The Book of Adam and Jo: an Interracial Literary Romance

by C. L. Donley

  “My stuff almost takes up the whole room,” was the last thing that was said before a knowing quiet enveloped them. Adam took the two steps it took to get across the tiny room in front of her.

  “No running water?” Jo asked.

  “There’s a rain barrel attached to the gutters.”

  “But no plumbing.”

  “No.”

  “How do you… poop?” she wondered.

  “I made a little outhouse. In the woods.”

  “That’s so gross. Tell me you at least have toilet paper.”

  He smiled a little bit and took another step towards her.

  “Never would’ve pegged you as a nervous talker,” he said. Jo swallowed.

  “I’m not,” she eeked out, meeting his unflinching gaze.

  “Then is this your way of telling me you have to take a dump?” he asked, trying to break this sudden development of ice. He wasn’t sure why she was suddenly feeling nervous, but he couldn’t deny how much it turned him on.

  “My guts do feel a little shifty now that you mention it,” she said as Adam grabbed Jo by the hips in front of him and sat down on the bed.

  Seeing Adam’s little love shack for the first time caused Jo’s sudden onset of nervous talking. She wasn’t sure she’d ever been so nervous before. Not even her first boyfriend, whom she loved, gave her this many butterflies the first time. Chris had given her a grand speech for their first time, and she was so touched that she didn’t even notice that he hadn’t even spent a dime, in either money or effort.

  Adam’s worst seemed so much better than the best she’d ever been given, and the whole thing was turning her around something awful.

  Adam sat down and took off his dirty workboots and placed them under the bed. Then he parted his legs so that Jo could stand between them.

  She was wearing virtually the same outfit she wore the day they met. A flowery button-up shirt, but the same low hanging jeans and tank top underneath. A fitting choice, he thought, as his hands found her mocha skin underneath her shirt. He lifted it a bit and instantly his mouth made a beeline for her belly button. Jo put her hands in his long hair to keep herself from teetering as she tilted her head back, the first onset of arousal shocking her system.

  He unbuttoned her jeans, put his big hands up and down the back of her thighs, and his big face reveled in her soft middle a moment longer before he was tugging at the sides of her pants, peeling them down. She stepped out of her casual boots and then her jeans, leaving them inside out on the floor.

  Their breath began filling up the quiet and Adam broke away to slowly remove his shirt layers, prolonging the sight of Jo’s bare legs and flowery panties as long as possible. While he was hypnotized by Jo’s body, Jo was compulsively eyeing that menacing emblem on his right arm, moving with every flex of his musculature. She expected to look back at Adam at any moment and confront his icy blue stare, catching her gawking at it. But he was still too preoccupied with the sight of Jo’s bottom half to notice.

  He suddenly stood up and removed her outer shirt so that she was only in her white tank top and panties. He grabbed her and growled like he was a big yeti and she squealed at the tickling sensation of his mouth on her neck as he picked her up off the ground slightly.

  Jo was delightfully a bit more dense than he expected but he still was able to pick her up with ease and drop her onto the bed like a caveman while she squealed in laughter. She sat up on one elbow and watched Adam’s hands make quick work of his belt buckle and shed his jeans, reticent to meet his gaze. His charcoal-grey boxer briefs stopped her in her tracks and had her biting her lip in anticipation.

  It was the first time she could truly see what he was working with since that random night at his house when she’d nearly given in and ignored her better judgment.

  The imprint of his erection along the side indicated that taking all his length would be a challenge… but not impossible.

  She’d been fantasizing for a week about wrestling around with Adam, trying to find a pleasurable position for both of them, starting and stopping and being pushed to her absolute limit.

  He joined her in bed and let out a contented sigh that made her snicker with nervousness as he grabbed her like a big bear and started to kiss everywhere he could. They’d foolishly tried to mince words in an effort to stay away from dangerous concepts like “love” and “us” and “feel.” But once their eyes connected as he put his hand on her bare waist, it instantly turned her expression sober, and it turned out words were the least of their problems. Every look, touch, groan, smile, nuzzle or tease was worth a thousand by itself. It made ignoring their implications all but impossible.

  She was determined not to cry. Not to embarrass herself during her first time in front of her partner as she had done two other times now. Though she shouldn’t care what Adam thought of her or her emotional state. She shouldn’t care that he found out how long and how much she’d needed to be wanted, to be fucked. And she shouldn’t care to hear his flagrant opinion about it. Again, the point of the weekend.

  “Adam… I really need this,” she whispered during a potent bout of quietness, hoping that was enough to explain whatever uncontrollable thing she did next. He looked up at her from his position looking up at her from her belly. He urged her tanktop up and over her head.

  No pressure, he thought. He was pretty sure he had this in the bag, but Jo’s words made a deep pit in his stomach as his own selfish need all but melted away without hesitation. Underneath her bra revealed a written tattoo that trailed the underside of her breasts. Adam gulped.

  “There’s no way you need this more than I do, Jo,” his low voice rumbled.

  “Wanna bet?” she lowly teased with a smirk.

  Adam lived to be teased by Jo. It always made his cock do a double-take and now he didn’t have to fight it anymore.

  “I will rip these panties into two pieces, JoAnn,” he warned her. She laughed.

  “Don’t do that,” she meekly replied, a response he’d heard before. She lifted her hips so she could pull down her underwear with her thumbs, which she discarded at the edge of the bed. She took advantage of the moment to grab the condoms out of her bag, giving Adam a nice view of her ass while she leaned over the bed to reach it. She tossed Adam the box.

  “Damn!” he said when he saw the size of the box.

  “Uh-huh. No excuses,” Jo read his mind. He laughed.

  “How much did this set you back?”

  “Not as much as a baby,” she said. “You can go in half, if you want.”

  Adam removed his underwear unceremoniously, his lengthy erect cock bobbing around like a water buoy. His balls were smaller than she would’ve thought. Tight and compact.

  The sudden sight of Adam’s full package was a bit of a shock. Even in her only vaguely aroused state, she couldn’t deny it was as gorgeous as the man. But she felt a bit disappointed that he didn’t feel the need for more ceremony.

  “Damn, just gonna get right to it, huh?”

  “Yep,” he said, sounding a bit short as he ripped open the package with his teeth.

  Did she offend him? He seemed to hate being reminded of the realities of sex.

  Oh well, she thought.

  “Did I offend you?”

  “No.”

  Did that mean… she had?

  “You seem a little irritated after I mentioned going half on the condoms.”

  “Honestly, Jo, I’m not thinking about anything but getting inside that tight little twat of yours.”

  That wasn’t entirely a lie. But in truth, he was irritated by the way Jo was talking. And he knew it was because he loved her, and wanted her to have his baby.

  He knew it because it was the only explanation for the vile mix of feelings swirling around in his gut at her words. So distant and matter of fact. It cut his insides like swallowing a thorny rose.

  He didn’t have to wonder how many men she’d been with anymore. He knew her number now, and it was lower than he’d
expected. And he believed it. So it couldn’t be that. There was only one explanation left.

  “That shouldn’t turn me on at all, but it does,” she admitted, cutting through his pitiful thoughts.

  “Why wouldn’t it turn you on?” he suddenly wondered, the condom now firmly in place. She had to laugh.

  Adam got up from his lying position to his knees and loomed over Jo, still laying on her back at the edge of the bed, only wearing her bra. Jo hiked her knees up but she stayed put, enjoying the sight of Adam’s beautiful body, naturally sculpted and burly, his big arms like two commas at his sides, his rough hands veiny and freckled beneath their tanned exterior. He favored archangel Gabriel even more now with his clean-shaven face. A piece of his long hair hung down over his eyes.

  “Turn around,” he said in a painfully gentle tone, his brow furrowed as if surprised she didn’t know what he was after.

  Jo’s heart went into overdrive, but she didn’t budge. She just smiled.

  “You don’t wanna see my face?”

  “I do, but I wanna see your ass too.”

  “I want some foreplay,” she replied, her eyes locked on his. She saw Adam’s cock jump out of the corner of her eye.

  “I don’t like being told what to do,” he sighed as he parted Jo’s knees to get a good look at her moist, swollen sex. He let out a curse as he let his hands venture up and down her thighs, where it was warmest at her apex. She writhed a bit under his touch and he let out a moan.

  “Eat it,” she said.

  Fuck. He usually hated it when women tried to give him orders. But then again, he hadn’t waited as long to hear a woman talk like that as he had for Jo. In fact, he hadn’t known he’d been waiting until now.

  He inhaled sharply and slowly began to lower his head toward her middle. He slowly kissed one thigh, then another. Under her watchful eye, he gave her swollen clit a little lick. Her breath hitched and he suddenly lifted his head and looked straight at her.

  “On second thought, I think I’m gonna skip straight to dessert, sweetheart.”

  Jo let out a gasp. He straightened up, grabbed her by her hips and flipped her around before positioning her in front of him, ass up.

  “You asshole!” Jo giggled.

  Adam looked down at the promised land that was Jo’s naked profile bent down in front of him. His pale hands perused her back and hips like it was a new toy. A trophy.

  “I told you, I don’t like taking orders, Jo.”

  “I was really looking forward to some head,” she whined with her head down.

  “Is that how your cunt boyfriend does it?”

  “Do not bring him up right now.”

  “Is that another order?” he said, slowly rubbing his cock up and down her entrance. She let out a sharp inhale through her teeth.

  “You had to tell that fucker how to do it, didn’t you?”

  “Every time.”

  “Piece a’ shit,” Adam said under his breath.

  “Don’t you need to focus?” Jo looked back and smiled with her eyes.

  “Goddammit, Jo. You know I had a lady boss like you once. Loved to tell me what to do and how to do it.”

  “And lemme guess… you fucked her and that was the end of that?”

  Adam reached around her middle to her clit as he slowly entered, with a groan. Jo’s legs shook as she let out a whimper.

  “Fuuck… hold still,” Adam whispered.

  He felt around until he found where her arousal was the slickest. He covered his fingers with it and returned to her clit, rubbing it slowly and thoroughly.

  “Lemme tell you the plan, then, miss boss.”

  Jo gave him a moan approval as he rubbed her, suddenly desperate to hear what he wanted to do to her.

  “First, I’m gonna look out at my beautiful land, and look down at your beautiful fat ass, while I fuck the shit outta you. ‘Til it makes my cock fuckin’ explode. Like I’ve been wanted to ever since I saw you in the hardware store. In those tight little jeans you like to wear.”

  “Holy shit,” she moaned. She could feel his length stretching her and she realized she was probably going to cum on a dick for the first time in her life.

  “Then I’m gonna lick this little clit of yours, nice and slow until you come inside my mouth. Then, I’m gonna bend you back over, make your pussy milk this dick again, and then, you’re gonna come on my cock. And that’s as far as I got. Is that alright with you?”

  “No,” Jo exclaimed.

  “No?”

  “No… because… I’m gonna come on your cock right now,” she panted.

  “No, you’re not, baby,” Adam crooned as he slowed down his movements even further, while he gave her a few little involuntary thrusts.

  “Oh, fuck yes I am, yes I am, yes I am,” she began groaning, louder and louder.

  “Oh shit,” he blurted as he lunged forward, putting the full extent of his length inside her.

  Jo stiffened and went quiet as though he’d knocked the wind out of her. Adam found his bearings long enough to resume his upright position between her spread legs. He firmly gripped both sides of her hips and gave her a full thrust, from the tip to the base, slowly at first and then gradually picked up speed.

  Jo made a noise he recognized out of the mouths of many women. It was always jarring at first, and he had to learn to let a woman decide if she wanted to stop. He could only make it the most comfortable ride possible.

  “You okay?” he breathed. She nodded.

  “You wanna talk more shit?” he calmly asked between thrusts. He could barely discern a head shake.

  “Was that a no?” he asked. All he got was a moan, which earned a moan of his own.

  She spared no expense on the condoms. It felt like he was hardly wearing anything, which currently was a blessing and a curse. But he wasn’t going for stamina this time around. This one was sheer need. Jo let out a clipped sounding yelp.

  “Yeah? I told you,” he chided her through gritted teeth as he picked up speed, “didn’t I fuckin’ tell you?” The sound of their flesh meeting again and again was pure endorphins. He wasn’t sure it was even real. But it felt too good, even for a dream.

  He hoped Jo wouldn’t do what she was currently doing every time. He hoped this was just her initial reaction to him. Because she was virtually silent, save for her intermittent moans that were so soft and ethereal, somewhere between a child and a kitten. Like she was in heaven and had no more use for words.

  If she reacted like that every time, he would simply have to give up on all aspects of his place in the world just to fuck Jo in the woods, until one or both of them died.

  Another one of Jo’s patented moans sent him so close to the edge he nearly gave in, but he was too damn greedy.

  He held on, in hopes that he could catch another one of her moans, however slight, and ride it like a wave into ecstasy. But he felt himself losing it.

  “Fuck, just one more time, baby,” he accidentally begged aloud, slurring the words as his orgasm grew.

  “Oh my God,” she moaned. The sudden sound of his voice sent a brutal shock to her middle while he was fucking her from behind. She had no idea what he was talking about, but it sounded fucking hot.

  Holy shit, was this intense. Jo could only curse over and over again through Adam’s orgasm, which she was both proud and jealous of. He was moaning gruffly and she could feel the warmth of his body as his climax lurched him forward.

  Her aftershocks had aftershocks. Even after the climax was over, he came back down slowly, slower than any man she’d ever been with. Cursing and moaning and slowly grinding his length across the walls of her sex. Jo smiled serenely as she moaned. This wasn’t sex, this was fucking therapy.

  Finally, he withdrew, and never was there a more appropriate time to use the word “gaping” to describe his absence. He flipped her over on her back and crowded her with his big body as their eyes met first, then their lips. His rogue blond strands blocked his face from view momentarily. She com
bed them about with her fingers to no avail— only more strands followed. Finally, he tamed them himself, his soft, vivid eyes darting this way and that as he looked down at her, examining her.

  The fuck is happening right now, she wondered. She didn’t know what to think. Suddenly she heard birds chirping. Was that sound always there? She closed her eyes and listened, heard the trees rustle and she skimmed her skin across the patchwork bedspread that they never bothered to crawl under. For some reason, she felt like a little girl again. Locked out of the house and forced to play outside and find something to get into. She smiled. If she’d found something like this to do, she would’ve never come home. She heard Adam chuckle, probably laughing at her goofy post-sex reaction.

  Abruptly his chuckle stopped. Almost like someone choking back tears.

  Jo opened her eyes, but his face was gone. He was up out of the bed and removing the condom from his semi-erect length, his back to her like he didn’t want to face her. The next moment he sunk his heavy body back onto the bed again, his lowered head and hair concealed his expression. He hovered over her nipple, tonguing and occasionally giving it a firm flick.

  She’d almost forgot that she still hadn’t had an orgasm. Almost. Until she felt Adam’s tongue on her breast, and it made her body resonate like a tuning fork.

  Her breast cooled in the breeze as Adam continued the journey down her body with his tongue to her center. Crudely, he hooked an arm around each of her thighs and held them apart as he slowly licked.

  He unhooked his left arm and caressed her inner thigh as he continued to make out with her sex. Jo propped herself up on her elbows to watch while his work pumped arousal through her entire body.

  He wasn’t lying about going slow. She should know by now that Adam always meant what he said. He let out a series of moans like he was at Grandma’s for Sunday dinner. Jo couldn’t watch anymore. She had to lay back and concentrate on making sure this orgasm lived up to expectations. She put her hands in his hair and swirled her hips as her climax rose and rose, her head slightly off the edge of the bed, her mouth agape and eliciting tiny gasps.