Page 40 of Hard Tail
“Just wait,” Adam said enigmatically—and then he dropped to his knees.
Logically, I knew what he must be about to do. But some part of my brain just refused to let the rest of me believe it until it happened, until his mouth opened wide and swallowed me down, and mortifyingly, I came immediately, so hard it was almost painful. Adam just carried on swallowing, as I convulsed and panted and wanted to die.
“God, I’m so sorry…” I gasped out. “I should have—” I should have bloody stayed at home, that’s what I should have done.
“’S all right,” Adam said, wiping his mouth and smiling up at me. Then he stood. Oh, God—did he expect me to return the favour? I realised I was still holding my wineglass, and miraculously, there was still some in there, so I drank it down in one. Then I wondered if I should have saved some to wash the taste away. Now I was no longer blinded by lust, I so, so didn’t want to do this. Another man’s penis? In mymouth?
Of course, if it’d been Matt’s… My treacherous dick gave a feeble twitch, too sated to do more.
I didn’t resist as Adam pressed in close and put an arm around my neck, then pulled my hand down to his crotch—and when I realised what he was after, my relief made me respond with a pretty good imitation of enthusiasm. A hand job—I could do that. It wasn’t like I hadn’t had plenty of practice, although it was weird doing it without being able to feel the results. Adam’s cock was thick but short, and I pumped it up and down with gusto. He seemed to appreciate it, judging by the incoherent sounds and the way the veins corded in his neck.
He threw his head right back, and I realised what was about to happen just a fraction of a second too late, as Adam’s jizz spurted out all over my shirt and trousers. Were these trousers washable? Yes, yes, they were, so that was all right. Like a drowning man, I clung on to the one positive thing I could think of about this little encounter.
“Sorry ’bout the mess,” Adam mumbled through his cheesy grin. He groped in the pocket of his baggy shorts and brought out a grubby handkerchief, which, despite my protestations, he used to wipe me down. He clapped me on the shoulder. “Y’r all right.”
Adam was wrong. I wasn’t all right. I felt sordid—soiled in more ways than one. This wasn’t at all how I’d imagined my first time with a man—or if I had, my fantasies had never ended with me feeling like this. “I’ve got to go,” I said desperately, tearing myself out of his grasp. Damn it, I’d need to call a taxi. I wished I’d brought my car so I could get away from here right now. Plus, if I’d driven, I wouldn’t have been drinking, and then I’d never have got into this mess.
Possibly.
I realised Adam was loping along beside me. “What?” I snapped.
“Wanna lift?”
“No.” I strode to the front of the pub, where a few drinkers had milled out around the door, smoking and laughing. Scrabbling for my phone, I desperately tried to remember the cab firm’s number or how to find an alternative. There was a number, wasn’t there? Or an app or something, and why the bloodyhellhadn’t I got it sorted before I’d come out?
A hand gripped my arm. “C’mon. ’S just over there.”
I gave up and let him steer me toward a shiny red Ford Mondeo parked down a side street. My sense of unreality deepened—this was what Adam drove? “’S my mum’s,” he explained helpfully.
I sat in silence as he drove me home. Adam turned on the CD player, and we listened to Jessie J exhorting her sisters to “Do it like a Dude.” I could have told her that based on my experience, it’d be unlikely to end well. Adam didn’t seem to need directions, and a horrible suspicion planted itself in my mind. “Have you and Jay ever…?” I asked, beyond embarrassment by now.
Adam almost doubled up with laughter, which didn’t make me feel any safer since he was still driving. “Jay?Jay?” He sobered up eventually in the face of my continued refusal to see the funny side. “Nah. ’S straight.” He was still chuckling silently as we pulled up outside Jay’s house.
I hoped he wouldn’t expect an invitation in for coffee, either euphemistically or otherwise. “Thanks for the lift,” I said politely, like he hadn’t just sucked me off in a pub garden.
“’S all right. See y’round.”
Never had the clichéd response, “Not if I see you first!” seemed more appropriate. Not trusting myself to speak, I just nodded, got out of the car and scurried down the path to let myself in the house.
Wolverine was waiting for me. “It’s all right for you,” I muttered, heading on autopilot for the can opener. “You probably had the snip before you’d even worked out what your willy was for. Take it from me, you’re not missing much.” As my mind flashed back to Adam’s blowjob, my dick jumped up to call me a liar.
“And don’t thinkyou’regetting anything from me after the way you behaved tonight,” I told it sternly.
Wolverinemiaowedindignantly.
I sighed and forked the tuna into his bowl. I should probably have explained I wasn’t talking to him, but somehow, I just couldn’t find the strength.
