by Piper Rayne
Again I’m reminded of all the stages of Adam I’ve been with. The first time I touched his dick, he almost came immediately. I laugh as I remember and ruin the moment between us.
“Why are you laughing while touching my dick?” Even with his question, he’s reaching behind my back and unclasping my bra.
“I was thinking about the first time I touched you.”
“Seriously? Right now you’re having a memory?” He groans, sliding the straps of my bra down my shoulders.
“I can’t control it.”
“You could’ve pretended not to remember when I was a three-pump chump.” His gaze dips to my breasts and he sighs, licking his lips. “I’m remembering the first time I sucked on those. Prepare yourself because I’m going to make up for lost time.”
He gets me on my back, my hand having no choice but to let go of him.
“Get naked first.” I push at his chest. “I want to feel us together.”
“Bossy girl.”
He kisses me one last time, then stands and unties his boots, hops on one leg to get the first one off, then the next. By the time his pants are off, my mouth is watering at the look of him. He’s so… manly. So big everywhere. So muscled. Since the last time I remember being with him was when I was nineteen, it’s like he’s a different person. A very grown-up Adam.
“I think she likes what she sees.” He waggles his eyebrows.
“You’d be right.” I crook my finger and he lies down on top of me, pulling the other blanket over us.
It’s not exactly sunbathing weather out here. Our bare legs slide along one another’s while our naked flesh presses together.
“God, you’re so hard,” I say, not just talking about the bulge pressing against my clit, but his entire body.
“You’re so soft.” His hand runs down my arm and under my ass while grinding against me.
But my pussy needs more. It needs him to fill it, so I widen my legs, hoping he gets the hint that I’m barely hanging on here.
He chuckles and slides down my body, his mouth taking my right breast. Sucking and licking, making good on his promise that he’d spend a good amount of time there. He toys with my nipples, flicking with his tongue, then blowing a light stream of air. My back arches off the ground.
“I don’t need foreplay,” I say, my fingers diving into his hair.
I prop up on my elbows and he looks up at me through those dark eyelashes, a devilish grin in place. “Yeah, we’re not rushing this.”
My head falls back as he kisses down my stomach, nestling between my legs. He masterfully gets my panties off, situating himself so one of my legs is over his shoulder. I’m not going to be able to hold back.
“I should remind you that I haven’t had an orgasm by anyone other than myself in a really long time.”
He doesn’t respond but runs two fingers through my folds before he laps at me. I jolt, my hips unable to control themselves, greedy and begging for more of his attention right where I need it the most.
“Oh god, Adam.”
He blows another hot stream of air over me and shivers run up my spine. As he continues to lick and suck me, I have no control over the noises leaving me. Praises, curses, moans. Nothing has ever felt this fantastic.
“Don’t stop. Ever.”
He releases one hand off my hip then pushes a finger inside me, making my ass catapult off the ground. A deep chuckle vibrates against my pussy, but he doesn’t relent. I grind my clit on his tongue as though I’m starting a fire with two sticks.
And then it comes, that little spark that grows bigger and hotter. I ride it all the way until I’m clenching and crying out, coming so hard I’m way too sensitive for him to continue. I close my legs because all my nerve endings are raw and satisfied now.
He looks up at me through my legs, rising on his knees, and brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. “Just as good as I remember.”
I laugh as he falls over me.
“I have bad news,” he whispers then kisses me. The taste of me on him satisfies a primal need inside me, as though it’s proof that he’s mine.
“What?” I lock my legs around his waist.
“I don’t have a condom with me. I wasn’t thinking this would happen today.”
I stare at him. “What if I told you I have an IUD?”
“I’d probably wonder why, but I’d be happy as fuck right now.” He props up on his elbows and my fingernails scrape along his scalp.
“You know how I’d been on the pill? After the accident, my mom and I decided on an IUD so I wouldn’t have to remember when to take the pill. That’s all. It’s not because I was sexually active with anyone.”
He smooths my hair away from my forehead, and I prepare myself for him to say he doesn’t know if he’s clean. That me breaking him took him down a road of sleeping with numerous women. At the very least he must’ve slept with Alicia.
I hate myself again for ever leaving him and putting us in this awkward situation.
“I haven’t slept with anyone since you,” he says, his eyes locked with mine. “You might not believe me, but I just couldn’t.”
“Alicia?”
He shakes his head. “We never got there. I told you, you destroyed me. I didn’t want anyone. I just wanted you.”
We stay there, gazes fixed on one another’s. How can I be lucky enough to get this guy twice in my lifetime? I must have a kick-ass fairy godmother somewhere.
“Then take me, Adam.”
As though the words are exactly what he was hoping to hear, he pulls down the waistband of his boxer briefs. I help him, and once they’re off, he situates himself between my legs, the tip of his dick right at my opening.
“You sure about this?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He inches in the smallest bit. “Are you okay?”
“I’m not a virgin, remember? You were there.”
A million-dollar smile lands on his face and he thrusts into me so deep and so fast, I gasp.
He grinds into me, circles, and does this thing with his hips that drives the desire right to the forefront, begging to be released. But I clench down, not even close to wanting this to end. I grab his shoulder blades, my nipples scraping along his chest every time he thrusts, sweat beading along his hairline. The blanket slips down to my feet, but my body is heated anyway.
He drives in and out of me, building my climax until I won’t be able to hang on much longer.
“I can’t. I’m going to,” I pant, tightening my thighs and arching my back, my body screaming for the release.
“There’s more to come, let it go,” he says.
Every muscle in my body tenses, my orgasm ripping through my shaking body.
“Fuucck,” he growls.
He fucks me hard and fast without abandon until he gasps and rocks inside me one final time before his body tightens above me and he growls. Once he’s spent himself inside me, he lowers down on top of me, not giving me all his weight. I close my eyes and tilt my head to the side, exhausted even from being on the bottom.
He places his finger on my cheek and forces me to look at him. “You okay?”
I smile and lean up to kiss him, full of joy. “I’m perfect.”
“Me too.” He falls to my side and we lie facing the sun, completely naked.
Although I didn’t want to talk about my memories or anything that came with them today, this is the most progress we’ve made so far. Adam’s resilience amazes me. If only what had happened could disappear, I might finally feel at peace.
After we get the four-wheeler back on the trailer, we stop and pick up wings and beer at Truth or Dare Brewery. Since we agreed we didn’t want to be stuck there, I ran in and picked up the order to go.
“I’m tempted to ask what I used to like, but I’m not going to.” Lucy bites into a buffalo-style wing and immediately pants like a dog, waving her hand.
“Want some milk?” I ask.
She shakes her head and sips
her beer. “I’m good. But if I did like buffalo then, more power to the old Lucy.”
I laugh and hold out one of my honey barbeque wings. “Want to try mine?”
She nuzzles closer and her thigh lands against mine. We opted to change into our pajamas and veg in front of the television when we got home, which turned into a quickie on the stairs before we came up for air. I’ve been drooling over her tits in that threadbare T-shirt for weeks. A starved man can only hang on so long when there’s a juicy steak in front of him.
She leans forward and takes a bite of my wing. She looks up in the air and her head tilts right and left as though she’s a professional judge. “I like that one. Sweet but with a tang.”
I shake my head and hand her my box of wings, grabbing my beer from the table.
“No, they’re yours,” she says.
“Have them. I’m good with the medium ones too. Plus I ordered one of their quesadillas.”
“That does look good.” She stares at it while I pull out a triangle. The cheese pulls as though it doesn’t want to part with the remaining portion of the meal.
“Have some. It’s their specialty.”
“I’m not gonna keep stealing your food.” She hands me back the wings and studies the other wing flavors we grabbed.
Molly asked why I had so many flavors and I lied, telling her Cora and Toby were trying them out on Brody. She looked confused, but what does she know about kids anyway?
“This is our food.” I run my hands over the table. “Not mine or yours. Ours.”
“Still, you ordered that for yourself.”
I lean back on the couch, stretching my arm out along the back, facing her. “I have a request before we continue?”
She raises an eyebrow. “Okay.”
“I can’t handle any secrets. I promise to be an open book, but you have to promise the same, okay?”
“Yeah, of course.” She nods.
“Then tell me why you’re making a big deal about my wings and quesadillas?”
She sips her beer and stares at the wing selection again.
I lean forward, placing my finger under her chin and turning her face to mine. “What’s up, Lucy?”
Her teeth bite into her bottom lip and she shrugs. “I have this feeling that I used to get my way all the time. That I steamrolled you into doing what I wanted.”
A laugh leaves me, and I bend forward, shaking my head. “That’s every relationship. Do you think I was some doormat who let you dictate all my moves? That I starved myself so you got what you wanted?”
“More or less, yeah?” Her eyes don’t reach mine.
“I hate to break this to you, but if Nikki was next to me right now and she wanted my wings, I’d probably offer them to her too. That’s not specific to you, although I’d give you a lot more than I would my stepsister. It’s just me. It’s who I am. Who most men are with the women they love. I’ve been racking my brain for a way to show you that I didn’t sacrifice anything by being with you. I was exactly where I wanted to be.”
“Are you sure though?” She peeks up at me with the piercing blue eyes that drew me to her as soon as my hormones went crazy and noticed girls.
“I’m positive. Would I have been devastated when you left if you were such a horrible person? I don’t think so.”
She snuggles up to me and lays her head on my shoulder, her finger running over the words on my T-shirt. “I’m terrified you’re in love with someone who doesn’t exist anymore, but at the same time, I’m afraid I was a crappy wife you put on an undeserved pedestal.”
“Damn, you need to turn your brain off.” I nudge her to get up and direct her hips to straddle me. I place my hand on her cheeks. “We decided to throw all that shit out the window. I love this new Lucy thing you’re trying out, but that doesn’t change how I feel about the old Lucy either. She’s still here, you know?” I place a hand over her heart. “You can’t erase her, and I don’t want you to.”
She leans forward, her tits pressing to my chest. “Okay,” she says unconvincingly.
“Say it with more gusto.”
“Okay,” she says a little louder, and I allow her the reprieve so we can have an enjoyable night.
“There you go.” I place my lips on hers. I’m never going to grow tired of kissing her now that I know what it’s like not to be able to. “You still have two more to try. The two hottest ones.”
She shakes her head. “No way. I won’t have any taste buds left.”
“Do you wanna know which one you loved?”
“I’m guessing honey barbeque?”
I shake my head. “Inferno.”
“Really?” Her eyes widen.
I shake my head and chuckle.
“What then?”
“You didn’t eat wings.”
Her forehead falls to my shoulder. “I think I’m getting farther away from the old me rather than closer.”
I wrap my arms around her and kiss her temple. “You’re just more open to new things now. Nothing wrong with that.”
She nestles into my neck. “Adam?”
My hand runs down the hair splayed against her back. “Yeah?”
“Will you sleep with me tonight?”
I stiffen for a moment. I’m not sure I can go into our old bedroom just yet. Especially with all the boxes of our old life filling the space. “How about you sleep with me tonight?”
She picks up her head to look at me.
“I’m not ready.”
She stares for a moment before nodding. “Okay.”
Eventually I’ll need to address what that room represents, but for the moment, I’m going to enjoy getting this far.
I’m in the kitchen, packing my lunch for work, when Lucy walks down the stairs from the bedroom. It’s been a few days, and although I’d rather be here with her, I have to go to work. We’ve been hiding out since we don’t want our business everywhere, but it’s time for me to get back to my regular routine. Plus, she wants to tell her mom today, which should go as well as putting a cheetah and an antelope in the same cage.
I pour her coffee and slide it across the counter. She doesn’t pick it up but instead comes right over to me. She switched up her pajamas last night, wearing a tank top and shorts, saying she’s warmer in bed with me than when she’s alone.
“Good morning,” I say before kissing her.
She wraps her arms around my waist. “I was going to wake you up with a blow job this morning, but you wore me out last night.”
We’ve been going at one another like fucking bunnies. Thank god she has an IUD, otherwise I would’ve made a condom run at least three times by now and it probably would’ve ended up on Nikki’s show. I haven’t walked around with a hard-on this much since I was fourteen.
“And what brought on this plan?”
“Wanted to make sure you were thinking of me today,” she says, her fingers inching down my stomach.
“No worries, I’ll be thinking about what I’m gonna do to you when I get home.”
She takes one of my hands and slides it up her chest. The brash movement makes my dick twitch.
“Oh, I got a reaction,” she says, obviously feeling it since her other hand is right by my crotch. She slides her tongue out of her mouth, gives me her seductive glare, and shakes her hips before falling to her knees in front of me.
“I can’t be late,” I say like an idiot.
She takes the strap of my utility belt, sliding it out and unhooking it. “Then I better do an A-plus job.”
I step back to lean on the counter, knowing I’m going to need the support.
In no time flat, my pants are open and pushed down to pool at my ankles. She pulls down my boxer briefs, and my dick pops up between us like a jack-in-the-box.
She moves forward, her tongue running up the length of my cock, staring at me for a reaction the entire time. Then her fingers wrap around my base and my cock jumps in excitement that it gets to start its morning like this.
My f
ingers thread through her dark strands, not about to miss a second of her lips on me. She brings the leaking tip of my cock to her lips, sweeping her tongue across it while her fist pumps me, and my dick aches for more. She wraps her entire mouth over my dick, taking me all the way to the back of her throat. The strands of her hair tighten in my hand from the lurch of my body coming off the counter.
Damn, her mouth is still fucking amazing.
She works me expertly with the precision of someone who knows her way around a dick, my dick, doing everything I love. She might not remember all the things from her past, but she remembers exactly what gets me off during a blow job.
“Fuck,” I say, unable to stop myself from thrusting into her mouth.
She moans, licking up my underside. Fuck, I’m gonna nut in her mouth right now. The noises she’s making in the quiet of our home are driving me crazy.
I put my hands on the counter, wanting to give her the control to take me wherever she wants. For her to feel the power she has over me, that I’m hers and only hers, forever.
That seems to spur her enjoyment, and she torments me with her mouth and her hand simultaneously. She’s not looking up at me and waiting for me to come, but it’s like she’s enjoying her mouth on me. When she reaches her hand under the waistband of her shorts, I’m done.
“I’m gonna come,” I groan.
She doesn’t stop and I moan as I come in her mouth. She swallows and licks my now sensitive tip.
Fuck, how I missed this.
“Now you can go to work.” She pulls up my boxer briefs and my pants, sliding me back inside, then buckles my utility belt.
“I think I’m coming down with something.” I put the back of my hand on my forehead.
She laughs and rises to her tiptoes. She kisses me, and tasting myself on her tongue is fucking glorious. Jesus, I want to spend the day here with her. I take a quick glance at the clock. Yeah, I’m gonna be late.
I grab her hips and hoist her on the counter, then tear off her pajama shorts and push her shirt up to see her tits.
“You have work,” she says.
“They’ll deal. If I don’t taste you this morning, I’ll be distracted all day.”
