Chapter 17
Janae pulled away from him, ending their kiss and leaving him bereft of both cognitive thought and breath.
He watched her carefully, hoping he hadn’t overstepped or pushed her too far.
One moment they were talking about fundraising ideas, and then they were sitting there and she was revealing her past hurts. Finally, their mouths were plastered to each other’s.
What he should’ve done was kept the kiss light instead of letting his hunger and need for her build until he was ready to take her right here and now.
His body trembled with pent-up yearning, but he refused to move until she told him, showed him it was okay.
Then, as his conscience battled with his desire, the corner of her mouth lifted into an almost sinister grin and what was supposed to be a sexy moan turned into a needy growl.
“Janae, I would really like to be a gentleman and tell you it’s fine if this doesn’t go any further.”
There was no doubt he would stop the moment she voiced any kind of hesitation. But he knew damn well if she walked away right now, he was going straight to the shower to relieve himself.
She’d kissed him and smiled at him in that sexy way that told him she was ready to have her way with him, and he was rock hard as a result. He couldn’t talk or meditate himself out of this hard-on if his life depended on it.
“But if you’re not up for this or feel I’m crossing a line, I’m gonna need you to tell me that right now so I can go take care of a little personal business on my own.”
Her hungry eyes slid down his face, on to his torso, and right on down to his crotch.
She smiled again, inching closer to him and grazing her palm against his clothed, throbbing cock.
“If this is what you’re referring to, I can assure you I have every intention of handling this and you right—”
He didn’t give her a chance to finish. She’d made her consent clear, there wasn’t anything else to say as far as he was concerned.
He buried his fingers in her braids, holding just tight enough to keep her mouth where he wanted it without hurting her or damaging her hair.
When he claimed her mouth, she melted against him, giving in completely to him and the kiss. He lifted away from her long enough to walk them into the living room and position them on the couch.
Once seated, he pulled her between his legs and looked up at her dress and thanked God. There was a zipper from her bountiful bust to the hem and he wouldn’t have to fiddle with buttons.
He unzipped her dress, letting the folds of it peel away from her skin like delicate wrapping paper covering something precious.
The black lace of a demi bra and matching hi-cut brief panties greeted him, and he took a moment to take his fill.
She was so damn beautiful. He knew how soft and luscious her body was from that one night at the summit that she’d allowed him the pleasure of holding her on the back of his truck.
But now, with her deep brown skin on display, his hunger for her shifted.
Oh, he still wanted her. He doubted there would ever come a time where he didn’t want Janae Sanders. He simply wanted to savor her instead of devour her. He wanted to know every single inch of her as intimately as he knew his own body.
She must’ve felt something similar, because she allowed the denim to slide from her shoulders as she then stood in all her glory before him.
She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth as she watched him, before she stepped back to his seated form on the couch.
She kneeled in front of him, pulling his shirt up and over his head. Next, her fingers played at the elastic rim of his sweatpants and teased him, forcing him to use every ounce of restraint he had to keep from slapping her hands out of the way and doing away with the rest of his clothing himself.
But he didn’t. He remained patient, and she rewarded him by stripping him naked and taking his cock gently into her warm hand, stroking him from root to tip in one glorious slide of her skin against his.
The satisfaction of having her hands on him had his head dropping back against the cushion of the sofa and spreading his knees farther apart to make room for her.
She didn’t waste time, her wet tongue circled his tip, making his body hum like a piano whose keys had been expertly tickled.
“Fuck, Janae.”
She chose that moment to lower her hot mouth onto his aching length, drawing a primal moan from him as she set a teasing pace that had his body tense with the need to release.
When she lowered her head to lick his balls, Adam gathered her braids in his hand, pulling her away from him.
Her lips were puffy and pouty, like a child who’d had its favorite lollipop taken away.
He stroked himself to get his body back under his control. If he let Janae continue playing the way she had, he’d spill all over her before he made sure she was satisfied.
He turned her face up to him, giving her a punishing kiss before he pulled her back into position, rubbing the tip of his glistening cock across that sexy as sin mouth.
“Don’t play with me, Janae. Fuck me with that magical mouth of yours until I explode or you beg me to spread you open on this couch.”
He saw the flash of fire in her eyes, and it made him harder.
Janae was a boss. There was no doubt in either of their minds about that.
Yet, when Adam took control in this moment, she took direction so eagerly, he instinctively knew she reveled in having one aspect of her life where she didn’t have to bear the burden of making every decision about everything in her world.
If she needed that, he’d give it to her in spades. Not because he was a chauvinistic prick. No, he didn’t beat his chest by dominating his partners in bed.
It was the fact that he knew she had a hard time letting her guard down because of her past, and she’d allowed him to be her safe place to let go.
He knew what a gift her submission was and he’d never make her regret giving it to him.
When she lowered her mouth onto him, he kept his hands fisted in her hair, holding her in place as he lifted his hips and pressed into her warmth.
She didn’t pull back, so he did it again and again, thrusting, using her mouth for his pleasure, soaking up the desperate needy sounds they were both making.
When he came as close as he dared to climax, he released her head, pulling away from her, then pulling her up and onto her feet.
“I’m going upstairs to get a condom, and when I come back, I want you on your knees on this couch, facing its back with your ass in the air waiting for me.”
He placed both hands on her face, drawing her in for a deep kiss, sipping from her sweetness until he had his fill.
“Can you do that for me?”
Her eyes were glossy with desire, and her pert nipples were peeking through the dark lace covering her breasts. She was definitely in another world, but she had just enough consciousness planted in this one that she nodded in reply.
“Good girl.”
He kissed her again, then disappeared upstairs to grab one of the condoms he’d brought with him.
Had he planned on sleeping with Janae? No. But he damn sure wasn’t about to miss the opportunity she was gracious enough to give him either.
He made it back with his bounty in hand, and when he stepped into the living room, Janae was spread pretty over the back of the sofa, just like he’d asked her too.
She definitely had a reward coming her way for being so compliant.
He kneeled behind her, taking a handful of each of her cheeks, holding them apart.
“You have no idea how sexy you are kneeling there with that pretty pussy of yours on display for me.”
He ran one hand down until he was at her opening, stroking her gently with his fingers.
She moaned into the cushion, her hips chasing his fingers, begging for him to give her more.
“Adam, please.”
“Shh,” he soothed her. “I gotcha baby.”
He replaced his fingers with his tongue, licking up her glistening arousal, savoring her flavor.
He plunged two fingers inside her while his mouth and his tongue caressed her clit and her folds, bringing her to a fast and intense climax that had her screaming his name as she crested to the top of her peak.
As her body shuddered, trying to come down off the high he’d just given her, he sheathed his cock, and slipped inside her.
She was sopping fucking wet, and so damn hot he wasn’t sure he could withstand her heat. When her body clamped down on his, he decided that if he wound up with third-degree burns on his dick after this, he’d be just fine.
She was worth it.
This moment was worth it.
He placed one hand on her hip and the other at her shoulder, pulling her back onto his cock.
The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh heightened the experience, pulling him deeper into this erotic haze where the only thing that mattered was their pleasure, how good they could make each other feel, how much satisfaction they could wring out of each other.
He could feel her walls closing around him again, pulling him in deeper with each thrust. He lifted his leg, planting his foot on the sofa as he canted his hips, deepening his thrusts until she was keening, breaking beneath him as she lost herself in her pleasure.
With each throb of her climax, she became wetter, until her essence was spraying out in erratic pulses.
The sight of her squirting on his cock was too much for even his countenance. His balls climbed higher, his rhythm faltered, and his orgasm wrapped around the base of his spine.
When the first pulse of his release approached, he tightened his hold on her, increasing the depth and speed of his thrusts until he emptied himself into the condom.
He quickly lost his ability to stand, so he braced both hands on the back of the couch, nuzzling her neck, until he could find the strength to flop down into a seated position, and pull her into his side.
His body would protest all this activity in the morning. He didn’t give a good goddamn about any aches and pains his over-forty bones and muscles would undoubtedly have for him.
There was nothing better than pleasing the woman who was now filling his arms. And before the night was over, he planned to do it all over again.
Adam sipped his coffee, letting the events of last night play in his head.
The atmosphere changed between he and Janae.
Her admission about why she so desperately needed James to get into New York School of Performing and Fashion Arts through the feeder program made him a convert.
They absolutely had to save this program.
Learning of her trauma made everything in him want to help Janae.
The truth was, he had the means to help her.
He’d wisely saved and invested his NBA money.
That, and only living within his means as an educator meant that Adam had considerable wealth.
Yet, as soon as the idea of offering her money to solve her problem crossed his mind, he knew instantly it was the wrong move.
Janae didn’t need a savior. She needed support. He wouldn’t be another man in her life who just took over and didn’t consider her feelings. That’s what her ex had done. He would not make the same mistake and try to use his money to control Janae.
He understood the lengths a parent would go through to help their child become more. Monroe Hills was a small town with only a handful of wealthy people living within its borders. Most people were barely making enough to get by.
That was one of the reasons his father wanted him to work so hard at basketball.
He knew it would earn him a scholarship, and that would be his ticket to a better life.
True, Adam hadn’t wanted that exact life.
Nonetheless, Adam knew his father had pushed so hard to make sure Adam would make it out and succeed.
He scratched at his beard as a single thought took hold.
What if I hadn’t gotten that scholarship? Where would I be now?
He’d be a hypocrite to rob these kids of an equally significant opportunity just because it made sense on paper.
The creak of the floorboards upstairs stopped his musings. A few moments later, Janae walked into the kitchen.
Once he laid eyes on her, seeing her soft smile, and easy manner as she walked around in the T-shirt and basketball shorts he’d left on the bed for her, he knew he needed to do whatever was necessary to make her plan work.
Janae deserved this win, and the kids in the district deserved this opportunity to follow their dreams.