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“Hairy?”
“Ha!” Adam grabbed me in a hug, rocking me in his arms.
I clung to him, as we stood there in the driveway for a long time. He smelled of a different cologne than he used to wear. I wasn’t sure if I liked it. It was cloying. Daniel’s scent—like a sweet, buttery roll mixed with fresh green clover—came to mind. I clung to Adam even harder, deciding I’d learn to like his new cologne.
“Missed you,” Adam whispered.
I squeezed him tighter. “Let’s go inside.”
Adam didn’t let go of me, keeping his arm slung across my shoulders. It was hard to breathe under the weight of it, and I tried to force away my panic. Hadn’t I missed this kind of closeness over the summer? Why did I feel smothered?
As soon as we got to the front door, Adam shoved me inside and kissed me. His tongue touched my lips, and I let him in, tangling my hands in his thick, coarse hair. No, apparentlythiswas what I’d most missed and craved, because my body reacted with an urgency I should have expected. I’d actually forgotten about the lust that took over at his touch. His mouth was warm and insistent, and I surged against him, meeting his lips in a frenzy.
Adam broke away as we moved toward the stairs, but he managed to ask between my hungry kisses, “Your mom and dad?”
“Out of town,” I panted, hands scrabbling at his shirt, trying to get underneath to his skin. I didn’t want to talk or think. Touching him blotted out my trepidations.
“How long?”
“Until Saturday night.”
Adam pulled my T-shirt over my head and threw it on the floor. “How’d we get so lucky?”
“Someone died. My dad’s cousin. Funeral,” I said, sucking kisses into his neck, licking his earlobe, and struggling to get his pants undone. With my mouth on Adam and my hands on his skin, thoughts of Daniel and my feelings for him didn’t protest so loudly. It was easy to block them out with kissing, touching, and the promise of orgasms.
“That sucks,” he said.
“Yeah.”
But neither of us seemed to really mind, not when it meant Adam could shove my jeans down while we were still on the stairs up to my room, spin me around, and push me to all fours on the risers. His mouth moved wetly over my back, and I tried to flip over again to get back to kissing him, but he held my head down against the stairs until I stopped.
“Stay there,” he commanded.
I went still as he spread my ass cheeks wide, dove in, and licked and kissed my hole desperately.
I shook and shuddered, my legs trapped together by my jeans. I grabbed my dick and moved my hips back and forth, trying to get more of his tongue and teeth, trying to get less. I desperately needed Adam’s cock in me before doubts could reemerge.
Adam pulled back, and when I looked over my shoulder, he had his wallet out for a pre-lubed condom. I briefly considered insisting on going up to my bed to make it more intimate—as intimate as the night under the sheets in the motel with Daniel—but before I could, he shoved in, and all I could think was that his cock must have grown over the summer because it felthugepushing inside me.
“Fuck, yes,” Adam breathed in my ear, hunched over my back as he worked his long dick into me. He made a sweet, almost-hurt sound and rested his forehead on my shoulder, his breath coming in hitches as he thrust in shallow two-inch movements that burned up my spine and left me covered in chills and moaning mindlessly.
“Love it,” Adam said. “Love fucking you.”
My cock pulsed pre-cum, my balls drawing up tight, ready to shoot already. I loved it too, my body responding like we’d never been apart.
“Not gonna last,” Adam muttered, wrapping his arms around my chest. He rutted into me harder, and his cock jammed past my prostate. I wailed in surprise, having forgotten the intense joltthatsent through my body. My own fingers never quite managed to rub it the same way.
“Come on, jizz for me.” Adam kissed the sweet spot on my neck.
I writhed and rode his thrusts, aching all over, consumed by how good it felt to get fucked again. I’d missed it so much. My cheek rubbed against the carpet on the stairs as I jerked my own dick rapidly, feeling his hips stutter.
“Fuck!” I closed my eyes and sought release, moving my right hand faster and reaching back to grab Adam’s hair with my left.
My body tensed. I felt his cock pushing against my tight anus as he shoved in again. I came, exploding all over my hand and on the stairs. Adam roared behind me, thrusting hard. He bit down on the juncture of my neck and shoulder, grunting and squeezing me so tightly I almost couldn’t breathe as we came andcame.
Falling slowly from my jerking, delicious high, I stroked a hand down Adam’s thigh. He still shook against me, and his cock twitched inside. I waited for post-orgasmic bliss to settle over me. Instead, a weird blanket of itchy confusion fell instead. Adam was too heavy, his breath against my neck too much, and I wanted him off and out.
Panic jolted again, ripping away the sweetness left behind by orgasm. I lowered my head to the stair and tried to breathe through the disgust left in its wake.
