by C. Tyler
Still grinning, he shifts and sets me down on a solid surface and runs his hands up my thighs. They disappear easily beneath the hem of my dress. He arches a cocky brow.
“You wear this for me?” he asks leadingly.
“Of course not.” He knows it’s a lie, but neither of us bothers pointing it out. We only have a few minutes together, and we intend to utilize every second.
When he reaches my panties, Adam doesn’t hesitate to twist his fingers around the thin lace and pull them down my legs. I shift from side to side to help him as best I can while working on his belt. Our actions are almost frantic, but they each hold purpose, as we know we don’t have long.
As I continue to work on his jeans, his belt buckle giving me more trouble than I’d care to admit, Adam reaches into his back pocket and retrieves a condom. I don’t bother asking why he has one ready to go, because the answer is probably the same as why I’m wearing a dress. Neither of us might have known for certain we’d hook up while the band was in San Francisco, but there was always a chance. As such, we were each prepared for a quickie.
The instant his zipper’s undone, Adam’s engorged dick springs free, and I wrap my fingers around it. The low groan he lets out makes my body tingle all over. When I look up at him through my lashes, I can see he’s on the brink. I close the distance between us and nip tenderly at his bottom lip, causing him to make that beautiful sound again.
He’s mine and he knows it.
“Fuck me,” I whisper before biting him once more.
A dark, deep chuckle echoes in his throat. “You only gotta ask.”
Adam claims my lips and kisses me, almost ferociously, while he slips the condom on. He pulls me close and a moment later, he thrusts into me without resistance because I’m already excited. I’m always excited when it comes to our secret trysts.
I let out a whimpered moan as I break our kiss. I try to keep it quiet, but barely succeed. We aren’t in the open, but we’re not entirely hidden, either. If one of the employees using the hall only a few feet away turns their heads just an inch to the left, they’ll see us barely concealed in the dark alcove. But, neither of us cares. We only want to feel each other again.
I thread my fingers through his hair and cradle him close while he presses his forehead against mine.
“Jesus,” he sighs. His fingers bite into my thighs as he grips me tight. I don’t know if it’s to hold me in place or keep me as close to him as possible, all I know is a set of perfect bruises are forming from the pressure.
My head races in the few seconds he needs to regain control. It’s been months since I’ve had sex with Adam, and it’s never been more prevalent than now. He’s a large man in every sense of the word, and he fills me completely as a result. “Don’t stop,” I tell him softly. I nip at his lips again and he tries to kiss me, but he can’t manage. “Adam…”
He lets out a sigh when I say his name, and that seems to be what gets him to finally move. Slowly, but surely, he withdraws from my depths, and when he nearly reaches his limit, Adam thrusts forward again. Another soft gasp leaves my lips when he does.
It takes only a moment before Adam finally finds a rhythm. Soon, he’s slamming into me as hard as his position will allow, and I’m left reeling. Another string of strangled moans leaves me no matter how hard I try to bite down on them.
Adam’s heavy breaths and grunts fill my ears as he continues his assault, and I love the way it sounds. There’s something undeniably alluring about knowing deep down that you’re the reason someone else is so turned on.
With each thrust, I feel the tension build inside my body. Every muscle is beginning to tighten as I’m pushed closer and closer to my end. No one has ever made me come as quickly as Adam has before. I don’t know if it’s his good looks, his overconfidence, his constant teasing, the way he touches me, or a combination of it all that pushes me over the edge, but something does.
“Oh my god,” I whisper. “Fuck, Adam.” My words are almost frantic. “Don’t stop.” I grip his shoulders tightly, digging my fingernails into the fabric of his jacket and hold on for dear life. When one of his hands slips beneath my dress and finds my sensitive clit, I’m lost. My body ignites and my head is thoroughly cleared. I feel my orgasm wash over me and without meaning to, the sounds of my elation break free. Almost the same instant, Adam’s other hand clamps down over my mouth to stifle the cry of pleasure. It barely works.
I’m left trembling around him as he works feverishly to his own end. A moment later, he succumbs with a subdued grunt and growl. I feel his body tense and his grip on me does the same. His fingertips dig into my cheeks and his shoulders slump as he comes.
Seconds pass before the two of us have calmed almost completely. My head falls back against the wall, and Adam finally lets go of my face while his head drops to my shoulder. I thread my fingers through his hair again and stroke his scalp tenderly. Neither of us wants to move right away, but we also know we can’t linger.
Reluctantly, Adam stands upright and begins the almost torturous task of pulling out of me. I sigh my relief when he steps back and immediately bring my legs together again. He chuckles smugly as he adjusts himself. I glare back, but I know the look holds no power whatsoever.
“You’re still all sweaty,” I finally say in a voice that reveals my satisfaction. Adam meets my gaze with another arrogant smirk tugging at his lips. I hate that I like the way it pulls at his facial hair and the dimples it creates in his cheeks.
“You like it,” he teases. I do, but I’m not about to tell him. I wish I knew why, but that musty scent of him covered in sweat after playing a full set is attractive as hell. It takes more concentration than I care to admit to keep from lunging forward and running my tongue up the length of his throat, just for a taste.
As he snaps his belt buckle into place, I reach for my panties. Evidently, they’d clung to my left ankle, which is actually helpful now since I don’t have to bend over to get them. After slipping my legs through, I stand up and pull them on the rest of the way.
“You coming to our show in L.A.?” he asks as we finish straightening ourselves.
I don’t bother hiding my disbelief. “No,” I answer in a tone to match.
“Why not?” He actually seems a little surprised by my response.
“That’s a six-hour drive,” I reply with a slight laugh, “on a good day.”
“Aww, come on!” He flashes me a charming smirk. “It’d be fun.”
I give him a small, sarcastic smile. “I know,” I admit. “But I actually have a job here. So, that’d be a no, Adam. Sorry.”
He shrugs and smiles once again as he steps forward. Adam snakes an arm around my waist, pulls me close, and gives me an impressive kiss before we say goodbye. The entire tryst takes less than ten minutes, but it still leaves us both a little breathless and weak in the knees.
I head back down the hall and glance over my shoulder briefly to see Adam doing the same in the opposite direction. An almost wicked smile takes my lips. For a while now, Adam and I have been sneaking around in the shadows. The first time we crossed that line was a few years ago at the release party for their first official, studio-produced album. Everyone had gotten a little drunker than they should have, and flirtatious honesty followed suit. As soon as we were alone, one thing led to another, and we had sex for the first time. Ever since, whenever we cross paths, Adam and I hook up again.
And we love that no one knows about us. There’s something enjoyable about the teasing, mocking, and schoolyard insults we sling at each other, because it adds another level to our fun together. Like, we can take the frustrations of our mildly clashing personalities out on each other when we’re alone, or something. I wish I could actually pinpoint the reason why it works for us to fight, but also have such great sex. I just can’t.
But admittedly, there’s a real-world reason for the secrecy, too. Max would lose his mind if he knew Adam had ever touched me, obnoxious ass-slapping aside. Let alone half
of what we’ve done together in private. Max has always been protective of me because not only am I his little sister, but after our dad left when we were kids, Max took on the ‘man of the house’ role. As a result, he’s always been super critical of the guys I’ve dated, and while he loves Adam like a brother, it really wouldn’t matter. If anything, that might make it worse.
Besides, Adam and I are the definition of casual. We’re not dating, nor do we ever plan to. We just like to play whenever we can. No strings attached is our deal. We’re both completely aware that’s how we fit together. We’d never be good in a relationship, anyway––nor have we been with others in the past. So we don’t even entertain the idea. It’s the perfect arrangement.
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