scream as a sensation like nothing I’ve ever felt slams into me with the force of a train. I’m rocking back and forth, and my hips are bucking, and my heels kick at that velvet skin so hard I know I’ll leave bruises. But he doesn’t release me, doesn’t stop until the storm has passed, until I’m lying electrified on the bed, little whimpers escaping from my mouth.
I blink when he prowls over me, that gorgeous face appearing in my line of sight with what could only be described as a smug smile curving up his lips.
“Did that feel good?” He grins when I muster up the energy to half heartedly slap him on the arm.
“You know it did.” My throat is dry. I now know better than to ask him if he’s done that before. I know he hasn’t, and I don’t want to bring the ghost of Tracey into this moment. So instead I prop myself up, and press a soft kiss to his lips. “I like the way you pay attention.”
“I want to learn everything about you.” Tangling his fingers in the dark ribbons of my hair, he takes control of the kiss, angling his head and sliding deep. And even though he quite literally just rocked my world, I can feel my body responding.
I want him again. And I want him now.
Breathing hard, Adam climbs off of me, standing at the foot of the bed. Eyes on me, he slides his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans, slowly sliding them down his lean hips, his strong thighs until they pool on the floor.
We didn’t turn on any lights in the room when we came in, and it’s dim, the blackness broken only by the neon lights that flood in from outside. I can hear the storm still howling, matching what I’m feeling in my heart as I study Adam, who stands still and lets me look.
“You’re so beautiful.” I hold out a hand to pull him to me, not able to bear being apart for even one more second. I moisten my lips with my tongue, then sigh with pleasure as he lays down beside me, his hand splayed between my shoulder blades, pulling me to him until we’re again pressed skin to skin.
“That’s my line.” He nips at my earlobe as he speaks, his free hand skimming my side. And then we’re kissing again, a soft touch that very quickly grows frantic. It’s not at all elegant, the way the best sex rarely is, all lips mashing together and bodies straining to get closer. Adam licks a line down my throat, making me writhe, as we roll, his weight pressing me into the soft sheets.
Moving on instinct, I part my legs, let him settle between them. Reaching down, I clasp his length in sure fingers, giving him a stroke that makes him shudder before placing him at my entrance.
He freezes and pulls back as I lift my hips, leaving me empty.
“Shit.” He shifts so that his cock lies flat against my belly, rather than so temptingly pressed against my entrance. “Shit, fuck, shit!”
“What?” Not words a woman wants to hear during coitus interruptus. “Why did you stop? Am I... is this doing anything for you?”
My mind knows by now that he’s more than attracted to me, but it’s still instinct to wonder.
In response, he glares down at me, then grabs my hand. Placing it on his cock, he crudely twines my fingers with his, then hand over hands me in an up and down stroke.
“You tell me, kitten.” His breathing grows laboured as I tighten my grip, moving our hands faster. I want him inside me, but I’m also desperate to give him the pleasure that he just gave me.
“Then what... is... the... problem?” I grind my teeth together, hugely aroused by the need that is plain to see on his face. He groans, and I think he’s going to come, but he wrenches our hands off of his cock, flopping down on his back with a groan that sounds like he’s dying.
“I don’t have a condom.” He looks both abashed and thoroughly, completely pissed at himself. “Fuck.”
Right. That. I can’t believe that neither of us thought of it.
But... I run a hand down his chest. “I’m on the pill.” And I’m clean. Not that I’d expected I would be anything else, but the blood tests Miss Black made me have confirmed it.
And if Miss Black had even considered having him for a client, he would have been tested too. And she wouldn’t have taken that stack of bills from him if she hadn’t considered it, that first day in her office. Why she’d made such a fuss over it, I have no idea, but then, her personality has changed drastically even in the short time I’ve known her.
Adam eyes me thoughtfully, and I know the same thoughts are running through his head. I wiggle against him, impatient to get back to what we’d started, but he distracts me by cupping one heavy breast in his hand and running his thumb over the nipple, which tightens.
“I’ve only had sex without a condom once.” His expression darkens. I don’t have to ask him which time that was, because he’s already told me there’s only been one other time, at least with a woman. “As you can imagine, I insist on it.”
“We... we can wait.” My body shrieks with protest at this notion, but I tell it to shut the hell up. I’m an adult. I can control my hormones.
At least, I can control them long enough to see if the gift shop in the lobby sells Trojans.
Without warning, Adam rolls, taking me with him so that I’m straddling him. My thighs are stretched wide, centered on either side of his hips, and I feel open. Exposed.
Taking his cock in his own hand, he brushes the head over my clit, and stars explode behind my closed eyelids.
“I want what’s between us to be different,” he whispers, setting a punishing rhythm with his strokes. I can feel pleasure tightening inside me again, hard and fast. “I trust you. Tell me it’s okay.”
“Adam, please.” I rock my hips into the touch. God, but the man has wicked fingers. “Come inside of me.”
I come apart in the same second that he slides home. I let out a small, strangled gasp as he slowly works his way inside of me while I spasm around him.
I’m not so far gone in my own pleasure that I don’t register the pure wonder on his face as he sinks into my waiting heat.
“Christ.” His eyes are heavily lidded and fixed on me. His fingers dig for purchase on my hips. I’ll have bruises tomorrow, and I don’t care. In fact, I relish the thought of having his marks on my skin, of knowing without a doubt that we were together. “You’re so tight. So hot.”
I feel tight and hot, more than I ever have before. My flesh is swollen with my own need, pulling greedily at his cock as I rock my hips against him, just the slightest bit.
“I... oh.” That single syllable is full of awe. I watch with wide, amazed eyes as he battles for the words to explain what he’s feeling.
“Does it feel good?” I whisper his own question back at him, bending at the waist to brace my hands on his chest. I rock my hips again, sliding back and forth just a bit, just enough to work the sweetest edge of frict
ion into our joining.
“I’ve never felt anything this good.” Sinking his teeth into his lower lip, he leaves one hand on my hip, the other sliding over to toy with a breast. When he rolls my nipple between thumb and forefinger I can feel myself clench around him, and he in turn makes an unholy groan.
“So fucking good.” Sitting up so that I’m still straddling him but we’re face to face, he moves the hand on my hip to my back to hold me to him. The other lifts my breast, bringing it to his mouth, and I can’t stop the shudder when he sucks me deep.
“Everything about this is so different.” He releases my breast with a soft, moist pop. “You’re all curves and softness. And you’re so fucking sweet.”
His words have me grinding down against his cock, and he thrusts back. “I never thought I would enjoy this. I’ve always appreciated the beauty of women, but never thought I would want this. Not until you.”
For one long moment we still, breathing heavy, staring into one another’s eyes. In that moment I feel that unexpected connection between us strengthen, the whisper thin filament morphing into a stainless steel chain.
I don’t know if this will last. There’s no way that I could. But right here, right now, in this moment, I know that nothing in my life has ever felt so right.
Undone by the intensity, unable to hold back anymore, I start to rock. I push at his chest, wanting him to lie down again so that I can have control over the way I ride him. But he pushes back, holding me in place, grinding against me in a way that makes me feel every last inch of him, deep inside.
Claiming me. Making me his.
“Is this—enough—for you?” Adam’s words are broken as he moves against me, harder and harder, deeper and deeper. I want to answer that oh my God yes, I’ve never felt anything like this, but I can’t get the words out, instead burying my face into his broad shoulder. He seems to take my lack of ability to respond as a please Sir, I would like some more, and the hand not directing the movement of my hips traces down my spine... and down... right into the cleft of my buttocks.
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