by Mia Madison
“Can I borrow a pair of boxers?”
He chuckled and reached into a drawer, coming over to the bathroom with a pair of solid black boxer-briefs. I reached out to grab them, trying not to think about the many levels of wrong this whole thing was.
“Thank you.”
“No problem. I’m going to get a glass of water. You want anything?”
“I’m good. Thanks, though.”
After he left the room, I hastily pulled on the borrowed underwear and practically ran from the bathroom, burying myself under the blankets before he had a chance to see my traitorous nipples.
Crisis averted.
Adam came back before I had a chance to curl into a ball and feign sleep, meeting my eyes with a smile before he went into the bathroom. I laid on my side facing the door, my eyelids slowly lowering as I waited.
The door opened quietly and Adam stepped out in his flannel pajamas bottoms and no shirt. My eyes opened wide on their own accord. Adam saw the expression and chuckled as he slid into bed beside me.
My heart racing, I realized I was no longer tired. The moment the scent of him registered in my brain, I clenched my thighs together hard, my nipples tightening even more.
“Goodnight, Kayla.”
The bedside lamp turned off, yet I somehow knew it wouldn’t help. His scent, his warmth, the sight of his bare chest burned into my brain wouldn’t allow me to sleep.
It was going to be a long night.
Adam
I’d never been more aware of my senses in my entire life.
Wide awake, I acknowledged every single shift of Kayla’s body as she struggled to fall asleep. I registered her quiets huffs of frustration, the way she took a series of deep breaths in an effort to fool her body into thinking it was relaxed.
She was just as tense as I was. That alone was the reason I decided to do something I ordinarily wouldn’t have.
I rolled to my side and shifted across the bed, listening to her sharp inhalation of breath as I came up behind her and settled. Our bodies mere inches apart, I could feel the stiffness of her frame, so I opted to wait even though it pained me to do so.
It didn’t take long. Kayla moved as gently as possible as she turned around to face me. I couldn’t see her, but I imagined her biting her lower lip as she shifted closer to me and our bodies touched.
With a slow sigh, I wrapped my arm around her waist. Kayla let out a hum of satisfaction so quiet I nearly missed it.
But I didn’t miss it, and the sound shot straight to my cock. Feeling her hard nipples rub against my chest through one layer of thin cotton didn’t help matters.
When she felt the prodding at her hip, her body tightened. I swallowed hard—preparing to apologize—when I felt her warm fingers touching my chest.
It was a tentative touch, but she might as well have reached down between us and gripped my cock for how violently I jolted. Her other hand snaked between us and tickled my abs with her curious fingertips.
“Kayla,” I warned, my voice low and hoarse. “You don’t have to do this.”
Even as I said it, I was unable to resist slipping my other arm beneath her, holding her against my body while my free hand slipped further down her back to where my boxer-briefs began.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered. Her forehead touched my chest and a puff of warm air blew across my skin. “Adam, please.”
My breathing was already ragged when I gripped her ass with my hand and buried my face against her neck. I inhaled deeply before placing a kiss to her soft skin.
“Do you want me?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not doing this because I’m your boss? I promise you—there’s no harm done if you don’t want this.”
She tilted her head back and whispered, “Is that why you never made a move? Because you thought I’d look at you like your father?”
“I’m not him,” I grumbled, pulling away from her and sitting up so I could think straight. “There’s nothing to gain from sleeping with me. I’m not offering a raise or a promotion or job security. All you’ll get is me.”
I reached over to switch the lamp on, staring down at her gorgeous eyes and chocolate-colored hair.
She pushed herself up on her elbows, staring me in the eye as she said, “You’re the only thing I want, Adam.”
She’d been working for me long enough that I knew when she was being sarcastic and when she was being serious, and there was nothing false about her statement. Both my ego and my cock swelled as I leaned down and covered her body with mine.
“I’ve been wanting this for a long time, sweetheart,” I whispered just above her lips.
Her eyes fluttered until they were closed, her breathing erratic as she waited. Another time, I would take great enjoyment out of teasing her—leaving her breathless with want before giving her what she needed.
But I’d been waiting for two years already. My patience had officially run out.
With that thought in mind, I lowered my lips to hers, pouring every drop of desperation and longing and sheer need I felt into the kiss.
Kayla moaned against my mouth, kissing me back with a ferocity I didn’t expect. It turned the blood in my veins to fire. I used my knee to knock her legs apart and slid between them, grinding my cock between her thighs when she wrapped her legs around me.
Our kiss broke as we both sucked in ragged breaths. I couldn’t stop my hips from moving—I was compelled by the urge to thrust—but she didn’t seem to mind. Kayla raised her hips to grind against me in turn and any lingering doubt I had about her intentions was put to rest when I watched her pupils dilate even more.
“You really want me,” I groaned. “Fuck, you’re practically panting for it.”
She laughed—a broken, breathless sound—before she whispered, “So are you.”
There was no way I could argue with her point, so I smothered any further comments by smashing my lips against hers and thrusting my tongue into her mouth. She mewled and licked me in turn, tipping her head back to suck lightly on the tip of my tongue.
If I didn’t have her soon, I was going to go completely insane.
Her nails dug into my shoulders when I tried to pull away and she made the sexiest little whimper I’d ever heard.
“I’m not going anywhere. Just taking these off.”
I tugged at her borrowed underwear, grinning when she released her nails and raised her hips to assist me. She wasn’t shy after they were off either, immediately spreading her legs and giving me a glorious view of her pink folds.
I ran a finger down her slit, groaning when I felt just how wet she was. Kayla’s upper body writhed when I touched her swollen clit, wriggling furiously as her hips bucked.
I glanced up to see that a good portion of her movements was because she was fighting to remove her shirt. I finished pulling the cotton away, tossing it to the floor with no regard as I stared at her tits.
“Exquisite,” I murmured as I slid my finger into her tight channel. “You’re so damn beautiful, Kayla.”
My finger explored her slowly, moving in and out a number of times before I slid a second in alongside the first. I twisted them inside her, smirking when her walls flexed and she let out a sharp gasp.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I waited until she nodded, licking my lips at the sight of her obvious pleasure. “My cock will feel even better.”
She was panting and breathless, but she still managed to choke out, “Prove it.”
“Oh, I will. Then maybe I’ll spank you for being so cheeky.”
She moaned and I nearly lost my shit. Her pussy became wetter and I was struck with a mental image of bending her over my knee and smacking her ass until it was red.
The nail in the coffin happened while I was busy daydreaming. Her hand snuck between us and dipped right into my pajama bottoms, wrapping around my cock with a tight grip. I thrust into her hand with a grunt just once before pulling away to take off my pants.
When I returned, Ka
yla was sitting up and staring at my dick as it bobbed in the air. It twitched under her awed gaze.
When her wide eyes met mine, I felt a pang of fear. Was she afraid of my size? I had no problem stretching her out with my fingers until she was ready to take me.
Yet there was no sign of fear in her expression when she smiled and said, “Wow. No wonder you’re so arrogant.”
I chuckled and shrugged. The size of my dick certainly didn’t hurt my already large ego.
With a smirk, I wrapped my hand around the shaft and gave it a lazy pump.
“You want it?”
“Yeah, I want it,” she admitted with a nod and a pleading look.
I liked it. There was no coy act, no over-the-top porn star moves. Every expression on her face was honest reaction, none of her moves were premediated or done for my approval.
She was just Kayla, and I was just Adam.
I’d had my fair share of beautiful women—models were my specialty in my younger years—but I wanted her more than I ever wanted any other woman.
She must have grown tired of me watching her in silence. She sat up abruptly and pulled me down, surprising me with her strength. I laughed lightly as she flipped us over, the sound tempering off into a soft groan when she pressed her lips to my chest and started moving down.
Kayla didn’t waste time teasing me, thank fuck. She kissed directly down to my cock and swiped the flat of her tongue over the head before swirling it around like I was a fucking lollipop.
I groaned in approval, wrapping her long hair around my hand and directing her down as I commanded, “Suck.”
Her pretty lips wrapped around the head and sucked hard—so hard that I couldn’t stop my body from shuddering. I gently pushed her further down and she took me in without protest, hollowing her cheeks and working my shaft with her tongue at the same time.
“Fuck!” I choked out, relaxing my grip on her hair to give her slack to bob up and down. “Oh fuck, Kayla.”
Her enthusiasm for sucking me off didn’t escape my notice. She wasn’t looking at me—no, her eyes were closed as she moaned and hummed around my shaft, her hand between her legs as she touched herself. My limited amount of control snapped when I saw that.
“Stop, stop,” I panted, pulling her back by the hair when she ignored my order. “I don’t want to come in your mouth. Come here.”
I waited until she was straddling my waist before I flipped us over, pushing myself up so I could stretch to reach the nightstand.
“I’m really glad I didn’t toss these out,” I said casually, but the lie burned in my throat as I rolled the latex down my shaft.
Kayla merely smiled up at me and nodded, parting her legs even wider. I was vaguely aware that her trust in me was going to make the guilt worse tomorrow, but for now, all I could think about was getting inside her.
Yet when I lined the head up at her entrance, my conscious came back into play. I hesitated, arranging myself to rub against her folds as I placed my forearms on either side of her head. Her hips shifted around desperately, sliding me back and forth.
It took all my strength to keep from pushing into her. I stayed perfectly still, staring down into her eyes as I asked, “Are you sure this is what you want?”
Kayla cupped my cheeks and pulled herself up to place a sweet kiss to my lips.
“I’m sure. Fuck me, Adam.”
I couldn’t stand it anymore. I slammed my hips forward, roaring with pleasure as I buried myself to the hilt.
Heaven.
Kayla
“Fuck me, Adam.”
He didn’t hesitate. He pushed forward—splitting me open with one hard thrust that made me cry out.
He was bigger than anyone I’d ever been with. Thankfully, I was wetter than I’d ever been as well. It definitely helped take some of the sting out of the initial stretch.
So did the roar Adam let out as he slid in deep. To see him so out of control made me shiver. He was even sexier unhinged than he was while confident and in control. I didn’t think it was possible.
Then again, I also didn’t think he had a six-pack under those fine suits of his. Or was it an eight-pack? I’d have to do a more thorough inspection later.
Adam pulled out and rapidly slammed back in, pulling me from my thought and making me squeal simultaneously. When I opened my eyes, I realized he had been watching me essentially zone out.
“Still with me?” he asked with a sly little smile.
“I’m with you. I was just… thinking.”
His jaw flexed and his throat bobbed, but he somehow managed to keep still. Maybe he wasn’t so out of control after all.
“Thinking about what?”
I clenched my internal muscles around him and smiled when his eyes rolled back.
“I was thinking that you feel even better than I imagined.”
“Oh yeah? You’ve thought about this before?”
My lips parted to answer and the words were cut off by a low moan when he eased out and back in with slow, deliberate movements. The sensation of having him in me was amplified by his lazy speed, which I supposed was the intention. He stopped the motion only to allow me the chance to reply.
“Every day since we met.”
Adam stared at me for a long moment before smiling sadly. I frowned at the sight, trying to figure out what I said wrong.
“You and me both, sweetheart.”
It was easy enough to read between the lines and hear what he left unspoken.
So much wasted time.
But did that really matter now? If anything, all the time we spent wanting one another in silence just made me all the more sure about being together now.
Jumping into bed with him wasn’t a split-second decision—no, I’d been considering this for two years. Knowing Adam had been considering it as well was the greatest gift I’d ever received.
Maybe getting snowed in together was fate intervening. I didn’t know if I believed that or not, but it was a nice thought nonetheless.
Adam’s throat was bobbing as he swallowed hard, his eyes gently closed as he waited for a sign that I was ready to continue. My body had ample time to get used to his size and I dug my nails into his back to get his attention.
Green eyes met mine in an instant. I didn’t have to say anything for Adam to start moving, thrusting into me with careful rolls of his hips.
It didn’t take long for both of us to start panting. Adam bent down to kiss me—hot, open-mouth kisses that were frequently broken by moans and groans of pleasure. The way our lips moved together soon became desperate, and his hips sped up at the same time.
Adam pulled away abruptly, breathing too heavily to continue making out as the pace became frantic. He pumped into me hard and fast—exactly how I imagined a man like him would fuck. I propped my feet on the mattress and raised my hips, trying to still my body to receive him better.
Adam growled and sat up on his knees, hands gripping my hips. Every rough thrust made me cry out.
“So good,” I moaned as I twisted my fingers in the sheets. “I’m so close. Harder, please!”
“Your clit,” Adam grunted as he obliged my request and fucked me hard. “Rub your clit for me, sweetheart. Want to feel your pretty pussy squeezing me as I come.”
I followed his instructions even though I knew it wasn’t necessary. He was slamming up against my g-spot with every thrust—sending shockwaves of electricity through my veins. I was on the edge of screaming his name and coming before my fingers even made it to the swollen bundle of nerves.
One swirl of my fingertip around it made stars burst behind me eyes. I chanted his name until I couldn’t speak, moaning up at the ceiling as the most intense orgasm of my life made my body jerk violently beneath him.
Adam shouted my name before he came—hips stilling with his cock buried deep inside. Aftershocks were still going through me, my muscles clenching and unclenching on their own as his cock throbbed.
“I didn’t know it could be li
ke that,” I mumbled, feeling almost drunk off the sensations. “God, I’m so tired now.”
Adam looked at me through hooded eyes, a lazy smile gracing his lips. Careful not to crush me with his weight, he leaned back down on his forearms and kissed me softly on the lips.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, tracing my face with his fingertips as my eyes closed. “Sweet dreams, Kayla.”
I murmured in response, whimpering when he pulled out and covered me with a blanket. I vaguely recognized the mattress dipping as he got out of bed, but I fell asleep before he even made it back.
Why’s it so hot in here?
It was the first thought my conscious mind had as I woke up the next morning. I blearily lifted my head, stiffening when I realized I couldn’t sit up.
The moment I looked down at the strong forearm tucked beneath my breasts, the events of the night before came rushing back.
Though I was momentarily surprised, I felt no regret for what happened between us. How could I when Adam shifted around behind me and buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply before letting out a happy little sigh that made me smile.
“Good morning,” he said, his voice thick with sleep and sounding sexier than ever.
“Good morning,” I replied, wiggling in his grip until he let me flip over to face him. “Sleep well?”
“Better than ever,” he said with a heart-melting smile. His hand trailed up my side until it reach my messy hair and he stroked it lovingly as he asked, “How about you?”
“I had the best dream ever.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Oh? Did I make an appearance?”
“Mm-hm. I was sitting on your kitchen table wearing nothing but your shirt. You came up between my legs, kissed me, and…”
Adam’s eyes were wide and alert, intrigued enough by my dream to fully wake up. I trailed off for dramatic suspense, grinning when he fell right into my trap.
“Yeah? What happened next?” he huskily asked.
I leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “You made me breakfast.”
