Chapter 10 #3
Adam cocked his eyebrow. “Do you now?”
I stood up and raised the hem of my shirt, exposing my belly.
“A knife wound?” he guessed correctly, peering at the whitish mark above my waist.
“And there’s this,” I said, lowering the rim of my jeans to present him with an ugly scar on my hip. “Some crackhead shot me.”
“Yeah, I remember this one,” Adam mused, dragging his finger over my skin. “I noticed it when we were in prison.”
At the mention of the p-word, we looked at each other because he mentioned the unmentionable.
It meant prison time. It meant kissing time.
Also, he was touching me. Even now, his finger lingered on my hip, and it felt as if someone had put a red-hot iron on my body.
For some inexplicable reason, my gaze darted to his crotch, where his pants were tented in a way that could mean only one thing.
It was something he, and I could bet on that, wasn’t aware of.
It got me so flustered that I knocked down a beer bottle before sitting down next to him.
“What’s wrong?” Adam said, noticing my discomposure.
Nothing, except that you have an erection, and I want to sit on it.
I cringed. Jesus. No.
I rubbed the back of my neck and lied. “I think I strained the trapezius the other day when I was chasing that pickpocket.”
“I’ll give you a massage,” Adam said, turning toward me. “You can deduct it from the cost of my next sleepover.”
My eyes widened in alarm, but before I could say, Hell no, his hands were on my body. He gripped my shoulders and made me turn my back to him before I could process what was going on. Why? Because he was strong, he shocked me, and his manhandling skills were exceptional.
“You obviously regret choosing your profession,” I blurted, feeling the need to yap. “I’m guessing if you weren’t a cop, you would be a masseuse.”
“Not really,” Adam said, kneading my neck and, I was almost sure of it, sniffing me. “Verna taught me this.”
“Who the fuck is Verna?” I snapped before I could tell myself to tone it down.
The mere mention of a name that represented a woman in his life made me furious.
“She’s an acquaintance. And a psychic.”
“Did she look into the crystal ball and tell you your future?”
I was being inconsiderate, maybe even rude, but I couldn’t stand his hands on me for a moment longer.
“No, but she told me that change is good.”
I had to stop this without making it weird, but how?
“It’s fine now,” I muttered, perspiring from all the unsaid words and suppressed feelings. “You can st-stop now.”
“Why?”
I raised my shoulder, trying to make his hand go away.
“It’s better now.”
“But you still seem tense.”
Was he fucking with me? If so, he was about to regret it.
“You’re making me hard, alright?” I snapped, adjusting my erection crudely. “Cut it out.”
“So what if I am?” Adam said, sounding amused. “I made you hard before. What’s the big deal?”
“I didn’t mean you,” I bit out, rubbing my forehead in frustration. “This massage thing is what’s causing… You know what? Never mind. I’ll just take a shower or something.”
“Don’t. I like the way you smell.”
“L-likewise,” I stammered, turning around. “Look…”
His blue, challenging gaze met mine, and I wondered if he was on drugs or something. He didn’t seem like himself, but then again, I felt out of sorts as well.
“Look what?” he said as his blue eyes flicked to my mouth.
It was that little flick of the eye that spurred me into doing something stupid.
“I’ll just ask you,” I said, cursing myself and my ability to speak. “Do you ever think about that… that…?”
Just say it. Kiss. Say it. Fucking say it.
“That… that…” Adam mocked me, looking too pleased for my liking. Well, fuck him.
“Forget it,” I muttered, standing up, when he yanked me back down.
“Not so fast.”
I was considering punching him when he grabbed me by the neck and slammed his lips on mine.
My gasp of shock got swallowed by a kiss so brutal that my soul left my body.
His tongue pried my stunned mouth open, and I let out a helpless whine as our lips molded into what could be described only as perfection.
His tongue grazed mine so carnally that an embarrassing moan escaped my throat.
I gripped the lapels of his shirt and yanked him to me, deepening the kiss until it became almost painful.
I would have sucked, pushed, or inhaled him into me, but I just held him close while we kissed like savages.
My lips turned numb in under a minute, and my breathing became a chore in less than that.
My heart threatened to burst out of my chest in what would be a gruesome ending to some sensational mouth-fucking.
Speaking of fucking, I already knew if we ever decided to do that, we would break the damn bed.
When Adam broke the kiss abruptly, I gripped his shirt with such force that a few buttons popped out of their holes.
“Don’t you dare stop now, motherfucker,” I bit out.
“No, it’s just…” He reached into his pants and adjusted his erection with a grimace of pain. “Aw, fuck... That’s better… come here.”
I was in his lap before he could finish the sentence, sitting astride him and landing straight on his hard erection.
“Ah, yeah,” Adam hissed, slapping my ass. “Ride that dick.”
I was too horny to be shocked.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I muttered, licking his jaw. “Jesus, your stubble feels amazing.”
When I pressed my cock against his and gave it a little rub, he groaned, gripping my hips.
“Ah, fuck… Jordan… fuck!”
I kept rubbing myself against him clumsily while fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, but my mouth never left his, not for a moment. After I managed to get the damn thing off him, he tore my shirt in half, showing me a simpler way to do it.
“You ruined it, you savage,” I protested as he peeled the tatters off me. “Ever heard of buttons?”
“Fuck you, Jordan.”
“I intend to,” I grunted, pushing my sweats down my hips. “Squeeze my ass. Make it hurt.”
“Bossy bastard,” Adam growled. “We need to shut your mouth with something.”
That something was his tongue, licking at mine, and making it impossible for me to breathe.
Then again, oxygen was overrated. I could live only off his mouth on me, rough and relentless, chipping away at every reservation I had about this.
His stubble left a burning trail from my chin to my neck, where he paused to suck on my skin so viciously that I could feel it in my balls.
“Stop… you’re going to mark me,” I groaned, pulling out my dick because it was either that or coming in my underwear. “Fuck… I can’t...”
“Wait for me,” Adam grunted, unbuttoning his pants frantically. When he pulled out his cock, the thing looked ready to burst.
“Hurry,” I breathed, aligning our dicks so he could wrap his hand around them. “Fuck!”
He was already stroking us when my hand joined his.
“Yeah, like that,” I whimpered, unable to look away from the flushed, swollen crowns pressed together. “Don’t stop.”
“Spit on them,” Adam growled. “Spit!”
I did what he said even before he finished his sentence, hypnotized by the sight of a glob of my saliva sliding down our lengths. His spit joined mine, making us both wet and slick as he spread the moisture evenly, making me moan.
“Shit, I’m going to come,” I bit out when I felt my balls draw up. "I can't stop. S–s-sorry…"
“No, me too,” Adam gasped. “God, I’m gonna come so hard!”
I spasmed before he finished the sentence, as a powerful spurt of cum left my dick and flew high in the air.
His dick exploded next, and then we were both shooting cum all over us…
our hands, our pubes, our fucking chests.
With our foreheads pressed together, we watched our hands move frantically, now slick with semen.
“Aaaaaaaah…”
“Ohhhhh…”
“Mmmmm…”
“Fuuuuckk…”
Our moans subsided as our movements slowed down, and nothing could be heard in the room but our ragged breathing. I stared at our cum-sprayed hands, still attached to our hard dicks, feeling dazed. My body was numb, my brain was fried, and I had no idea what had just happened.
“Fuck,” Adam murmured. “Fucking lemons.”
“Huh?” It was all I could muster.
He shook his head instead of replying and straightened up, reaching for his shirt. His bare chest was splashed with cum, his cheeks were rosy, and his hair tousled. His eyes landed everywhere but on me. He barely got one arm into a sleeve when he headed towards the door, still half-naked.
“I thought you were staying,” I said without thinking.
“Yeah, I just remembered I have to be somewhere.”
His tone was casual, but my bullshit sensors were on high alert. He was practically running to the door, barely dressed and without cleaning our spunk off him.
“It doesn’t mean anything,” I blurted, only to hear the front door slam behind him.