Chapter 12 #4
As luck would have it, it was the first room I stumbled upon.
The furniture was scarce, which meant a nightstand, an armchair, and a huge bed, neatly made.
An electric fireplace was built into a wall, giving the space a warm, cozy feel.
Soft, golden light spilled from a small bedside lamp in the otherwise darkened room.
Behind the heavy drapes, the terrace door offered an emergency exit in case things went wrong.
I pulled the drapes aside, only to realize that outside, the storm was raging.
Rain hammered against the glass, obscuring the flickering lights of Smitsville.
The occasional flashes of lightning illuminated the room, followed by a deafening roar of thunder.
Compared to the pandemonium outside, the room’s stark austerity made it seem like a fortress.
“I like your place, by the way,” I threw over my shoulder when I heard footsteps in the distance. “It’s not what I expected.”
“I prefer yours,” Adam said from somewhere in the hall.
It sounded improbable. My place looked like a dump compared to his.
It was small, cluttered, and the sound isolation was shit.
I was also a hoarder. I collected everything from chipped mugs and socks with holes in them to mismatched pots from different sets.
Empty jars, old cans, and plastic containers were my kryptonite.
“The shitty weather spoils it,” I said, closing the drapes. “But I like the view.”
It was when I felt something behind me. It was big and hard, with something bigger and harder pressing against my ass.
“I like the view as well.” A low voice informed me.
I turned abruptly, only to meet the mischievous, blue gaze.
“Adam,” I blurted.
“Jordan.”
I was figuring out what to say when he started to unbutton my shirt—just like that. I looked at his hands that moved too quickly, switching from button to button.
“So, you haven’t changed your mind?” I said as Adam looked at me, unblinking.
“Have you?”
I shook my head. The truth was, I wanted him. Badly. What worried me was that I also needed him, but it was a problem for another day.
“I figured you were a safe bet,” Adam said matter-of-factly, sliding my shirt off my shoulders.
“How?”
“Maybe because of the lube that you hid in my hallway.”
His hands were on my zipper when I slapped them away. “You fucker! Why didn’t you say anything?”
Instead of a reply, Adam took off his T-shirt. At the sight of his bare chest, my brain short-circuited. My mouth dried. My anger evaporated.
“Are we going to discuss it all day, or are we doing this?” he said, cocking his eyebrow.
When my hands flew to my belt with embarrassing speed, unbuckling it clumsily, he grinned.
I tackled the zipper in the same unceremonious fashion, cursing when the thing got stuck.
It took me a minute to undo it, and I broke the zipper in the process.
In a rush of movements, I took off my pants, socks, boxers, and the last shred of dignity I had. Dignity was overrated, anyway.
“Someone’s eager,” Adam murmured, staring at my engorged dick that was past teasing, waiting, or debating.
He still had his grey sweats on. That was unacceptable.
I walked up to him, but his eyes were still on my body.
“I don’t care that you underdressed for our date,” I said, dragging my finger over the protruding length on his crotch. “This piece of fabric is golden.”
Finally, the heated, blue gaze found mine.
“You should get down on your knees,” Adam said, smirking. “The view is much better from there.”
Two could play that game, so I did what he said with pleasure.
I pulled his sweats down his hips, enjoying the way his smirk got replaced by stark need.
His dick sprang out, long and hard, making my salivary glands go berserk.
When I gripped his length, Adam hissed as if the casual touch brought him pain.
I looked up at him, enjoying the tortured expression on his face as I gave the crown a nice little lick.
Then I gave it a gentle kiss. Then I nuzzled my nose against it.
“Stop playing with it,” Adam growled, grabbing me by the hair. “Suck it.”
I gave him an innocent look before wrapping my mouth around the fat tip, making him whimper.
I cradled it with my tongue, dining on the pearls that were leaking out of the slit.
When Adam moaned, I looked at him, as if to ask, Am I doing it alright?
Judging by the sounds he was making, I was doing it like a pro, but as I said, two could play this game. He started it anyway.
When I took him deep into my mouth, he hissed, sounding almost in pain.
“Enough, you little tease,” he bit out. “Get on the bed before I lose my goddamn mind.”
I smiled and stood up despite the shaky knees. “You forgot to say please, pumpkin.”
“Now, you little shit,” he growled, pushing me backward. “On your back. Legs spread wide.”
When I did what he said, his hungry gaze slid down my body as he kept whipping his dick leisurely.
“That’s very nice,” he murmured, staring at my crotch. “A very nice cock.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I said, stroking myself shamelessly. “I could come just by watching you.”
When he opened the nightstand drawer and took out the lube, I gulped. Shit, this was really happening. Also, since I was about to take that anaconda inside me, I definitely had balls of steel.
Adam grinned, probably reading my face. “Nervous?”
“No,” I lied. “Have you had anal before?”
“Mm-hmm,” he hummed, squirting the lube on his fingers. “Legs higher, please.”
For once, I obeyed him without a second thought, and he started to apply the lube to my hole, massaging the rim gently. His movements were steady and slow, his face a mask of concentration. When his finger breached me, I gasped, overcome by the sensation.
“Is this okay?” Adam said, pushing the fat digit in and out of me.
I nodded, gulping when another finger joined in on the fun.
The burn was momentary, replaced by the intensifying pressure.
He squirted more lube onto my crack, spreading the sticky mass all over.
When the third finger joined the other two, I whimpered, gritting my teeth.
More pressure, more burn, but beyond that… more need.
“Hurry,” I whispered, barely able to breathe. “I’m ready.”
He pushed my knees to my chest and kissed my lips.
“Like this, baby… spread them wide.”
I nodded, watching him with bated breath as he applied lube to his length before moving between my legs.
“I’ll just push the tip in,” he said as his blue gaze found mine. “If you don’t like it, I’ll pull out.”
“I’ll like it. Just… hurry.”
“You close?”
“Yeah.”
“Me too,” he said, positioning his dick at my hole. “Now just relax, baby.”
I closed my eyes, drawing a sharp breath when I felt his dick breaching me. My hole opened, swallowing him up, but the increasing pressure made me gasp.
“Shit!” I breathed. “Fuck.”
“The tip is in,” Adam groaned. “Fuck... should I keep going?”
“I don’t…” I muttered, feeling brain-dead. “I...”
When I shifted my legs higher, Adam cursed under his breath.
“Fuck, don’t do that… I won’t be able to pull out.”
I could barely hear him. I wrapped my hands around his neck, which made him slide a little deeper inside me.
“Holy shit!” I gasped, absorbed by the burn and heat.
“F-fuck,” Adam stuttered, looking down at where we were connected. “It’s slipping in.”
I whimpered, digging my heels into his buttocks, yelping when he grazed a sensitive spot inside me. One long, slick, smooth push later, he bottomed out and I cried when the burn engulfed me.
“Holy fuck,” Adam choked. “Jesus!”
“Oh, m-my G-god,” I stammered, wide-eyed and shaken. I felt so full I could barely breathe, let alone speak. With a fat dick stuffed up my ass, and my own cock throbbing against my belly, I felt like an entirely different being.
My mind was still in a whirl when I heard the bed squeaking. I opened my eyes, feeling dazed, only to see the burning blue gaze fixed on me. Adam’s face hovered above mine, moving up and down. His entire body was moving. His dick inside me was moving, too.
“You okay?” he said, sounding strangled.
I nodded, gasping when he brushed that spot again.
“Here?” he asked me, but all I could do was nod.
He kept fucking me hard and fast as his lips found mine in a flurry of stolen breaths and moans too loud for the room to contain them.
“I’m going to come,” I gasped, digging my nails into his waist. “Fuck.”
When he buried his face in my neck, I grabbed his ass with both hands to keep him attached to me.
I could feel his muscles flexing as he kept thrusting hard and fast. He slid his hand between us and reached for my dick, but it was all over for me.
He’d barely touched it when I spilled with a cry that probably alerted the entire neighborhood.
He kept stroking me, gritting his teeth, until he pumped it all out, and I was drained.
He lasted a few more thrusts, before he cursed and came with a shout.
When he stilled, I could almost feel him unloading his spunk inside me.
Every throb of his dick, every spurt splashing my insides…
all of it. When he turned limp on top of me, I was officially brain-dead.
Silence ensued, not entirely comfortable, apart from our ragged breathing and the rain hammering against the windows.
My mind was reeling, and my body felt numb.
He was still buried inside me, and my legs were still spread wide.
His body still covered mine. It was all the proof I needed that what happened, happened, because I kept doubting it despite his semen in my ass.
When Adam finally pulled his dick out of me, I hissed, shocked by the sudden exit.
He muttered, “Sorry”, before collapsing on the bed beside me, but other than that, neither of us said a word.
It couldn’t be good, could it, this collective muteness that overtook the room?
Adam was lying on his back with his arm thrown over his face, but that didn’t seem encouraging either.
I shook my head in frustration, cursing the “I told you so” that appeared in my head.
It was the best sex of my life, dammnit!
I wanted to ask him if he felt the same, but I couldn’t force a word out of my mouth.
Looking him in the eye wasn’t an option either, so I rolled over onto my stomach.
Seeing guilt or regret on his face would gut me, so I decided to postpone it as long as possible.
When I felt something on my back, I flinched unwillingly. It felt like a finger, writing words on my skin in a language I didn’t understand. When it stopped at the end of my spine, I closed my eyes.
“What’s this?” Adam said. “It’s not a bullet wound.”
“No, it’s from shrapnel,” I muttered into a pillow.
“Where the fuck did you get that?”
“I served two tours in the Sommet province.”
He reached for my arm, making me turn and look at him. His sky-blue eyes were fixed on me as if they could see into my soul.
“I didn’t know you served.”
I shrugged. “I’m an army brat, remember? I wanted to follow in my father’s footsteps, but when my platoon got stuck in a minefield, things didn’t quite go our way. A few of my guys lost their lives, while I… Well, let’s just say that I’m lucky I’m still walking today.”
“So, that’s how you ended up policing?”
“That’s how I ended up policing.”
His eyes narrowed. “What else don’t I know about you?”
Instead of a reply, I asked him a question I dreaded.
“Do you regret it?”
“No, I don’t regret it,” he said flatly.
“Did you like it?”
He bopped me on the head. “How dare you ask me that shit?”
Was that a yes?
He could probably see the confusion on my face because his expression softened.
“Yes, I liked it. Not just the sex bit. I like you. All of you. I like the way you walk, talk, smell, and just are. I like how perfect you are in this shitty world. I like how you behave as if I’m a human being, which is a courtesy I never extended to you.
I like you because you are kind enough to be my sleep token, although I don’t deserve it.
I like you because you don’t know your worth, although you’re better than any other person I know.
Having sex with you blew my mind and made every other person in the world not an option for me. ”
“You don’t mean that,” I squeaked, barely able to speak.
He gave me a blank look. “Of course I do. My brief stay in your ass was an otherworldly experience that I would very much like to repeat.”
“You know what I mean, asshole!” I growled.
He grabbed me by the chin, making me look at him.
“I like you, Jordan. I like you so much I can’t bear the thought of you leaving my bed or my side.
It took me years to realize that, but I’m not wasting another second.
You’ll just have to… yeah, process it, I guess.
This us shit is happening. Yeah. It’s happening.
Are you receiving any of this? You’re looking at me funny. ”
“I’m…” I muttered, not knowing what to say. “I’m shocked.”
“Is that all you have to say to me?”
“I mean, you just fucked the life out of me and told me things I never thought I would hear, so give me a freaking minute.”
His gaze slid down my body. “By the way, how’s your ass? All good?”
“Good,” I replied, feeling warm in the face. “Incidentally, I feel the same. I mean… about the sex part and no other options, part. And the us, part.”
When he pulled me into his arms, I reached for him greedily, half-climbing on top of him. Now, that was a bed I could get used to sleeping on.
“What about the others?” I blurted. “What if they figure it out?”
“Then they will figure it out.”
“So, you won’t change your mind?”
“No, I won’t, but don’t you get it, Jordan? You have nothing to fear. I’m the one who should be afraid.”
His words made no sense. “Why?”
“Because if you get hurt, you will take a blow. Me… I’m already cracked. A blow would shatter me.”
I shook my head, swallowing back tears. “I want this. I want you, Adam. I always did.”
He dropped a kiss on my forehead.
“Good. Now, go to sleep. It’s late.”
It was easy to fall asleep in his arms, but my sleep was restless and filled with weird dreams. In one of my dreams, I was in Sommet again.
I stood on the minefield, watching the carnage the bomb had left in its wake.
Only this time, instead of my fallen comrades, a man who lay dead at my feet had a scar on his face.
This time, I wasn’t the victim.
This time, I was the bomb.