“Soaked. My panties are utterly destroyed.”
His fist tightened. His eyelids fluttered. “When I let you loose, are you going to sink your fingers inside your pussy?”
I nodded. He growled.
“Need you to talk to me, baby.”
Words were hard to come by. Each stroke of his cock made my clit pulse. I ached to be touched, to be filled up until I felt it in my belly. Frustration warred with undeniable pleasure. I wouldn’t get what I needed, but what Adam was giving me was hitting a different part of me. The part that wanted to be denied until I was thrown off a cliff of madness just so I could feel the soar before the violent crash.
“I might come without touching myself. I feel it building, Adam.” My limbs were vibrating in their restraints. My feet were sliding on the sheet, raising my hips in fruitless effort.
“Look at you, baby. So turned on. I never get to see you like this in the teases you send me. Your cheeks are red, Adelaide. So red.”
Sweat prickled on my forehead. My chest rose and fell like I was in the middle of a long-distance run.
“I’m on fire,” I told him. “I feel red all over.”
The pace of his strokes sped up. The sinewy muscles in his biceps were taut. The veins in his forearm stood out in stark relief. He hitched his T-shirt up to expose more of his abs, and his free hand slid down to tug on the barbell going through the head of his cock.
Adam getting himself off was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.
“Tell me how close you are,” he grunted. “Tell me how hard you’re gonna come.”
He dragged his thumb over the head of his dick, spreading the bead of precum around, playing with the barbell. I moaned. I couldn’t help myself. Everything he did was turning me on. Pushing me closer and closer to my final free-fall.
“If I don’t come soon, I’ll die. I’ll explode and die.” I meant it. Death or relief. One or the other. I wasn’t sure which I’d take if given the choice. It hurt. So bad. My mind was scattered, lost to everything but the movement of Adam’s clenched hand and the weight between my thighs.
“I’ve got you, baby. I won’t let you die. You’re gonna come so hard really, really soon. You’re never gonna forget how hard you come. You’ll be thinking about it for days, begging me to strap you down again so you can relive it. And I will. I’ll give you this whenever you want it. Because I want it too.”
“Adam.” I cried his name in place of what I really wanted to say.
You’re killing me.
Stop, please stop. I can’t take it.
You’re twisting the knife you already sank deep in my soul.
I love you so much, I’ll never get over you.
Please, please touch me.
“Adelaide,” he gritted out. “I’m gonna come, baby. This is all yours.”
My spine bowed while he lost it, fucking into his hand like it was the tightest pussy he’d ever felt. I yanked at my bonds, frustrated tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. He came in huge spurts, hitting his hand and belly like obscene graffiti.
Eyes shuttering, his body slumped, but mine was rigid. I needed out. I had to be free. It was too much. What could I do? These binds wouldn’t loosen. My shoulders ached from how hard I jerked.
“Adam,” I quivered. “Please.”
His eyes opened, and he was up in a heartbeat, opening my cuff.
“Shit, baby, are you okay? I closed my eyes for a second. I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”
He moved to unfasten the rest of my cuffs, but I didn’t pay any attention. Fumbling one-handed in my bedside table, I felt around until I found what I needed, then crammed my hand inside my leggings and soaked panties and pushed the button to turn on the Rose. My mind wasn’t my own. I’d been narrowed down to primal need. All I could think about was finding relief.
As soon as the Rose suctioned on to my clit, a guttural scream ripped through me. It felt like I’d torn something important, an organ or my soul, but I didn’t care. All I could do was ride the painfully shattering orgasm that had taken over. I was helpless to it, blind to everything else.
When it was over, the madness beginning to recede, my hand slipped out of my pants, and my toy fell to the floor with a clunk while I tried to remember where I was.WhoI was.Whywhat just happened was the worst thing ever.
“Are you okay now, Adelaide?”
Adam’s soft question from the side of my bed brought everything crashing back. I lifted my head to find my friend sitting on the corner of the mattress, gently stroking my ankle.
Oh god.
What the hell had I done?
With a cry, I flung myself from my bed, flew to the bathroom, and slammed the door closed.
No, no, no! I ruined everything.