Page 41 of Down the Aisle
Looking past the women, he settled his adoring gaze on me. "If I do, put me six feet under," he joked back, keeping his attention on me.
Pushing off the door, he politely made his way over to me. Getting comfortable on the couch, he coiled his arm around my waist and held me close to him before looking at the three women. "Your partners still treating you well? How about the guests?" His voice was full of genuine concern and curiosity, which made my heart melt a little because he cared.
All three of them flashed him reassuring smiles and waved at him dismissively. "Perfect as peaches." Amy giggled with a giddy grin. "Don't worry. You'll be one of the first to hear if anything happens."
Grabbing the other two women by their arms, Ann tugged them out the door. "Well, we'll leave you to your girl." Ann snickered, closing the door behind her.
Adam chuckled amusingly. "Those three are always up to something. Should've known they'd peek their heads in here." Then, his full attention went back to me. "They didn't say anything bad about me, did they?" he asked in a teasing manner.
Shaking my head, I chuckled. "No, only good things. It seems like they were more or less curious about me." At least they were friendly, and even though our conversation was very brief, it shed a lot of light on my questions.
Smiling up at Adam, I let a burst of boldness take control. For once, I went 'fuck it' to the consequences as I slid onto his lap, straddling him. Leaning in, I ghosted my lips against his. "Swear you'll treat me right?" I whispered breathily against him while,my hands slowly inched down the front of his body, coming to a stop at the waistband of his pants.
His jaw ticked with his sharp inhale, and his eyes closed for a quick second. A rough hand traveled up my body and wound around my neck. Growling softly against my lips, I felt him pull back slightly and his eyes opened back up. The sharpness of his lustful eyes sliced through to my core, making me gasp and shudder at the sudden rush of excitement heightening my arousal. "Yes and no." His deep voice rasped as his lips curled into a feral grin.
Tightening his hand firmly around my neck, he kept me still for a moment while his other hand grabbed my hip. A sudden jerk of my hips, and I found myself pressed right up against the growing tent in his pants. "I will treat you right, treat you like a fucking queen, but…" He chuckled deeply against my lips as he swept his tongue against my bottom lip. "There will be moments where it'll seem like I don't love you."
Why did his words not strike the fear of God into me? Why did they arouse me so much? My body felt like an inferno of lust was consuming it as I thought about the dark edge of his words.
His lips kissed my jawline to my ear, where he continued to spin such sinful scenes. "The nights when I tie you down in such lewd positions to fuck you like my good little slut, when you'll be strapped to a spanking bench until I've turned your sweet ass beet red, or when I just treat you like you are nothing more than a fuck doll for me."
I didn't even realize how desperate I'd become until I felt his grip tighten on my rocking hips. "Look at you, already humping me like a bitch in heat at just a few words." He chuckled deeply in my ear, biting the shell of it rather harshly, causing a sharp, gasping moan to slip from me. "I fucking love it," he growled proudly, thrusting his hips up into me.
"Oh fuck," I gasped with a whimper at the sudden shock of pleasure from his hardness rubbing forcibly against my covered sex.
His fingers around my neck inched a bit so he gripped my face. Dangerously, his smug and devoted gaze hovered over me as he continued to teasingly roll his hips into me. "I swear, I will cherish and love you like no other, and you will feel nothing less than perfect. But there will be moments where I will wreck your sweet body until you are a moaning and babbling mess, until your holes are stuffed so full of my cum that you are constantly leaking me for days after I'm done with you. But even then, I do all of that because I love you, and that's just another way for me to show you how much I fucking need you like I need air."
"Those better not be your wedding vows," I joked with a snort and roll of my eyes, earning a harsh jerk from him.
"We haven't even made it official between us, yet you're already thinking of tying the knot?" he teased back with a cocky grin, making me want to quickly backtrack. "Don't worry, you'll be crying at the altar, but they'll be tears of joy because of how much of a sap I'll be," he promised with a chuckle.
Well, shit.
He actually seemed serious about the whole thing.
For fuck's sake, we weren't even boyfriend and girlfriend yet. We shouldn't even be joking about something so serious as marriage until at least a year or two into the serious relationship.
"Still want to keep going with me, knowing how I'll treat you all sweet and spicy?" he asked with a chuckle against my lips, keeping them just a hair away from fully kissing me.
Licking my lips nervously, I nodded. "As long as it's more sweet than spicy at first." I might run for the fucking hills if he pulled out the hot sauce right now.
His lips softened against mine in a warm smile. "Everything will be at your pace. I will push a little just to get you to act andbecome more confident, but I will never do anything that you deem out of bounds once we have a thorough conversation later tonight or tomorrow," he assured me, sealing it all with a deep kiss that pulled a soft moan from me.
Breaking the kiss, he smiled at me deviously, making me lean away from him warily. "What do you say to having a toy on you for the drive back?" His bold question made me slam my brakes, and I looked at him dumbfoundedly.
Was I going to regret it? Probably.
"W-what toy?" I wanted to slap myself for even entertaining him and not outright shutting it down.
My slight regret deepened with fear when his smile grew wider with excited victory. "I'll let you pick since you agreed," he told me, chuckling softly as he stood with me in his arms.
"W-wait a minute—hey!" I lightly smacked his chest in protest. "I asked you what toy. I did not give you an agree… ment…"
Fuck my life.
I couldn't help but stare in horror-filled wonder when Adam pulled open the drawer of a standup dresser I hadn't noticed in the place. The whole drawer was lined neatly with so many sex toys! Like, holy shit, I didn't know vibrators came in so many different shapes and sizes, from wired to wireless, all the colors of the damn rainbow, and from the size of a quarter to the size of a fist.
There were so many!
