Page 24 of What You Own
I squeezed his balls, felt the coarse hair on them, imagined sucking on those. Imagined exploring farther down, and fuck, I wanted to know what every part of him tasted like. I worked him with my tongue and lips, until Adam shouted and came in my mouth. I swallowed everything he gave me, savoring the salty, bitter taste.
He tugged at my hair. Pulled me up. Kissed me again. I collapsed on top of him. Wrapped my arms around him as best I could. We held each other, both of us breathing hard, sweaty and spent.
Another perfect moment.
Perfection slowly dissolved by the chilly air conditioning and the sticky mess I’d left on Adam’s arm and stomach. “You wanna take a shower?” I asked. Not the prettiest pillow talk after something so intense.
Adam blinked at me like I’d asked that in Japanese, then smiled. “You’ll shower with me?”
“It’ll be cramped. Bathroom’s small.”
“I don’t care.”
We helped each other up. I wasn’t too proud to admit my legs were a little wobbly, like a newborn colt taking its first steps, and it was awesome. We shed our jeans and shorts outside the bathroom door, and I couldn’t stop touching him once we were closed up inside. Not sexual touches, exactly, just an intense need for contact. Shoulder, elbow, hip, anywhere I saw bare skin. Adam didn’t seem to mind. He stayed close while I got towels and turned on the hot water.
I’d never showered with a guy before, and the tub wasn’t very big, so we ended up laughing and bumping into each other a lot. That led to more on-purpose touching, until we were both getting stiff again, and God bless a twenty-year-old’s recovery time. We rinsed, turned off the water, and grabbed towels. I figured on moving round two into my bedroom, because now that I’d had a taste of him, I wanted as much as he’d give me.
Adam hit me with a kiss that shoved me back-first against the bathroom door. I’d never get tired of kissing him. He was exactly right, a perfect match, like sweet tea on a hot summer day. And even though I was taller and broader, he had me beat with sheer tenacity.
He went to his knees in front of me, and I held my breath. He wrapped his fingers around the base of my cock, then licked the crown. I exhaled hard, harsh. Sensation and emotion exploded inside me, and I could have probably come just from the sight of Adam on his knees, sucking my cock. I thunked my head against the door and didn’t bother censoring the noises I made, because it—hot, wet, tight, yes!—felt too damned good. What he lacked in technique he more than made up for with enthusiasm.
I wanted to last longer, but he was too fucking sexy, and his mouth felt too damned good. “Gonna come,” I said.
He jerked me with his hand, but didn’t move out of the line of fire. I couldn’t keep my eyes open when I came, the force of it tearing up my spine, prickling my scalp. Fingers were replaced by a tongue, and my eyelids snapped open. Adam licked me clean while a streak of spunk clung to his cheek.
Hottest. Thing. Ever.
“Holy damn,” I said.
Someone banged on the other side of the door, and I yelped. I nearly fell over Adam jumping away from the sound.
“Ryan!” Ellie yelled. “If you and your trick are done, I need to pee, like, now.”
Adam jerked to his feet, cheeks staining red, adorably flustered. He flailed around, looking for what I realized were all outside in the living room—our clothes.
“Put a towel on and get out, I’m serious!” she said. “I’m counting to five, and then I don’t care if I see your dicks.”
We wrapped towels around our waists, and Adam scrubbed his cheek with a wad of toilet paper. He’d lost his hard-on to the shock of Ellie’s return, and I was a little sad about that. I opened the door to a slightly disheveled Ellie, whose irritation shifted into surprise when she spotted my “trick.” She looked back and forth between us, then shook her head and shoved her way into the bathroom.
The door slam rattled the pictures on the far wall.
Adam slipped his boxers on and dropped the towel. I did the same, but didn’t bother with the rest of my clothes since I was going to face-plant in bed very soon. He finished dressing in semiawkward silence.
“I guess Ellie’s used to finding you here with guys,” he said. He didn’t sound angry, only a little sad.
I didn’t want him sad, not about anything. “I never bring anybody back here. It’s not, like, a roommate rule or nothin’. I don’t want strangers in my personal space, y’know?”
Warmth flared in his eyes. “So this was special, then?”
I closed the space between us and wrapped my arms around his waist, pleased at how perfectly he fit there. “Everything between us is, was, and always will be special, hoss.”
“Good.” He kissed me. Gentle. Happy. “I better go.”
He belonged here, with me, but it was too soon to keep him. He had to want to stay on his own terms if this was gonna work. “Drive safe.”
From the window, I watched him get into his car and drive away. I was scrubbing a bit of smeared come off the couch when Ellie finally came out of the bathroom. She flopped down in the ugly plaid chair she’d rescued from a dumpster last year and Febrezed to death before I allowed it into our apartment.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” she asked.
