Page 114 of Stage Dive: Short Stories & Novellas
Anne had gone to have sex and Lizzy was standing beside her husband, one hand resting on his shoulder.They were so obviously together.A unit.I didn’t need that.My life would go on regardless.But I wanted that with Adam.I think I always had.
Still strumming the guitar, he glanced my way once more.I’d never had so much of his attention.Before, there’d always been other things, more important things.Now he had everything except me and I got all of the devotion I could ask for.But how long would it last?
“To life and love,” I repeated and drank.What the hell?
Adam had no sooner gotten the front door open than I was on him, tearing at his shirt, unbuttoning his jeans.
“You want something, baby?”He laughed, kicking the door closed and ripping the shirt off over his head because he was helpful like that.A couple of buttons went flying, but whatever.The boy could always buy himself more.
I had no time for words.Discussion was not required.Besides which, further talk would only complicate matters.Sex, however, could be remarkably simple.And fun.
“How drunk are you?”he asked, toeing off his boots.
“The buzz from your famous friend’s expensive booze is starting to wear off, so hurry up.”
He grinned.“Got it.”
Goddammit.His smile was so potent.The joy in his beautiful face was sheer bliss.I couldn’tnotsmile back at him, couldn’t resist.But I could grab his hand and drag him into the bedroom at light speed because…priorities.
“Get naked,” I ordered, half twisting to undo the zipper on the back of my fancy dress and get free of the gorgeous thing.Same went for the tiny fancy underwear and chunky ass designer combat boots.While I wanted to be buried in the outfit, right now, it all needed to be gone.
Thank goodness he had gotten the message.Boxer briefs gone, he crawled onto the big bed before collapsing into the center on his back.“Have your way with me, woman.”
“Just a second.”
With his gaze on my naked body, his cock was already starting to swell and harden.A sight so pretty it made my body weep with need.I crawled toward him across the mattress, a pleased smile on my face.“You kept watching me at the party.”
“Just checking if you were okay.”
“You wrote me a love song.”
Hands behind his head, he watched.“Yes, I did.”
“Are you going to play it for me?”I took him in hand, giving his dick a squeeze and a stroke, cupping the softness of his balls, just generally appreciating his goods.There was a lot to be grateful for when it came to this man.
“Whenever you want,” he said, voice husky.“Just not right now.”
“Hmm.”
I licked my lips and took the head of his cock into my mouth, rimming the crown with a swirl of my tongue, teasing him gently with my teeth.The muscles in his thighs tensed, and his gaze darkened.When I slid him in farther, sucking long and hard, he swore harshly and low.“Fuck.Jill.”
The nice thing about sucking on Adam was how wet it made me.Every little thing he did had an answering reaction in me.He groaned, and my nipples hardened.A hand grabbed hold of my hair, urging me to take him deeper, to suck him harder, and my tummy tensed, my pussy tightened.From the scent of him to the sight of him, the feel of him in my mouth and hands, it was all so good and real.Blood surged through him, making him heavier and harder.And the salty taste of pre-cum slipped onto my tongue.
“Baby,” he panted.“That’s enough.Up and on.”
With a final kiss to his cock, I climbed up his body, positioning myself just so.He guided himself into me with one hand, the thumb of the other playing around my clit, like I wasn’t swollen and wet already.Given the looks both heated and caring he’d given me all day, it was a wonder I hadn’t dragged him into a bathroom at David and Ev’s.Not that I thought his friends would have minded if we too had disappeared for conjugal relations.
But for some reason, I wanted him here in his bed all to myself.No need to hurry.No distractions.
The wide head of his cock pressed in as I pushed down slowly, savoring the feel of him.So thick and hard and… I gasped as he lightly pinched my nipples.I swear I blacked out for a moment.As if the fading high of the alcohol and the thrill of having him ready and willing beneath me wasn’t enough.His hands on my body, ramped my need even higher, just about driving me over the edge.I’d never gotten this hot for anybody before.Not even him.
“My beautiful girl,” he muttered before slapping me on the ass.“Ride me, Jill.Take what’s yours, baby.”
And I did as I was told.Slow to start with, rocking on him, taking my time.But that didn’t last long.The friction was too good.The sight of him sweet and obscene.Sweat beaded on both our skins, and his hands grabbed my hips, urging me on.Harder, faster, more.I slammed my pelvis down on him, taking him sure and deep each time.Electricity arced up my spine, my whole body alive with sensation.And the tension just built higher and higher.The pleasure seemed insurmountable, taking me over and driving me ever onward.I never wanted it to end.But I couldn’t hold it back either.The wave crashed over me, claiming me, body and soul.I was lost.Blind and broken.There were no other words for it.My body now limp and weak against his chest with his arms around me tight, it was all I could do to keep breathing.
“I think you needed that,” he said, voice low.Fingers stroked my spine, tousled my hair.They never stopped moving, soothing and exciting me both.Though that might have been the feel of him still hard and ready inside me.
Though I’d dragged him into the bedroom in search of sex.No confusing emotions needed or wanted, thank you.Penis in vagina fun times here only.It didn’t matter.I’d never felt so much before.Safe.Adored.Wanted.My fingertips skimmed over the firm warmth of his lips.The sharp cut of his cheekbone.The smooth soft skin of his temple.He watched me all the while.Just waiting.
