by Whitley Cox
It was almost two in the morning, and she’d traveled across town for sex.
What the hell had gotten into her?
She reached the front door and then stopped with her fist in the air. She couldn’t knock or ring the bell. What if she woke up Mira?
She was about to turn around and go hail another cab home, berating herself for how ridiculous she’d behaved, showing up at Adam’s house in the middle of the night for sex, when the door opened.
His smile made her forget the cab. Made her forget everything but how deliciously kissable that small cleft in his chin looked. “Violet,” he said softly, though the command in his tenor could have been noticeable in a whisper. He held out his hand and she took it, allowing him to lead her over the threshold and into the darkness of his foyer.
“I’m glad you came,” he said, not releasing her hand as he pulled her through the house.
What could she say? He’d all but ordered her to, and the thought of disappointing him or turning him down made her queasy. She never wanted to disappoint him.
They reached the bottom of the staircase. It seemed like a long climb in the quiet darkness. Steps and steps and steps to reach their final destination.
“Would you like to come upstairs?” he asked, turning her hand over in his and massaging her palm with his big, manly thumbs. Was that a question and not an order for once?
His intense blue eyes bore straight through her, and she fought the shiver they invoked. All she could do was nod. She hadn’t said a word since arriving because she wasn’t sure what she could say. What was appropriate in a situation like this?
“I’d like that too.” He linked their fingers together again and encouraged her to climb the steps with him. They ascended in silence, save for the thundering beat of her pulse in her ears, drumming away, tuning out her thoughts and any voices that might be telling her this was a bad idea.
You’ve already done the deed once. What’s one more time? A couple more times? A dozen more times?
“Mira’s room is at the end of the hallway,” he said as they reached the top of the stairs. “She sleeps pretty soundly.” He led her forward through an open door, where two bedside lamps cast the room in a low and romantic haze. His room was masculine with a dark gray accent wall behind the enormous wood-framed bed, and the linens were shades of dark blue, much like his eyes.
He encouraged her to sit down on the bed, releasing her hand and sinking down onto the floor on his knees. Violet simply watched him.
He removed one of her tennis shoes and then the other. She hadn’t bothered with socks.
Even through the denim of her jeans, she could feel the warmth of his big hands as they slid up her calves and over her thighs, stopping at her hips. He pushed her legs apart and maneuvered his big frame between them.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call or talk to you after Wednesday,” he said. “That was wrong of me.”
She blinked down at him.
“It was hot as fuck you calling me out on it though. I like a woman who isn’t a doormat, who isn’t afraid to stand up for herself and others.”
Something about the rough and raspy tone of his voice and the way he spoke with such authority made her pussy clench and her nipples tighten. She knew he’d probably been drinking at the poker night, but his voice was deep and gruff, as if he’d spent the evening imbibing on scotch and smoking cigars.
She inhaled deep through her nose. No smoke. Just Adam. And he smelled amazing. Fresh and clean, with just a hint of beer. But undeniably all male.
His hands were like hot coals resting on her thighs, his fingers squeezing her hips. Heat radiated off his body, striking her where he was closest, where she wanted him. Violet bit her bottom lip, willed her nipples not to ache so badly and wished to God she could squeeze her legs together. But she couldn’t.
Now his eyes held a new look. A look that excited her. Dangerous, determined.
His fingers pushed up the hem of her tank top until they grazed her skin. She shivered from the contact, even though his touch seared her and sent a longing straight to her core, where it bloomed outward. Tendrils of heat seeped into every cell until her body hummed with desire. Slowly, his fingers made their way to the button of her jeans. He released it, pulling the zipper down and pushing her pants over her hips. She lifted up and let him tug the jeans down over her legs.
He pulled her tank top over her head next, his fingers on the hem just brushing her skin ever so slightly, but more than enough to make her burn with every touch. She was in nothing but a bra and thong in no time.
Still on his knees, he reached around behind her head and pulled on her ponytail, releasing her hair from the elastic and letting it fall down around her shoulders in thick waves. “When we’re together and not dancing, I’d like you to wear your hair down,” he said. Again, it wasn’t a question.
He trailed his hands down her neck and over her shoulders, reaching behind her once again, but this time to unfasten her bra. She let him. He’d already seen her topless in the studio on Wednesday, and she wasn’t ashamed of her body, so when he tossed her bra to the side she sat there, allowing his gaze to sweep over her, devour her, arouse her.
“You’re incredible,” he breathed, leaning forward and kissing the top of her breast. “And your skin is so soft.” His kisses were warm and wet as he peppered them generously over her chest and breasts, swirling his tongue around her nipples until they ached for the heat of his mouth, the relief of his suckling. She arched against his face, shamelessly pushing her tight bud deeper into his mouth. He acquiesced and sucked hard until a gasp broke free of her mouth and her eyes fluttered closed.
Adam scissored his teeth over her taut nub, then alternated between tugging and sucking. His fingers were busy on the other breast, pulling and tweaking, pulling and twiddling. Violet was frantic for an orgasm already, and the man hadn’t even slipped so much as a pinky finger beneath her thong.
How was he driving her so wild?
“Are you wet?” he murmured against her breast, cupping the weight of one and swirling his tongue around the puckered nipple.
“Yes.” She didn’t even bother to open her eyes.
“Hmmm.” The vibration of his hum with his lips wrapped around her bud made her whole body convulse. “Let me see for myself.” Where his hands went, flames followed, until his fingers pushed beneath the flimsy lace of her thong and in between her plump folds. “Oh wow. You weren’t kidding.”
Why would she kid?
Two fingers ran up her cleft and down again, then up, circling around her clit again and again and again. She bucked up into his fingers, gyrating her hips on the bed as he brought her closer and closer to sweet release.
Adam released her nipple with an audible pop, the cool air of the room making it tighten even harder and her whole breast tingle. His mouth captured hers, prying her lips apart and taking what was already his. She moaned as he deepened the kiss. He pushed two fingers into her wet heat, his thumb flicking her clit. He took long, full strokes inside her, all the way in, curling the tips to press hard against her anterior wall, then pulling almost all the way out. She was desperate, mewling into his kisses as her hips leapt up off the bed into his hand.
“You’re going to come so hard for me, Violet,” he whispered, his mouth moving over to her cheek and down her neck. He nipped that extra-sensitive spot below her ear. “Then I’m going to taste you, and you’re going to come again.”
She was close to begging. He was teasing her now. On purpose. Keeping her treading water but stacking weights on her shoulders. Making her walk the tightrope but snipping the cord one strand at a time.
“Then finally, I’m going to fuck you. Sink into your sweet, tight little pussy and tell you I’m sorry and that I’ll never ignore you again.”
He flicked her clit hard with his thumb, pressed up even harder on her G-spot, and she went off like a goddamn rocket. Adam took her mouth with a force that surprised her, causing her eyes to flash op
en as he pushed his tongue inside, exploring the contours of her mouth, sucking on her tongue, prolonging her release. She shuddered against him as the climax took hold, ransacking her body and leaving nothing but a helpless pile of jelly in its wake.
“That’s right, Vi. That’s right, baby,” he purred, dipping his head again and taking a nipple back into his mouth. “You come so beautifully. I can’t wait until you pour it all in my mouth.”
Never in a million years when she first met Adam Eastwood did she think this man could talk so dirty. A closet freak is what he was.
When the orgasm finally let go, exiting her body like a demon who had possessed her, she slumped against him, shutting her eyes again and allowing him to guide her down to the bed.
She thought he was going to give her a moment to catch her breath, find her head and come back down to earth, but no. Once she was horizontal, he pulled off her thong, pushed her legs apart and dove in face-first.
Was it orgasm number three or orgasm number four? Maybe it was number five? Violet couldn’t remember, nor did she care. All that she cared about was the fact that the man on his belly with his face between her legs was bringing her more pleasure than she’d had in a very long time, and he was pretty damn relentless about it.
Two long fingers pumped inside her, and a deft, agile and wicked tongue ravished her clit until she couldn’t see straight. So she didn’t bother to see at all. She shut her eyes, pushed her hips up off the bed and let him take her. Over and over and over again, Adam swirled that magnificent tongue of his, lapping up her juices and flinging her off the edge. It wasn’t until he ran that deliciously rough beard of his over her clit, just seconds after she’d come for the umpteenth time, that her eyes flew open and she propped herself up on her elbows.
“Whoa!” Her whole body shook as tiny prickles raked across her.
He pulled his beard away and kissed her inner thigh. “Too much?”
“A little. I mean I liked it, but I’m about ready to pass out.”
“Hmm,” he hummed. “I wasn’t ready to stop, but if you need a break, I suppose we can move on.”
Move on? As in send her home?
He pushed up from where he’d been lying prone on the bed, his whiskers and lips glistening with her arousal.
He wiped his face with the bottom of his shirt, then pulled the entire thing off over his head.
Holy fucking fuck.
Violet just stared.
His mouth drew up into a wily grin as he caught her staring at his stomach.
“I thought you were this big nerd,” she said with a gulp.
He prowled his big frame over her. “I am. I’m a doctor of biology. I love comic books and used to play Dungeons and Dragons, but I also have a brother who owns a gym and a free membership for life. Why not use it?” He hovered above her now, his arms, and what arms they were, muscular and corded, bunched and flexed next to her head.
“Why not indeed.” She reached out and rested her fingers against the hard planes of his abs, feeling them ripple as he planked above her. “These don’t feel real.”
“Zak is a personal trainer. Used me as a guinea pig when he was developing his new fitness routines for a few MMA fighters in the area.”
She licked her lips. “Do you do MMA fighting?”
He shook his head. “Naw, I’m a lover, not a fighter.”
“I’ve noticed.”
“Do you forgive me?” he asked, the possessive and roguish gleam in his eyes fading, being replaced with one of sincerity and hope. “I am really sorry for Thursday. You’re a tattoo on my brain, Vi. I can’t stop thinking about you. Can’t stay away from you. I’ll never give you the cold shoulder again. Never ignore you again.”
A tattoo on his brain.
She felt the exact same way about him.
“Hmm?” The corner of his lip lifted which made the cleft in his chin all the more pronounced. “Do you forgive me?”
Was it even a question? Of course she forgave him. The man had just given her more orgasms than she could count. What was he apologizing for again? Her mind was mush. She could hardly remember what day it was, or her own address.
Her top teeth snagged her bottom lip, and she glanced up at him beneath her lashes. “I don’t know. I was pretty upset. Perhaps you need to do more apologizing.” She couldn’t control the smile that stole across her mouth, especially since his smile was so damn sexy, so damn impish it made her entire body liquefy.
“You might be right,” he said, pushing himself up to his knees, his hands traveling down her sides, her thighs and eventually landing on her ankles. “Though, let’s mix it up a bit, shall we?” He grabbed her hard, and before she could blink, he’d flipped her over to her belly and was guiding her body, encouraging her to push up to her knees. His fingers trailed fire along her skin as he ran them up her folds and through her crease. “Tell me, Violet.” He pushed gently against her anus. “Have you ever been taken here?”
She pressed her cheek into the mattress and tried to steady her breathing. “No.”
Was that a groan?
He pushed a little harder, still not breaching her but threatening to. “Oh, baby. I’d love to take you here. One day if you’d let me.”
She swallowed. Right now, she’d let the man do absolutely anything to her, especially when he was able to make her come as often as she had that night.
He removed his hand, and she heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down. She braced herself on her elbows and sank her teeth back into her bottom lip. Her whole body trembled with anticipation.
A soft warmth ran up and down through her folds, pushing just slightly against her entrance, then retreated and continued on its exploration. He ran the head of his cock up and down her cleft, pushing in just a touch, then pulling away again, teasing her, tormenting her. She wiggled her butt in the air and pressed backward, eager to take all of him, to feel him sink into her and fill her up.
“Patience, Violet,” he purred, leaning forward and nipping her shoulder.
“No. Hard. Fast. Please.” Her words were broken and breathy as her pulse raged inside her ears and her pussy dripped down her inner thigh. The man was a master at seduction but also at torment. She’d probably come without being touched, the anticipation was so damn strong.
“I love how much you want it,” he said. “How much you want my cock inside you.”
“So much,” she panted. “Please. Don’t make me beg.”
She felt the crown of him press against her center again, and she pushed back, desperate to take him, to be consumed.
His chuckle swept across her naked skin, making her tingle all over. “Fuck, Vi.” Then he thrust forward hard, sheathing her, taking all of her.
An involuntary groan bubbled up from deep in her chest, and she let out a slow, satisfying breath. “Finally.”
He laughed again. “I love your honesty.”
His fingers dug into her hips, and he began to pump, long, deep strokes. In all the way, then out, nearly leaving her, but always leaving in the tip, teasing her entrance, swirling the head around her sensitive opening, only to push back in hard, catching her off guard and making her croon like a cat in heat.
She reached down between her legs to find her clit hard and swollen. Then she explored a little farther to where they were connected, to where his thickness split her open, disappearing inside her.
“You like that?” he asked, his breath coming out ragged. “Like feeling my cock as it slips inside you?”
“Yes.”
He removed a hand from her hip and pressed a thumb against her anus. “Gonna take you here one day, beautiful. You’re going to love it.”
She probably would. If Adam did anal the way he everything else, she would probably be begging him to take her there.
His hands planted on the mounds of her ass cheeks and he squeezed them, pulling on the muscles to give himself leverage as he continued to piston in and out of her. “Getting close, Vi.”
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bsp; “Me too.”
Knock. Knock.
Was that in her head?
Knock. Knock. “Daddy?”
NO!
Adam stilled behind her. Violet stilled beneath him.
“Daddy?” Mira’s voice sounded on the verge of crying. She knocked again, this time with more vigor, more determination. “Daddy!”
“Fuck!” Adam pulled out of her. She flipped over on to her back and watched him pull up his jeans. His blue eyes were full of panic as he made his way to the door.
Violet scanned the room for somewhere to hide. He didn’t have a master bathroom, and the closet wasn’t a walk-in. He didn’t even have long drapes she could hide behind. So she did the only thing she could think of. She rolled off the bed.
Her belly hit the floor just as clothes, her clothes, flew down from the sky and landed on her head. Then she heard the door open.
“Can I sleep in your bed, Daddy?” Mira asked, perched on Adam’s lap on the edge of his bed. She had a stuffed animal under each arm, her water bottle in one hand and a flashlight in the other.
“No, honey. You know the drill. You sleep in your bed, I sleep in my bed, unless you’re sick.”
Mira forced a palpably fake cough. “But I am sick. I need medicine.”
Adam rolled his eyes at his cunning four-year-old. “You’re not sick. Did you have a bad dream?”
She shook her head.
“Then what is wrong?”
Her bottom lip jutted out into a pout, and she buried her face in his neck. “I just don’t feel happy.”
Adam groaned. His little cock blocker.
Poor Violet. She was naked on his bedroom floor, hiding behind his bed. Here he’d brought her over to apologize to her, start something between them, and instead he had her hiding. Not the best start to a new relationship, that’s for sure.
“What can I do to get you to go back to bed?” he asked, hoping that her list of demands wasn’t a mile long like it normally was. “Back to your own bed?”
“I want my Warmy warmed up.” She grabbed one of the stuffies from under her arm and pushed it into Adam’s chest. It was one of those microwavable bean bags in the shape of a fox.
