Chapter 16
FIFTEEN
Jen
My pussy is still clenching with the aftermath of the orgasms Adam wrung from my body. Over and over again until I lost count and all I could do was stare into his face.
The look he gave me as he speared that perfect dick right up into the very back of my pussy was like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Determination. Expectation. Like he knew I couldn’t help but feel it too.
And god damn it, I did. It wasn’t just that this man can dick me into oblivion. I was expecting that.
There’s something different about him. That’s what I felt today. The way he apologized to me for buying the dildo without me even having to explain why it pissed me off. The way he chased my pleasure like it was the only thing he truly cared about in the world.
Fuck.
This is exactly what happened last time. I let him dick-matize me into thinking there was something there when there wasn’t. Only this doesn’t feel the same at all, no matter how much I try to tell myself it is.
I look back at him where he’s still reclining on my bed looking like he’s waiting for the results of his election to class president and I’m the only voter. And then I realize. I’m not angry with him. I’m angry with myself for liking what he did to me, what he said. For liking it too much.
Well shit.
Before I can overthink this, I pull my hair up off my sweaty neck and tuck it into a loose bun on the top of my head, creeping back to the bed to sit beside him. “Sorry. I think I’m still processing what just happened.”
A smile creeps to the corners of his mouth like he’s afraid to let it stretch his lips into a grin. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Because…?” He doesn’t finish the question. He doesn’t really have to.
I flop back onto the mattress next to him with a breathy exhale. “Because it was fucking amazing.”
“Hell yeah it was.”
When I look around at him, he’s not smirking his normal arrogant smirk. Instead he’s watching me with the same astounded expression on his face I know I’m probably wearing. “Yeah, it was. You were.”
“You were too,” he says softly. “You are. I never stopped thinking that.”
Against my better judgement I crawl into his side and snuggle into a place that feels alarmingly familiar.
His arm goes around me and he pulls me in tighter, pressing a kiss to the top of my head before I know what’s hit me.
Now I’m lying here feeling all warm and dangerously gooey—in a couple senses of the word—and happy. And that’s the worst part.
This can’t be anything more than a bit of fun. Forgiveness maybe. A way to get closure and make peace with someone I realize I’ve spent the better part of a year being angry with.
But I’m no good at defending myself from genuine compliments. I shut my eyes and let him trace patterns on the bare skin of my back. And then without opening them or looking at him, I mumble into his chest. “Do you…want to stay? In the bed tonight instead of the sofa?”
Adam sighs and settles down lower on the pillows, bringing me with him. “I don’t want to keep you up, but maybe until you fall asleep. That would be nice.”
Unfortunately for him, that takes me all of about two minutes because as soon as I know I can get comfortable, I can’t seem to keep my eyes open.
They drift closed to the rhythmic pattern of him stroking my back, and though I try to make several mental notes about the talk we need to have in the morning just to make sure we’re both on the same page about this not meaning anything, nothing really sticks.
I wake to the scent of cinnamon bagel, which is one of my favorite smells in the world. When I check my phone there’s a message from Meredith and I open it immediately, smiling.
Meredith: I can’t wait for Saturday. My flight gets in at 6 so I’ll see you around 8
Oh shit, that’s this weekend. I guess there’s not much point worrying so hard about where Adam might think things are going. One way or another, he won’t be here much longer.
I don’t have the heart to kick him out before Saturday, though. Not unless he’s ready to go home, of course. Which doesn’t mean anything, I just don’t hate having him here as much as I did at first.
At that moment, he comes into the bedroom wearing only my filly apron that he must have dug out of a closet somewhere and holding a tray with coffee and a toasted bagel, and suddenly making him leave is the last thing on my mind.
I sit up, forgetting for a moment that I’m still naked and thus giving him an uninhibited view of my tits.
I’m expecting a stupid joke or a lewd stare, but though he looks appreciatively, he comes forward and places the tray carefully beside the bed like that’s more important.
Okaaaaay.
What has happened to my ex-boyfriend? This guy is not him. Maybe dying gives you a reset of your personality as well.
He straightens. “Eat so I can have my breakfast.” The pointed look he shoots at my lap tells me everything I need to know about what he means by that, and bloomin’ heck!
My pussy gives a traitorous little squeeze.
I open my mouth to tell him not a chance, but what’s the harm?
There are only three days left before my sister arrives and Adam moves back home.
That’s hardly time to get confused feelings or cross any lines, right?
We can just have meaningless sex.
Yeah sure, Jen. I don’t even believe myself, but my pussy is firmly on the forgive Adam and have lots of make-up sex train. I can’t stop myself from squirming a little, desperate for touch. Sensation. Relief.
Adam lingers for a moment longer, watching me, and boy am I tempted to push aside the tray and the duvet and just let him eat me right now.
Then he seems to shake himself out of it. “Eat. I’m gonna take a shower.”
He looks like he wants to say more, but he turns and walks through my room to the ensuite, and a moment later I hear the sound of the water running.
He doesn’t close the door, and yeah I shift a little to the side so I can catch a glimpse of his tight butt through the shower screen. Can you blame me?
Shaking my head, I refocus my attention on my breakfast. I need to stop mooning over Adam and find another date with a guy that could actually represent my future. That’s what I should be doing.
Instead I finish the bagel and lick the melted cream cheese from my fingers all while watching the soap run down his smooth behind.
He emerges from the shower soon after that, towelling off while facing me as if challenging me to look. Each swipe of the towel seems to say, ‘yeah you like this? You want some?’.
His cock swells a little, thickening as he takes a step toward me. His movements are casual. I have plenty of time to decide how to react or to shut this down if I want to.
I toss aside the duvet. Underneath I’m completely naked.
Adam’s gaze roves over my body, and his expression takes on that half dazed quality I love when he looks at me.
I stop questioning it. I spread my legs wide, pushing a finger through my labia, and yeah, I’m wet. My fingers glide easily over sensitive flesh still smooth from shaving yesterday.
“Should I shower first though?”
Adam comes to the edge of the bed and takes hold of my legs, yanking me toward him. “Are you kidding me? Does a fat kid like cake? Yeah I want to eat it. You know it only tastes better when you haven’t showered for a while.”
I gasp and it turns to laughter as he lowers his head and takes a long sniff, letting out a low growl. “Fucking delicious.”
I give him a little push, though I’m still laughing. “You know you can’t say shit like that, right? It’s kinda awful.”
He looks up confused. “What? About your pussy being delicious?” He takes a long slow lick and then looks back up at me with a grin. “It is.”
I have to suppress a moan so he’ll take me seriously because just that one lick has me wanting to spread my legs as wide as they’ll go and rub myself shamelessly against his face. “No, that fat kid joke. Don’t body shame people. Especially kids.”
He rolls his eyes, “Fine, but just for the record, I’m not shaming anyone because I don’t see any fat kids around here, do you?”
“Adam.” My tone is a warning.
His expression turns serious. “OK, yeah. I get it. I’m trying to be less of an asshole. I know I could use a few pointers.”
His statement is so unexpectedly cute I can’t stay mad. Instead I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull him close again. “Well good. I like that. You can start by carrying through with your promises.”
His next words are spoken against my pussy. “Oh trust me, at this point it’d take a whole herd of werewolves to drag me away from this juicy little meal.”
I really don’t think werewolves come in herds, but I can’t say that because the next second his mouth clamps down around my clit and he applies enough suction to make my back bow off the bed and an embarrassingly loud moan tear from my throat.
“Oh god. God, Adam. Keep doing that.”
Thank god he doesn’t try to speak again. He just keeps sucking my clit, stopping occasionally to alternate flicking it with his tongue, teasing it with long laps with the flat, and fast swipes of the tip.
Soon I’m shaking, trying to keep my legs from clamping around his ears and preventing him from continuing.
He seems to read my mind, though, because his hands close around the outside of my thighs and press them tighter. “Don’t hold back, Jen. Don’t forget I don’t have to breathe anymore.”
Oh fuck.
There’s something so wrong about that it’s right. I give in to the urge and crush his head between my legs. He lets out a long groan and his hips work, humping the bed like that was exactly what he was waiting for.
God, his mouth! I am buffeted along, pleasure ratcheting higher and higher as he keeps working me and working me. Obscene little moans muffled by my body tear from him as my hips buck against his mouth. His hands tighten on my legs.
I’m so fucking close. I can’t help it. I lock my ankles around his head and dive the rest of the way into my orgasm by grinding my pussy right on his mouth. I’m gripping his hair too tight. I’m scared I’ll tear some out, but I can’t seem to let go.
Pleasure blinds me. Each time I think it has reached its peak it grows more intense, more breathtaking. My belly convulses, muscles clamping, and I gasp for air. Then I’m out the other side, riding on the wave of sweetness while he just keeps letting me fuck his face until I’m completely wrung dry.
When I can finally convince my fingers to obey me, I let go of his hair and regretfully loosen my strangle hold on his face.
He looks up, and I don’t think I can describe the expression on his face in ways that are not offensive to someone somewhere.
The cat that’s got the cream comes to mind, except he’s not a cat, he’s like a giant puppy all pleased with himself and at the same time checking to make sure he has a reason to be.
“Fuck.” My head hits the pillow and I try to calm my frantic breaths until my chest isn’t heaving any longer.
“Mmmm.” Adam presses kisses to the insides of my thighs, and I try not to think about the way they are actually quivering. Quivering! What self-respecting woman actually quivers just because a guy goes down on her?
Oh, I definitely am, though.
Adam lets out a low hum of satisfaction. “Again?”
Before I’ve even answered, He’s pushing my thighs apart again, and they’re so weak from my orgasm I can’t even stop him.
“Oh god, Adam. I can’t, I—”
Just then he does this thing with his nose while he laps and sucks the juices from my opening that nudges my clit and almost sends me over the edge again, and I’m all out of protests.
Adam licks me to another leg-quaking orgasm, and I actually have to pull him away from my pussy after that. Was he always this hungry for it or has that changed too? I’m struggling to remember why I ever turned him down when he asked to do this for me.
I’m feeling like I want to melt into a limp puddle on the bed, but I make a halfhearted effort to lift my head. “Don’t you want to cum too?”
He looks a little sheepish. “Actually, I kinda liked not cumming yesterday. I mean I hated it, but it also made it really fucking intense when I did cum. I was thinking…”
I blink. “You want to do that again?”
“Yeah.”
I shake my head. He really has changed.
It’s my day off, so I indulge myself by having a lie in and while Adam does the washing up, I actually fall back to sleep for a little while.