by Stella Rhys
“I can make you come with my hands, mouth or tits. What do you want?”
His eyebrows went up. “To marry you, I think.”
I laughed. “Choose.”
“Can I say all?”
“Mm-hm,” I answered as I slid myself down his body, reveling in the sound of his breath already getting a little heavier out of pure anticipation.
Admittedly, I fucking loved having that effect on him. I could actually feel how much he wanted me, and as promised, I gave him a little bit of everything, starting with my mouth for several minutes, reveling in every twitch of his muscled thighs, and drawing out every low, sexy grunt I could out of him as I got him slick enough to stroke in my hands. But with the way my breasts were bouncing as I did that, I knew he wouldn’t let me keep going for long, and just as suspected, it was only about a minute before he had me flipped on my back, my lips parted and my eyes wide as he treated me to the full view of his long, chiseled torso at work. His every muscle rippled above me as he braced his hand on the headboard, making the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard as he fucked his cock between my pushed-up tits.
I swore I had a hands-free orgasm when he came. The groan he let out was unabashedly loud, angry, and it made my pussy pound as right in front of me, I watched his hips flex and his dick jerk, jetting hot pleasure all over my breasts and my stomach.
The kiss he planted on me after was more of a greedy lick against my tongue, claiming me before he said, “Get in the shower.”
I did as I was told, walking ahead of Adam into his sun-drenched bathroom with the glittering white marble and glass shower. Our eyes were locked as he turned on the water, and for the first few minutes, he simply watched me in a trance as I soaped up my breasts, rubbing gently to wash off his cum.
“God, I could watch you do this every fucking morning,” he muttered.
“You’re going to make me wash your cum off my tits every morning?” I teased. He smirked.
“That alright with you?”
“I wouldn’t mind. As long as you come other places sometimes too.”
He sucked in a breath between his teeth, his upper lip curling with arousal. “Like where?” he asked, his gentle voice a stark contrast to the wolfish look in his eyes as he came close to me. “Here?” He dipped his head down to kiss my lips as I hummed an mm-hmm.
“And here,” I whispered, guiding his hand between my legs and rubbing his palm all over my wetness. Holy hell, that felt good. Hanging onto his neck, I tilted my head back, deliberately ignoring his hot gaze that I knew was pinned on me right now. I could feel its surprise as he stared, his eyes hungry yet questioning as he gently rubbed the length of my wetness.
“You want my cum in your pussy, AJ?” he murmured, sending a shudder up my spine.
“Yes.”
There. I said it.
And when I looked at him again, I swallowed, feeling my breath grow shallow as I caught the carnal look in his eyes. He stroked his thumb gently along my jaw before he spoke in a steely command.
“Turn around.”
Goosebumps burst over my wet skin as I obliged, turning to place my hands in front of me on the glass wall and dutifully arching my back as Adam came up behind me. I watched, my breath caught in my throat as he looked at me, then down at my pussy. The way I presented it to him so eagerly.
He took a few moments just to enjoy the view.
“God, I don’t think you realize how fucking perfect you are,” he muttered, his eyes pinned so tightly on mine that I couldn’t look away, even as he placed one hand firmly on my hip, making my stomach clench with anticipation before I felt him nudge his silky, flared tip against me. He hissed fuck, long and drawn out, as he pushed slowly inside, spearing me with his hot, hard length and forcing my mouth to fall wide open as I felt myself stretch for him.
Holy fuck.
I let out a forceful breath, my palms sliding against wet glass as I felt him push all the way inside me before pulling out completely, once, then twice, getting me used to his size again and making me ache so badly for him that I whimpered.
“What’s that sound for?” Adam murmured. “You want me to fuck you?”
He was taunting me the way he always did, but despite my usual instinct to hit back, I was too needy right now, so I only breathed out, “Yes, please.” I could at least take pleasure in knowing that it threw Adam when my smart mouth was nothing but docile and needy. “Fuck me, Adam,” I panted, lifting my eyes to his blazing hot stare. “I need your cock inside me now.”
He groaned at the sound of my begging, digging his grip into my flesh.
And without another word, he plunged into my pussy, tearing a sharp gasp from my throat as he buried himself all the way inside me, filling me to the hilt. He growled like a beast as he went straight to giving strokes so full and deep that our wet bodies slapping against each other sounded like someone getting brutally spanked.
“Christ, you feel so good,” Adam hissed in my ear, never slowing his stroke. “Fuck, AJ,” he squeezed my ass hard then spanked. “You make me fucking crazy. Do you realize that?”
I could only answer in ragged moans, my back fully arched, my arms outstretched and my palms pulsing against wet glass as Adam fucked me like he owned me. His rough tongue pulsed along the curve of my neck as his squeezing hands slid all over my ass, up my back, into my hair as he pumped his hips relentlessly, pounding me without mercy. The pleasure was already earth-shattering and I hadn’t even come yet.
But as soon as he dropped his hand between my legs and started stroking my clit, I could feel myself hurtling fast toward the edge.
Moaning sharply, I collapsed forward, my hands and breasts pressed against the cold glass and my back arched taut as Adam rubbed between my thighs with one hand and cupped my jaw with the other. I gasped as his firm grip tilted my head back, far enough so that he could thrust his tongue into my mouth, kissing me deeply, fully claiming me as he brought me to an orgasm so powerful I felt it tearing through every inch of my body. It shook me hard enough that I doubted my feet were even touching ground as Adam held onto me, groaning and thrusting through my every clench around his shaft.
“Adam.” I sounded drugged, in ecstasy as his name seeped from my lips. His breath was ragged in my ear and I could feel him close, slowing his stroke inside me as I rolled my head back onto his shoulder. I was mindless, euphoric. Just reveling in a post-orgasmic haze, and the feeling of being tightly held in his arms, still being filled by his cock.
Another climax threatened as Adam continued to worship my body, his hands everywhere, growling between each shuddering stroke inside me.
“Nothing… nothing feels as good as this, AJ… fucking nothing.”
I was so deep in bliss I didn’t even know when he turned me around. I just knew that my back was pressed against the glass now, my panting breaths mingling with his, and our eyes dancing together as he lifted my leg and draped it over his strong forearm. Squeezing my ass, he kept my pussy spread for his stroke as his other arm circled my waist, holding my chest flush against his. In the same breath, our lips curved up at the corners, our bodies feeling impossibly close as I wrapped my own arms tight around his neck.
He murmured words I thought I’d imagined till he said them again, prompting me to thrust my fingers into his hair. “This is all I fucking want.”
He said it through tortured pleasure, jagged breaths that grew heavier, more forceful as he drew close. His strokes were growing shorter now, tighter, and causing a friction against my clit that felt mind-numbingly good, especially because I knew Adam was in heaven himself, seconds from erupting inside me. His every muscle felt tense, hard like concrete, and I knew it was because he was desperately staving off his climax, trying to make this pleasure last forever.
“I swear to God,” he murmured raggedly, his forehead pressed against mine. “Every morning. Just this. That’s all I need.”
I was in oblivion, his words spiraling me into a place so perfect it felt like fantasy,
and when his lips sealed against mine, I felt myself quickly unravel.
“That’s it,” Adam whispered as he kissed me deeply, with urgency, sliding his tongue against mine and sweeping it furiously through my mouth till a second orgasm crashed through my body, taking the last of his restraint.
I gasped as I felt his heat burst inside me, my pussy spasming around his throbbing cock and drawing out the most delectably guttural sounds from deep in his chest. My eyes were closed, my mouth smiling as his strong body collapsed against my front, his dick giving a last jerk inside me.
The pitter patter of the water continued to rain down as we recovered, our bodies still entwined, our lips still panting for breath. We were in no rush at all to come down from our heights, so kissing softly, we didn’t.
And I was grateful for that.
In a little bit, I would be telling myself things. Reminding myself that words spoken in the heat of the moment could mean nothing at all. But for now, I basked in Adam’s arms, in a fantasyland where it was just and this moment.
And absolutely nothing else.
27
AJ
Despite working up an appetite, we lay in bed for the next few hours. But when hunger hit Adam, it hit him like a speeding train, and before I knew it, I was laughing in bed, watching him growl with hunger while getting hastily dressed.
“But where are we going to go?” I said, since we were craving breakfast, but it was well past breakfast hours. Adam flashed that irresistible dimple, making a pshh sound as he pulled up his jeans.
“I got you,” he grinned.
And twenty minutes later, we were together at the one place he never went with anyone: Gizzy’s.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. What happened to ‘this is my secret spot, I come here alone’?”
The ribbing came from the Lakers hoodie-wearing dad sitting at a picnic table on the patio with his grinning wife and kid.
“Same thing that happened to ‘I’m quitting coffee,’” Adam laughed as the man pushed his coffee toward his young son.
“This is Ryan’s,” he said, making Adam laugh before introducing me to the table—and then eventually, to two other tables and a pair of waitresses. We’d had several full conversations before we could even get to his usual round table in the corner.
“My God. So you’re basically the mayor of Gizzy’s,” I said.
“Basically,” he laughed just as I saw a familiar face coming out to greet us from the kitchen. It was Heidi, the owner of Gizzy’s who I could already see jumping to conclusions.
“Hi, Heidi,” I said, already blushing through my smile, because she had a big, open-mouthed grin frozen on her face as she looked between Adam and me. I burst out laughing when Adam briefly buried his face in his hand.
“I’m sorry!” Heidi said to him, hands on her hips, pretending to be defensive. “It’s just we’re so used to seeing you come here solo, so it’s so nice to see you two together for once.”
She put such an emphasis on the word “together” that Adam laughed and said, “Alright, take it easy.”
“Fine, fine,” Heidi said, doing a poor job of suppressing her delight before taking our orders and disappearing back into the kitchen.
Once we were finally alone, I smiled. “Wow. They really treat you like family here huh?”
“Yeah,” Adam grinned. “Speaking of family.”
“Your sister’s coming in tomorrow,” I said.
“Yeah,” Adam nodded. And for the next few moments we just looked at each other with the same slightly awkward, close-lipped smile we gave Heidi, because we both knew what was on our minds.
But Adam was the first to break the silence about it.
“What are we going to tell her?” he asked.
I wet my lips and swallowed.
It was basically the whole what are we doing question, and despite our last twelve or so hours, I had no idea.
I knew I had feelings for Adam. Strong ones. I knew I wanted to be with him.
But as much as I imagined myself in bed with him, entwined with him, enjoying late nights and early mornings with him, I couldn’t quite imagine us doing normal couple things. Walking down the street hand in hand. Being together in the traditional sense.
Aside from the fact that he hadn’t exactly said anything to change his mind on relationships, I was realizing that I didn’t want anyone at work to know we were involved.
It would look bad only on me. I could only imagine the looks I’d get from people like Josh MacMillan or the other assistants, especially the guys. Just thinking about the judging eyes and knowing looks I’d get around the office made me kind of shudder, so before I could think twice, I said, “We’ll just act normal around her.” Hastily, I added, “For now.”
Adam’s face was annoyingly unreadable as he nodded.
“Alright. Then it’s decided,” he said, and though he sounded entirely on board, I saw a glint in his eyes that didn’t quite match the tone of his voice. Or did I imagine that?
Did he prefer the other option? I wondered just as a little voice interrupted my thoughts.
“Adam!”
I blinked, turning just in time to see the little brown-haired boy from the picnic table, Ryan, come up to deliver Adam a crayon-scribbled drawing.
“This is for me?” Adam asked with the kind of big excitement that made every kid grin. Ryan was no exception, though after he nodded giddily, he turned and ran fast back to his table, forcing me to quietly melt in my seat as I watched Adam smile while looking over the drawing. I could barely change the look on my face in time when he glanced up with a smile and asked, “What?”
“Nothing,” I said quickly. “Just… didn’t expect you to have such intense dad energy,” I teased. He laughed.
“Pretty sure I was made to be a kick-ass dad.”
I almost snorted but caught myself and squinted. “Wait—really?”
“Yeah,” Adam said matter-of-factly while nodding his thanks at the smiling waitress who came by to drop off a bowl of mixed berries. He popped one in his mouth before asking, “Why?”
“Umm… I think because you’ve never imagined being in a relationship or getting married, so I just assumed…” I trailed off as I considered that that was a totally shitty assumption. But was it? I didn’t even know anymore.
Adam looked unfazed. “I just always imagined giving my kid all the best parts of my childhood and redoing all the parts that went wrong,” he said simply, piquing my curiosity.
Because I knew about all the parts that had gone wrong, but I’d literally never heard Adam talk about any good parts. I had kind of assumed his childhood was constant acting out, getting in trouble and butting heads with his mom until college, when he left Jersey for California and never looked back.
“Really,” I said slowly, since the only fond childhood tradition I’d heard him talk about was the Maxwell family French toast. “Care to share any of those good parts?” I asked just as our drinks arrived—a beer for Adam, a Bloody Mary for me.
Adam took a drink before he answered easily. “Baseball games. They were cheaper than basketball games and the time I caught a foul ball was the greatest day ever,” he said with a big grin that made me laugh as I pictured baby Adam.
“Amazing. How old were you?”
“Eight. But we’d been going to games since I was two. It was always Philippe’s before the game, seats in the top deck, try to catch a foul ball.”
“Cute,” I remarked, utterly charmed despite the fact that something about what he’d just said sounded off to me. I couldn’t figure out what though, nor did I care to try since Adam was now talking about how his eight-year-old self took great care of that baseball, never going anywhere without it for basically a year. I squinted.
“Is that the one that…”
“Is on my desk at the office? Yeah,” Adam smiled. But when I made a funny face, he asked, “What?”
“Nothing. I always thought it was some client’s game ball. I guess I’m just
surprised, because I always saw baseball as the sport that’s your job. It’s pretty clear you like basketball better.”
“What makes you say that?”
“I don’t know. The fact that you played it pretty seriously in high school. The fact that you’re always watching a basketball game when I come over. Plus, I saw an absurdly tall stack of Lakers memoirs and books on the bottom part of your nightstand,” I said, smiling as I recalled the sight, along with the unexpectedly large number of dog-eared pages. “Kind of makes me wonder why you chose to represent baseball players instead of basketball.”
Adam raised his eyebrows, as if commending my observational skills. “I just did, I guess,” he finally said.
“Mm-hm. You realize that’s a total non-answer ever, right?”
“Yes. That was by design.”
I smirked. “Asshole,” I said just as our food came out—delivered by not only Heidi, but her two dogs trailing her, the smaller one much farther behind, but trucking along. It was a chihuahua mix that was half-blind, but it still made its way over to Adam, immediately sitting at his feet.
“Yeah, Rocky can’t see, but he knows he loves Adam,” Heidi laughed when I visibly melted at the sight. She then proceeded to crack me up with stories I never knew, namely about how Adam often walked the dogs before going to work. And as she went on, I realized just how much I didn’t know about this man.
Once upon a time, I thought I had him all figured out. I’d spent nearly every day of the past five years with him. I couldn’t remember a day where we didn’t talk at least once. I knew secrets no one else knew, could anticipate his every need at work, so I clearly knew him inside out. Right?
Wrong.
So incredibly wrong, I thought, because it was more than clear to me now that there was more to Adam Maxwell than I could have ever imagined. And as I watched him talk and smile with the staff at Gizzy’s, his eyes crinkling adorably through his laughter, I found myself wanting to know everything.