So. Long(54)

His strokes are hard. They’re deep. And they’re long—so long.

My breath catches as his hand glides down my spine to my tailbone. Making tiny circles with his thumb, he gets closer and closer to my asshole. And tingles spread from that place to tighten the coil of hot liquid deep within me.

Fuck yes.

“I want you to come hard, Kelsey. As hard as my dick.” Adam presses that tight little hole until I buck.

He rides me, his cock in my cunt and his thumb orbiting the other place that feels so good when rubbed and filled. He moves one hand to my hip, where he pulls and pushes in time with the thrusts of his hips.

As he rams inside me, over and over, harder each time, I grab the opposite side of my desk. White-knuckling the wood, I lay my face flat on the surface and close my eyes, allowing every sensation to rip through me like a tornado, twisting and churning until it’s just me and him and this incredible friction between us, building into a storm.

“Fuck.” The tempest carries me to a faraway enchanted land as my orgasm crests. “Adam.”

He pounds even harder and faster until I can’t breathe. I can only strain against his erection as it impales me again and again.

My mind frays at the edges—Fuck.

I’m coming apart at the seams.

Adam pulls almost all the way out, and then as he plunges deeper than ever, he cries out. “Shit. Fuck. YES!”

His cock pulses inside me. Cum fills me with even more heat as his hands pull me tighter to his groin.

The muscles in my pussy answer his throbbing erection with my own spasms, milking every drop of cum from him as he stands behind me, his hands flexing at my hips.

Neither of us moves. I relax across my desk while Adam’s erratic breathing calms, until finally, our bodies slide apart. He drops into my chair, pulling me with him to sit on his lap.

Tucking me into his embrace, he cradles me close to him, his heart still thumping against his ribs.”That was—I didn’t think—”

“Think what?” I sit up and pull away.

He glances down at his cock. It’s not as hard as it was a few minutes ago, yet it’s still impressive.

“You didn’t think you’d come again? After last night? I’m fairly certain we’ve fixed your problem.”

He closes his eyes and draws in another deep breath, with an almost imperceptible shake of his head. “Not what I meant.”

I pinch his nipple lightly. “Then what is it, for Pete’s sake?”

He grabs my hand and pulls it to his mouth, laying a kiss on my knuckles. “No condom.”

The warmth of a moment ago fades like an arctic blast has blown into the room.

Fuck.





SIXTEEN





Kelsey’s wide eyes narrow right before she jumps off my lap and runs to the bathroom.

I follow her, but the door locks. The shower comes on.

Damn it to hell.

The very first time, in all these months, that I’ve fucked without a wrapper, and I bust a nut. Murphy must fucking hate me.

Placing my hands on either side of the bathroom door frame, I wait with my head hung low.

I have to say something to her, but what?

Yesterday, as I cut the hair from my jaw and lathered my face with shaving cream, all I could think about was how it was what she’d want. That I needed to not disappoint Kelsey when she realized I was NextDoor. The beard didn’t make me a man any more than an unblemished cock would. What getting rid of the beard would do is show her that she matters to me.

She seemed to like it. She said she liked my face. Said I was dashing—whatever the fuck that means—but it doesn’t really matter. She seemed to think it’s a good thing, so I’ll take it.

And now I’ve fucked it up. I got carried away, thinking only about how good she’d feel sheathing my fucking cock. I should’ve been thinking about protecting her.

Now she’s probably worse than disappointed. She’s probably pissed.

And who could blame her?

When the shower turns off a few minutes later, I straighten up and pull away from the door. I don’t want to scare the shit out of her when she opens it—on top of everything else.

The bathroom door creaks.

My heart hitches as Kelsey comes out wrapped in a fluffy pink robe, her hair twisted up in a towel. I open my mouth, but I still don’t have a clue what to say or how to say it, so I shut it before I make an ass of myself.

She pushes past me. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“Nope.” I sit on the edge of the bed.

“Well, I have things to do, so you should probably go.” Her voice is neutral, but not in a good way.

My gut hollows. “Okay. I’ll go, but—look, I’m sorry. It’s been months and months, and I’ve been with a lot of g—I mean, I’ve tried a lot, and it’s only ever happened that one time, last night. I wasn’t thinking.”