18. Adam
CHAPTER 18
ADAM
Outside, the storm rages. Gusts of wind pelt the plate-glass window with rain, lightning strobes through the crack in the curtains, and thunder seems to shake the whole building. But I hardly notice any of that because I can’t stop thinking about Markus.
Lying on my hotel bed with my phone on my chest, I’m ready to slip into jeans and sneakers the instant he calls to tell me he needs a ride. Leaving him at that hospital felt like abandonment. I had to force myself to go through the motions of normalcy, swinging by a drive-through for a burger and fries before checking into two hotel rooms. The food was forgettable, and I can’t remember what I’ve been watching on the television either. All day, my attention has been laser focused in one place, on one person.
The look on Markus’s face when I returned from walking Rufus to find him packing still haunts me. The devastation in his eyes from learning his dad is dying, his desperate need to be at his father’s side, and the hesitancy to open himself up to the family who hurt him so much—it all squeezes my heart.
I wanted to hug him then. I want to hug him still. I want to comfort and hold him. But he sent me away. So I stay away, waiting, worrying?—
A loud bang sounds on the door, not from the wind this time. It’s a fist, knocking—an alarming sound to hear coming from a sleazy motel-room door. But instead of being concerned, I feel excited by the sound. Some part of me—the part that’s drawn to Markus like a magnet—feels him on the door’s other side.
A quick peek through the crack in the curtains confirms it. Markus is standing there, the strands of his dark hair hanging heavy and wet over his eyes, his skin pale and damp from the cold, drenching rain, his posture hunched like the day’s circumstances have beaten him down.
My fingers fumble with the security chain and turn the lock so I can swing the door open. From this angle, Markus looks even more forlorn than he did from the window. His eyes seem unfocused, lost, and his posture is weary, like he carries the weight of the whole world on his shoulders. It breaks my heart to see him look so broken. I want to heal him, set him right. Reaching for his hand, I find it shaking from the rain and cold. With a tug, I pull him inside, into the dry warmth of my room, into the calm quiet of this space.
The moment I push the door shut, he lifts his hands to my cheeks. His wet fingers tremble against my skin and chill me with their touch. When he brings his lips to mine, he truly freezes me to the spot.
His kiss is soft. But the instant I have that first taste, I know it won’t be enough. I melt into him, my body getting wet as I wrap an arm around his waist and pull him tight to my front. And I melt into the kiss, too, opening my mouth for more, taking his lips now, his tongue. God, he tastes so good, and this feels so right. When was the last time a kiss felt like this? Has any kiss ever felt like this for me, like absolute perfection?
Markus shivers, and I’m not sure if the power of our connection caused it or the fact that he’s soaking wet in an air-conditioned room. While I hope it’s the former, I assume it’s the latter and pull away from his lips just enough to look him in the eyes. His gaze is ravenous. He’s as hungry to explore me as I am him. But my inner caregiver is concerned about his shivering and chattering teeth. “You’re freezing. Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.” Even my inner caregiver wants to get him naked.
He gives me a cheeky grin and reaches over his head to yank his shirt off, but the top button gets caught on his chin, and he has to wrestle his way out. I would help, but I’m mesmerized. His chest is beautiful, finely hewn muscles that flex and bunch as he works to free himself from the shirt.
I reach out and touch him, tracing my fingertips down the center of his chest until they come to rest on the waistband of his pants. He watches the way I tease at the barrier between us, then his gaze moves up to meet mine, and the heat in those hooded eyes promises so much. He grabs my face again, kissing me hard as I pop the top button on his slacks. Without bothering to unzip them, I shove my hand inside. His cock is rock hard and so hot in my grip, and his groan against my lips is music to my ears.
Grinning with satisfaction at the sounds he makes, I pull away from his kiss and move my mouth to his neck, then make my way south. His skin tastes like rain, and he shivers with each of my kisses, but this time I don’t attribute that to the cold. Sliding down onto my knees before him, I work to strip him out of the rest of his wet clothes.
With a careless yank, I unzip his pants, then pull them down along with his boxer briefs. His cock springs up. Finally freed, it stands proud in all its mouth-watering glory. God, that’s a gorgeous cock. Markus is beautiful, every inch of him, and I don’t hesitate to take him into my mouth, sucking deep until the smooth head hits the back of my throat.
Markus’s groan is so damn sexy, and even sexier is how his fingers clutch at my hair. Like he needs something to hold onto, so he holds onto me. But at the same time, he uses his grip on me to direct my movements, telling me with his touch when he needs me to take him deeper, suck him harder. I give him everything he needs, loving the feel of his cock in my mouth, the salty taste of his pre-cum on my tongue.
But I’m not ready for him to come yet. Moving back onto my feet, I take a few steps away from Markus. His hungry eyes follow my every move as I strip out of my boxers. From my bag on the front table, I find the condoms and lube and pull them out. Markus’s eyes find mine, and he nods, already agreeing to whatever I want to do next.
I cross the few feet that separate us and don’t stop until my body is pressed fully against his. He’s breathing so hard, his chest presses to mine with each inhale, and it’s a delicious friction. With one hand, I toss the condom and lube on the bed, with the other, I shove Markus backward onto the bed too.
I come down on top of him. We both reach for each other, but this time, he takes over, pushing me onto my back so he can move down my body. When he takes me in his mouth, I holler from the hot heat and groan as his tongue teases the tip of my cock before he sucks me to the back of his throat.
“Oh fuck, Markus, yes. Fuuuck.” The words come out like a prayer, and it is. I pray he never stops. With each stroke, he seems to take me deeper, and I am lost to the sensation. My fingers tangle in his hair, and I hold his head still as I top from the bottom, fucking up into his mouth for a few strokes. Not sure how he’ll take it, I’m ecstatic when he moans, and the vibration tingles all the way up my spine.
This is too good, and I’m tempted to just lie here and let him have his way with me, but that’s never been my style. I push him off me and onto his stomach. Then, rolling on top of him, I crush him under my full weight as I grind my cock against his tight ass and whisper in his ear, “I need to fuck you. Right. Now.”
“Yes,” he says, and that’s all I need to hear.
I pop the lid on the lube and soak him with it as I continue to stroke my cock up and down the seam of his ass.
Once I’m sheathed in a condom and convinced he’s ready to get fucked, I coat myself in more lube then press against his entrance. Markus stiffens beneath me but quickly loosens his muscles to let me inside. And with a first solid thrust, I breach his entrance.
“Oh fuck,” he gasps.
I give him a moment to adjust, to take me in. But it’s only a moment before I push deeper, a shallow stroke that has him writhing and throwing his head back. The tight sinewy muscles of his shoulders and neck flex as his jaw clenches and his hands clutch at the bed.
Slow and steady, I push deeper with each stroke until I’m all the way inside. God, he’s so tight. I freeze, gritting my teeth until they hurt, desperate to keep from coming way too soon.
When we’ve both adjusted to the intensity, I really start to move. I’m so desperate, so needy for him, I don’t give thought to being sweet or gentle. This is going to be hard and fast, a rough fuck. He bucks up against me, meeting my every stroke with his own. I grab his throat with one hand, forcing his back to arch so I can dominate him with every part of my body, even as I press a kiss against his forehead.
Moving my mouth lower, I kiss and bite his neck until he turns his head to face me, letting me take his mouth with a rough kiss. His hand comes up to the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he holds me in place, devouring my mouth as I take his body.
This is so fucking hot, too fucking hot.
Releasing his throat from my grip, I pull away and grab his hips to bring him up with me when I move onto my knees. Wrapping one arm around his neck again, I reach around with the other and stroke his cock hard and fast, in sync with the rhythm of my hips.
His head falls back on my shoulder, his breaths puffing hot against my ear with each stroke as he takes my cock so well. I want him to take my command, too, so I order, “Come for me. Come all over the bed.”
With a gasp and a groan, he does exactly that. His whole body shakes with the force of his orgasm as his cock jerks in my grip and cum streams all over my sheets. Feeling the force of his orgasm as it moves through his body is so erotic and exciting, a powerful sensation that has me coming too. I fuck with the grunting grace of a rutting beast, biting his neck to hold him in place as my orgasm hits so hard I see stars and think I might pass out.
All my strength leaves my body at once, and I go boneless. But Markus is there to hold us both up, hooking an arm around me while I catch my breath and slowly pull out. Then he goes boneless, too, and we fall onto the sheets, making a mess of ourselves.
Markus lets out a lazy sigh as we stare up at the ceiling, and he chuckles a little when he says, “You’re really good at that.”
Chuckling too, I pull him closer to me. Never one for cuddling, I feel different tonight. I need to be near him, to smell him, and to feel his skin so warm against mine. Like he’s a drug, feeding some addiction I didn’t know I had. And now I can’t get enough.