Chapter Twenty-Four
Lainey
Adam is going to sleep at my apartment again, after we’d kissed.
And then he brought things to a grinding halt.
What I didn’t understand was he’d so easily agreed with Brian about staying here.
Yeah, he said he wanted us to be friends—which I’d rejected, but not more than five hours later I was acting like a friend and entertaining him in my living room.
But I’d also confessed to him what I’d wanted to do the last time he slept under my roof.
Surely that should have given him pause?
Unless he was having second thoughts about his decision?
My pride wouldn’t allow me to come on to him, but I wasn’t above trying to entice him to come on to me.
****
Adam
I could smell her perfume the minute she opened the door, and my cock stood up and took notice.
She’d changed into a satin royal blue pajama set of short-shorts and button-up top. As if her ass cheeks peeking out of the frilly hem on her bottoms wasn’t bad enough, she’d left the top two buttons of her shirt undone, giving me a prime view of her cleavage under her bra.
I was pretty sure she was wearing lip gloss, too.
I slid the air mattress through the door, and once I was inside, she closed and locked it.
Before pushing the thing toward her living room, I bit out, “So, what would you have done if Brian had helped me bring the air mattress in?”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Lainey. It doesn’t suit you.”
She sauntered past me wearing a grin like the Cheshire Cat. Her long legs and pink toenails called to me like a siren’s song.
“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
I was hanging on by a thread and roughly ran my fingers through my short hair.
“You know damn well what I’m talking about.”
“No, I don’t. Enlighten me.”
Her fingers toyed with the open collar of her shirt, drawing my eyes to her tits, and I bit back a groan.
“Little girl, you’re playing with fire.”
I took her unwavering gaze as a challenge when she shrugged and responded, “That’s why I brought matches.”
And I’d never been one to back away from a challenge.
****
Lainey
Adam leaned the air mattress against the table, set his backpack on the ground next to it, then stalked toward me.
On instinct, I retreated until my butt bumped into the back of the living room chair. The stern look on his face made me want to run.
But I suspected he might like the chase.
It took him less than three steps to box me in between his body and the furniture. His hands went to my hips, and he leaned down to murmur in my ear, “What would you have done if Brian had helped me with the mattress, and you’re dressed like this ?
His breath against my ear made the hair on my body stand on end. I knew my nipples were stiff, but thankfully I was wearing a nursing bra, so he couldn’t tell.
His demanding tone made me confess, “I knew he wasn’t coming up. I saw him drive away.”
“So, you wore this for me.”
Duh.
“What do you think?”
His hands moved to cup my ass, and he roughly squeezed the exposed flesh.
“I’m helpless to resist you. But you already knew that.”
I didn’t, but my ego appreciated it.
Still, I sassed, “I don’t know… you did a pretty good job of it earlier.”
“I’m trying to be a good guy, here.”
“You don’t have to be on my account.”
His fingers skimmed the scalloped edges of my pajama shorts and ventured dangerously close to my bare pussy under the fabric.
“I oughta spank your ass for being so damn tempting.”
I felt the smirk form on my face.
“Do you really think I’d view a spanking from you as punishment? More like foreplay.”
I was being a brat on purpose—pushing him to give in and fuck me already.
He continued tracing the hem of my shorts while I willed his hand to travel a few inches higher. It didn’t.
“This would be a scandal for both of us,” he warned, like he was trying to convince me this was a bad idea.
“Only if people find out.”
“How could we not get caught? Hell, I’ll bet half the town knows I brought an air mattress up your stairs.”
“Exactly. An air mattress . Which implies we’re sleeping in separate beds. They don’t need to know about anything that happens behind closed doors.” I subtly pressed my body harder against him. “We can even put sheets and a blanket on it to keep up appearances.”
I hated how desperate I sounded—and felt.
“I don’t want to be your dirty little secret, Lainey.”
“The secret part makes it that much hotter, don’t you think?”
“Do you always have an answer for everything?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
Adam tugged on the waistband of my shorts, so they were basically flossing my wet pussy and more of my ass was exposed. He grabbed two handfuls of my butt, pulled me tight against his hips, and snarled, “How about we put that smart mouth to work.”
Oh baby, I thought you’d never ask.
My pussy instantly went from wet to drenched, and I reached for the button on his jeans.
He placed his hand over mine to still the movement.
“Don’t worry, princess. You’ll be on your knees taking my cock in your throat soon enough.” He ran the side of his hand between my legs. I knew the thin fabric had to be soaked. “But right now, I need that dripping pussy on my face.”
Uh, yeah. I can work with that.
He took my hand and guided me to the kitchen table, then gripped my waist and hoisted me onto it while he sat down in a chair directly in front of me, as if I was his meal.
“Take your bottoms off and spread your legs for me.”
I scrambled to comply with his directive, and when I was bare before him, he used both hands to spread my pussy lips apart and stare at my lady parts.
I felt a tinge self-consciousness. I had just pushed a human through my vagina two months earlier. But I remembered the doctor commented at my last exam about how well I’d healed and even joked about how great it was to be young and able to bounce back so quickly.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured. “You’re glistening, baby.”
I’m freaking horny! Touch me already!
I let out a little whimper, and he chuckled, then ran a finger down my slit.
“Is this what you need, princess?”
“Yessss,” I hissed as I raised my hips in response.
He dipped his head down and swiped his tongue in place of his fingers, and I let out a soft moan of approval.
“Fuck, you taste even better than I thought,” he murmured before diving back in.
My arms suddenly felt like they were made of Jell-O, and I had no choice but to lie back on the polished wood.
I hadn’t been a virgin before Shawn; I did go to college for three years.
Still, I wasn’t exactly what one would call “experienced”.
I’d heard my girlfriends talk about how great it was when a guy went down on them, but when Shawn did it for my first time, it’d been a letdown.
Probably because it’d been obvious it wasn’t something he liked to do and he was only doing it because he felt obligated. Not exactly the recipe for an orgasm.
That was not the case with Adam.
He groaned when he ran his tongue around my clit like it was a lollipop, and he had a sugar addiction. Then he devoured my pussy in a way I’d only seen in porn.
When he pressed a finger inside me, I bowed my back off the table and purred appreciatively while my hand found the back of his head to keep him in place.
He chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, princess. I’m not going anywhere until you come all over my face. Just keep those legs spread for me, baby.”
Yeah, I could do that.
My body temperature rose as the orgasm crept up my body. My muscles went taut, and I chanted his name.
“Oh god, Adam, yes! Adam, yes! Adam!”
My body convulsed from head to toe as my hands tried to find purchase on the wooden surface underneath me.
Adam didn’t stop until I tried to clamp my legs shut and push his face away. I watched him sit back in the chair with a satisfied smile while I flopped an arm across my stomach as I tried to catch my breath.
“Holy crap! What did you do to me?”
“I told you I wasn’t stopping ‘til you came all over my face, princess.”
“That was… wow.”
He kissed my inner thigh above my knee.
“I couldn’t agree more.”
****
Adam
Lainey was more perfect than I’d even let myself imagine when I’d shamefully jerked off in the shower.
Being with her was so fucking wrong. She had a kid with Shawn— my Marine brother . But when I held her soft body in my arms, it felt so damn right that I couldn’t bring myself to pull away.
If I were being honest, I didn’t want to pull away.
Maybe I wasn’t as honorable as I thought.
When her petite fingers encircled my cock, and she stroked me up and down, I could only concede, I was a dishonorable bastard because there was no way I was going to tell her to stop.