The Body

by Arabella Abbing

  Because the more pleased she was—the more of my cock she tried to take in her mouth.

  Easy fucking choice.

  “Tongue, baby,” I choked out as I lost the battle to not direct her. I started pulling and pushing her head up and down, directing the speed as I said, “Curl your tongue and suck hard.”

  Brianna followed my instructions beautifully and easily allowed me to move her up and down my cock. I went a little too deep at one point and paused when she coughed around me, but my eyes rolled back in my head when I felt the extra wetness of saliva spread across my cock as she continued to suck.

  Jesus Christ.

  I knew that if I let her continue for much longer, this was going to be over before I even got inside her. I could already feel the pressure beginning to build at the base of my spine.

  So I released her hair and let her come back up, shuddering hard when she sucked and swirled her tongue all around the head like it was her favorite fucking Popsicle flavor.

  “Fuck! Get up here,” I growled, reaching back down to tug her away from my cock by her hair. “And get a fucking condom.”

  She nodded and reached behind her to grab the box, pulling a packet off the strip and handing it to me. I quickly rolled the latex down my length, idly wondering how she would react if I suggested going bareback.

  I decided that would probably be a better conversation for when we weren’t already mid-sex, so I pushed the thought away. For now.

  “Come here, baby,” I beckoned, palming her ass with both hands as I directed her to straddle my hips. “You want to ride me?”

  She bit her lower lip—a sure sign of her nervousness—but she still nodded in agreement. I briefly wondered what she had to be nervous about, but that was another thought that would have to wait until later.

  Because Brianna had tightly gripped the base of my cock in her hand and was slowly sinking that tight, perfect heat all the way down until our pelvises were flush together.

  Good God, it felt just as good as the first time I slid into her. She might have claimed to still be able to feel me in her, but there was no evidence to support her words. Any stretching I had done the previous night had already tightened back up to the point that the grip she had on me made my eyes roll back.

  “God, you feel so good,” she breathed out, leaning over to brace her hands on either side of my head. “It’s so big.”

  I expected her to take a minute to adjust to my size again, so it was a hell of a surprise when she raised herself nearly clean off and abruptly dropped her hips back down. I could feel the bit of self-control I had left beginning to waver and it was only a matter of time before I had to give in and either let myself come before she did, or flip her on her back and pound into her until she screamed.

  Her hips began to move faster—desperately fast—and my choice was made.

  There was no fucking way I was going to let myself come before I got her. That wasn’t my style.

  I growled and gripped one of her hips to still her before wrapping my other arm around her back and hauling her forward until her perfect tits were smashed against my chest. She breathlessly began to ask what I was doing, but I cut off her words by rolling us over and immediately snapping my hips.

  “If you want to get back on top after you come, that’s on you. But I’m not letting you go unsatisfied,” I said before I began to fuck her in earnest, pumping my hips even more aggressively than I did the night before. “I’m—too—fucking—close.”

  It was a mind-blowing realization to listen to her pleasured squeals and look down at her face and see how much she loved it. She wanted it hard—practically begged for it the night before—and knowing that she wasn’t just pretending to like it rough because that’s how I liked it made my dick even harder.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Brianna panted as her nails dug into my biceps.

  Like I would ever fucking stop if I had a choice.

  I knew she was close—could feel it in the way her walls fluttered around me—so I decided to speed up the process and end my torment by giving her something else I knew she loved.

  “You love this. You fucking love being pinned to the mattress while I pound your little pussy with my huge cock, don’t you?”

  I had to force the words out from between my clenched teeth, fighting hard not to shoot my load. She tried to respond, but all that came out of her mouth were loud squeals as I continued to pump into her.

  “You don’t have to say it, baby. I can feel it. I can feel your tight pussy getting ready to milk me,” I panted, the truth of my words tempting me to let go. The way she rhythmically clenched around my cock was about to put the final nail in my coffin, but I still growled out, “You’re gonna come so hard that my cock’s going to be drenched with that sweet juice of yours, isn’t that right? Do it, sweetheart. Come all over me.”

  Brianna let out a loud keening noise and her legs loosely hitched around my hips. I was barely hanging on, but I could feel how close she was. She just needed a little more—

  A strangled groan rose from my throat as I flipped us over again. Brianna immediately braced herself up on her knees and began to grind down—desperately taking the friction she needed as I sucked in a shaky breath and slammed my eyes shut.

  Her hips jerked twice and she fell forward, bringing us chest-to-chest right as she came, flooding me with wetness just as I predicted she would. I thrust my hips up and released, roaring as her pussy clamped down on my cock and drained the fucking life out of me.

  Or at least that’s what it felt like as my cock swelled and throbbed—spurt after spurt filling the rubber as I struggled to bite back the noises I was making. But when Brianna started lazily bouncing up and down to milk the last drops of pleasure out of me, my mouth fell open and I lost control.

  When our mutual sounds of pleasure finally faded into nothing louder than breathless pants, Brianna lifted herself off and flopped down beside me on the bed.

  I stared up at the ceiling for a moment before I closed my eyes, gratefully taking the few moments of peace I could get before I was inevitably forced to face reality again.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Brianna

  Two days passed uneventfully.

  Or as uneventfully as they could be when I had Adam Reed staying in my apartment and bending me over every available surface as often as possible.

  Currently, I was bent over on the couch—gripping the back tightly as he stood behind me and rammed his huge cock deep into my pussy.

  As usual, he’d directed me into this position as soon as I asked if he’d heard anything from his mom. And as usual, I was too weak to resist when his fingers found my clitoris and expertly pulled an orgasm out of me while he silenced my questions with his lips.

  Adam promised me an explanation, but on that front at least, I found myself wanting. All I had managed to squeeze out of him was that someone was after him and whoever it was wasn’t likely to be violent—but that didn’t change the fact that the person would be violating a restraining order to come into contact with Adam.

  It was quite a lackluster story and I damn well knew he was leaving out giant chunks of information for one reason or another. But every time I pressed for more, he cleverly dodged and distracted me with sex.

  Which wasn’t exactly a complaint, but my body was sore and my mind was becoming increasingly paranoid. Stacy had been nagging me via text to find a way to get more details out of Adam, but I failed each time I tried.

  The one thing I had managed to get information about though was the man himself. As long as I didn’t ask about his family or whoever was after him, Adam seemed content to talk about his life and I was happy to say that after two short days, I was actually getting to know the man beneath The Body.

  And I liked him. Far more than I really expected to.

  “More,” I brokenly begged when his hips began to slow, like he somehow realized I had accidentally left the moment and gotten stuck in my head. “Please!”


  He gave in to my pleading and began to pump faster. I gripped the couch tighter as I idly wondered if he could sense the double meaning of my words.

  Because I did want more. More of his cock, more of his words... more truth.

  More of him in every way imaginable.

  When his hand slipped between us to seek out my clit and force another orgasm from me, my thoughts dissolved into nothing but the white-hot bolts shooting through my veins. I awkwardly let my toes curl against the wood floor as my legs began to shake—screaming his name when the dam burst and I came hard around him. Adam grunted and held me upright with his free arm, slamming in and out of me four more times before he stilled and groaned with his own release.

  After taking a minute or two to let our breathing return to normal, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my shoulder before he breathed out, “I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of doing that.”

  I chuckled. “Of having sex?”

  “Of having sex with you.”

  He pushed himself up and slid out while my heart fluttered in my chest. I silently prayed that he meant those words because I was in the exact same boat.

  Only I didn’t think it. I knew I would never get tired of it. I also knew sex with any other man would never measure up to how it was with Adam.

  He lifted me into his arms and carried me around the front of the couch, gently setting me down before he walked off to deal with the clean-up. It was then that I realized that post-sex would never measure up with anyone else either. Adam was a fan of rough sex, but the tender care he always gave me afterwards made the ache between my legs more than worth it.

  Adam returned to the living room and plopped down, pulling me into his arms and easily maneuvering us until he was sprawled out on his back and I was held tightly against his chest.

  “I’m not squishing you?” I asked as I shifted around, trying to distribute my weight more evenly.

  “Not at all,” he slowly drawled, his eyes closed and a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “But you better be ready for another round if you’re going to keep squirming around like that.”

  I momentarily considered keeping it up just to tease him, but my sore body warned me against it. There was no doubt in my mind that he’d make good on such a promise and I didn’t think my tired limbs could take another round so soon. I stilled on his lap, rolling my eyes when he chuckled knowingly and ran a hand down my back.

  “Thanks for letting me stay here. It’s been a hell of a lot more fun than I expected.”

  I rested my chin on his chest as I looked up at him and cocked an eyebrow. “Did you expect me to bore you?”

  Adam laughed. “No, that’s not what I meant. I just meant that I thought I’d be at a hotel bored out of my mind until Sammy got back. Then I’d be at his place bored out of my mind until he got off work every day.”

  “Well, my internship is on hold for a while and I got my shifts covered at work for the next week, so I’m fully available for your amusement.”

  “Where do you work?” he curiously asked as he pushed the stray hair out of my face. “You never told me.”

  In fact, I had made it a point not to tell him. My defensive hackles began to rise, but I forced my voice to remain neutral as I said, “You never told me why you’re staying here.”

  Adam’s smile immediately fell and he sighed heavily. “I told you—”

  “The bare minimum,” I interrupted with a sigh of my own, pushing myself off his chest and feeling remorseful for so thoroughly killing the moment, even though I did manage to dodge his question about my employment as intended. “I get it—I’m pretty much a stranger to you and I know as much as you think I need to know.”

  Maybe Adam had noticed me in school, but I doubted he ever watched me as closely as I watched him. While I was aware—especially after the past few days—that I never really knew him, there was still a slight sense of trust for him just because of the length of time I’d spent seeing him on a day-to-day basis.

  It was entirely stupid, but I couldn’t help it. For some reason, I trusted Adam. So facing the harsh reality that it was an entirely one-way street kind of stung.

  I lifted my nightshirt from the floor and hastily pulled it over my head, tugging down the hem in an attempt to preserve a little of my modesty as I tried to figure out where he had thrown my panties. My eyes just caught sight of them when I felt his strong arms wrap around my stomach and haul me down to his lap.

  “What the hell are you doing?”

  “Getting dressed,” I mumbled, trying to resist when his hand cupped my chin and tried to turn me to face him. “Let me go.”

  His hand fell away, but he made no move to release his hold on my waist. After a long stretch of silence, he quietly said, “It’s not that I don’t trust you, Brianna.”

  “You shouldn’t. You don’t have a reason to,” I replied, unsure of whether I was trying to convince him of that or myself.

  “Maybe not, but it’s there regardless. I do trust you.”

  I finally turned to face him dead-on, frowning when I saw him tilt his head and give me a pleading look. There wasn’t any sign of dishonesty on his face, but I could see that he was silently begging me not to push.

  “Okay,” I miserably muttered. “Guess I’ll have to take your word for it.”

  I moved to stand and he tightened his hold. I watched him frown and quickly moisten his lips, searching my face while he concentrated hard on his words.

  “I like you. I really like you, do you understand?”

  The question was simple, but the dark look of his face gave me pause. I slowly shook my head, unsure of what his true meaning could have been.

  Adam sighed. “Bri, I want you to like me the way I like you. It’s that simple.”

  “But I do. I—”

  A finger pressed to my lips, silencing me as he said, “If I tell you the truth about everything, that might change. I’d rather not risk it.”

  I could understand his fear to a certain extent, but for the most part, it seemed pretty ridiculous. And I damn well wasn’t going to shy away from telling him that.

  After I pried his finger away from my lips, I shot him a dry look and said, “You realize that if you really want me to like you, hiding things isn’t a good way to go about it.”

  Adam’s jaw flexed before he shook his head. “That shit’s in the past. It hardly matters anymore.”

  “Only it’s not in the past, Adam!” I exclaimed, looking at him with wide eyes and incredulously shaking my head at his blatant denial. “It’s happening right now! Whatever’s going on—whatever you want to hide from me—it’s affecting us right now. If you liked me as much as you say you do, you would still want to see me after you left. And if that is the case... you should know better than to think it can all be swept under the rug that easily. The real question is—how much do you like me?”

  He was shooting me an irritated look, but he didn’t say a single word in argument because he was smart enough to know that I was right. Even once the danger was gone, I wouldn’t be able to keep looking the other way if I continued to see him.

  So I held my breath while I waited for an answer. Waited to find out if he really meant all the sweet things he’d said over the past few days.

  The storm clouds cleared from his eyes and he turned his chin up to lock our gazes together as he firmly said, “Have dinner with me.”

  I frowned, feeling my eyebrows draw together in confusion. “We just ate lunch like two hours ago. You’re already hungry again?”

  Adam gave me a patient smile. “I mean let me take you out to dinner. Tonight.”

  “Oh,” I said, internally slapping myself for my stupidity. “You mean like a date?”

  Adam offered me an almost bashful smile in response before pulling one shoulder up in a half-shrug. When I pursed my lips and folded my arms across my chest, he let out a long sigh of what could only be resignation.

  “Yes, like a date. You
in?”

  I pretended to think about it for a moment, hoping I’d appear cool and collected even though I was internally freaking out. A date with Adam Reed? Like a real date—not just the two of us fucking like wild animals in my apartment?

  “Sign me the fuck up.”

  When Adam burst out laughing, I cringed as I realized I had accidentally spoken my thought out loud. He was still chuckling when he told me to go start getting ready. I didn’t need to be told twice—I darted down the hall to the bathroom and hopped in the shower to wash off the smell of sex and sweat that clung to my skin.

  While I mentally scanned through my closet, I silently wished that the two of us going on a date meant that he’d try to open up more. As long as he legitimately tried, I figured I could accept being left in the dark about certain things.

  At least for now.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Adam

  I ran a hand over my jaw, snorting when I felt the amount of stubble that had accumulated there over the past two days. It hadn’t been my intention to let it grow out as much as it had, but I’d been pretty distracted since I arrived at Brianna’s apartment.

  Hell, I’d been distracted by one thing or another from the moment I first stepped off the plane. Home sweet home, right?

  Brianna’s footsteps pattered back and forth between the bathroom and her bedroom as she fussed around getting ready for our first official date.

  I had no idea what I’d been thinking when I proposed the date idea. Desperation had initially spawned the thought, but it slipped out of my mouth before I even had a chance to give the consequences a decent amount of consideration.

  It didn’t take an intelligent man to know that Brianna was going to expect details about my past on this date. I had been telling the truth when I said that I liked her and didn’t want to change the way she looked at me, but it wasn’t enough. I damn well should have known it wouldn’t be enough for a girl like Bri.

  Along with being smart and intuitive, I had quickly discovered that she was painfully curious. Which was bad news for anyone who got close to her who had something to hide. For someone like me.