His face close to mine, his blue eyes pale and silver in the dim light, he growled, “You think I didn’t want you?”
“Oh my lord, is that…”
He ground his hips forward, mashing his rod against my engorged pussy. Sparks shot through my body. Contrary to what I’d joked about to Golden a few weeks ago, there was absolutely nothing wrong with his equipment. Except, maybe, that his equipment required a minimum of two people to operate, once engaged.
“Peaches, I do want you. More than you know.”
I sighed and arched my back so I could get better contact where I wanted it. Why did we have so many clothes on?
“Mercy!” I bit him on the neck, where it met his shoulder, and wrapped my legs tightly around him.
He slapped his hands down on the step just behind me and leaned forward, rubbing rhythmically back and forth.
The clothes were still between us, but that didn’t even matter. I just wanted him… to keep…
He rocked his hips against mine and groaned. “I want you.”
“Oh fuck,” I said. My neck and ears burned, my heart racing. I groaned, and my voice caught in my throat. I was coming, or I would be, if…
I grabbed his ass and forced him against me, harder.
“Peaches,” he murmured. “I want you.”
My whole body shook as the long-delayed orgasm rolled through me. My hands didn’t know where to go, moving up Adrian’s muscular back to his shoulders, then back to his ass.
I let out a long sigh when it tapered off, then said, “Oh, fuck.”
I leaned back to catch my breath.
Adrian winced and pulled back. “Did you just come?”
I pushed my butt back on the step, bringing my legs together. “Maybe.”
He started to laugh, then tipped his head to the side. “I guess we really are living out our missed high school opportunities. Dry humping and all.”
“Let’s not tell Golden about that. Or anyone.”
He untucked his dress shirt and let it loosely fall over his crotch, hiding his still-impressive tower of man-meat. I may have peaked, but he hadn’t.
“Buzz kill,” he said. “I’ll call her. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything.”
“You could just date us both at the same time.”
Why did I say that? The orgasm must have loosened me up to a very strange place.
He frowned. “Should I date other people because you’re still seeing that actor?”
My eyes widened in horror. “It was just a joke,” I said. Damn it, I always got so weird after a sexual encounter. If I wasn’t grabbing my clothes and fleeing the scene, I was saying something stupid, or impersonating a cleaning lady.
“I guess we are adults,” he said. “We just need to have some rules.”
Oh, shit. Was he serious?
He scrunched his face and adjusted the front of his pants again. “I’m not thinking clearly, am I?”
“Want me to chop that tree down for you?” I flashed my eyes at his crotch.
He cleared his throat and got to his feet, then sat next to me. “Chop down my tree?” He sounded alarmed.
“Bad metaphor. It’s just that you have a lot of wood in there.” I held up my hands next to my mouth and stuck out my front teeth like a beaver.
He chuckled. “Is that… your beaver face?”
I felt my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Jokes are supposed to diffuse tension, not make it worse!
He leaned over and nibbled my neck. “I am looking forward to seeing your lips around my cock.”
MEOW! BA-WANG!
The lights flicked on, bringing our stark surroundings into reality.
Nodding, he said, “But our time’s up.”
I blinked up at the fluorescent lights, high overhead, as they buzzed and flickered to life.
Adrian unlaced and slipped off his roller skates. He flexed his socked feet, which were quite large—not that I should have been surprised.
I scooped up my roller skates and knee pads, and pointed with my chin to our shoes, several steps down the bleachers. “Are you able to walk straight with that bouncy castle in your boxers, or do you want a piggyback ride?”
He squeezed my hand and started stepping down, his untucked shirt covering his stiffness. “I have a bouncy castle in my shorts? Please. You’re the bouncy castle,” he said slyly.
“I’m more like a water park.”
“If you’re the water park, what does that make me? The family of four with a coupon for all-day fun?”
“That depends on how much you like water slides.”
We stopped to pick up our shoes, then made our way out to the rental desk, joking the whole way about height restrictions on rides and other innuendo-laden metaphors.