A.D.I.D.A.S.: Get Some Series

by Love, Frankie

  When I get home, I jump in the shower, trying not to overthink every damn detail about the day. About the night ahead of us. If Jo shows up. Knowing her, she might back out just like she did with the karaoke. But God, I hope like hell that’s not the case. My cock hopes so too. I wrap my fist around my length thinking about her curves in that sexy as hell jumpsuit, and I jerk off, needing to come hard so that when I sink my cock inside her virgin pussy, I don’t come in two fucking seconds. I want it to be perfect. Jo deserves perfection. Hell, she deserves the whole damn world.

  Wrapping a towel around my waist, I grab my phone and order takeout. Jo gets hangry easily on low-key days, and after the rush she felt in the sky today, she might not realize what her body needs. When the doorbell rings, I expect the delivery guy, but it’s not her favorite Thai food waiting at my doorstep. It’s her. Here. Finally.

  “Thank God,” I say, looking her over. She’s in a summery dress that hits her mid-thigh, flip flops, her skin is sun-kissed, and she doesn’t wear a stitch of makeup. Her brown hair is loose around her shoulders, past her elbows. I’ve wanted to run my hands through it for so damn long ... tonight I will. “I thought you might back out.”

  She pats my bare chest. “You’re really holding onto this karaoke thing, aren’t you?”

  “I’ll let it go if you sing me a song now.”

  Her head falls back, and she laughs. “Not happening.”

  “A guy can try,” I say, holding open the door and letting her into my townhouse. I see a delivery guy pulling up in his car and I walk over to the table that holds my keys and wallet. I hand her fifty bucks. “Considering I’m mostly naked, can you grab the food while I dress?”

  She nods and I head to my room, opening a drawer to grab a pair of sweats as she pays. I drop the towel to dress, only to hear Jo coughing behind me.

  “Ahem,” she says. “Now there’s a view I’ve been dying to see.”

  I turn to her, naked as a bear and I laugh. “I never see this side of you, Jo. It’s like invasion of the body snatchers.”

  She walks toward me. “What do you mean?”

  “You’ve never been so ... forward is all. You’ve always been so ...reserved. So shy. So—”

  She cuts me off. “Not true. You see me like the girl I was fifteen years ago, when you thought I might not make it through surgery. But I’m not that girl anymore. I know what I want ... who I want. You’ve just told yourself a story about me and have never considered the fact I grew up.”

  I run a hand over my jaw, my cock between my legs and my eyes only on her. “You look pretty fucking grown up now.”

  She twists her lips. “Yeah, but you never even noticed when I got boobs, when my booty—”

  Now it’s my turn to cut her off. “I noticed Jo. God, everyone noticed.”

  “Everyone? Hardly. No one ever asks me out.”

  “Because I told them they’d have to fight me first.”

  Her eyes widen. “You’re the reason my dating life has always been so abysmal?”

  I smirk, stepping toward her, wrapping my arms around her waist like I’ve dreamed of doing for far too long. “Might have something to do with it. But I think you pushed those guys away as much as I did.”

  “And why would I do that, Luca?” she asks with bated breath, her eyelashes fluttering as I run my hands over her back.

  “Because you’ve been waiting for me.”

  She runs her hands over my shoulders, on her tiptoes, so close to the kiss we both crave. “I’ve been waiting for so long.”

  I kiss her then, hard, with her in my arms. I lift the hem of her dress, needing to feel her skin, her ass in my hand. Needing to touch the woman I’ve been dying to fuck for as long as I knew what fucking was.

  “My scar,” she says, pressing her hand to her chest. “It’s not pretty.”

  “It’s okay,” I tell her, hating to see this pain in her eyes as she traces the scar from her open heart surgery. “And I’ve seen it, when you’ve worn swimsuits, in certain tops. I know you, Jo.”

  “It’s different though, because you are so picture perfect. And I’m not.”

  “What are you talking about, Joanne? You’re perfect just the way you are. Don’t hide any part of yourself.” I pull her dress off, wanting her bare skin against my own. Her tits are perfect, big globes, perky and so fucking full. They are pushed up in a lacy red bra, and hell, I don’t waste my time unhooking it and letting it fall to the ground. I lean down, kissing her nipples, hard little buds of pleasure. Her skin is so sweet, her tits so big my cock grows hard and thick as I massage them. “God they’re perfect.”

  “Oh Luca,” she moans, closing her eyes as if she isn’t sure. I lift her off the ground, and carry her to my bed, knowing I will do what it takes to make her understand that her beauty is unmatched. She’s a goddamn goddess and tonight I want to make her mine.

  I place her on the bed, taking in her narrow waist, her wide hips and her round ass and God, I want to lick and kiss every inch of her skin.

  “You are so much man,” she tells me, her long hair flowing around her delicate face, her eyes shining up at me. “So much ... cock.”

  I laugh, she keeps surprising me. And maybe she’s right, I have put her in a box, a cocoon for far too long. Scared she might break, when in fact, after seeing her skydive today, I’m realizing she knows her own strength.

  “You’ll like it, I promise.” I stroke my shaft, and she licks her lips. Our bodies so damn greedy for what’s to come. “But let me get you out of these panties, little butterfly.”

  I ease the lace thong over her hips and I groan, taking in her bare pussy, and I kneel at the edge of the bed, pulling her ass closer, spreading her knees so I can get a nice and perfect taste of her sweet little cunt.

  “God, you look so good,” I tell her, growling with want. “So fucking tight and wet.”

  “You like the way it looks? I’ve never...I mean I haven’t...” She pulls up on her elbows. “You were right when you said I hadn’t been kissed. I haven’t done anything. Been with anyone.”

  “I know, butterfly. But I’m here now, and I know what you need.”

  “I know you do, Luca.” She gives me a smile that’s so full of trust, my chest squeezes. “You’ve always known what I needed.”

  And right now, what she needs is me.

  “Tell me, Jo, how often do you tease your little cunt?”

  She takes a sharp breath as I run my finger up and down her wet slit. “Most nights.”

  I groan, spreading her pussy lips and tickling her tender clit with the tip of my finger, another finger pressed in her tight hole. “You’re telling me that most nights you’re alone in your bed, your hand between your legs, getting yourself off?”

  She nods. “Thinking of you, Luca. Always thinking of you.”

  “Fuck, Jo,” I moan, dipping my mouth to her pussy and tasting her for myself. Sweet as honey, and so fucking wet, I lick her hard and good, her legs wrapping around my neck as I taste my girl.

  She loves it. She whimpers loudly and I love it, hearing the sound of the girl I’ve wanted since I was a kid moaning my name, as if I am the only man she wants. It gets my cock all riled up, hard as a hammer and ready to pound. And I will. She knows it and I know and there is no holding back. I finger her cunt harder, needing to spread her open so she can handle all of me. The last thing I ever want to do is hurt the girl who has my fucking heart.

  “I need more,” she whispers as I finger her, as I press my mouth to her dripping entrance, licking her up nice and good until she’s at the edge, crying out my name as I get her past the point of no return. As I bring her to the place she begs me to take. I won’t let her down.

  Her sweet virgin cunt comes hard against my mouth and I lick up all her juice as it drips. God, she tastes good and feels good too. Tight and warm and my cock aches to sink inside of her, take her in my arms.

  And fuck her until the sun comes up.

  Chapter Six

&nbs
p; Joanne

  Sure, I’ve gotten myself off before, but never like this. Never in a way that brings literal tears to my eyes, and it’s hard to breathe as Luca takes me past the edge of what my body has ever felt before ... my toes curl knowing that there is so much more in store.

  He moves up from the floor, towering over me with a possessive look in his eyes. A look I know so well. It stirs something deep in my soul and I let down every last guard I’ve held up since I decided to come here tonight. To give him my body - knowing he already has my heart.

  Now, he has all of me if he wants it. And as he takes my hand, guiding me to his thick cock, I know that right now, it’s all he is hoping for. All he desires. All he craves. Me. Me. All of me.

  He knows it, and I know it and so there is no need to wait, to second guess or hesitate. We go all in, heart, mind, soul. His cock is long and thick, velvety yet hard and a smile spreads across my face, my body awake in a way it never has been before.

  “You okay, butterfly?” He runs his hand over my forehead, pushing back my hair.

  “More than okay ... I’m ready.”

  He kisses me again, a kiss that holds so many memories my tender heart aches and the world becomes a blur. In this moment, all I see is Luca and me. He begins to fill me up, slowly, patiently, as I moan, arching my back, my knees dropping to the bed as I breathe in and out, accepting him. All of him. The way he has always accepted me.

  When his cock fills me, I wrap all of myself around him, arms and legs, and I hold on tight. I cling to him - the man who has always been by my side, never given me a reason to believe he wanted more than a friendship, but maybe deep down we’ve both been waiting, biding our time for the right moment. For this moment.

  And now it’s here.

  “Oh Luca,” I moan as he moves inside of me. “Don’t stop.”

  He smiles down at me, dimples and chiseled jaw and so much perfection, my pussy melts more than it already has for him. “I couldn’t stop if I tried, butterfly.”

  We don’t stop, we move together in a rhythm that’s only ours, to a soundtrack no one else could hear. And when he is ready to come, he kisses me hard, my body prickling with a new wave of desire, ready to come alongside him. When we’re both close to the edge, we let go, and it’s like jumping out of the plane all over again - he holds on to me in the exact same way, and I know I’m safe in his arms.

  I orgasm, my body shaking, my pussy dripping, my body wet with sweat and tears with my release.

  And I freefall, knowing he will catch me. He does.

  * * *

  “Did it hurt?” Luca asks, tilting my chin with his thumb and studying me.

  I could drown in his eyes. Dark pools of sexiness that make my heart skip a beat and my core clench greedily. Already, I want more of him.

  “Not like I thought. It hurt in a good way,” I murmur, stretching, my body aching in the most delicious way. “That was...incredible.”

  “Yeah, it was.” He presses his forehead against mine, and I feel his tension return. “We should talk...”

  A lump forms in my throat, because I know the tone he’s using, and it never means anything good.

  “Yeah, sure,” I say, pushing away from him.

  He releases me with some hesitation, and I gather my clothes and start to get dressed. “Look, this thing between us—”

  “I get it, Luca. I know what this is. You don’t have to worry about me getting all clingy or sentimental. It was just sex. Right?” Every emotion in my heart is screaming at my brain. I’m saying things I don’t feel, a protective shell covering me. It’s like I’m wrapping myself up in a cocoon of my own making, refusing to be hurt.

  “If that’s what you want it to be.” He’s frowning at me when I turn back to him.

  “This doesn’t have to change anything. Friends have sex all the time.”

  He grunts. “I don’t know about that.”

  “You obviously don’t read enough books,” I tease, trying to lighten the mood, but I can feel the shift already. Both of us pulling back. Fast.

  He pulls on his pants. “And what happens in these books of yours?”

  I can feel the heat creep into my cheeks, because in those books, the girl always gets the guy in the end. But this isn’t fiction, it’s real life, and the fact of the matter is most people don’t get fairy tale endings.

  Even my own parents, as hard as they try, I know they fell out of love with each other years ago. They just stick with each other because it’s the easy thing to do. Luca’s parents are even more of a mess. His mom left them a long time ago, and I don’t remember the last time I saw his dad without a beer in his hand.

  But just because our own families weren’t perfect, it doesn’t have to mean we can’t have something better, right?

  I sigh, knowing in my heart that as much as I love Luca, he’ll never want the same things I do. He’s made it clear for years that he doesn’t do relationships ... it’s one of the reasons I’ve never let myself get attached to the idea of us. He friend-zoned me ages ago.

  “Why don’t you read a romance novel and find out,” I tease him, knowing he never will.

  He grunts and pulls me toward him, kissing my nose. “Maybe I will.”

  My stomach does that flip flop thing it always does whenever he’s close.

  “Are you hungry?” Luca asks, those dark eyes searching mine. “The Thai food is probably cold, but we can warm it up.”

  “A little bit,” I admit, my hands on his bare chest. It’s strange standing here in his arms, but it feels so right, like it’s the only place I belong. “But I told Aylee that I’d stop by her place later.”

  Luca frowns. “You’re leaving?”

  “Isn’t tonight your night with the guys, anyway? Isn’t there a poker game at Nash’s?”

  “I can cancel.” His hands are on me, roaming over my back, causing my skin to tingle with the promise of pleasure I know he can give me. He leans closer and brushes his lips against mine, soft, sweet, and full of more promises than just physical pleasure. “Stay. Tonight. Don’t go.”

  I swallow and nod, knowing I should leave, that staying overnight is just going to let hope blossom even more in my chest. But the new me is all about risks, right?

  And yet as I let him strip off my clothes again, I can’t help but think that falling in love with Luca is like jumping out of a plane without a parachute on.

  Chapter Seven

  Luca

  When I wake up, I can still smell Jo’s scent, feel the warmth of her body where she’d slept nuzzled against my chest. But she’s gone, a note on the kitchen table, letting me know she had to go to be at the store early today.

  You looked so cute sleeping, I didn’t want to wake you up.

  Plus, you were snoring like a bear, so I figured you needed your sleep.

  Gone to the store for an early delivery.

  Last night was fun.

  ~ A.D.I.D.A.S.

  I chuckle, but I can’t help but feel a bit disappointed. I had plans of making her breakfast in bed, of having a repeat of the night before. I’ve never had a girl sleep over before. Not that Jo is any girl, she’s...fuck, I don’t exactly know what she is. But I do know there’s no way I’m ever letting her go.

  I may not be the man she ever dreamed about being with. The hero that’s written about in all those romance books she reads. But maybe I can be.

  A smile tugs at my lips as I get dressed, knowing what I need to do. On my way to Adrenaline Rush, I stop at the local grocery store and grab a few of those bodice ripper paperbacks by the card section. I feel the cashier’s eyes on me as she rings them up and then at the half-naked men on the covers, before raising a brow and scanning them. But I don’t care, refusing even to blush. Because this isn’t about this cashier ... it’s about being the man Jo is dreaming of. Right now, I think I’m a hell of a way off.

  When I get to Adrenaline Rush Nash pounces. “So what happened last night? Pax says you and Jo couldn’t keep your
hands off one another.”

  “Why does Pax work here again?” I ask, laughing.

  “Because I bring the donuts, motherfucker,” he says, walking in with a box of donuts from Old-Fashioned Girls, a local bakery. “Anyone make coffee yet?”

  Jac comes out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee and we all file in, getting our own cup of Joe. Jo. God, my head and my cock are all twisted up in thoughts of her. I wish we had stayed in bed all day ... and for another night. Being with her ruined me for all other girls. It wasn’t just her big tits and virgin pussy that make my balls ache. It’s the gentle way she explored my body, touching me with such tender strokes it made me realize I may have fucked women before but I sure as hell have never made love to any of them.

  “What’s the deal with Luca?” Terrance asks, coming into the conversation late.

  “He hooked up with Jo,” Pax says grabbing a maple bar.

  “Don’t,” I warn.,

  “What?” Pax laughs. He’s a big guy with tattoos and I don’t want to get on his bad side - but when it comes to Joanne, he doesn't want to get on mine.

  “Jo isn’t just anyone. She’s my best friend,” I tell him.

  “I get it, man,” Pax says, nodding.

  “So you didn't sleep with her?” Nash asks, one brow raised.

  I run a hand over my jaw, not wanting to kiss and tell, but apparently not saying anything says it all.

  “Shit.” Terrance blows out a breath. “If you slept with your oldest friend, that means this is serious.”

  “What do you mean?” I ask, knowing Jo doesn’t want serious with a man who has never been in a real relationship.

  “You can’t go back to what you were before,” Terrance says. “Either you’re together or the friendship you had is ruined.”