32. Adam
ADAM
Iwatch Chelsea eat, every savored bite bringing me a rush of satisfaction. I love the fact that she loves my cooking.
Cooking didn’t start as something I enjoyed. It was borne out of necessity, because my siblings and I needed to eat, and neither mom nor dad was home often enough to account for more than just a hurried breakfast and a quick dinner. Lunch was usually up to us, which meant it was up to me.
The younger ones might have been happy eating whatever junk was lying around, but I didn’t want them developing diabetes or some other chronic illnesses while they were at it, which would have led to us having to spend even more money that we didn’t have on hospital bills.
So I cracked open a cookbook, watched a few YouTube videos, and put up a menu for the week.
Over time, I learned how to make even the cheapest ingredients taste good, how to account for the pickiest of palates, like what my little brother had.
But eventually, I started to enjoy the routine of it, and also the creativity.
But never have I enjoyed it more than when I watch Chelsea devour my food with absolute bliss.
It gets me hard seeing her close her eyes with every bite, chewing slowly, that tongue swiping over her pink lips to collect any remnants.
My blood pounds loudly in my ears, my own appetite for food dying a tragic death.
Instead, I’m hungry for something else entirely.
She hums a little after the bite, murmuring something I’m assuming is supposed to be a compliment, but doesn't quite make it there. That would require her to stop eating and form sentences, which she doesn’t want to do yet.
It’s good I don’t need a verbal compliment. The best compliment is her letting me watch her enjoying the meal with her whole being, her sitting there eating with abandon.
Fuck. I want to devour her too. It’s been too long. Too long since I’ve tasted her. Too long since I’ve let my tongue dance between her folds, curl around her nipples. My mouth is suddenly parched, the memory of her flavor stoking the wild fire within me.
As she moans again, a low growl accompanies it.
It's not from me. It's from Sam, who’s watching her with that savage hunger. Jake isn’t much better, although his look is softened with a tenderness that I’ve never seen before.
And I don’t know what facial expression I’m making, but when she looks over at all of us, her eyes lower, and a little seductive smile spreads across her lips.
“Is there a problem?” she asks saucily.
“Oh, you know exactly what the problem is, you minx,” Jake responds. “It’s you, sitting there looking so damn sweet and delectable, you’re making my back tooth ache.”
“That’s not the only thing that’s aching,” Sam growls, and she giggles.
“Well, I’m not sure what you guys are thinking of doing, but you’re going to have to let me finish my food first.” Her gaze flickers up to me. “This is really good, Adam.”
I just stare at her, because for the life of me, I cannot get my brain to formulate a response.
The husky playfulness in her tone is scrambling my wires, and all I can do is sit there and watch her take bite after bite, painfully slowly, so slowly that I’m tempted to yank the fork out of her hand and tell her to take a bite out of me instead.
I grip my fork hard enough to bend the metal. A loud clang followed by a low curse lets me know that Jake accidentally dropped his spoon.
She smiles again, absolutely loving the power she has over us. And I love that she loves it.
Finally, she sets her fork down, dabbing the corners of her lips with her napkin. “Well, that was great.”
“How about dessert?” Jake suggests roughly, and both Sam and I send him fierce glares. What the fuck is his problem?
He ignores us. “Do you like ice cream?”
“Typically.” She grins at him. “What did you have in mind?”
He grins wickedly. "I don’t know. I figure you could eat it off of one of us, while the other two ate off of you."
Ah shit. My cock hardens to the point of pain. He's an evil genius.
Especially when she grins, the mischief matched by her gaze.
She wraps her tongue around the spoon seductively, eliciting a harsh groan from all three of us. Finally, she puts it down and says, “Where’s the ice cream?”
Suddenly, after a pregnant pause, we can’t move fast enough.
We go as a unit, Jake to the freezer to grab the ice cream, Sam carrying her off the seat, and me leading the charge and clearing the obstacles in the way.
I position the pillow on the floor for her knees, and Sam gestures for me to sit down.
Usually, I would sacrifice my own needs so the others can be sated first, but not right now.
As badly as I want to taste her, if I don’t get inside her, in some way, shape, or form, I'm going to embarrass myself in about five to ten minutes.
As I drop to the seat, her hands are instinctively on my buckle, the teasing look in her eyes transforming into heat.
From the corner of my eyes, I find Sam positioning himself underneath her, his hand diving under her dress to slide her panties to the side, possibly.
Her eyes slide shut when he touches a spot, and she groans.
“Fuck, she’s already wet." Sam's voice is strained from desire, aching with it.
Jake appears with the ice cream, and he hands it to her. He then slides in beside her and kisses down her neck as she meets my eyes and licks the entire top of the ice cream.
It’s not too frozen, so a fair dollop curls on her tongue. Then she unsheathes me, sliding that very same tongue down my cock.
“Oh, fuck, baby.” My eyes roll back, the combination of her wet tongue, the cool sticky ice cream, and my heated skin nearly has my soul jumping out of my body,
“Feels good, huh?” Jake asks because he's a crazy bastard for even proposing anything like this. How the fuck am I supposed to survive this? Her heated pants further torment me, as she does it again, her icy tongue lighting a fire on my cock.
My hand jerks up, knotting in her hair, but I resist the urge to pull her closer, to encourage her to do more, even though the savage part of me wants to thrust into her mouth like a madman until I come down her throat. I don't want to hurt her.
I never want to hurt her.
The teasing licks continue, and I have to grit my teeth and clench every muscle in my body to keep from just exploding. I'm close to the edge already, the pressure curling at my spine, explosive satisfaction on the horizon.
At some points, she grips my cock in her hand and utters a desperate gasp.
My eyes open half-mast to watch, even if it makes my cock tighten even more.
Jake has managed to take off her shirt, and he's licking ice cream off her nipple. Whatever Sam is doing to her is making her eyes roll back at times, her teeth clenching.
When her lips return to my cock, everything is kicked up a gear. Her embrace gets messier. She sucks and swallows with abandon, slurping my cock like it's her last meal.
I grit my teeth trying to hold back, but it’s impossible. She's too fucking good at that.
She takes me unawares, but I warn her, trying to tug her head off. She refuses, only moving her hand faster until I cry out.
Her sucking motions drag my sanity out through my dick as I shout my release to the skies.
The only consolation is that, a few seconds later, she does the same.
For the next week, we fall into a routine. We don't work as closely together now that the project is breaking ground, but we still spend time together after work, usually at our house.
It becomes easier and easier every day to forget that this is just a trial and not a reality. Especially as her first doctor's visit is coming up, and we have to decide who goes with her.
I would like it to be me, obviously, but I know the guys want it to. All of us going together would be too overwhelming for her, but we decided to deal with it when the time gets closer.
She accompanies me to the site at the beginning of the week, wanting to see the place.
"I've never been on a construction site before, believe it or not," she says when I park the car and open the door for her.
"It can be very messy," I tell her. "And dangerous. So always keep your eyes open."
"And my hard hat on. Right?" She taps the hard hat on her head and looks so adorable, I have to just lean and kiss her there and then.
Then we go in search of Jake, who is measuring the dimensions of the new frame scaffolding.
“Isn’t someone else supposed to be here helping you with this?” I ask.
“Yeah, Sam, but God only knows what he’s up to,” he sighs. “I tried calling him, but he didn’t answer. He’s probably holed up in his basement."
"Of course," I say and shake my head. I then get called away by the contractor to deal with an error in the new shipment of materials, leaving her with Jake.
"I'll call a cab in a few minutes," she says. "So I can get to work before James makes it on."
"Alright," I kiss her on the cheek before I head off.
But I'm dealing with that for a few minutes when I hear a loud crash.
Quickly followed by a feminine scream.