Page 32 of Come in with the Rain
He sets a rhythm against my clit, half obvious intuition and half response to the canting of my hips, which I try so hard to stop, but everything about Adam is so good. One of my hands tangles in his hair and the other entwines with his, resting on my stomach, and the constant reminder that it’s him, that he’s here with me, has me clenching my teeth.
After a few minutes, when the simple pleasure of his touch stops being enough and my need to come takes over, I take the hand curled around mine and lead it down to where his mouth has swooped down to taste me at my entrance. He takes instruction well, driving two long fingers into me, forcing the breath right out of me.
“Oh, fuck,” I shout, and then grab him with both hands in his hair, meet his dewy blue eyes, and say, “Suck. Now, suck.”
Without looking away from me, he closes his mouth around my clit and sucks hard, and I come with a cry up at the ceiling, eyes slamming closed. And he doesn’t stop. Not until my limbs go heavy and I’m gasping for air against the countertop.
On his knees, Adam grins up at me. He swipes a hand across his wet chin and says, “How was that?”
CHAPTER32
ADAM
It wasn’t exactly a scream, but when Stella came, her whole body went tight and she made this sound like she’d just fallen and was ready to hit the ground. It was so fucking sexy, but now that it’s over, I’m feeling self-conscious again, wondering if it was as good for her as it was for me. Ineedit to be good for her.
Suzie hated oral. The first time I went down on her, we were teenagers, experimenting with all the things our friends had already done. She said she hated that it was so messy and always refused when I offered. And anytime I gathered the courage to ask her to go down on me, it was always just for a minute, just long enough for me to get unbearably hard so that we could fuck.
So, this? With Stella? It’s new, and it’s incredible, and I want to be so good at it that she never says no, that she begs me for it.
As soon as she’s stopped trembling, I stand. Stella launches herself off the edge of the counter, wrapping her naked limbs around me, and I grunt when all her wetness settles against the zipper of my jeans. I want inside her so bad, especially now that I know the taste of her. I want to know if she’ll come harder, shout louder, with me inside her.
She kisses me, swiping her tongue into my mouth before saying against my lips, “It was perfect. Now, it’s my turn.”
Before I can get an answer out, she’s dropping to her knees in front of me and undoing the button on my jeans. When she slides down the zipper, my cock springs free, red at the tip and so hard it’s almost embarrassing.
She stares at it, eyes wide, her breath sawing out of her. Her gaze finally slides up to mine. “Just to be clear, there’s no way I can swallow that whole thing.”
At the wordswallow, my cock jumps, desperate. I take her face in my hands and bend down to kiss her, and by the time I pull away, she’s got a hand on each of my biceps. She uses them to push off of me, to make me straighten so she can get to my dick, sticking straight out, ready to greet her.
And when she wraps her lips around the tip of it, I have to throw my head back because the sight and feel of her at the same time is almost enough to make me explode right then and there. Whatever guidance I needed, Stella doesn’t seem to need any. She knows exactly what she’s doing when she slides one fist up my shaft and swirls her tongue around the head.
Stella is already the best I’ve ever had, and she’s been going at me for all of thirty seconds. Like some kind of succubus, she holds my eyes as she proceeds to take a truly impressive amount of me into her mouth, pushing me into the back of her throat, until she comes off me with a little cough. I want to tell her she doesn’t have to do all that, but it also feels so incredible, I can’t bring myself to say it.
She goes deep again, and when I hiss, she somehow smiles around me. In that moment, I swear I’m so far gone it might kill me. And then she goes to town on me, sucking me like I’m the greatest thing she’s ever tasted, humming in the back of her throat until that familiar zing starts low in my belly.
“Wait, hang on,” I say, taking her jaw in my hand as gently as I can and trying to lead her away, even as I fight not to finish. She lifts off of me, a question in her eyes, but she keeps stroking me slowly, wet and slippery. “I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
Her face doesn’t change at first, and then, all of a sudden, she grins wide, her eyes sparkling. “Don’t want to? Or feel like you shouldn’t?”
I blink at her, stuttering out an answer, something to the tune of, “I didn’t think women liked that sort of thing,”and she seems to take that as an answer. She wraps her lips around me and slides down until I bump the back of her throat again. I come, straight into her warmth. I don’t realize I have a grip on her hair until I’m done, and she pulls away from me, the silky strands slipping between my fingers. I’ve never come in a woman’s mouth before, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing that’s ever happened to me.
I’m half-slumped, half-naked in the middle of her living room, her furniture all pushed out of the way, and a can of paint just feet from us. I just engaged in oral sex with Stella Hart, even though I said I wouldn’t. And it was incredible.
While I’m still recovering, she crawls up my body, completely bare, and I want to worship her, but I feel like my body is made of rubber.
“Did you like it?” she asks when we’re face to face.
I don’t know if she’s referring to giving oral or receiving it, but either way, the answer is yes, so I nod. “And I like you.”
She blushes and bites her lip, like I didn’t illustrate how much I like her by coming down her throat. “Stay the night,” she says, and it’s not a question so I don’t give her an answer. I shimmy out of my jeans on our way to the bedroom.
And then we’re in her bed, the one I’ve been looking at all week, fantasizing about ravishing her in, and we snuggle down under the blanket that smells like her, like what I know her skin will smell like in the morning.
When we’re settled, with her head on my chest, all of her warm skin pressed up against me, she says, “I guess your date was unsuccessful?”
I laugh against her hair. “Dates tend not to go well when you’re busy thinking about someone else.”
I can feel her eyes on me, looking up at me through all that hair. “Was she mad?”
