Page 98 of Storm Bound
Then the hand he had around me slid down to my cock. He wrapped his palm around it and tugged at it. I felt my eyes rolling and the heat between us increase.
And just as quickly, he let go of me. I looked down. He’d rested my dick under his balls on his thigh, and before I even knew what was happening, he closed his legs around me and started grinding.
My head rubbed along his taint, and the tightness around me made me choke. But Charlie didn’t stop. He kept pushing his hips against me and put his free hand on my face.
We kissed as I fucked his legs looking into his eyes, feeling his hold over me, in every inch of me, and I knew I was safe and loved. We were together now, and nothing could come between us.
And I, for my part, couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him, in his embrace, under his servitude, looked after and loved. Always loved.
My jaw dropped, and my butt cheeks clenched. The release shot out of me, taking my breath away again. It was something I’d have to get used to with him. Him taking my breath away every moment for the rest of our lives.
Twenty-Seven
Charlie
“We havesometime,” I said, Adam pinned on the wall in front of me, gazing into his eyes.
He really did look stunning in a suit, and the sheer sight of him in one made me giddy for some action.
“Baby—” he said, and I raised an eyebrow. “M-master… we don’t have any time.”
“Don’t be such a spoilsport. We’ll be quick,” I insisted.
“You can’t be late for your thirtieth.”
“Yes, I can. It’smyparty.”
“Well, it’s rude. And besides, they’re going to be here soon—” he said just as the doorbell rang.
We both turned to look at the door, but I didn’t move. I felt Adam take a deep breath, and he tried to push me off him.
“That’d be them,” he said.
I huffed but backed down, and Adam was free from my grasp. He marched to the door as I patted my own suit down, trying to defeat the nerves.
He turned to look at me one more time, rubbing his fingers by his sides and biting his lip.
“Go on. I’ll be fine,” I urged him on.
I smiled and he nodded, then turned back to the door and opened it.
A storm of a woman with silver hair with pink tips came in, dressed from head to toe in a black dress, pantyhose, loafers, and a coat, and took her son in her embrace.
A man with salt and pepper curly hair in a black suit followed behind her, looking like a spitting image of Adam, only older.
“Welcome, welcome, guys,” Adam said.
His mom released him from her embrace and squeezed his cheeks like he was a ten-year-old boy and not a grown man. Quite frankly, I was jealous of the treatment. I wished my mother had seen me grow up, that she had been there when I graduated, when I got my first job, when I turned twenty-one, or both times when I was in the hospital.
“I missed you so much, honey. Have you lost weight? I think you’ve lost weight,” she said.
“No, Mom. I haven’t lost anything. If anything, I’ve put, like, ten pounds in the last few days with all the Greek food Yaya has been sending us,” he replied.
“Oh, Marina. I can’t wait to meet her in person. We’ve sooo much to talk about,” she said, taking her coat off.
She was wearing a beautiful golden broach in the shape of a firefly with small emeralds lined up to its body, and a matching bracelet and ring.
“I’m sure you do,” Adam’s dad mumbled and took her coat, hanging it up on the wall.
