Chapter 18
SEVENTEEN
Jen
I’m feeling a little guilty about my outburst by the time I get back home. I try to push it aside, but when I walk in to find Adam folding my laundry, it knocks me for six. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I forgive you,” he replies, giving me a pointed look.
I blow out a breath and march over to him, snatching the black thong from his hands before he can add it to the pile of folded clothes. “Stop showing off. I already feel crappy.”
He slides an arm around my waist and tugs me close, pressing a kiss to the top of my head, which only makes me feel more flustered and confused. “What if I like folding your underwear?”
I scoff. “Yeah, of course you do.”
Reaching for a shirt off the clothes horse, I join him folding the last few things, pushing down those pesky feelings.
“I like your underwear.”
“Yeah I know, you perv.”
“I mean I really like it. Always have. Maybe I try it on sometimes when you’re not home.”
I almost drop the blouse I’m folding, and I have to look around to make sure he’s not fucking with me.
“You—really?” I’m trying not to laugh, but I never picked Adam as the sort to try on ladies’ underwear.
Then again, I never picked him as the sort to enjoy chastity, but maybe I’ve had him wrong all along.
The slightly darker color to his cheeks and the way he’s watching me intently, as if he’s searching my face for my reaction, tells me this is genuine. “Really?”
Since I went out, he’s dressed in a pair of jeans, neglecting to put on a shirt, which I appreciate since it lets me keep my view of his amazing pecs and chiseled abs.
Now the corner of his mouth lifts, and he tugs down the waistband of the jeans.
I have to resist the urge to drool over the deep V leading down to…
a pretty set of leopard print knickers I definitely recognize.
My mouth drops open. “Oh my god. Those are mine, aren’t they?”
“Maybe.”
“Why you sneaky—” I give him a little push, and he just grins down at me. And then I’m laughing, all the tightness in my chest gone, all the heaviness of our argument forgotten.
“How long has this been going on for?”
“I used to do it while you were at work sometimes.”
Oh my god. I guess there’s lots about him I never knew.
We’re standing close, both watching the other intently.
That now-familiar energy sizzles between us, reminding me of everything we’ve shared over the past twenty-four hours.
My nipples tighten, straining against the fabric of my sports bra as if they’re aching to be closer to him, and I’m on board that train.
I think I’ve had him wrong all this time.
When I jump into his arms, he catches me up like he knew I was going to do it.
My legs are wrapped tight around his waist, and he stumbles back onto the sofa as our mouths meet.
I don’t even hesitate when I feel us falling, too wrapped up in the need to test this connection once more.
Am I searching for the weak point, for the crack that breaks us apart again, or hoping this feeling I’ve been getting is right and maybe there is a chance for us?
He holds me close as I push my tongue into his mouth, still searching for god knows what.
He meets my energy, lips and tongue moving against mine, remembering, reclaiming.
We stumble back and land on the sofa with me in his lap, right where I want to be.
I don’t stop kissing him. I just use the new position to grind on the growing bulge in his lap.
Adam groans. But when I reach between us, he breaks away from the kiss. “Not yet. I want to hold off a bit longer.”
I should listen. Back off. But the part of me that needs to test this feeling needs to know what will happen if I push him to breaking point. Will he allow me to focus on his pleasure? Will he go back to taking and demanding without thinking about my needs?
Has he really changed, or is this just an elaborate act?
Leaning back, I pull off my top and bra, exposing my breasts for him.
Immediately he pulls me close again and dips his head to lavish attention on each breast. He closes his warm mouth around first one aching nipple then the other.
Then he pushes them together so he can swap quickly between licking and kissing both.
The longer this goes on, the more the tightness builds in my core. He’s not making it easy to stay focused on my goal of getting him off. Lifting off his lap, I lie on my back, drawing him between my thighs for more heated kisses, a firmer press of our bodies together.
Increasingly restless, I raise my hips to tug off my tights and he helps, tossing them to the floor along with my wet panties.
His gaze drops to my pussy, and he lets out another low, appreciative groan as he leans in close and inhales. An answering throb threatens to rob me of my self-control, but somehow I manage to thread my fingers through his hair and tug. “Come here.”
He’s still wearing the jeans, but he settles himself against me as he obeys. The seam of his fly rubs in the most delicious way against my naked pussy, and I roll my hips chasing more. He groans into my mouth. “Fuck. You’re not making this easy, Jen.”
He buries his face in my neck and finds a very sensitive place beneath my ear, and I have to battle to keep my voice steady. “I don’t do easy.”
My body wants very much to let him keep nuzzling against that sweet spot on my neck, keep grinding against my pussy the way he’s doing right now. Maybe he doesn’t even realize the way his hips already work as if he’s fucking me.
I’m riding higher and higher on each sensation. The slick from my bare pussy must be making a right mess of his crotch, but even that works me closer. The thought of my juices painted on him only makes me moan as the pressure builds a rising tide of need deep within me.
He reaches between us, and his hand is unsteady. “You’re so fucking wet, Jen. You love this, don’t you? Love teasing me.”
God, why isn’t he fucking me already? I can’t believe he’s held back this long. I rake my nails over his back, trying to get him closer, wanting to feel him moving in me. “I don’t know who I’m teasing most. Would you just fuck me already?”
He drops his head to rest his forehead against mine, and even through the thick denim I can feel him throb. “If I fuck you, I won’t be able to hold on. I’m so ready to bust I’ll explode the second I get inside you.”
“Really?” Reaching between us, I slide a hand over his rock-hard abs. His belly shudders beneath my fingers as I get closer to his waistband.
I unbutton the fly of his jeans and slide my questing fingers into the stolen underwear. I smirk as I close my hand around him, and he thrusts into my palm with a grunt.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me, Jen?”
It lights me up watching him grit his teeth and move his hips helplessly. I suppress a little giggle. “Aww, look how hard you’re trying not to fuck me. You sure, baby?”
Tendons stand out on his neck. “Fucking hell, Jen. Call me that again.”
“What, baby? You like that, baby?” I close my teeth around his earlobe and give him a gentle bite, and he lets out a string of muffled curses.
“I fucking love it. Can’t you feel how hard that makes me? I’m gonna explode in your hand, but I can’t stop.”
My jealous pussy contracts with every pump of his powerful hips. My palm is slick with the precum spilling from his tip.
“I thought not cumming made my head clearer.” Another thrust. “And it does, until you get your hands on me.”
Impatiently I meet his next thrust, tightening my fist around him.
“I can look at a hundred girls. Watch the nastiest porn. None of it gets me hard, but all I have to do is be near you and I’m done for.
Can’t think about anything else. Not… clear-headed,” he grits out.
“I’m obsessed… So… obsessed. Don’t want it to end.
” Finally he stills, his whole body shaking.
His eyes press shut. “Not yet. Not gonna cum yet.”
In my hand, his cock pulses in time with a phantom heartbeat he no longer has.
There’s a finality in his tone that wasn’t there before.
I stop too, holding him, waiting for what’s next.
I think if I wanted to, I could break him now.
Move his cock to fit him against my wet pussy and take him.
But that’s not what he wants, and though I’m aching to have him inside me, that feeling is wrestling with a different sort of fullness in my chest.
Obsessed captures it pretty well. The way he’s doted on me lately. The focus he’s brought to every interaction between us. It looks good on him.
Is this the missing piece that helps us actually work? The reason I can believe in him?
The answering flutter in my chest makes me slowly withdraw my hand and bring it to his face.
His eyes open, and he searches my face, the question unspoken.
“Not yet,” I whisper.
The tension falls from him, and he lets out a long sigh, sitting back. I expect him to get up or maybe hold me for a while, but again he surprises me. “Where’d you put that dildo?”
Fuck yes. How could I have forgotten about the dildo? Maybe I was mad about it before, but right now it feels like a fucking great idea.
We eventually find it where I discarded it by the bed, but I’m not ready when he hands it to me and then pulls down his jeans. “Switch them.”
I stare at him. “Will that even work?”
“We’re about to find out.” His cock jumps a little, and I’m really tempted to toss the dildo aside and just tell him to fuck me, but that’s not what he wants. And maybe he’s right about the whole delayed gratification thing.
I’m still rushing as I sew the dildo to him, and I stab my own finger more than once. As I wince and suck the blood from my fingertip, I look up at him. “This doesn’t hurt you?”
I wasn’t sure how well the needle would penetrate the silicone of the toy, but it holds remarkably well. Still, it’s heavier than his dick.
Adam shrugs. “I feel things less now. Everything except when you touch me. That’s better than ever.”
He looks pretty imposing with the huge dildo hanging between his thighs. Its bright garish pink stands out starkly against the dull green of his skin. Adam swivels his hips, making it flop against his thighs, and I swallow.
Shit.
“On your hands and knees, Jen.”
A shiver goes through me. Adam gives my ass a little smack as I crawl into position, looking back at him.
Fuck, that thing is huge. There’s definitely a reason it stayed in my online cart and I never completed the order.
I don’t even know if I can take it. All I know is my pussy is desperately wet and craving to be filled with something.
When he gets into position and lets the heavy silicone rest between my butt cheeks, moisture trickles down my thighs and I press my face into the mattress, smothering a moan.
“Ready, Jen?”
I can’t hide the tremor in my voice when I reply, “No?”
“Wrong answer.” I’m expecting the dildo, but it’s Adam’s hand that slides between my thighs, coaxing me to open wider. The other hand presses on my lower back, making me arch. “I’ve got you, Jen. I won’t hurt you. Promise.”
“Okay.” I let out an unsteady breath. I relax more as his gentle touch drags moisture from my opening all around my labia, stroking and bringing my pussy to life everywhere. By the time he reaches my clit, I’m pushing back against him, ready for more.
“There you go.”
I moan when he slides two fingers inside me.
“Oh my god.”
“You’re gonna look so fucking hot with your tight little pussy wrapped around this monster.” He rubs me faster, and my thoughts scatter while my whole body narrows in on everywhere he’s touching me.
“So fucking hot.” He withdraws his fingers and fits the head of the dildo to my hole. “God, I think I could lose it just looking at you like this.” His hands stroke over my ass and hips.
“Yeah?” Experimentally I push back, taking the tip of the silicone toy inside me.
Adam lets out a groan, and my nerves are quickly disappearing.
I push back further, feeling the stretch, leaning into it. I hear his indrawn breath behind me.
“That’s it, Jen. That’s it. You’ve got it.” He reaches around and rubs my clit while I sink back further onto the toy.
“Oh fuck.” My legs shake. As it impales me it seems to touch every sensitive place within me all at once. It’s so huge, but it’s good. It’s so fucking good.
By the time I have it fully seated I’m giggling, ready to explode at any moment. The tight soreness is all gone now, but what is left is breathtaking.
“You good, babe?”
I nod, unable to answer.
Cautiously, Adam pulls back a little and nudges forward.
I can’t help it. My senses riot. I cry out. How am I going to hold myself up while he does this?
He pulls out again and plunges back inside, and the obscene squelching noise it makes as my pussy clings to the silicone only makes it hotter.
“Oh shit.” Adam’s hands tighten on my hips, and thank god! I might have collapsed into a puddle on the mattress by now if he wasn’t holding my ass up. “Jen that’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Are you gonna take it all?”
I make an incoherent noise into the pillow.
“Are you?”
“Yes!”
He withdraws and plunges back, over and over, and now my ass slaps back against his belly on every thrust. I forget what time it is, what we’re doing today. I almost forget my own name as the feeling wells up until there’s nowhere left to go.
I squeeze my eyes tight, tears streaming onto the pillowcase as the orgasm rips through me. I’m half scared of it, unsure whether my body can take it. My logical brain—the part of me who remembers I’ve witnessed women pushing babies out of a hole this size—has abandoned the building.
I don’t even have the breath to tell Adam I’m cumming. All I can do is strangle the bedclothes in my fist and hold on for dear life as he rips the pleasure from me in a giant crest that wipes away everything else.
I come back to myself a moment later, sobbing something wild. Adam has stopped. The thick dildo is still deep inside me, and the last tremors rock my body.
He strokes my back. “Did you cum, babe?”
I laugh. It comes out more like a cackle, but I’ve got no fucks left to give. “Uh, yeah. I came.”
Gently he disengages and helps me to roll onto my side, tucking himself around me.
As he strokes my hair and whispers into my ear, I’m vaguely aware of his cock lying on the nightstand in a sticky puddle of precum, throbbing in time with the slowing beat of my heart.
“That was…” I trail off, not having a word for exactly what that was.
“Wow.” He kisses my neck and that about sums it up.
This whole zombie boyfriend thing might be a little too perfect. But honestly, I’m failing to see any downsides.