Chapter 14 Maya
Chapter fourteen
Maya
After our X-rated dry humping session, Adam smacked my ass again before leaving to wash up.
It's a turn-on how assertive he is in the bedroom—well, technically we're in the living room.
It's definitely something I hope to explore further.
Between the dirty talk, the nipple play, and the size of the erection I felt pushing through his pants, I knew I was a goner.
No guy has ever made me cum while still wearing my clothes.
I still have on my shoes, for God's sakes! I maybe should’ve stopped when he warned me he was close, but making a strong, sexy man lose control is another one of my turn-ons.
I tuck my completely ruined panties into my purse and hear water running in the bathroom down the hall.
This seems like the perfect opportunity to snoop.
In the kitchen, he’s got a decent collection of coffee, tea, and a fancy espresso machine.
I see the butter cookies he mentioned in the cupboard and ice cream, vodka, and frozen peas in the freezer.
True to a bachelor, the fridge contains nothing but beer and leftover pizza old enough to grow mold. Ew.
One side of his living room is a home office complete with double monitors, an ergonomic keyboard, a wireless headset and…is that a server? Note to self: ask Adam what he does that requires a home office straight out of NASA’s mission control.
Now for the juicy stuff. The shelf behind his desk is full of pictures:
Adam with an older couple–a white woman with a kind face and auburn hair and a tall, Asian man who’s intimidating even in the picture.
Those must be his parents.
Adam in a cap and gown with that couple again, plus four other men, all with the same wide smile.
Four brothers? Wow! My parents told me it was “one and done” for them. I can’t imagine a house full of that much testosterone.
Adam with a beautiful redhead after some sort of presentation.
Adam with a beautiful brunette at…prom maybe?
Adam and a beautiful blonde playing tennis.
Adam surrounded by beautiful women at a beach bonfire.
Adam with–
“Someone is being nosey, I see.” Adam’s voice feels like an embrace and two seconds later, his hands wrap around my waist. He presses a kiss to the base of my neck and I do my best not to stiffen. I turn in his arms and paste a fake smile on my face. I need to get out of here fast.
“Busted. I got curious and started looking around.” His arms loosen enough for me to move away.
“And what did you find out?” Although he lets me escape, he follows close behind, watching me.
“Nothing too bad. Your fridge is basically empty, but that’s no surprise.” The corners of his mouth lift, but it’s not really a smile. I push onward.
“With the desk setup you have, you must do something high-tech.” He nods silently. I’m almost to the door.
“And I think you have four brothers.” I grab my purse from where I left it by the door.
“Anything else?” he asks, one eyebrow raised but his expression otherwise a mystery.
“No,” I say, my fake smile feeling more like baring teeth.
“Then why does it feel like you’re running away?
” Because I am, I say to myself. I can’t admit that seeing all those women on his shelf brought up old and deep-rooted insecurities.
Insecurities I’ve tried to cover up with layer cake and crafting.
Insecurities that now have me worried I’m some sort of fetish for him instead of a real person.
“It’s nothing like that,” I scoff. I was aiming for airy, but it sounds forced to my ears. “I made the mistake of checking my email and saw that I had a really big rush order come in.”
“And you have to start tonight?” His eyebrow is even higher now. I’m pretty sure he’s not buying this. I bite my lip before catching myself and smile wider.
“It’s just that it’s a repeat client and he’s kind of demanding. I want to get home and see what he’s got me doing this time.” He nods grimly and moves to his door, grabbing his keys.
“It’s late. I’ll walk you to your car.” I turn to the door and reach for the locks but he gently pushes my hand out of the way. The electricity when we touch is still there, and I see him clench his jaw.
“It’s no problem, really. I can–” He cuts me off with an expression that leaves no room for argument.
“I’ll walk you to your car.”
Safely inside my apartment, I slouch to the floor against the door. Khan runs over and makes himself at home in my lap like a bored king. Just as his deep purring starts to soothe my foul mood, a chirp from my cell phone sends him running to his perch in the living room.
Adam (Champagne Flutes)
Adam (Champagne Flutes): You make it home safe?
So let me get this right. I run out of his apartment like it’s on fire and not only does he insist on walking me to my car, but now he’s…checking on me? In my experience, men don’t react well when you give them an epic case of blue balls. His mom must have raised him right.
Adam (Champagne Flutes)
Safe and sound. Thanks for checking.
Adam (Champagne Flutes): Good. Now you can tell me why you ran away…again.
Ugh. I’m not sure I can. I get up and kick my shoes off on the way to my bedroom.
Adam (Champagne Flutes)
Adam (Champagne Flutes): You don’t think I really believe you had to run home at midnight for some special order, do you?
I dive face first into my bed fully clothed and pull the comforter all the way over my head.
Adam (Champagne Flutes)
Hmm…I guess not.
Adam (Champagne Flutes): So? What happened? One second you're in my lap, and the next you’re practically clawing at the locks to get out of my apartment.
I raise an eyebrow at that. Dramatic, much?
Adam (Champagne Flutes)
Clawing at the locks? Really, Adam?
Adam (Champagne Flutes): That’s what I saw. So tell me what happened.
Adam (Champagne Flutes): Did you not like what we did?
My traitorous pussy pulses in pleasure just thinking about what we did. From what I felt earlier, he's packing some serious heat too and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t bummed to be in my bed instead of Adam’s right now.
I sigh and come out from under the covers to respond. Well, honesty is the best policy.
Adam (Champagne Flutes)
I loved what we did.
I can imagine Adam's frustrated sigh.
Adam (Champagne Flutes): Me too. So why are we texting now instead of picking up where we left off?
It just felt a little…intense. I’ve never done that before.
It was the truth…mostly. Being with him had been super intense.
And amazing. Even though we didn't have sex, I can tell that, if we do,—when we do,—we will be fully compatible. But then I saw all those women and couldn’t help but think he’d be comparing me to them if we took it any further.
Plus-size clearly isn’t his type, so why is he even pursuing me? My phone is silent for a few minutes.
Adam (Champagne Flutes)
Adam (Champagne Flutes): Oh. I haven’t done something like that since…junior high? lol. But it definitely never felt like THAT. I really wanted to continue, if that wasn’t obvious.
It was obvious. ;)
I take a deep breath, trying to summon back "Bold Maya".
Adam (Champagne Flutes)
So what would you do if I were still over there?
My phone immediately vibrates with a call. Oh shit. Of course it’s Adam.
“Hello?”
“Are you sure you wanna know, Maya?” His voice sounds positively menacing. “What I would do if you were still here is definitely…intense. And we both know how scared you are.”
I throw the covers off now. Those are fighting words.
“Scared?! I am not scared!” He laughs wickedly and I can hear him shifting his position, lying down.
“Oh yeah?” From those two words alone, I know he’s about to call my bluff.
“Yeah,” I say, with way less conviction now.
“So you mean to tell me that if,” he pauses, clears his throat. “If instead of letting you out of my arms earlier, I would’ve dropped to my knees and lifted your skirt, pulling down your panties with my teeth, you still would’ve stayed?”
Oh. my. God! His words make my skin catch on fire, but I can’t back down now.
“The joke’s on you, because I took my panties off as soon as you went to the bathroom.” Take that!
I hear Adam breathing hard, like I’ve just punched him in the stomach.
“That’s not very nice, Maya.” The words are virtually a growl. “You know I wouldn’t have let you leave if I’d known.” I laugh because, fetish or not, I know he’s as hard as a basketweave stitch thinking about me right now.
“And what would be my punishment if you’d known that I was completely bare and wet for you?” I might be nervous in person, but my phone game is on point. I know I’ve caught him off guard because I hear him sit up.
“First, I would spank that beautiful ass of yours for being so naughty." I giggle mischievously.
"You seem to have a thing for my ass, Adam."
"You got that right, Maya." Again, I'm struck by how sure of himself he is. "Then, I would push you against the wall and slip my fingers inside you to see just how wet for me you are.”
Damn! I guess I shouldn't be surprised he has a way with words after our previous conversations.
“Oh, I’m extremely wet,” I admit, letting my fingers trail down to explore my womanhood. “From what I saw on our little car trip, your fingers are long, but they’re nothing compared to what I felt sitting in your lap.” I hear his breathing become more labored.
“Oh, so you were watching me?” Only a blind person wouldn’t.
“Of course I was watching you. You’re not the only one who can stare at someone.” His breath catches. I'm enjoying shocking him with my boldness.
“Can you blame me? I mean, look at you. Whenever I'm around you, it's a struggle to maintain eye contact instead of staring at your body the whole time.” I’m blushing so hard now, he can probably hear it through the phone.
“If you were here,” he continues, “I would caress all of that smooth, brown skin of yours before nudging your legs wide and kissing your dripping flower, my fingers rubbing that sweet bud at the top of your mound until you came apart on my tongue.” My fingers are stroking my clit now.
He likely can hear me breathing heavily, but I can hear something too. Something…rhythmic.
“Adam…are you…touching yourself right now?” He laughs roughly into the receiver.
“I can’t help it. I get excited just thinking about you.” My head spins thinking that I have the power to make such a beautiful man weak.
"Don't tell me I'm the only one." He says this with such smugness, I'm tempted to lie, but I can't bring myself to do it.
"No," I answer shyly. "You're not the only one."
He groans like my admission hurts him.
"Fuck, Maya." His tone is admonishing. "Where is your hand right now?" I bite my lip, almost too embarrassed to respond.
"It's…in between my legs," I say hesitantly, apparently bold enough to masturbate with Adam on the phone, but not bold enough to say "pussy" aloud. He sighs.
"You're making me crazy, Maya." His voice is strained. "Are you sure you don't want me to show you how good this could be in person?"
"Don't underestimate the power of a great phone call," I counter in my best sex kitten voice.
"If I were there," I say, returning to the phone sex already in progress, "I would return the favor, unbuttoning your jeans to pull out your long, thick cock. It's already so hard for me." The rhythmic sounds resume, and I match my own fingers to the pace.
"I would swirl my tongue around your tip before swallowing as much of you as I could fit in my mouth.
I would press my nails into your thighs while bobbing up and down on your dick, mixing agony and ecstasy, teasing you until you begged me to let you cum.
" Faster rhythmic sounds. I shove my panties down to my knees for unfettered access.
"And when you finally did, I would take you up to the hilt, feeling your hot load as it flowed down my eager throat.”
“Uh, uh, fuck!!” I love how vocal Adam is. His moans and sighs make me hot and I feel my orgasm crash over me shortly after.
“Ahh! Goodness!”
The phone is forgotten next to me on my bed as I drift, weightless following my release. Maybe minutes later, I bring it to my ear in time to hear Adam regaining his composure on the other end.
“Maya? You still there?”
“Yes,” I reply, still out of breath.
“That was incredible." He sounds dreamy. I'm floating somewhere past Venus myself. "When are you going to let me get inside of you for real?” Adam actually sounds like he’s pouting. I try to keep the grin out of my voice.
“I don’t know. That felt pretty real to me.”
“You know what I mean, Maya.” Yes, I do.
“Well, how ‘bout we just keep seeing each other, and take it from there.” If I’m just a phase, he’ll get tired of me before I can get hurt.
“OK,” he says, doubt in his voice. “I’ll text you.”
“I’ll be here.”