Page 68 of Molly: Part One
Chapter 17
Molly
I’ve been watching some blonde bimbo grind herself against Ryan’s body for the last four songs and I hate it. She has her hands all over him and all I can think about is how he would feel, how soft his skin is, how hard his muscles are.
Completely lost in my imagination I feel myself start dancing with Adam how I would like to dance with Ryan. I shut my eyes and let my body take over. I move so that his leg is between mine and I grind against him to the beat of the music. I run my hands over his body ignoring the little voice in my mind that says his body isn’t muscular enough. When he speaks into my ear I can’t help but think his voice isn’t deep enough. But the images in my head are turning me on so much that I drown out those thoughts.
I tilt my head up and capture Adams lips with my own. His hands slide down to my arse and he pulls me tight against his very obvious erection. I feel his tongue tease the seam of my lips until I open up for him. As soon as I do his tongue invades my mouth and tangles with mine. That little voice starts again telling me how he doesn’t taste right, how he doesn’t set my whole body on fire with his kiss. But again I try to push those thoughts away and continue.
Adam’s chest his rising and falling at such a rate he has to pull away from my lips so he can catch his breath, he trails kisses across my jaw and down my neck so I chance a look in Ryan’s direction. What I see almost has me pushing Adam off of me. He is stood, completely still while the blonde continues to rub herself against him, he’s staring at me with an empty look in his eyes. He looks completely heartbroken and I just caused that look. I don’t know what to do.
I watch as realisation hits him as to where he is and what he should be doing. He looks me right in the eyes before grabbing the blonde behind her head and crashing her lips to his. She instantly closes her eyes and lets him in. Ryan on the other hand still has his eyes locked on me as he practically fucks her mouth. I feel like someone has just kicked me in the stomach knocking all the wind out of me.
Adam places a kiss on my lips and continues towards my ear. “Take me to your place.” I say in his ear.
“Are you sure?” he asks with his eyebrows drawn together.
“Yes.”
I grab his hand and begin to pull him from the dance floor but not before looking back at Ryan to see that he’s still watching me with the blonde’s lips attached to his neck. I smirk at him as we move and see his eyebrows rise and his head shake from side to side slightly like he can’t believe what I’m doing.
Adam quickly finds us a taxi and we are soon heading to his flat.
As soon as we are through the front door he is on me. He carefully guides us into his living room and in seconds I feel the sofa hit the backs of my knees. He gently lies me down and kneels between my legs so he can continue kissing me. I feel his hand run from my ankle up to my waist then it slip under my top and come to a stop when he’s cupping my breast. He lies down harder on top of me and grinds his hard dick against my sex.
He trails his lips across my cheek and down my neck. “You’re so sexy Molly,” he breathes out as he runs his tongue around the edge if my ear. “I can’t wait to feel your skin against mine.”
Shit, that voice isn’t the voice it should be. I run my hands up his back and feel a slender body not a ripped muscular one. Fuck, what am I doing?
“Adam, I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”
I watch as he pulls his head back from my neck, removes his hand from my breast and places it on my cheek.
“It’s okay. We don’t have to do more than your happy with. I just thought you were turned on and wanted this.”
“I thought I did but I’m not ready.” I close my eyes so he can’t see the tears in them. How can he be so nice when the reason I’m stopping isn’t because I’m not ready, it’s because I don’t want it to be him on top of me. He’s just all wrong.
“Come on, let’s go to bed.” My eyes fly open in shock. “To sleep Molly. I meant what I said. I really like you, I’m more than happy to take this slow.” He stands up and pulls me with him.
I slip my jeans off while Adam is in the bathroom and slide into his bed. When he comes back in he’s wearing his boxers and a t-shirt, which I’m relieved about. I roll over so I’m facing the edge of the bed when he climbs in. I can feel him peering down at me but I keep my eyes shut and stay still.
“Molly?” he whispers.
“Umm?”
“Can I hold you?” he asks nervously.
“Umm.” It wasn’t until my head hit the pillow that I realised just how exhausted I was. I hear Adam release a breath as he slides his front to my back and gently wraps his arm around my waist.
“Goodnight Molly,” he says next to my ear then places a kiss to my head.
I drift off to sleep thinking the last time I was cuddling in bed it was with Ryan. I can’t help the disappointment wash over me that the body up against mine isn’t his.
“Morning sleepyhead,” Adam says as I appear in his living room, probably looking as bad as I feel.
I just grunt in response.
“Oh, that good!” he says with a laugh. “Do you want tea or coffee?
