by Alexis Anne
I shook my head. I wasn’t mad at him. I was kinda mad at myself but that was for a whole host of reasons that began with eavesdropping and ended with wanting to know everything there ever was to know about Adam.
He stepped inside and leaned against the door. “I’m sorry. That was kind of a big phone call and I just didn’t know what to do…where the line was with us.”
That was fair. “I understand.”
“No,” he shook his head and came to kneel on the floor in front of me. “I don’t think you do. My gut instinct was to take that call with my arm around you. I wanted you there. I wanted you to already know that I was expecting the call. I don’t want to keep things from you, but I totally and completely respect the boundaries you’ve laid out. It was a split second decision and I erred on the side of caution.”
“Tell me what’s going on!” I blurted out and grabbed his t-shirt by the collar, pulling him so that we were nose to nose. “I can’t take it! I heard your phone call the other night and I just eavesdropped on this one, too. Apparently, when it comes to you, all bets are off and I want to know everything.”
Adam grinned like an idiot. “Really? Because I’m pretty sure if I don’t tell someone I’m going to lose my shit.”
“Really. Tell me.”
He carefully sat down on the bed beside me, taking entirely too much time to settle onto the mattress. “I just verbally accepted a job on Team Mercedes. I’m leaving the concept team.”
That sounded kind of huge. “So you’ll be designing race cars instead of the cars of the future?”
“Sort of,” he was giddy. “It’s not entirely different and a lot of the race cars incorporate the stuff we design anyway, ahead of production cars. That call I took the other night? They were having a hard time getting the cars to adjust to the track in Singapore. The handling was way off on one and the speed wasn’t there on the other. The team couldn’t get the cars right, so Raif called me. He already had the job offer on the table and damn did I want to take it, but I love my job. I wasn’t going to leave it unless it was the right fit.”
“I’m guessing you helped? They ran great today.”
Adam looked like a proud parent. “I did.”
“Is that what you’ll be doing? Problem solving?”
He shrugged. “Mostly. I have a unique set of skills I can bring to the team from all different sides of the car and the engine.”
We were both quiet for a few beats. Adam had just dropped a bomb full of information that was hard to process. “So what does this mean for you? Will you be travelling with the team or based out of Germany still?”
He shook his head and let out a slow breath. “That’s the thing. I’m moving. Crap…I’m moving.”
I laughed at the perplexed look on his face. “And where are you moving to, exactly?”
He smiled. “The UK. The team is based out of Brackley.”
Was everyone in my life moving to England? “Travel?” Why did this feel so important to know?
“I’m not sure of all the details, but I imagine I’ll be with the team a lot.”
Adam was going to be travelling the world. Formula 1 raced everywhere. “Congrats.” Why did my heart hurt? That feeling of lead was back in my belly and my words sounded desperate, not happy, the way they should be.
Adam locked eyes with me. Whatever it was that I was feeling—he could see it, far more clearly than I could. He was studying me, processing what he saw and deciding what to do with it. I held my breath. Why couldn’t I understand these feelings? Surely I was smart enough to figure out how I felt about Adam. Or maybe I was too emotionally stunted to ever be normal.
Adam blinked and his eyes lit up. A smile pulled at the corners of his lips. I completely lost my train of thought as my heart skipped a beat.
That was when Adam tackled me backward onto the bed. “Thanks. We should celebrate.”
Chapter 8
Sunday night
“Let me see the other box. Please?” Adam was begging. It was beautiful. We’d celebrated his new job and then spent the rest of the afternoon watching football and eating pizza, keeping things light and super simple. But now, it was time for some exercise.
I shrugged my shoulders. Damn it was fun to tease him now that I knew he liked the torture so much. “I don’t think I will. I’d rather you use the rest of the toys in my first box.”
His eyebrows shot up and I got a little rise of satisfaction out of knowing he was already hard. “All of them?” His voice dropped two octaves.
I pulled off my shirt and slid belly-down across the sheet. “Start with one and work your way up from there. Let’s take it one step at a time and see how far we get. There’s always tomorrow.”
I’d never seen a man move so fast. He was naked and holding the box beside me in about three seconds flat. He massaged my bare ass with one hand as he laid out one toy after another. There may have even been a giggle of glee. I rolled my eyes.
But I was getting off on the anticipation. I had no idea what Adam was going to do to me. I liked the idea that it was a mystery. I trusted him completely when it came to my pleasure. Although that was a little bit of a lie. I trusted him completely, not just in bed. Seven days was all I needed to know who Adam was as a person, and he was a really good person.
“Do you want me to tell you what I’m doing or keep it a mystery?”
A shiver raced over my skin and I had to close my eyes against the excitement that was running through me just at the idea of Adam doing things to me. “Start mysterious?”
He took a deep breath. A really long, deep breath, and let it out slowly. “Oh fuck, I’m so hard right now.”
Now I had to giggle. We were like kids in a really, really dirty toy store.
“Could you possibly get up on your knees for me?”
I grabbed a pillow and moved up onto my knees, elbows down and ass up in the air. My mind raced with possibilities. This was so much more fun than doing it all to myself.
A cool steel ball pressed at the entrance to my wet sex. I sucked in a breath but I loved the way the cold was shocking against the heat of my body. He slowly pushed it inside before surprising me with the cold from the second ball. The first ball moved deeper inside me as Adam pushed the second one in, both moving over sensitive, wonderful, arousing parts of my body.
“How’s that?” he whispered hoarsely. I’d made him speechless.
Fantastic. “Feels good.”
He tugged on the silver flange tied to the end of the strings, drawing the balls back to my entrance, before letting go. They slid slowly deep back inside. This time the ache inside me was for totally understandable, sexual reasons.
“So, so hot to watch them disappear,” he whispered. I liked how barely controlled he sounded.
“Not too bad to feel, either.”
He groaned. What was next?
Cool silicone hit my breasts as Adam affixed the nipple ticklers to my skin and then turned them on low. This time I was the one groaning at the rough, wonderful sensation of the tiny fingers circling my nipples.
Then he tugged on the balls again and my whole body pulsed. And ached for more.
Sweet Jesus I wanted more. Anything that would push all the confusing thoughts and feelings from my brain and leave my mind deliciously blank.
Adam massaged my ass and hips with both his hands for several seconds before he asked the question I knew was coming next. “You said it was only a sometimes kinda toy…how would you feel if I put this in your ass?” He wiggled the butt plug in front of my face.
I wiggled my ass. “Yes, please.” God I wanted it all. I wanted to be full. I wanted to feel the throbbing everywhere.
Adam poured some lubricant on the toy and then me before gently beginning the process of pushing it inside. It was a very small toy in the grand scheme of things. Something I’d ordered on a whim one night when I was bored with everything in my box and more than a little curious what the big deal was. It had sat in my box for se
veral weeks before I even pulled it out. But when I finally did, I was shocked to realize how much I enjoyed the little extra it added to my play.
I sucked in a breath as it slid all the way inside, coming to an abrupt stop. Adam massaged my hips and cheeks all over again. His breathing was getting deeper and faster with occasional little groans of pleasure.
He was such a considerate lover. Seriously, how had I accidentally wound up sitting next to him at the bar? It had to be a gift from the sex gods.
“How’s that?”
Since this wasn’t a toy I played with very often, it bit a little on the way in, but now that it was in position, held in place by the large flange at its base, I felt fuller. And like something was slowly cranking up the volume on my level of arousal. My skin heated and my arms started shaking a little as I held myself up. “Fantastic. Now give me more.” I could still think straight so it wasn’t enough.
He chuckled low in his chest. “Like this?” He pulled on the balls again. They massaged me from the inside out as they moved back and forth, creating a pocket of warmth low in my belly. I was getting wetter by the minute. The blood was pooling and throbbing. The balls weren’t nearly enough.
“No. I want more.”
I heard Adam’s breath catch and his hands faltered for a moment. Then he tugged on the balls and there were two soft pops as they were pulled free of my body. I felt achingly empty without them and ready for something else.
Adam disappeared for a moment and returned with a small stack of washcloths, placing the balls on one and setting the stack beside the box. A moment later something cool pressed into me and I knew it had to be the glass dildo. Adam slid it inside very slowly, the smooth, cool surface like liquid as it glided against my skin.
Adam’s breathing was erratic now. It matched mine. We were both barely contained by the overwhelming sexuality of the experience. Every sensitive inch that could be stimulated on me was humming. I was vibrating with electricity. It tingled over my skin and powered through my veins, infecting Adam who, as usual, was torturing himself with watching.
“This is the most gorgeous sex toy I’ve ever seen. It’s perfect for you,” Adam murmured.
I bought it more for the visual than anything else. It was just beautiful. Clear, polished, phallic beauty. It could be heated or cooled for an added effect which was quite fun to play with from time to time… but today it was just regular, cool glass. He slid it in and out several times before leaving it deep inside me and massaging my backside again. The action was just enough to move everything at once—the plug, the dildo, and every liquid covered inch of skin—kicking my arousal up another notch.
I sighed. It was a glorious feeling to be so full. But it still wasn’t quite what I wanted. I needed more. “Try something else.” I quaked from the inside out, craving something to push back against the throbbing below and obliterate the last of my thoughts.
Adam murmured something that sounded like, “Oh, hell yeah.” I was glad he was having fun. That was the point of all of this, but it almost felt like there was something missing. Or even a barrier separating us. I didn’t like that.
I was empty for a moment and the room was incredibly quiet before Adam came back to me. “How about this?” he asked as he licked at my core with his tongue.
I gasped at the sudden soft warmth between my legs and shuddered with relief. Better. Adam’s tongue was damn near the best thing I’d ever had inside me. His cock was obviously the best, but his tongue? A very close second. I almost came right then, especially when he massaged my clit with his palm, but I wasn’t ready. I wanted to draw this out longer now that I had a connection with Adam back.
“I take it you liked that? That was a pretty impressive groan, Gorgeous.”
His voice was like a soft, calming wave over my skin. “Yes. More please.” More of that.
“Well, I certainly can’t say no to a woman who’s letting me play with her toys.”
I rolled my eyes, but forgot everything the moment his tongue slid back inside me, obliterating everything but him in my world.
He worked me right up to the brink of orgasm and then stopped. And I knew what was coming next. I craved it. The bed shifted as Adam changed position, kneeling behind me. My sex pulsed in anticipation. It was hot and needy. So empty without anything inside. The plug was a strange throbbing my brain couldn’t quite place. This was going to be just about all I could handle, so before Adam entered me, I disengaged the ticklers and tossed them aside just as his hands softly gripped my hips.
The sound of his heavy breaths was the only thing I could hear. My body was tuned to Adam’s, heated and waiting for his cock. It was as if all of that play had been a lead-up to the moment we would physically connect. As if the separation I felt earlier was its own kind of twisted foreplay. All in order to make this, the moment he slid into me, even more earth shattering.
Adam pushed into me slowly, knowing that the combination of his size and the plug might be too much for me to handle. And sure enough, it was a lot to process. My mind went blank as it tried to understand the feelings washing through me. Good and tight. Painful, but not too painful. I was hyper sensitized and even the air seemed to be too much for me to feel.
I’d played like this before with my dildo, but it was very different to have a real cock inside—moving, warm and insistent. I felt like I was coming apart at the seams. I was sweating and panting and shaking.
“Oh fuck,” Adam swore, wrapping one of his arms firmly around my waist as he shuddered. “I’m not going to last long like this.”
It didn’t matter. He’d already gotten me close enough that the added fullness was more than I could handle. As his cock slid all the way into me, locking us together, my orgasm hit. I’d never felt anything quite like it. It was fast and exciting. A powerful little orgasm. I yelled out and Adam came right along with me. My inner muscles squeezing him tight, his arm holding me in place. It was overwhelming in the best way possible. I ached. I finally felt free again. My mind was gloriously empty. And when my body was done wringing out every ounce of pleasure, I finally felt satisfied.
Adam pulled out slowly. Then I leaned down on my elbows as he pulled out my handy little toy. “Well, I’d say that calls for a nice hot shower,” I mumbled through the haze as I collapsed onto the bed.
“Let me get it started,” Adam was still panting pretty hard. He looked a little dazed.
“Hey,” I called him back to me as I rolled to the edge of the bed. “You alright?”
He nodded and let out a slow breath before kissing me quickly. “I’m amazing. That was…well I don’t think fun is an appropriate word.”
“Good. I had fun, too.”
“Good. Now let me get the shower going. If I sit down, I’m not getting back up for at least an hour.”
I quickly cleaned up and let Adam have the shower. The poor guy was having trouble standing. I was just toweling off my hair when my phone rang.
Maybe it was the timing—late on a Sunday evening after I’d already talked to both Lily and Allison—but I knew before I looked at my phone that it wasn’t good news. The hair on my arm stood on end and dread swelled low in my belly as I pulled a fresh t-shirt over my head and grabbed my phone off the dresser.
Edita was flashing across the screen. I held the ringing phone to my forehead and took a long, deep breath before mashing the answer button. “Hey.”
“Hey,” her soft voice replied. “So, this isn’t a social call.”
When did lawyers ever call on Sunday nights for fun? Obviously this was bad news. “Fuck.”
“I’ll give you three guesses why I’m calling and the first two don’t count.”
Apparently wishing my old life away wasn’t going to work. “It was nothing.”
“There’s video. It’s not nothing. Why didn’t you call me? You know I hate hearing about this shit from your parent’s lawyer. I play offense, not defense.”
Edita had always been my lawyer. She’d been with
me through everything. She was good people. “I really didn’t think it was that big of a deal.”
“Unfortunately that isn’t the case. Your picture and the video of Adam Callaway holding Kevin Lindt down have both gone viral.”
“I’m guessing I have Cybil to thank for that.”
Edita grumbled on the other end of the line. “I have no proof of how they went from circulating the social media sites to the entertainment networks, but it was Smitty, so my money is on Cybil.” Smitty was my mother’s go-to sleezeball for ‘leaking’ pictures and rumors to the press. Most likely Kevin sent my mother the pictures and video and Cybil, seeing a prime opportunity for publicity in the thick of her fall season, had leaked it to Smitty. Fuck.
“It is clear that this wasn’t planned or on purpose, but it does trigger the clause in your agreement with your parents. They have requested a meeting for information.”
There weren’t enough swear words for what I was feeling. I could barely breathe. A meeting with my parents. I’d successfully avoided being in the same room with them for two straight, glorious years. “I’ll book a flight.”
“See that’s the thing. You don’t need to.”
“What?”
“I know. I’m worried, too. They are being very flexible and agreeable. It’s freaking me out.”
Typically meetings took place in Edita’s office in New York. “Where? When?”
“Roger has requested a sit-down in a public restaurant in Fayetteville. He’s giving a lecture there tomorrow. He’s agreed to wear a hat and eat at an off time in order to avoid being recognized. He’s even given you the choice of time.”
“So weird.” My parents were never accommodating.
“I’ve already put Andres on a plane.” Andres was my favorite bodyguard. He accompanied me on every trip and every meeting with my parents. “He’ll be at the bar watching in case you need him. Can Allison go with you?”
“No, she’s in London,” I replied quietly, wishing she were here.
“Crap. What about Adam?” Then her voice dropped to a near whisper. “Are you two dating?”
