The Men With the Golden Cuffs(76)

She gripped his cock and squeezed a little, the firmer pressure giving him exactly what he needed. Her hand pumped as she tilted her head up, and he leaned down to kiss her. He let his tongue tangle with hers, inhaling her. He loved how soft she was. He loved her small hand working his cock, getting him ready to fuck her.

It had been awhile since he’d had sex and much longer since he’d made love with someone he cared about. Serena was everything he could want in a partner for him and Jake. She was smart and creative and needed both his care and Jake’s dominance. And she needed their protection.

He pulled back. If he let her go a minute more, he wouldn’t have the ultimate pleasure of sinking inside her.

“Adam?” Serena looked up at him. Her hair was so much longer when it was wet. It curled on her chest, tendrils clinging to her nipples.

He lifted her up and sat her on the shelf. Ostensibly it could be there to hold shampoo and razors, but Adam had had it custom made. It was deep and at the perfect height for shower sex. “Keep your legs spread.”

He grabbed a condom and rolled it on as quickly as he could before he stepped between her legs and lined his cock up. Her pussy was already a juicy, wet, glorious mess. He coated his cock in her arousal and pressed in.

Serena gripped his shoulders and looked down between them, her eyes round. Adam followed the sight and realized Jake had been up to his old tricks. Jake liked to watch his cock sink into a pussy. He’d obviously taught her the beauty of watching. It really was a lovely thing. Her pussy bloomed open, sucking his cock in and making a place for him deep inside her body. He groaned as her legs wrapped around his waist, and her head fell back.

“It feels so good, Adam.” Her voice was a low moan. “So tight. It’s like Jake’s already here with us.”

That’s exactly what he’d wanted her to know, how good and full she could feel. And he loved the righteously tight feel of her pussy. The plug was taking up space, making her cunt into a vise on his dick. He pressed in, gritting his teeth against the pure pleasure of fucking her. He held them together. He was inside. He was finally inside her.

And he understood why Jake had said what he’d said. This was different. This was Serena.

“Mine.”

“Such possessive men,” she said with a breathy little sigh.

She had no idea, but now wasn’t the time to explain that her life had changed. She would learn soon enough that now that she’d taken them in, she wouldn’t be able to get rid of them.

Adam pulled out, the plug in her ass a sweet drag on his dick, making every inch a pure pleasure. He fucked back and then out again. In and out. In and out. The friction made his balls draw up and his spine curl. He didn’t want to ever stop fucking her, but she was too tight, too sweet, too good. It wouldn’t last, and he needed to make her come.

He reached down between them and fingered her clit, pressing firmly as he pushed his dick into the hilt. Serena’s gorgeous eyes went wide, and she cried out as her pussy clenched down on him, her orgasm forcing his own. Wave after wave of scalding pleasure rocketed through him. He dragged air into his lungs as he held her close, coming down from the orgasmic high.

She held him, her legs still wrapped around his waist, her hands in his hair. “I think I have to clean up again.”

Adam laughed, his spirits buoyed by her sweetness. “I think I can handle that, love.”





Chapter Fourteen





Serena came awake, but didn’t open her eyes, preferring to revel in her memories of the night before. Adam had been perfect. After he’d made love to her, he’d been so tender. He’d shampooed her hair and washed off her body. When the water had finally gone cold, he’d towled her off and then used a dryer on her hair. All she’d had to do was sip her wine and let Adam take care of her.

She’d been sleepy and ready for bed, and Adam had carried her to the bedroom after taking the plug out and promising a larger one next time. He wanted to fuck her with Jake. He’d whispered how they would take her over and over again.

Serena shifted in bed, snuggling down into the mattress. This was right where she wanted to be.

Adam had cuddled her all night long.

Where was he now?

She gave up the game. She couldn’t stay in bed all day long waiting for one of them to come and make love to her, though she had to admit it sounded better than getting up and working. Really good sex could play hell on her career of writing really good sex. The problem was the real thing was way better than writing about it.

“Serena?”

She turned and felt a smile curl her lips up. Adam stood there, looking deliciously handsome. He was in his normal day wear. No sweats and T-shirts for her boy. He was in a fine-looking pair of slacks and a perfectly designed shirt. He’d left the tie off, but Serena was beginning to understand that meant they weren’t going anywhere. If they had been, he would have put on a tie. God, she loved him in a tie.