Chapter 7
SEVEN
Jen
Adam stares at me. “Really, Jen? Really? That’s your biggest issue with what just happened here?”
He’s still holding his dick in his hand, and it looks hard and ready to explode. I drag my eyes back to his face. “You heard Rosie the other night. Just sew it back on again.”
“I don’t even know how to sew. How can you just act like this is nothing?”
“Maybe because you interrupted me right as I was about to cum!”
“Oh come on, Jen. I know how it sounds when you’re about to cum. He wasn’t going to get you there.”
I just stare at him, a tingle I am absolutely not about to acknowledge starting up in my pussy at his words.
Adam continues. “I haven’t cum for days. Days, Jen! I’m basically a monk at this point.”
I snort, covering up my reaction to the fact that he remembers my body that well. “Come on. I’ve gone weeks before. You’ll live.” Luca would have gotten there. Eventually.
His face settles into a stony expression and heat rises in my neck.
“Oh come on.” I fling my hands “I didn’t mean it like that. You know what I meant. Stop being such a baby.”
I’ve forgotten I was only covered by the sheet I was holding. Adam’s gaze predictably drops to my chest. “Huh?”
With a sigh, I abandon modesty—he’s seen it all before anyway—and climb from the bed, holding out my hand. “Give it here.”
He blinks. “Really?”
I lift a brow and he hands it over gingerly. It’s a strange experience taking his dismembered cock in my hand. It feels almost like a dildo except it’s warmer, and when I wrap my fingers around it, it jerks and he groans.
I look up at him, surprised. “Can you still feel that?”
When he speaks, his voice comes out all choked. “Yeah.”
“Really?” Experimentally, I add my other hand so I can cup the head and rub my palm over it like I used to do when I was giving him a handjob. The tip is sleek with precum.
Adam whimpers. “Fuuuuuck.”
A very wicked thought occurs to me, and I smile. Haven’t I just been thinking about how much I miss his dick? How I wish such a perfect dick wasn’t attached to a guy like Adam?
Well maybe the universe just answered my wish.
Maybe it’s the interrupted orgasm or the very heated way he’s looking at me. Maybe it’s the fact that I know he was getting off on watching me and Luca.
Whatever it is, I’m suddenly far too restless to concentrate on my original idea of helping him to sew it back on. Not when I could put it to use first.
Creeping back, I sit on the bed and stroke it a little more, closing one hand around it to slide my fist down and up.
“Jen, what are you—” He breaks off into another moan as I keep working his cock. But when he steps forward, I stop.
“Did I ask you to join me?”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “No.”
“Then don’t even think about it.”
He steps back, hands up in a gesture of surrender, so I stroke him again, long movements down and up. I add a circular motion as I reach the tip, and pretty soon he’s frozen in place, watching every movement of my hand with his mouth hanging open.
“Did you like watching me, you perv?”
His cock throbs in my hand and he laughs. “Fuck yes.”
I crawl back onto the bed and spread my legs, making sure he can see everything.
I can see the moment he realizes what I’m about to do because his expression takes on the special blank quality it used to get right before I’d let him into my mouth.
I’m grinning as I reach behind me to grab a condom from the nightstand and cover his dick. Then I bring the tip to my entrance, and suddenly I’m not grinning any longer. Instead I’m moaning at the feel of him there, hot and thick and hard—so much better than any dildo.
When I push it inside myself, it glides through juices I know have nothing to do with the pathetic fumbling Luca was doing earlier.
I moan as I thrust Adam’s cock deep inside and it hits that spot that makes my eyes roll back in my head. Right there. I’ve always thought of that spot as his. He’s the only guy who ever hit it, and oh my god, I think I forgot how good this was.
“Oh fuck. God I love your dick.” The words are a breathy prayer. I hardly realize I’ve spoken them out loud until Adam grins.
“Missed it, did you?”
I can’t let him have the upper hand, so I pull it out and thrust it inside faster this time.
Adam sinks into the armchair beside my bed and grips the arms so tight his knuckles turn white. His shoulders and neck are tight. Tendons stand out on his arms, making the kind of image some women would pay good money for.
We moan in unison as I bring the dismembered dick out and plunge it back in again.
Spreading my legs wider, I sink back onto the pillows and really fuck my pussy with my makeshift toy.
Adam’s head sinks back onto the chair, and he groans as I push it inside, withdrawing it with a wet slurp only to plunge it back in again.
With any other guy I’d have my wand ready to see the job through, but with Adam’s dick, I know I won’t need it. It lies forgotten beside me as my toes curl and my pussy squeezes around the most perfect cock I’ll ever fuck.
Too bad it’s attached to such an ass.
I’ve never let that get between me and a good orgasm, though. I’m already warm, and it doesn’t take long before I feel it tightening my lower belly, drawing all my focus to my center, ready for release.
In the chair, Adam’s hips rise with every thrust as if he’s helping. But it’s me in control as I fuck my pussy over and over, hitting that perfect place every time.
I cry out as the pressure tightens to breaking point. I sigh as the wall breaks and the rush of raw energy flows through me. Then the final stages have my muscles clamping and my legs pressed tight around my hand. I hold Adam’s dick deep inside me as I ride out the last of my orgasm.
Then slowly I remove it and look. He’s still completely hard. He sucks in a breath as I squeeze the condom, checking for cum. There’s nothing. Then it occurs to me: How could he? His balls are still attached to his body!
He probably can’t cum like this. Ha!
I sit, and sure enough he still looks like he’s in pain, slumped into the armchair, arm thrown across his face. “Jen—fuck! Did you finish?”
I laugh. “Yeah. I finished. And you?”
I sits up suddenly, staring at me. “You know I didn’t!”
I look thoughtfully at the cock in my lap. Then I stroke a finger over the tip.
Adam groans in agony. “Fuck, Jen. Please. I’ll do anything. Just don’t stop.”
“I don’t think it works that way.”
“Huh? Jen. I can’t think right now. Just tell me what you want me to do.”
That is actually kind of tempting. I can imagine several things I’d like him to do, starting with a foot massage and ending with clearing out the closet in my living room. I shake my head. “No, I mean how can you cum? It’s not attached to you.”
“Then help me! Sew it back on. Please!”
I tap my finger against my lip as if I have to think about it. “Hmmm. I don’t know.”
Adam drops to his knees and crawls to the bed. “Please, please. You don’t understand. Just give it to me. I’ll finish it.”
I lift it above my head and he groans.
“I’ll help you, on one condition.”
“Yes! Anything!”
This is the part where I ask him to pack his things and never call me again. This is the part where I win. Only something—call it pity, call it post-orgasm haze—something makes me say instead, “I want you to come to therapy with me.”
He blinks. “Therapy?”
“Yeah. Remember when we were together and you always dismissed it and said it was a bunch of hooey? Well I think it’s important. I think we need closure.”
After that little reminder of how his dick is the perfect fit for me, I know I do.
A grimace crosses his face, but then he catches sight of the dick in my hands again. “Ok, yeah. Therapy. Great. I’m there. Now would you please sew my dick back on and let me cum?”
Turns out sewing on a dick is much the same as sewing up any other kind of wound.
Once I have it positioned to his satisfaction, I have him hold it while I make large stitches all around the outside.
I tie off the wire and cut it, setting down the scissors and sitting back on my heels to inspect my work.
Yeah, I remember now why being on my knees in front of Adam is a bad idea.
His dick is just so goddamn pretty. From this angle it spears up like an arrow—the kind that cupid has in his bow with a heart-shaped point.
Dangerous. My mouth is watering remembering just how good he tastes.
Will it be different now that he’s dead?
I glance up at him and am almost certain he’s having similar thoughts to me. He’s still rock hard—impressive given what his dick has been through tonight. He’s looking down at me like I’ve already got him by the balls.
Fuck it.
I wrap my hand around his cock, and he presses his eyes shut for a moment. “Thank you.”
The words are whispered, and there’s not a trace of impatience or arrogance there, only genuine relief.
What is this new Adam—cute Adam? I wasn’t prepared for this.
To distract myself I slide my lips around the tip and experimentally take the crown into my mouth. He tastes good. A little saltier than I was expecting, but not in a bad way. Just like he’s extra worked up. I guess he is.
He groans as I take him deeper, and just like I always used to, I reach up to cup his balls and roll them in my hand.
His hand creeps to my head, fingertips fluttering over my hair as if he’s afraid I’ll stop. I don’t. I’ve missed this. This was the part about being Adam’s girlfriend that I liked. I can’t believe I’d gotten bored of doing this by the end.
Forgetting all that, I close my eyes and sink into the moment, sliding my lips and tongue along his shaft, taking him as deep as I can.
Rather than look up into his face, I focus on the taste and feel of him hot and hard in my mouth.
I focus on the deep groans of satisfaction, the way his fingers tighten in my hair. And then… “Fuck, Jen. I’ve missed you.”
I can’t talk with his dick in my mouth. It probably doesn’t deserve a response anyway. He’s just grateful I’m going to help him cum, that’s all.
A moment later his hips start thrusting forward, matching the pace of my mouth and hand. He keeps going. “You’re a fucking goddess, Jen. I could never live up to that.” He sucks in a breath through his teeth. “Ahhhh, but I should have tried harder.”
Of all the sweet things he could have said, somehow that hits hardest. It stays in my head on a loop as I bring him to the edge, to the point where he’s whimpering my name, thrusting into my mouth.
I pull back, milking the last of his orgasm from him with my hand so I can watch. But it’s impossible not to catch a glimpse of his face as finally great ropes of white liquid burst from the tip. And his expression is… awe.
No, that’s not the right word for it. Worshipful might be a better one. His brows are creased into an intense look that’s somewhere between a smile and a frown. His mouth drops open.
His cock unleashes spurt after spurt of cum that flies over my hand, my face, some of it even onto the bed. It just keeps going and going, even after I think it’s done.
By the time it stops, he’s shaking a little, weak in the knees. He stumbles back and collapses onto the armchair with an unsteady laugh. “Fuck. I needed that.”
“Looks like you did.” I’m about to get up and clean myself—and the room, when Adam lifts his head. “Hey, let me get you a cloth. I’m sorry. It went fucking everywhere, didn’t it?”
“Closet in the hall,” I tell him, trying not to stare in disbelief at the guy who used to leave me dripping on the bed while he took a piss.
I guess people change, and there’s nothing like death to change a person.