by Tilly Kane
"You don't believe me?" Adam asks. And I don't know how he knows that but I won't lie about it so I shrug instead.
"Does it matter?" I respond, faking a casualness I do not feel in the least.
"Of course it matters, sweetheart. Everything about you matters to me. More than you could know."
The song ends at that moment and I jump at the chance to pull away from him. It's too much of everything and I don't know how I can handle the ride back to his house, but I need to get out of this club before I do something stupid like profess my love to him.
4
Adam
I have no clue what I said or did to upset Brooklyn. Our ride back home doesn't take too long, and she's quiet the whole way back, carefully avoiding my gaze and barely answering my questions until I finally decide to shut up. The driver shoots me a sympathetic glance in the rearview mirror.
Once we're inside, I can't keep this up anymore. I follow Brooklyn into the kitchen and stop her from pouring a glass of water. I set the glass and the pitcher down on the counter and then cage her against it with my arms. We're not touching, but I plan to remedy that soon if I can help it.
"What's wrong? What happened back there?" I ask, hoping I do a decent job of keeping the desperation out of my voice. I can't believe I've already done something to fuck this up before we even had a chance to start.
"What do you mean?" she asks, her fiery eyes betraying her attempt at a casual tone.
"I mean, you were dry humping my leg in the middle of the dance floor and then you shut down. What did I say, baby?"
Brooklyn shakes her head, avoiding my intense stare. I take a chance and reach out to cup her soft cheek. She looks up at me and I see the tears swimming in her eyes. And fuck. That does me in. I feel a visceral ache upon seeing her in any sort of pain. I tuck her into my chest and hold her close.
"Shh, baby, please, what's going on? How do I make it better?"
She pulls away, wiping her tears and smiling a little. "Sorry, I'm just being dramatic. I'm close to getting my period. I'll be fine in the morning."
"Like hell, you will. Tell me what has you so upset right now."
"Adam, please it's…," she starts before trailing off.
"Why did you shut down when I said you were beautiful? Is it because I'm Charlie's brother? Am I being creepy?" God, I hope she doesn't think I'm being creepy. I was so focused on wanting her, I didn't stop to think that maybe she wouldn't want me back.
She doesn't meet my gaze, instead choosing to focus her attention on the kitchen tile. After a moment, she finally looks up again, seeming more determined.
"Look, I'm going to tell you something but then you have to promise to just leave it alone and try not to embarrass me about it okay?"
"I would never try to embarrass you."
"Alright then. I've kind of had a huge crush on you like my whole life and -- you saying those things, I know it was just a line or whatever you thought would make me feel good at the time but --"
"It wasn't," I say, needing to set her straight. "I wasn't using a line on you. I believe it. Brooklyn, I said it because I wanted you to know."
There's a long, awkward pause as she stares up at me, and I see the two parts of her -- one which wants to believe me and the other which is skeptical of every word I just told her. I decide it's time to go for the kill.
"Look, I know how fucking insane this sounds, but I've never before felt this immediate pull toward someone in my life. When I saw you today it was like I'd been sucker-punched. All of a sudden, I knew for certain that you were supposed to be a part of my life," I explain.
Her breath catches as I pull her close to me and, for a split second, I worry that she's going to push me away once more.
But she doesn't.
Instead, she allows me to engulf her in my arms, and I swear I never want to let her go. Her soft body molds to every part of me, and I feel more at home than I've ever felt in my life.
I make no secret of the fact that I'm inhaling the scent of her sweet hair, its tropical perfume instantly relaxing me and arousing me at the same time.
Oh, who the fuck am I kidding? I've been permanently aroused since I first saw her earlier today. Our dirty dancing at the club tonight featured my cock as a lead performer. Just thinking about how she grinded on my thigh earlier is enough to have me leaking in my boxer-briefs.
Finally, Brooklyn speaks, her voice a little muffled where she is pressed up against my chest. "Do you really mean that?" she asks.
This time, I'm the one who pulls away, even though it kills me. I just have to look at her in the eye, I need her to believe me.
I cup her soft cheek in my palm, loving the way her plump lips part in surprise as she looks up at me. God, those lips. I'm dying to kiss her, absolutely dying for it. But I want her knowing exactly what it is she's getting here.
"You're too beautiful. I can't say I've felt that way about you forever because, to be honest, it would be creepy if I did notice you back in the day since you were a kid. But now? Now you're a woman and… I want nothing more than to kiss you and hold you all night."
5
Brooklyn
Am I stupid for so readily falling for Adam's words?
I might be, but as he leads me toward his bedroom, I decide I don't care. Even if this turns out to be a huge mistake, I decide there's no way I'll regret anything that happens tonight. I'll probably be touching myself to just the memory of his words and his smoldering stare and our sexy dancing for a long time to come.
Just like everything in his house, his bedroom is minimalist, almost austere. But there's a massive, comfy-looking bed in the middle, and I'm tempted to throw myself at it like a child until something gives me pause and I grind to a halt.
"How many girls have you had here at once?" I ask, eyeing the bed before turning to look at Adam.
He gives me a confused look before shaking his head. "I've had one girl in here at once -- you," he says, his eyes sparkling as he leads me closer to the bed. "And if you're asking how many women I've slept with, the answer is four, and it's been several years since the last time."
Finding out that he's been celibate for several years is a shock to my brain, and I plop down on the bed, frowning. "But why?" I whisper. "You can have any girl you want," I say.
Adam drops to his knees in front of me, putting us nearly eye-to-eye. "That's the thing, though, I haven't wanted anyone. I went through the motions until I decided I didn't care to do so anymore. I've been committed to my work and haven't found anyone worth changing that for. Until you," he adds, and I feel myself blush. He's a smooth talker alright.
He moves closer to me, and I think he's gauging to see if I'd be receptive to his kiss, and oh god I would, I really would, but I feel like I need to be as honest with him as he was with me.
"I've only had sex with one guy," I blurt, "and that was only one time two years ago. I'm not very experienced."
Adam stares at me for a moment, then shakes his head, a small smile forming on his face. "Thank you for telling me that. Don't worry, we're not going to fuck tonight."
My heart plummets to my feet. Of course, we're not. Of course. Crap, why the fuck would I assume that's where this is going? He probably just brought me to his room to show me the curtains or something--
All those panicked thoughts are suddenly wiped from my brain as Adam's lips brush up against mine. Instinctively, I deepen the kiss, savoring the way he moans and pulls me closer to him so that my legs are spread around his hips as he kneels in front of me. I can't help it, I buck my hips against him once, then again. He groans and pulls back suddenly. We're both panting and out of breath.
"I could tell you were spiraling, thinking there was some terrible reason for me saying we wouldn't be fucking tonight. But just so you know, just because we won't doesn't mean I don't want to, okay? But I don't want to mess this up with you. I want to do things right."
Oh. Oh.
I nod my understanding. "So, if w
e're not going to fuck, then what exactly did you plan on doing?"
6
Adam
Brooklyn's question, delivered with such a seductive pout, is nearly enough to have me reconsidering my decision to not fuck her tonight. But no, just because I won't put my cock in her doesn't mean I can't make her feel good.
I lean her back against my pillows, wishing I could pull my phone out to take a picture of just how perfect she looks in my bed. Instead, I simply stare at her, trying to commit this moment to memory.
"You know we don't have to do anything, right? If you don't feel comfortable with something, that's okay and I just..." I say, trailing off when Brooklyn starts slowly spreading her legs, letting her dress rise up her thighs and giving me a view of her black lace thong.
All of the blood in my body fills my cock, leaving me nearly dizzy with desire for this woman. My god, she's perfect.
"Adam," she whispers, squirming a little under my gaze. "Please touch me, I'm desperate to feel you," she says.
I've got my face pressed up against her lace-covered pussy before she even finishes begging for my touch. I can feel the heat of her through the lace, and I inhale deeply, unable to get enough of her scent. I blow out against her pussy and she writhes.
"Oh God oh God, please," she says, bucking as I run my tongue over the lace, adding to the dampness I feel there. I decide to stop teasing her, so I pull her panties to one side, nearly coming on the spot when I glimpse the pussy that was made for me.
"Goddamn, look how wet you are," I say, gently parting her pussy lips and feeling her soak my hand almost immediately. I pull away briefly just so I can yank her panties fully off, needing space so I can better tend to her needs.
With the panties out of the way, I part her lips once more, just looking my fill of her before running my tongue through her wetness. She's the most delicious thing I've ever tasted in my life, and suddenly I am lapping at her like a madman, alternating sucking on her clit and spearing her core with my tongue. I test her opening with one finger, and fuck me, she's still so tight. But she spurs me on and whimpers in ecstasy when I add a second finger.
"Oh my God, Adam, yes," she chants as I pump my fingers in and out of her tight sheath, all the while continuing to attack her clit with my tongue. I know she's close so I increase my pace, feeling like I've died and gone to heaven as she comes apart for me.
She's pulling my hair and holding me to her pussy, and I swear I never want this moment to end.
"Fuck, fuck yes, just like that, I'm coming Adam, I'm --"
She shatters, flooding me with her juices and clamping around my fingers as I continue to stroke her through her orgasm. After she stops shaking, I look up at her, my fingers still inside her body. She's disheveled and sweaty and absolutely the most perfect thing I've ever laid eyes on.
"Baby, you feel so good, I want to be inside you forever."
Despite my words, I pull my hand out of her pussy, holding my fingers up to her lips in silent offering. She parts her lips and darts her tongue out to lick my fingers before drawing them into her mouth completely. She sucks on them, her eyes closing in pleasure, and I have no doubt in my mind that 1) I could come in my pants without ever touching my dick, that's how turned on I am right now, and 2) I'm going to marry this girl. Preferably as soon as possible.
I remove my fingers from her mouth and immediately replace them with my tongue. She accepts my kiss and deepens it, moaning as she rocks her hips against me.
"Adam, please, I want you inside me," she pleads, and I'm not sure I've ever heard a sweeter plea. I told her I wasn't going to fuck her tonight, but I also know I want to give her everything she desires.
Unfortunately, before I get to make that decision, my phone rings with the obnoxious tone I have for my assistant, a competent though slightly annoying middle-aged man named Gary. Everything inside me tells me to ignore the call, to turn my ringer off -- hell, to turn my phone off -- and go back to losing myself in Brooklyn.
But I must be on autopilot because I hit answer instead of decline, and Gary starts talking a mile a minute the moment he hears me breathe.
7
Brooklyn
I'm not trying to eavesdrop on Adam's conversation, but from what I've heard, someone somewhere needs him to revise a proposal ASAP, and Adam's giving pushback.
I shimmy out of his bed and scoop my panties off the floor. I briefly consider dropping to my knees in front of him while he's on the phone, but one glance at his face and I can tell that he's too preoccupied. In fact, it wouldn't surprise me if he'd already forgotten that I was in the room. I try not to let it hurt my feelings, because the truth of the matter is that he's ridiculously busy and he doesn't stop having to work just because he's got a girl in his bed.
A short while later, once I've showered and gotten ready for bed, I remember the intensity of Adam's words from earlier. When he told me he never wanted anyone before but now he wants me. Could I believe him? My gut is telling me yes, but my head -- my stupid, overthinking head -- is reminding me that he's way out of my league.
I'm too amped up for bed right now, despite being drowsily sated from having the best orgasm of my life. I glance at my phone to check the time, noting that it has now been over thirty minutes since I left Adam's room. I guess I should try to get some sleep.
But sleep doesn't come easily, and another half an hour later I am still tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable in this big guest bed.
The door to the bedroom opens, causing me to bolt up in bed, my heart racing. My stupid heart only beats faster when I realize that Adam is standing in the doorway, staring at me with a frown on his face.
"I wasn't sure you'd still be awake. I'm so glad you are though," he says.
I nod, not exactly trusting my mouth right now. He's still fully clothed from earlier, and I want nothing more than to yank every stitch of clothing from his body.
As if reading my mind, Adam slowly strips off his clothes as he approaches the bed, giving me time to push him away if that's what I want. My mouth goes dry as I watch him uncover his perfect body.
He's got a light dusting of hair on his chest and down his belly, and I'm more than ready to follow that trail. Soon, he's in only a snug pair of boxer-briefs as he climbs into bed with me. He's silent as he positions us so that he's leaning against the headboard, and I'm straddling his lap, facing him.
His gaze is so intense, I don't quite know what to say, but thankfully he speaks first.
"I'm so sorry," he says, with much effort.
I'm confused, and it must show on my face.
"I am so used to putting work first. I can't believe I answered a phone call while I had you in my bed." He closes his eyes, pressing his forehead to mine. "I'm an idiot."
Despite my slightly bruised ego from before, any annoyance I felt toward him melts away when I see how broken up about this he is. I run my fingers over his face, loving how he tips it up to give me more access.
"Shh, hey it's alright. I'm not mad at you," I say, reassuring him.
He opens his eyes, his gaze flashing with anger. "I'M mad at me. I can't believe I did that. I promise you -- I swear -- that's not how I'll be. If you give me a chance, I'll change, I promise. Work is not the most important thing to me anymore. All I want is to prove that to you," he says.
I'm stunned into silence. Adam pulls back a bit and studies me with a sheepish smile on his face.
"I went too fast again, didn't I? I'm sorry. I told you I've never done this before," he says.
"This?"
He gestures between us. "This -- being in a relationship, falling for someone, all of it."
And I can't help it. The situation is so absurd -- I laugh out loud. Adam does not seem as amused, but I feel giddy at the sheer ridiculousness of his statement.
"What's funny?" he asks in a serious tone.
I stop laughing, though there's still laughter in my voice when I respond. "Are you... you're messing with me, right? You're
-- falling for me? You want to be in a relationship... with me?"
He nods emphatically, giving me a wry smile. "You can take all the time you need to get on board with this, but it is happening, that's all I know."
I cock my head in mock-challenge. "Is that right? Just like that?"
He's so confident, so sure of himself and us. I wonder what would happen if I let myself believe the fantasy.
"Okay so, if this is happening--"
"It is."
I roll my eyes. "Right, sure. If it's happening -- what happens now? Do I move back home and date you long-distance? How exactly is that going to work?"
He stares at me for a bit, like he's trying to understand how my brain works. Get in line, buddy.
"Is that what you want to ask right now? How is it going to work?"
I shrug.
"I have a lot of money. Like, a lot of money. I'll make a home with you wherever you want. And I want to take you around the world, to see all the places you've been dreaming of. I hope you'll let me share that with you."
I gasp, my eyes filling with unwelcome tears. God, I'm so embarrassed. But how... how did he know?
He gently wipes away a lone tear as it makes its way down my cheek.
"Your laptop is covered in stickers of airport codes -- for places I assume you want to visit?"
I nod. Screw him for being so perceptive.
"Also, I should tell you that after you two left for the club, I called my mom and asked her to tell me everything she knew about you," he says, a small smile forming on his face. "She loves you, by the way. Says you haven't come by to visit in a long time though."
He's curious about my reasons for avoiding visiting his parents even though they were like a second family to me.
