Page 19 of My Accidental Valentine

His phone buzzes almost immediately, and Adam’s grin widens as he reads the reply.

“Let’s go,” he says, taking my hand and lacing his fingers with mine.

We slip out of the kitchen, moving quietly down the hallway and past the living room before anyone notices. Adam leads me up the stairs to the second floor. When we reach the end of the corridor, we stop in front of his door. I glance over my shoulder and notice the room across from it—that must be theone Peter mentioned earlier, the one meant for me. How did I miss it before?

Adam watches me before opening his door and stepping aside, letting me in first. The moment we’re inside, the door clicks shut behind us, and his hands are on me—fingers slipping over the buttons of my shirt, undoing them one by one. His lips press into mine, firm and hungry, sending a jolt through me.

He pulls back for just a second, his eyes sweeping over my bare chest, lingering like he’s memorizing every inch. He reaches for the button of my jeans, unfastening it, his knuckles brushing my stomach before he slides the denim down to the floor.

“May I?” Adam asks, his hands hovering over the waistband of my briefs. When I nod, he hooks his fingers beneath the fabric and slowly pushes them down, baring me completely. His gaze drops to my cock—already hard, twitching under the weight of his attention.

A soft, unsteady breath escapes me as my hands reach for his shirt, fingers tangling in the fabric. I pull it over his head in one swift motion, the need to feel his skin against mine so overwhelming it almost aches.

My fingers slide down to his jeans, fumbling slightly as I work to unbutton them. Adam steps in, brushing my hands aside to finish the job himself, before slipping his jeans off along with his boxers.

The sight of him—his cock, big and hard just for me—makes my whole body tremble, heat pooling low in my stomach as my pulse races.

Adam steps closer, his body pressing against mine, his heat searing through my skin. His hands slide down to my ass,lifting me effortlessly. He carries me to the edge of the table near the bed and lowers me onto it—the cool surface sending a shiver up my spine, a sharp contrast to the heat of his body.

“Beautiful,” Adam whispers before leaning in and pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to my lips. His tongue glides across my lower lip, making my breath catch—

A loud knock at the door makes us both freeze. I flinch, my stomach jolting. But the door stays closed.

Adam straightens, glancing over his shoulder before turning back to me. He leans in and presses a brief, reassuring kiss to my lips, leaving me breathless and bare on the table as he strides to the door.

He opens it just enough to peek out, crouches to pick something up from the floor, then shuts it again and turns the lock with a quiet click.

“Who was that?” I murmur, still trying to calm my racing pulse. But when I see the pack of condoms and the bottle of lube in his hand, a startled laugh slips out. “Peter?”

Adam nods, a grin tugging at his lips as he returns to me. His body fits snugly between my thighs as he steps closer, his hands resting firmly on my hips.

Our eyes lock—he's watching me, dark-eyed, hungry, and unflinching.

“Can I fuck you, Sammy?” he asks, his voice rough, like he’s barely restraining himself, like he could lose control any second.

God, the way he says my name—needy, raw, like it’s something sacred… I nod, my eyes drifting down to his cock, thick and already glistening with pre-cum.

Adam’s hands press gently against my chest, easing me back until I’m lying flat on the table. My legs lift as he positions himself between them. I hear the soft click of the lube cap before he squeezes a generous amount into his palm. He rubs his hands together to warm it, his gaze flicking to mine, softening for a heartbeat before his hunger returns.

He leans down, his mouth finding mine again. The kiss is slow but deep, his tongue brushing mine as his slick hand moves lower—between my cheeks—fingers circling my entrance, spreading the lube across the sensitive rim.

A breath catches in my throat as he carefully presses the tip of his finger inside. I arch beneath him, my back curving off the table as my body adjusts, welcoming him.

“Relax, baby,” he whispers against my lips, and I breathe out shakily as his finger presses deeper, past the tight ring of muscle. He pulls out just enough to make me gasp before sliding back in—then again, and again—each smooth, maddening thrust making my body hum with need.

His hand shifts, angling just right—thenthere. A spark of pleasure shoots through me as he brushes that spot inside me, and a whimper escapes my lips.

“Fuck,” I gasp, my hands gripping Adam’s shoulders as my thighs tighten around his waist. Adam’s finger curls again, caressing that spot over and over, sending waves of pleasure straight to my core. God, how is he so good at this?

I start moving without thinking, rocking my hips in time with his motions, fucking myself onto his finger, desperate for more. Another moan slips from my lips, desperate and breathy, as his mouth trails along my jawline.

“God, the sounds you make,” Adam mutters, husky with need.

My heartbeat thrums, my whole body alive with sensation as I roll my hips, seeking the friction and heat.

Adam’s tongue slides over my bottom lip before he moves lower, trailing kisses along my jawline and down the side of my neck. His mouth lingers there, warm and wet, tasting the sensitive skin.

When his lips reach my chest, I suck in a sharp breath. He pauses, glancing up at me with a dark, focused look before his mouth closes around my right nipple.

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