Page 34 of Never Till Now

“I’m sorry, a custom dragon dick? How does anyone know…” Adam takes a seat beside me, his brows still drawn in. “No offense, but you chose Rachel as your only friend?”

I giggle and can’t fault his question. I bring my damp hair to the side of my neck and begin the story.

“I had spent my life dedicated to school and nothing else. I was quiet, inexperienced and didn’t quite communicate beyond sarcastic remarks.” He smirks. “Rachel opened up my closed-off world and enlightened me.” I clear my throat, careful of my words. “She showed me how to enjoy sex with a guy while protecting my heart.”

“Showed you?” Amused brown eyes light up with curiosity.

“If you don’t talk to me again after everything I’m about to unload, it was nice knowing you.” I force a laugh. “I was pretty lost at twenty-two. She and a guy gave me a hands-on experience about how to be confident with what I need in bed.”

“Watching her break through her past was quite gratifying.” Rachel’s eyes glass over as they lock with mine. “I am so damn proud of you for taking back your power, Ren. You can control sex and pleasure as often or as little as you want.”

Rachel had gotten me drunk for the first time that night when I broke down about the weight of my past. If anything, Rachel should be the name I call out when anyone gives me an orgasm. Sex probably would have never been something I would have pursued, if not for her. We share a look of secret understanding before I clear my throat and stare down at my clothes.

“Well, I’m glad you led her to me, Rachel.” Adam smiles and gives my bare thigh a squeeze. “Whatever happened in the past made her one of the strongest kick-ass women I know.”

“Enough with the heaviness.” I walk into the bathroom with my clothing. “Let’s go have some fun.”

The hip downtown nightlife doesn’t grasp my attention the way it used to. As much as I have missed Rachel, all I can focus on is finishing out the feeling that sparked through me when Adam placed his hand on my bare thigh earlier. The fact that I am wanting to give up things in exchange for his touch should be a red flag. I remind myself how I still don’t want him entirely. I want what he does to my body, and that is perfectly justifiable. Rachel grabs my hand, pulling me to the dance floor for a few songs until her group appears and steals her away.

Adam comes up behind me, pressing himself against my back. I feel the hard length of him as my arm snakes up around his neck. His mouth presses a kiss to the curve of my neck as my breath hitches. I grind my ass against him on the crowded floor shamelessly. His hands grip my hips, holding me tight against him. My core aches with the need for him to reach in front and touch me. My chest heaves with insatiable need. I spin around and he pulls one of my legs up over his hip, giving me the friction I desperately need against him. My nails dig into his shoulders, feeling the tension between my legs build. His possessive eyes are filled with desire as he brings his lips to my ear.

“Let go, Blondie. Soak those panties for me.” His teeth nip the shell of my ear in hunger and I feel myself let go.

His hand grips the back of my hair as his mouth crashes to mine, swallowing my cry of ecstasy. My body is on fire. I’m in too much of a haze to care about what I just did in a crowd of people. The bass music pulses through me, extending my orgasm. I still need more. I’ve become insatiable to this man. I grab his hand as his possessive gaze burns with need. We need to get out of here. Pronto.

The short drive to Adam’s penthouse is tantalizing in the back of the cab. Each second the driver casually taps his fingers against the wheel, I feel our bodies hum with pulsing need. A brief thought of living out my Chuck and Blair fantasy in the back seat passes through my mind. But getting kicked out of the cab and walking home would only prevent our activity longer. I squeeze his hand trying to ignore my need, but it’s no use.

Adam pulls me through the lobby and I stumble on my feet to keep up. His elevator opens and my back meets the wall before the doors shut. His hand reaches to the side to type in a code, and we ascend- in more ways than one. My heart beats into my throat as I gasp for air, desperate for him to consume my entire being. I’m about one brush against my clit or a thrust away from calling out his name. It’s pathetic how entrenched he’s made me. My hand clasps around his wrist guiding his fingers down my shorts. His finger lightly strokes up my slit and I arch into him, desperate for more pressure. I’m giving Niagara Falls a run for their money. I’ve never been this flooded with need.

The doors open and Adam withdraws his hand. I whimper like a pathetic puppy and wonder if my eyes are as dilated as his.

“Holy fuck, Blondie.” He bends to grab my waist, throwing me over his shoulder and carries me through the door to his bedroom.

As my back hits the bed, Adam is removing my shorts. My soaked panties should cause a blush on my face, yet I’m far from feeling bashful.

“I love how desperate your pussy is for me.” Adam admires my panties with a heart-stopping grin and drops them to the floor.

His pants hit the ground and his glorious Viking cock springs free. I shamelessly spread my legs to expose my desperate, swollen core for him to fill. His eyes track my every move before he raises my thighs over his shoulders. The heat of his heavy breath nearly sends me over the edge before his mouth wraps around my clit, sucking me with need. A few flicks of his tongue and I’m gripping his hair screaming out his name.

As soon as I reach my release, he wastes no time and enters me. Punishing strokes pound through me as his hand reaches down to grip my throat. My nails rake at his chest, branding him with my desire before I gently rub my thumbs along the V of his lower abs. His abs flex with each thrust and define that sexy V I love to run my tongue over. I feel my next orgasm build as he grinds upward hitting my clit with his pelvis. His jaw clenches and his forearms rest on each side of my head.

“Lauren.” The strain in his voice tells me he’s barely hanging on. “Be a good girl and come on my dick with your tight pussy.”

His way with words command my body to obey. My heels dig into his ass, pushing him into me deeper as I shake. His forehead drops to mine as our staggered breathing subsides. Slowly, he pulls out and I realize then why it felt different. His bare dick glistens with our release and my eyes go wide. I can’t blame him more than I can blame myself. We were both too caught up in hormones to think. Am I worried about pregnancy? Not as much as the emotional connection I know bareback sex can create.

“Lauren, I’m sorry I…”

“I believed you when you said you had a vasectomy.” I roll off the bed, needing the bathroom. “I’ve just never been one to go without.”

“Neither have I. I should have realized that’s why I couldn’t hold off my orgasm as long.”

“Ha! Your performance is a far cry from concernworthy. Trust me with that one.” I clear my throat. “Let’s make sure we wrap you up next time.”

I walk out of the bathroom and Adam is casually sprawled out on the bed in a pair of gray boxers. One arm is behind his head, and the other is beckoning me to him. I pause for a moment taking him in. It’s as if I’m transported into an underwear model photo. Only this is real life. I oblige and lay my head on his chest. His heart is still thumping relatively faster than normal. His hand ghosts up and down my lower back. I’m so spent that my legs barely walk me back to the bed. My body’s bones couldn’t hold me up. Even though he’s a good 200-plus pounds of muscle, I feel like my deadweight could crush him. I take a deep breath and prepare to get up and head home, but my body decides to sink deeper into him on my exhale.

“Stay,” he murmurs into my hair before placing a kiss on my forehead. “I promise I won’t wake you up with a proposal.”

“The answer will always remain no unless it’s a three-carat oval cut with a rose gold band,” I joke. “Engraved, of course.” I feel him tense beneath me. “Relax. I’m joking, Adam.”