Chapter 16 #2
The breath stops in my chest, and my brows furrow even though my gut knows where this is going.
“What?”
“Tell me what you want. What will make you feel good?”
I lick my suddenly dry lips and stare at him in feigned confusion. I can feel a deep blush burning my cheeks and moving down my chest, just as he described minutes ago.
“I…I don’t—” I suck in a sharp breath as his thumb grazes over my clit. “That,” I say, nodding quickly. “Do that. Do that again.”
“Do what?” He’s clearly entertained by this game, though I am not. I am becoming quickly frustrated, not just sexually, but also mentally. Why does everything with us have to be a battle?
Because you like it that way, the voice in my head whispers. I bat her away.
“Whatever you just did! I don’t know, Adam. Just make me feel good. Whatever you wanted to do before, do that. Whatever you want, Adam.”
He shakes his head, and I groan with frustration.
“Mmm, not this time.” His words feel like a threat and a promise, and I tighten, something that he must see if the deep groan he lets out means anything.
“I told you, Wren. You don’t ask for what you want enough.
So I’m making it my mission that you learn to demand what you want.
” He moves his thumb, grazing along my clit, and I gasp at the graze. “Starting here and now.”
“Adam,” I whisper.
“Fuck,” he groans, and I wonder if that’s his resolve cracking. “Fuck, if my name on your lips like that doesn’t make me want to throw this fucking plan out the window.” The tip of his thumb moves down, barely entering me, and I nod fervently.
“Yes, yes.”
But then his eyes shift from my entrance to my face, and an amused grin spreads over his lips.
“Tell me. Tell me what you want.”
He purses his lips and blows cool air along my wet cunt, and I cry out. I’m so turned on, more turned on than I’ve ever been in my entire life, and this man has barely even touched me.
“Adam!”
“Tell me what you want, Wren,” he demands through gritted teeth as if this is paining him just as much.
“I don’t care—”
He cuts me off, his gaze leaving my center to stare at me, eyes suddenly fierce and serious.
“Don’t play that game with me. With everyone else, you can tell them you don’t care or that you don’t know. But not with me. You demand what you want when you’re with me, Wren.”
His words move through me, searing and sending sparks of need through me, and I realize that I’m not getting anything if I don’t ask for it.
He wants me to feel this pleasure, to be the one to give it to me, and I realize in some strange way, he’s going to get satisfaction out of me getting that.
It appeases the version of me that hates feeling selfish, that is uncomfortable with putting my own wants and needs first.
I take a deep, unsteady breath, then hold his gaze when I finally speak. “Finger me.”
He groans loudly, like the two words bring him both immense pleasure and pain, but he obliges all the same.
Adam slides two thick fingers into me, stretching me as they fill me.
I lean back a bit on my hands that are planted on the counter, staring down at my body to watch where his fingers are disappearing into me.
“Oh god,” I groan, tightening not just at the fullness or the immediate pleasure it gives me, but the visual of him. His grin is wide as he pulls out and then slides back in, crooking his fingers to brush against an extra-sensitive spot at the front of me.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, Wren,” he groans, and I tighten around him at not just his words but the tone, at the sound of pure rapture in them, and the way his eyes are locked on my center, his fingers disappearing into me.
“Look at you.” He pulls his fingers out, and the light catches on them, glinting on the wetness on his fingers.
I want to blush, but I can’t seem to find it in me, not when he’s looking at me like that. Now, my body is on fire with need, and without him, I feel empty.
“More,” I whisper, my hips lifting.
“That’s my good girl.”
I whimper at his words, the sounds morphing into a moan when he slides three thick fingers into me. The stretch is exquisite, though not surprising considering I can’t tell you the last time someone had me in this way.
Adam must be reading my mind when he comments on it. “You look so fucking pretty stretched around my fingers like this, baby. So pretty. I can’t wait to see you like this around my cock.”
I groan, then nod vigorously. “Yes, yes. That.”
He lets out a low, teasing chuckle before shaking his head. “No, no. You’re going to come like this before you get anything more. I want to watch.”
I let out a defeated sound, and his laugh fills the quiet room again, but then his thumb curls up to my clit, circling me there as he finger fucks me, and all thoughts of disappointment melt away.
Somehow, I’m already close to the edge.
I normally take a while, if I find it at all, when I’m with someone else. I often find myself preoccupied with ensuring my partner’s enjoyment, putting my own pleasure and enjoyment on the back burner.
In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever had someone like Adam, someone so tuned in and locked onto my pleasure and needs. So determined to watch me take that pleasure for myself,
Honestly, though, I should have known he would challenge me in this way—he does with everything else, after all.
“I’m close,” I whisper without meaning to. A blush burns on my cheeks, but when I see the look of adoration and determination on Adam’s face, it melts away as quickly as it came.
“What else do you want, Wren?” he asks, and my breathing catches in my throat. “What do you need?”
“I—” I start, but the words fall away as he continues to finger fuck me, the rhythm speeding up and taking my breath away.
My eyes try to drift shut with the building pleasure, but I force them open.
I’m not missing a single moment of this, not willing to risk not seeing Adam kneeling between my legs like this.
“Hmm?” he asks. I try to respond, really, I do, but his fingers are expertly working me, and words don’t seem to want to work. “I’m sure there are more things in that pretty little head of yours besides my fingers fucking you.”
The image of his head between my legs, my fingers twining between the thick strands of his hair, holding his face to me as I come, flashes in my mind, but I shake my head to remove it.
I’m happy with this.
Guys don’t like that, so they put their mouth there. Right?
He stares at me, and then a slow, mischievous smile spreads over his handsome face, as if he’s seen what went through my mind on a Jumbotron over my head.
“Now, if we were talking about what I want,” he says, almost casually as he finger fucks me, slowing his thrusts.
My breathing is heavy, and a whimper leaves my lips as he adds just a hair more pressure to my clit.
“If we were talking about my desires, I’d say I want little more on this earth right now than to eat this pretty pussy.
Lick it clean, suck on your pretty little clit.
” He groans when I tighten around his fingers, then looks up at me knowingly. “What do you think about that?”
I nod.
God, I want that.
I just know this man with his filthy mouth and his expert fingers will be absolutely ground-shaking if he gets his mouth on me in that way.
“Words, Wren. You have to ask for what you want,” he says.
Irritation flares, but when his fingers shift, pressing on some new sweet spot inside of me, it’s replaced with need.
Some new version of me takes over, some version I’ve never met, but I’m grateful it exists.
My hand lifts, running through his thick hair and staring down at him.
“I want you to—” My breath hitches as he fucks me harder with his fingers, like he can’t stop himself. “I want you to eat my pussy, Adam.”
A deep groan fills the room, and I moan in response, though I whimper when I feel the loss of his fingers.
“Feet on the counter,” Adam says firmly.
My lust-filled gaze meets his with confusion. “What?”
“Put your feet on the fucking counter, Wren. Spread wide for me so I can feast.”
My hesitation only lasts a moment, quickly washed away by the fierce look on his face before I oblige, lifting first my left, then my right foot and resting it on the corner of the kitchen counter.
It crosses my mind for a single heartbeat to be embarrassed, spread wide and on display like this for him, but Adam lets out a soul-deep noise of appreciation before his fingers slide into me again.
“Fuck…look at how pretty you are. All spread out for me. So fucking wet for me.” He stares at me in awe before his eyes move up to mine. “Who is all of this for, Wren?”
My tongue moves out, wetting my lips before answering without thinking.
“It’s all for you, honey,” I murmur, my eyes locked on his.
“Fuck, yeah, it is,” he groans low, then his mouth moves, lips wrapping around my clit and sucking hard.
I scream.
It felt good before, his fingers fucking me and his thumb on my clit, but this is something so new and exquisite, I know he’s ruining me in this moment for any other man.
His mouth moves over me, tongue licking, fingers fucking, and all I can do is sit there and take it. All I can do is watch this man on his knees, serving me.
I don’t have to tell him what I like, what I need, and I surely don’t have to pretend I’m enjoying it.
It doesn’t take long at all before I’m close, teetering on the brink of the most glorious orgasm of my life.
I need a bit more, and my hand moves from the counter with a mind of its own and shifts to hover over his head, pausing as I realize what I almost did. Adam’s eyes snap up to my face, probably sensing my hesitation in a way only he can, then they move to my hand.
The noise that comes from him is nearly feral and vibrates through me before his hand leaves my thigh, grips my wrist, and slams my hand into his hair. The move presses his face between my legs harder and ratchets up my need, pushing me closer, and I snap.
My fingers grip his hair, pulling him into me more fiercely as I shift him and my own hips to get what I need where I need it.
And then I come.
I come and I come, screaming Adam’s name, my body quaking as the most intense pleasure racks my body in seemingly unending waves as his fingers continue to move inside of me, as his tongue and lips and even a graze of his teeth work my clit.
Finally, it begins to ease, and my fingers begin to loosen in his hair as his fingers slide out and his tongue licks me clean.
But when he groans in undisguised satisfaction right into me, another smaller orgasm moves through me, sweeter and softer but no less pleasurable than before.
Finally, he pulls back, wet glinting over his lips, grinning at me before he stands.
“That was fucking spectacular, Wren,” he says, then buries his hands in my hair, pulling my mouth to his.