He pulls me up to lie beside him. “I’d wear you out, and then you won’t be able to write tomorrow. All I want is for you to let me hold you while you sleep, Beautiful Girl.”
* * *
My head hits the mattress, and my eyes fly open.
Where am I?
Something—no, someone—thrashes at my side.
Adam.
I swipe my hand over my face, letting my eyes adjust to the minimal light.
He tosses from one side to the other, mumbling so low I can’t understand the words—if they’re words at all.
Do I wake him?
Should I sneak home? Yeah, I probably should.
I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed, the only piece of furniture in his room. His bedroom is as bare as the rest of the house.
Now, where did my top end up? And my skirt?
I stand.
A hand lands on my lower back.
“Everything okay?” His sleep roughened voice is loud in the quiet of the night.
So much for sneaking out. “Yeah, I figured I should head next door.”
His arm snakes around my waist as he pulls me into the bed and against his chest. “Stay. Please.”
He throws his leg over mine and engulfs me in his embrace. “This feels good.”
His hard cock nudges my ass cheek.
I giggle. “Uh oh. We woke the beast.”
“You mean the beast woke me. I was dreaming of you.”
“Were not.” I elbow him lightly. “You were having a nightmare. That’s what woke me up.”
“Nightmare? No. I was dreaming about tasting that sweet spot again.”
In a flat second, he’s moved from behind me to between my legs, pushing my thighs apart. His breath washes over my pussy. His tongue takes a slow lick, from the bottom of my entrance to my clit, sending a shiver through me.
I moan when he circles my bud and latches on to suckle it. Cream rushes to meet him and pressure builds in my lower belly. He slips two fingers inside and rubs that place that drives me mad. My hips buck as he sucks harder.
He lavishes attention on my nub and rams his fingers deep inside, hitting all the right places with a sweet rhythm. My back arches.
I run my fingers through his hair. “I want to taste you too.”
He grunts and gives my pussy another lick before pulling away. “I’ll lie down, and you get on top.”
I move and he drops to the bed. I climb over him, straddling his head and laying my torso over his. I grab his cock and slip my mouth down onto it, holding its base with one hand, his balls in the other.
Something about the way he moves and groans when I touch him empowers me. It’s like I can control this part of him.
I’ll make him come. He has too. He’s so hard, it must hurt.
Adam grabs my hips and pulls me down onto his face, his mouth finding my cunt, slathering it with his tongue while he tickles my asshole with the tips of his fingers. My body relaxes over him as he sinks his thumb into my entrance. This time, he touches places he couldn’t reach before.
In only minutes, little tingles spin through me, coiling the spring tighter and tighter until my hips jerk and I’m humping his face, my movements no longer in my control. He pumps his thumb in and out of my slit, his tongue batting my clit until I don’t know which way is up and which way is south.
The ridges of his cock are more pronounced where he was injured, but that hasn’t impaired how hard he is.
I try to focus on sucking his dick, on pleasuring him as much as he’s doing for me. But I can’t breathe. I can’t think.
I’m a mass of raw sexual nerves, each a string on the instrument that is my body. And he’s playing a symphony.
He pulls away and blows across my swollen and throbbing pussy. “Let go, babe. Let it happen.”
His hard-on still in my mouth, I nod.
He smoothes his hand up my spine. “Stop worrying about me. I want you to cream all over my tongue.”
I lick the side of his erection one last time and lay my head over the jagged scar that runs across his groin, closing my eyes, thinking only of Adam and what he’s doing to me.
He goes back to driving me wild with that magical tongue. Lick. Suck. Thrust. Pull. Nip. Suck. Tug. Thrust. Nip. Tickle. Over and over.
Again and Again.
I allow the ripples of sensation to flow through me. They invade my every muscle, my every bone, my every cell.
Then, like a tsunami, it hits. It gently pulls everything away from the shore before slamming me with everything at once. My muscles clench tight around his thumb and my clit throbs as he sucks it hard, then lets off just enough to allow me to ride out the tide until the pulsing in my pussy subsides and my muscles let loose of him.
He kisses my clit with a small suck and a peck before he lets go. “Anytime you want someone to lick your pussy, call me. I’m your—what did your friend say—your get-laid guy.”