He also smelled like Lainey’s preferred shampoo.
“Lucky bastard,” I muttered.
“Yes, I am.”
Adam stalked forward and pinned me to the wall. His hands were hot against my chest, hotter still when he gripped my neck. It wasn’t until we were practically nose to nose that I realized the acrid taste of smoke burned my nostrils.
“How are you?” The soft words lulled me and I dragged my attention up from the way his mouth shaped the lips to find him staring at me.
“I’m—” I searched for the right words because I wasn’t fine or even okay but I was… “I’m content.”
His eyebrows rose at that description.
“Don’t ask me why.” It was a plea. “Not because I don’t want to tell you but I don’t think I know myself.”
A slow nod was his only answer. Then he worked his fingers against my neck, the slow massage melting away some of the tension holding me rigid. My dick saluted instantly. I was painfully naked and he was standing right there looking absolutely delicious in his button down with the collar open and giving me a good look at the solid chest beneath.
“I won’t,” Adam whispered and his breath feathered over my lips. “I didn’t mean to abandon you with Leopold.”
“You didn’t.” I licked my lips. “I mean you did, but I got it. You needed Lainey. I’ve been there. She probably needed you. Bodhi and Milo backed me.” That still had me marveling.
“Good.” Adam teased his nose along my jaw and then tilted his head until our lips were just millimeters apart. “I’m going to work on learning how to suck your cock, but how do you feel about me jerking you off right now?”
Fuck.
I would die.
All I said was, “Really?” It came out the most embarrassing of squeaks. When he wrapped his hand more thoroughly around my throat and gave the lightest of squeezes, I swore my dick stiffened even harder.
“Yes, really. I told you I was serious about you being mine and you need a release. I want to be the one who does it.”
I’d died. I’d gone up in flames in that house and this was my heavenly reward. Adam wanted me and he…
The warmth of his free hand wrapping around my cock stuttered my thoughts and scattered them. A moan so low and needy it should have embarrassed me, escaped my throat.
Rather than being disgusted or amused, Adam stared at me with a fiery intensity and I didn’t dare look away. I could drown in the blue-violet of his eyes. This close, they were almost pure purple. His hands were bigger than mine, at least that was how it felt. He could easily grip over half my cock without trying. When he glided his hand up and down again, my hips thrust forward.
“Fuck,” I whispered and then bit my lip. Maybe I should shut up… He was pushing himself for me. I’d seen him jerk off before. It had happened a couple of times while we were together, but I’d always made myself not stare while also pretending that he stared at me.
Him touching me was so fucking different. So fucking…
“You’re a noisy boy in bed, Ezra,” Adam said, before he licked my lower lip and pulled another moan out of me. “Tell me what you like. Harder? Tighter? Smoother? Slower? Tell me how to make you feel good.”
“You’re already doing it.”
“Yeah?” His breath was hot and his words more scorching. “What am I doing?”
“You’re touching me.” Admitting that took everything, yet I was violently eager for me. “Fuck, Adam… Getting to touch you is fan-fucking-tastic. Having you touch me? I could die a happy man.”
He bit down on my lower lip, the nip more painful than erotic. The sting ripped apart the hazy curtain of pleasure. “You don’t get to die,” Adam said, the order curling around me like the stiffest pair of shackles and chains. The locks clicked into place. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered. The flare in his eyes had me thrusting against his hand. “Can I come please?”
“Since you said please…” He stayed close. His mouth teased mine like he was on a precipice of a kiss, but he didn’t quite fall over.
Every stroke of his hand took me from balls to tip. He toyed with my piercings, the tugs gentle, but they lit me up more. When he didn’t reject my thrusts, I met his strokes with my own and I gripped his shoulders as much to stay on my feet as to keep him close.
My balls were dragging upward as my spine went liquid. “I’m gonna come…”
“Good boy,” Adam whispered as he kissed me hard once then went to his knees. His mouth closed over my tip and everything exploded out of me at once as my brain went white-hot.
I wasn’t fucking his mouth but he was swallowing me… my cum…
The world shattered and then came back together again. If not for his grip on my hips, I might have collapsed. I fought to open my eyes as Adam moved his whole head, carefully taking my length past his teeth. I could feel the suction of his swallows and I swore it pulled another load right out of me.
The elation I’d wondered about earlier flooded me. Sure it was endorphins and hormones, but it was also Adam, on his knees—sucking me off after he made me come.
When he finally let up, I was shaking. My cock ached for more and at the same time, even the teasing whispers of his breath against the damp flesh of my tip was too much.
He licked his lips. “Almost as tasty as Lainey…”
My eyes widened as a speculative gleam filled his eyes. I ran my tongue over my lower lip as a shudder went up my spine. “Tastes even better when I eat you out of her,” I told him. “You should try it.”
“I plan to.” Then he stood slowly, the bathroom had shrunk to just him and his shirt clung to him, like he was sweating. Oh, it was steamy in here. “Now shower like a good boy.”
Oh, I could be a good boy. “For you, I can do anything,” I told him and then pressed my lips to his. He didn’t make me fight for it. His mouth opened. The salty taste of my own cum added to the earthy connection that seemed to have opened between us. He had his hand around my throat and his mouth dominated mine.
I was fine with that. Adam could have everything. No more secrets. No more running away. No more life without him and Lainey.
