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So maybe I’m not the best influence.
Adam’s mouth on my neck brought me out of my thoughts. His lips expertly moved over my skin, and his tongue traced shapes as his hot breath warmed me past comfort. His hand roamed my lower back and another pushed my hair out of my face.
“I want…out of…this damn thing,” I panted as I tugged on the edge of my dress. It was clingy in all the right places.Great for sex appeal, bad for comfort when trying to get dick.
Adam broke the kiss and pulled my dress over my head roughly, and it made me only want to fuck him more. I didn’tdoquiet, soft passion. That was saved for love, which was something I wasn’t capable of, not any more. I needed it rough, a reminder of how fucked in the head I was.
I slid my hand down the front of his dress pants and finally learned iflittle Adamwas also large, and the answer was a resoundingyes.
He moaned and grabbed my jaw; the tips of his fingers were strong and bruising. He brought my mouth back to his and bit my lip, hard. Not hard enough to draw blood, but close enough. If this was an indication of what was to come, I was going to be fucked into oblivion. My core clenched with need, and I bit back a smile against his lips.
I tightened my grip aroundlittle Adam,and I pumped my hand up and down his girthy length. He groaned and slid his other hand higher up my back. My strapless bra fell to the ground. His hands found my breasts, and I moaned—his fingers pinched and pulled my nipples. My thighs clenched in anticipation. I was wired so tight, I was in danger of shattering from just that touch.
When his left hand left my breast and traveled south, I sucked in a breath as it slid into my small lace thong.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Adam spoke onto my lips. I felt his lip tug up into a satisfied smirk.
“You seem to make me that way,” I whispered back with a nibble on his lip.
It was silent for a beat, except for the sound of our heavy panting.
“Oh yeah, this is all me?” His voice sounded husky; I wanted to take it away completely. I wanted nothing but grunts and growls and moans.
“All fucking you. Now shut up and show me how much you want me,” I demanded.
“Fuck, talk dirty to me.” His voice dropped into a commanding growl. My core tightened again in response.Fuck.
“Why? Does my body not do it for you?” I challenged as I sped up my hand, which was still stroking his cock. I wanted to drive him as crazy as he was me. I wanted to wind him so tight that I’d enjoy the glow of his explosion as he reached his boiling point.
“Way more than you know. I wanted you under me the moment I bumped into you in the airport.” His expression was deadly serious, and I had no choice but to believe him. If I was being honest, I wanted him then too.
“Show me,” I demanded.
He pulled his face away from mine, and I felt the absence of his body heat. His body slid down mine, and his lips kissed their way south, over my breasts, my belly, and then the outside of the thong. His teeth latched onto the edge of them, and he yanked them down. His teeth let go of the fabric, which fell to the floor in a wet heap. I watched as he pocketed them. He knew I saw him take them, and he didn’t care.
“A little souvenir,” he said with a wink.
He could take anything from me he wanted, except for my heart. That was something I could never give.
His lips touched my clit, and my body rocked. His large hands wrapped around my thighs to keep me in place. My heels gave me a little bit of height but also made me less steady on my feet. The placement of his hands fixed that. His tongue traveled from front to back, and it made me want to squeeze my legs together in pleasure. He continued to lick me, and my legs started to quiver. He removed a hand from my thigh and inserted a finger into me. I moaned too loud and had to slap a hand over my mouth to muffle my sounds. Adam’s finger and lips brought me to an orgasm that had my toes curling in my heels. My ankles wobbled, struggling to keep me upright. I brought my hands down to his shoulders to catch myself. His face turned up, and he smiled at me. I wanted to lean down and kiss him; something about the pleased look on his face disarmed me some. He was a giver, not a taker—something I could appreciate in a man.
My phone vibrated on the end table, and I sighed in annoyance.
“Do you need to get that?” Adam asked.
Normally I’d say no, but I knew that vibration sequence, one assigned specifically to Bob.
I nodded. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” he said as he brought himself up to his feet.
I walked fully nude, aside from my heels, over to the nightstand.
“Hello?” I answered.
“I’m checking in. How is everything going?” he asked.
“Uh, good, but I can’t really talk right now,” I said, trying to make myself sound normal and not breathless and horny.
