Page 57 of What You Own
I stopped analyzing my feelings the instant a slick finger pressed inside me, because clear thought fled my brain. All I could do was feel. Feel that finger sliding in and out, side to side, working me. Feel the stretch, then the burn when he used two. My hips jerked when he scissored them, and I might have even yelped.
Adam bent his neck and sucked the head of my dick, and that time I did yell out. Pleasure exploded all over, a twister of it that engulfed me and carried me off. I had fingers in my ass, a mouth on my cock, and a hand on my balls, and goddamn. I whined when he stopped sucking me, only to figure out he’d worked in three fingers when I wasn’t paying attention, and I almost came from the look in his eyes.
Possession. Love. Pure want.
Lord.
He pulled his fingers out, and my belly clenched up, knowing what was next. He hitched my legs over his shoulders, scooted closer, and pressed. Blunt pressure and heat. I took him in, a slow, aching glide, until Adam was balls-deep inside me.
“Oh fuck,” he said on a gust of air. His face was flushed, his eyes shining, and he’d never been more beautiful. “Not going to last long, babe.”
“Me either.”
His first withdrawal stung a little, the second less, and then it didn’t hurt anymore. He must have seen the change in my face, because he sped up his thrusts. Harder, shallower. I dropped my legs to cinch at the ankle around his waist, and he leaned down to kiss me. Chest to chest, my cock riding our abs. Everything melted into us moving, fucking, making love. Lightning ripped through me when I came, and I shouted into his mouth. Sucked on his tongue while he thrust a few more times, hard, then plunged deep. Screamed.
He went limp on top of me, and I held him tight, arms around his waist. Panting. Aftershocks ran down my limbs, and I think he felt them too. I didn’t wanna move, wanted him to stay inside me, but he was getting soft and the condom was gonna slip. He grabbed hold and eased out. I clenched my stretched hole, suddenly curious what it would be like to feel his come leaking out of me.
The thought of it, going bare with him, buzzed in my balls. Lord, I wanted that.
Adam didn’t get rid of the condom right away. He pressed up close beside me, and I turned so I could yank him into a hug. We didn’t talk. Just laid there awhile, until we made a silently mutual decision that it was time for a shower. We took turns washing each other, worshipping the other’s body, memorizing every inch.
Ellie’s door was open, but she wasn’t in the apartment, so we helped ourselves to the box of pancake mix and cooked breakfast. Adam got silly and made pancake letters in our initials. Mine for him and vice versa.
Watching him lick syrup off his lips did funny things to my insides. He noticed and kept doing it, way more exaggerated. I got my revenge by dragging him back into my room and fucking him senseless.
A while later, Adam’s phone rang. He dove off the bed to find it so fast I got whiplash watching him. He rummaged around on the floor, then answered with a breathless, “Dad?”
The way his face fell made my heart hurt for him.
“Hey, Lucinda… yes, I’m fine. I’m staying with Ryan… no, he hasn’t. I doubt he will…. I promise. Thanks.”
At least his housekeeper cared enough to call him.
Adam picked at some lint on the carpet, silent awhile with his thoughts. I watched him, giving him time. He finally put the phone down and came back to bed. He plastered himself all over me, and I held him. We dozed and chatted about nonsense, and we spent the day in bed together until it was absolutely time to get ready for tonight’s event.
After the fundraiser, Adam and I would have no secrets left between us.
Adam
RYANCLEANEDup well, and he wore a suit like a runway model. Maybe my opinion was slightly skewed, but he was tall and sculpted and handsome, and he turned a few teenage girls’ heads when we walked into the center. Invitations to the fundraiser said six o’clock, with the show beginning at seven, so the performers and volunteers had an hour to settle in.
I checked with the caterer right away. We’d worked out simple, nonmessy finger foods, set up nicely on a table near the classroom hallway. The food would be available all night, light stuff first and moving into heavier food during intermission to help soak up alcohol. The portable bar was next to the food, lightly stocked with basic spirits and bottled beer from a local brewery that was all too happy to donate it. We weren’t charging for drinks. Everyone’s ticket came with three poker chips, which could be traded for drinks. It kept people from getting too hammered or taking advantage of the alcohol.
Soda and bottled water were unlimited.
The silent auction baskets were artfully arranged on tables on the opposite side of the lobby. Two of our nonsinging teenager volunteers would be monitoring the table, helping people with the bidding process, and they were good to go with their instructions.
Everything in the lobby seemed in order. All volunteers were briefed on their jobs tonight, so I went into the auditorium to find Ryan. He was hovering over the light board, testing everything with Lou and Susan. Ryan glanced over and gave me a thumbs-up. I smiled and winked.
Ellie materialized by my side, dolled up in a pretty white dress, her long hair curled. “Hey, Adam.”
“Hi.” I braced for a reproach about having inserted myself into her living situation.
“I wanted to tell you I thought you were really brave last night.”
Well, I’ll be damned.“Thank you. For all of it.”
“I’ll do anything for Ryan. You know that.”
