Page 312 of Rage

"Where's your shower?" I ask, checking my phone screen for the time. "We're good if we're quick." There's just enough time for me to make my next move.

Trusting that I have a handle on the time, Adam nods and stands on trembling legs. I follow him to a room that obviously belongs to him. Unlike the main living space, it feels like Adam actually lives here. There's a king-sized bed with a dark blue comforter; the bed is made and the edges are tucked in perfectly. A large mirrored cross hangs on the wall above the bed, but the rest of the dark grey walls are decorated with framed sportsmemorabilia posters. Several bookshelves surround a large bay window with a window seat. Random nicknacks are scattered through the room, including a few model cars and trophies. It smells so strongly of Adam that I find myself taking deep inhales, as if I could infuse the scent of his subtle cologne into my brain.

Adam leads me to a wooden door that slides open, exposing a lavish ensuite bathroom that would rival an extravagant hotel. I'm tempted to talk Adam into soaking in the massive jacuzzi tub instead of going anywhere, but we both have work to do.

A towel is pressed into my hands, and I look away from the bathtub to meet Adam's smiling eyes.

"I want to live in that," I say, pointing to the jacuzzi I've been ogling.

"I've actually never used it," he says, gritting his teeth in a guilty smile.

"That's blasphemous, Adam."

He chuckles. "I'd say you're welcome to take a swim in it, but?—"

"We don't have time. Rain check, maybe."

"Yeah. Maybe."

We stare at each other until enough steam has built up in the room to break our momentary trance.

"Oh, um. The shower's ready for you. I'll be down the hall, but everything you need should be—" I cut him off with a kiss.

"This shower is plenty big enough for both of us," I tell him. "Besides, we don't have much more time. Might as well make the most out of it. Who knows when we'll have privacy like this again?"

Adam doesn't argue or resist when I take him by the hand and pull him into the shower. The moment the door is closed, I attack, pressing him against the frosted glass and kissing him hungrily. His needy cock presses insistently against my stomach.I break our kiss to look down at it, my eyebrow raised. I'm honestly impressed with his recovery rate. Then again, despite coming my brains out less than twenty minutes ago, I'm halfway there myself.

I don't know if it's the heat of the shower or embarrassment turning Adam's cheeks so red. "I love how needy you are for it. How ready you always are."

"I can't help it," he says shyly. "I've spent my whole life holding back, and now it's like I can't stop. I even—" he cuts himself off, but I have to know what he's so embarrassed about.

"Even what, Adam? Tell me."

Mouth pursed into a thin line, he shakes his head. "It's nothing," he says, turning away from me to duck under the spray of the rainfall shower.

"Nothing, my ass," I mutter, moving in behind him and snatching the loofah from his hands. I hold it out for him to pour on body wash, then get to work washing his back, arms, ass and thighs. Instead of turning him around to do the front, I plaster myself to his back and reach around, washing his chest while my now fully hard cock rests against the bottom of his ass. I hum appreciatively when he pushes back against me. When he's turned on enough, he doesn't seem to be aware of what he's doing and lets his instincts take over. I fucking love it. Not just because I am readily available to take full advantage of his needs and curiosity, but because watching him experience even a fleeting moment of freedom when he comes undone is like nothing else I've seen or felt before. It's a fucking beautiful sight, and it makes me regret playing games with him even more.

I didn't expect to have this much of a reaction to him. I've all but forgotten my purpose for getting close to him in the first place and have fully focused all my attention on wanting Adam. My goal of turning Adam Havre into my desperate little cock slut is still firmly at the top of my priorities, but I keep forgettingthe why of it all. Exploiting him to get back at his father is an afterthought. Fucking him because I want to, because I want to make him feel good, has overshadowed the anger and hatred that made me decide to pursue Adam in the first place. All I can think about is how badly I want my dick inside that big, beautiful, muscular ass. I want to fuck him so badly, to make him beg for it?—

Adam tenses in my arms, and I realize that I'm thrusting against him, just enough that my cock is sliding through his cheeks. I didn't even notice I was doing it, lost in my thoughts of how badly I want him. Jesus, I don't know how it's possible to want someone this much.

Maybe after I fuck him, at least once in every position I can think of, I'll be able to walk away.

"Sorry," I mutter softly, kissing his shoulder. "You're just so fucking sexy."

"It—It's okay. You can t-touch me…there."

A pained groan rumbles through me, and I bury my face between his shoulder blades.

“Oh, you sweet, sweet boy.” He shivers at the contact of my lips and tongue on his skin. “Put your hands on the wall.”

There's a moment of hesitation before Adam complies, and I can tell he isn't completely sure about what's happening. I want to ask him if he trusts me, but hearing him say it will make me feel even more like the piece of shit I am.

I’ll just have to make up for it by blowing his mind with pleasure.

With that in mind, I make my way down his body, trailing kisses and lapping at the drops of water rolling down the small of his back. When I'm on my knees behind him, I trail my fingers lightly over his ankles, up his calves, and across the backs of his thighs, where I tap him to widen his stance before I gently grip his juicy ass cheeks and spread him wide for me. His pretty pinkhole stares back at me, winking as he clenches his body with nerves. At the first swipe of my tongue, he whimpers so prettily, I could cry.

Chapter Four

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