“You’re so hot, Adelaide. So fucking hot.”
The veins in his taut bicep and forearm stood out as he moved his fist up and down his thick cock. Precum was so close to dripping from the swollen tip, I had to stop myself from reaching out to swipe it.
Adam was beautiful. So beautiful, I could cry. I was starving, and he was a feast I was forbidden from having. Right there. He wasright there—and I couldn’t touch him. He’d never be mine.
“I’m gonna come all over you.” He grunted as his strokes picked up speed. “Gonna paint that pretty amber skin. My balls are so fucking full, you’re gonna be absolutely covered in me. All over, Adelaide. You’re gonna smell like me for days, no matter how many times you wash yourself. I’m about to mark you, baby. You want that?”
“Yes,” I rasped, arching my spine to offer myself. My T-shirt slipped up, exposing more of my breasts, and I let him see. I was so turned on, burning up like I’d been doused with kerosene, he could have yanked my pants down and taken me without asking, and I would have screamed for him.
“Jesus Christ, Baddie,” he uttered, his movement hitching at the sight of me exposed to him.
“Give it to me.” My fingers circled my clit with frenzy. I needed this release more than air. “Please, Adam.”
“God, I love the way you beg.” His eyes locked on mine, dark with desire. “Need you to come with me. Are you gonna do it for me?”
“I’m waiting for you.”
His answering groan filled the room and reached inside my chest to lasso my lungs. I stopped breathing and watched as he jerked himself with smooth, frantic motions. The moment before he came, everything stilled. His eyelids were at half-mast, but his eyes never left mine. Not until the first drop hit my belly. Then we were both rapt. Him on his cum splattering all over my abdomen and breasts, me on his rapturous expression.
I came with his awe-filled face filling my vision. My hips arched until we were almost touching, but not quite. Because that was a line. Even in my fog of pleasure, I remembered I wasn’t allowed to touch Adam.
When he was done, every last drop spilled, he flopped back onto his side of the couch, his head tipped back, eyes closed. I lay there, limp, covered in his cum, trying really, really hard not to fall deep into my feelings.
Lately, when we played this game, the comedown was more of a free-fall. And yet, I kept doing it. I continued to come back for more and more, even knowing I’d end up shattered after.
After a minute of catching his breath, Adam tucked himself away and disappeared from the room. He came back quickly, holding a wet washcloth. Sitting down beside me, he cleaned up the mess he made of me, concentration pinching his brow. When he got to my breasts, I put my hand over his.
“Let me do it,” I said.
He nodded. “You’re right. Sorry.”
He let go of the washcloth but stayed there beside me. When I cleaned myself as well as I could, he took my hand and helped me sit up, then wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest.
“Still us?” he asked.
“Still us,” I confirmed.
What else could I say?
“You wanna finish the movie?”
My battered heart shriveled into a black, dead husk. “Yeah. Let’s finish it.”