22. Adam
ADAM
We hear the noises first as we approach her front door.
Sam and I, that is.
It's unmistakable, the frantic sounds, the moans, the urgent pleading.
It had me slowing my steps.
Something's happening in there, and given that Jake's car is in the driveway, it's not hard to imagine what it is.
Sam freezes too, with his hand on the handle, taking note of it a second after I do.
I caught Sam earlier this evening, right as he was about to leave his house.
I'd gone over there to yell at him for not telling us that Chelsea was sick, only to find that he was on his way to see her again, without telling us.
"I didn't think that I had to inform you," was his answer, and frustrating as it was to hear, he was right,
While he has jumped headfirst into this fatherhood thing, both Jake and I are still trying to find our footing with the whole matter, and it's not his job to guide us.
We should have called to check in on her anyway. We should be more attentive and not rely on him to relay news.
So, I insisted on coming with him tonight. I thought it would be simple enough.
We would show up at her door, make sure she was okay, and then leave.
But I didn’t think we would find her clearly having sex with Jake.
Fuck, Jake, what have you done?
I glance at Sam, who's not looking at me. His expression is incredibly hard to read, but I can't imagine it feels good to find the woman you want screwing your best friend.
"Sam,” I start, though I don't even know what to say. Not to mention that the distracting sounds continue, teasing the edges of my sanity too, with possibilities I don't want to consider right now.
"Sam, listen," I try again, but he doesn’t listen.
Instead, he pushes open the door that she left unlocked and stares at them.
Fuck, I stare at them too, at the clear passion in their movements, the hunger they have for each other.
God, she’s so hot and needy. She’s rearing up against him, grabbing his hair, scoring his back. My skin stings watching it because I want that to be me. And I see how much he enjoys it too, throwing his head back, his face alive with stark heat.
That’s when I realize. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like that before.
I’ve seen him have sex dozens of times, but this is the first time I’m envisioning that look on his face. Usually, he’s smiling clearly, having fun despite the flush of desire. He’s teasing, gentle, soft. With her, he’s not.
He’s tenser than a motherfucker, and he looks like he wants to eat her up, but he’s also on the verge of blowing his load, and he's trying so hard to control it.
His eyes shut again, and I see the valiant effort it takes for him to even attempt to pull back.
But then she grabs his ass and bites his nipple through his shirt, and he makes a sound like a dying man.
Sam makes a noise too, in his throat.
She sees us then.
I glance over and find Sam has an intense focus and a wild look in his eyes.
But he doesn't seem mad. No. His eyes are greedy, and he’s as hard as rock. He’s turned on beyond belief. Heck, so am I.
We should leave. We’re intruding on a private moment, and we should not be here.
But then Jake snarls, "One of you get over here before I lose it."
He knows we're here. He's giving us permission. But we need her permission too.
I think I find it when her eyes meet mine.
When she reaches out to me, with a desperate cry, her body undulating under him.
Sam doesn't hesitate. He walks to her first and drops to his knees, fusing their lips together.
She grabs his hair and deepens the kiss, their tongues tangling as she releases her hold on Jake.
He pushes himself off her, breathing hard and staring at the ceiling.
I don’t know if he hates Sam in that moment, or if he’s relieved that she can turn her attentions elsewhere to give him space to breathe and maybe control himself.
He grabs his cock, gripping tight, a harsh sound tearing out of his lips as he tries to prevent himself from coming in his pants.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen. I’m sure he hasn’t found himself struggling with something like that since high school, and the fact that he’s about to do that now must be mortifying.
I would enjoy it more were I not at risk of the same thing.
I’m so fucking turned on watching Sam devour her lips, his hand snaking between them to touch and play with her pussy. Her mouth widens, her eyes flaring as a shocked desire flashes in them.
“Oh God, Sam.” Her cry echoes around the whole room, and her nails dig into his shoulders hard enough to leave bruises.
Oh God, yes. I go closer to see exactly what he’s doing to her.
But once I'm within grabbing distance, she reaches out and holds my belt with a strength that belies her gentle eyes and soft build.
She meets my gaze with that lust-shocked look, and it slams into me like an avalanche.
She licks her lips before her hand grazes my zipper.
“Please.” She pleads, tugging down the zipper urgently, as Sam does something that makes her jerk. “I want it so bad.”
Fuck.
She wants it. The need in her eyes is unmistakable.
I shouldn’t. Common sense beats at the back of my brain, telling me that I shouldn’t be partaking in this, but it’s drowned out by the sheer lust that has me unbuckling my belt and jerking down my zipper for her.
My heart is pounding so fast it feels like it's going to pound out of my chest even before she does anything. My cock rises, kissing my belly button. When she wraps her hands around it, my head snaps back, and I swear to the sky. “Shit.”
She doesn't stop there. She twists away from Sam a little, still moaning as she licks the underside of my dick, then slurps around the rim of my mushroom tip, sucking it into her mouth and raking her teeth over it with just enough bite to have me jerking.
“Fuck, you're so good at that.” Her touch is teasing and demanding all at once.
My hand flies to her hair, but I make sure not to pull or push. I just hold on as she drives me out of my mind, her sweet mouth sucking my sanity through my dick.
When Sam does something to her that makes her gasp and moan, the vibrations nearly set me off.
I lean forward then brace myself against the wall, because I’m not sure my knees can hold me up.
I breathe harshly through my nose so I don't pass out from the blood rushing out of my head.
I choke on my own saliva when she starts sucking in earnest, swallowing me at points.
“Oh yeah, baby, right there. Just like that.” She starts sucking in earnest, and I hold on for as long as I can, until I feel the warning tingle in my spine.
Then, when she releases me to scream out her orgasm, I fall back, feeling like my entire world has been rocked.
I need her. Fucking need her.
I grab her away from Sam and have her on me in the blink of an eye.
I need to feel that clenching, burning heat around my cock, or I just might die from wanting it.
She’s so sticky and wet on her thighs, I want to taste it. I do that first, moving her up to sit on my face so I can just drown in her ambrosia. She screams again, my tongue triggering another wave of release, as she clutches my hair, riding my face with abandon.
Yes, I croon mentally. Take what you need, princess.
It doesn’t shock me that I've already assigned her a pet name in my head. I don't have the capacity to think about what that means right now. My body is going haywire with lust, my mind boiling with it, and I desperately want her to come again.
I slice my tongue across her clit, sliding down to her hole, parting her lips so I can devour every part of her.
Then, I flip us over and bend her legs around her ears so I can lick the sensitive skin between her pussy and her ass, and let my tongue slide down that crevice too. She grabs my hair, jerking against my face, a confused choke escaping her.
I don’t know what I’m doing at this point. A madness has taken over my body, driving me to the edge, to the point where I’m willing to do anything to satisfy the need within her, within us both.
“Adam,” she gasps, and then, without warning, she’s falling off the cliff once more.
Only then do I turn her over and sit her on my cock. My hand trembles as I slam my cock into her, freezing when I realize belatedly that I'm not wearing a condom. I'm clean. I get tested regularly, and I've never had sex without a condom before.
But I don't know if I can stand to lose this feeling of her wetness against my bare cock.
“Condom..." I bite out.
She looks me in the eyes and impales herself on me so hard that I shout.
That’s it.
I’m done. She’s finished me.
I give in to the madness completely as she rides me, defying my attempts to slow things down and control the flow. I notice at some point that she’s also sucking Sam into her mouth at the same time, and he’s thrusting against her face, his moves jagged, eyes wild.
Be careful. I want to tell him not to bruise her throat, but I can’t seem to even find the words to say, and everything that comes out of me sounds like garbled nonsense.
My release rises so quickly, I don't have time to stop it or edge it out. All I can do is make sure she gets there, too.
A hand snakes between us, brushing rapidly on her clit. Jake is back in action, his mouth drifting up to her nipples, playing with them, sucking them in a way that causes her to clench around my cock.
Then, finally, she screams her release; she drags us all down with her, and something within me breaks.
A strange emotion clutches my chest as I watch her, and I know then and there that I was fighting a losing battle.