Page 17 of One Hot Summer
When I pulled back to catch my breath, he surged up, nipping at my jaw, my ear, dragging his teeth down the side of my neck. “Fuck,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “Please. Want you so bad.”
“Yeah?” I grinned deviously, pinning his wrists to the bed above his head. “Tell me what you want.”
He arched up, rutting against me, so hard I could feel the heat of his cock as he left a wet streak against my stomach. “I want you to fuck me,” he said, no hesitation. “I want you inside me. Now.”
God. I’d never heard anything so fucking hot.
I let go of his wrists and raked my fingers down his chest, tracing every line, every muscle, every shiver. I grabbed the backof his knee and pushed his leg up, exposing him. He spread for me without being asked, open and desperate, and the trust in that move almost broke me.
Reaching for the bedside table, I yanked the drawer open, searching for the bottle of lube I knew I had tucked away inside there. My fingers finally landed on it and I pulled it out, a victorious smile on my face.
Adam arched an eyebrow questioningly and I chuckled. “Sometimes it gets lonely up here all by myself,” I explained.
His jaw dropped and his pupils blew wide with arousal, the green of his irises nearly disappearing completely. “That’s so damn hot. I might need to see that for myself sometime.”
“Hmm. We’ll see about that,” I teased but then my smile faded. “But that does bring up another concern. I don’t have any condoms in the cabin. There’s never really been a need for them here.”
He tilted his head as if considering my words before giving me a hesitant look. “There’s another option.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
He spoke quickly, his nervousness causing his words to run together like one really long sentence. “I know it’s probably crazy and I swear, I’ve never gone without a condom before but I’m always very careful and I get tested all the time and, so I know for sure I’m negative, but if you’re not sure or you don’t want to—” I pressed my lips to his, cutting off his frantic rambling. He sighed into my mouth, forgetting whatever else he was going to say.
Only when I was sure I had his attention, did I pull back. “It is crazy and part of me wants to ground you for even considering such a thing,” I said with narrowed eyes. “But I trust you. I know how mature you are and that you wouldn’t put yourself at risk. I also get checked routinely and am negative.”
“Sooo… is that a yes?” he asked, smiling up at me adorably.
A growl rumbled up from my chest. “Why is it so hard to say no to you?”
“Because you don’t want to,” he replied cheekily, batting his eyelashes at me.
“God help me, I don’t. Not when I know how good you feel, how delicious you taste.” I trailed a hot path down his neck, nipping at him and swirling my tongue over his smooth skin as if to prove my point.
Adam moaned, tossing his head back and arching into me. My mouth found his nipple and latched on, sucking and swirling my tongue over it, flicking the tip over the rigid little nub until he was writhing on the bed. His responsiveness was a thing of beauty, and I couldn’t wait to see what other sounds I could pull from him, how he’d look when he finally came undone.
I moved down further, spreading his legs wide to allow room for my shoulders. I clicked the cap open on the lube and poured a generous amount over my fingers before rubbing them together to warm them, then reached down and found his hole, tight and twitching with anticipation. I circled it teasingly then I pressed one finger in, slow and careful, watching his face for any sign of pain. He just moaned, rolling his hips to take more.
“That’s it, Adam,” I said, voice rough. “You’re so fucking good.”
“More,” he begged. “I can take it. I need it.”
I gave him another finger, watching it disappear inside his welcome heat, stretching him, scissoring gently. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. I curled my fingers and found his spot, and he jerked, almost coming, untouched.
“Jesus,” he gasped, grabbing at the sheets. “Holy fuck, Griffin?—”
“Shh.” I leaned in and kissed him, slowly this time. “Relax. Let me get you ready.”
He nodded, eyes glazed, totally pliant in my hands. I kept working him open, adding a third finger, twisting until he started to shudder and beg. When he was loose and slick, I pulled out and positioned myself between his legs, hands gripping his thighs.
He looked down at me, hair wild and his breathing labored. “What are you?—”
I buried my face in his ass and licked him, slow and filthy, letting my tongue drag circles around his rim. He went rigid, then melted, moaning so loud I worried the neighbors would hear. I didn’t stop, not even when he started babbling, not even when he said my name over and over like a prayer.
“Holy shit, that’s so good,” he panted, fisting the sheets. “Oh my God, don’t stop. Please, Griffin, don’t fucking stop?—”
I tongued him until his whole body vibrated, then slid up and kissed his hip, his cock, anywhere I could reach. Moving into a kneeling position, I lined myself up, pressing the head to his hole. It took everything in me not to bury myself in him right away, but I had to be sure.
“Look at me, Adam.” His eyes darted to mine and held. “If we do this, it can’t be undone. Are you absolutely sure?”
