Page 28 of Champagne Kisses
Her dress is riding up from the gyrations. I help it along, until my hands are gripping her bare ass. It feels amazing in my palms, and my dick is almost painfully hard now.
She picks up the pace of her grinding, pulling open my shirt and pressing her bare breasts against my chest—skin to skin. From the heat coming off her and the shiver when I spank her ass, I’m not the only one barreling towards release.
Except for my pants and what feels like a lace thong, we’re having sex. It’s startling to think how good this feels and I haven’t even been inside her yet. I kiss my way down her neck to her nipples, licking and biting them as I thrust faster against her panties.
“Oh my God! I’m coming!” she screams, bucking in my lap and triggering my own orgasm. My fierce grunt is muffled by her breast and we cling tightly to each other as we unravel together.
I’m definitely in trouble.
Chapter fourteen
Maya
After our X-rated dry humping session, Adam smacked my ass again before leaving to wash up. It's a turn-on how assertive he is in the bedroom—well, technically we're in theliving room. It's definitely something I hope to explore further. Between the dirty talk, the nipple play, and the size of the erection I felt pushing through his pants, I knew I was a goner.
No guy has ever made me cum while still wearing my clothes. I still have on my shoes, for God's sakes! I maybe should’ve stopped when he warned me he was close, but making a strong, sexy man lose control is another one of my turn-ons. I tuck my completely ruined panties into my purse and hear water running in the bathroom down the hall. This seems like the perfect opportunity to snoop.
In the kitchen, he’s got a decent collection of coffee, tea, and a fancy espresso machine. I see the butter cookies he mentionedin the cupboard and ice cream, vodka, and frozen peas in the freezer. True to a bachelor, the fridge contains nothing but beer and leftover pizza old enough to grow mold. Ew.
One side of his living room is a home office complete with double monitors, an ergonomic keyboard, a wireless headset and…is that a server? Note to self: ask Adam what he does that requires a home office straight out of NASA’s mission control.
Now for the juicy stuff. The shelf behind his desk is full of pictures:
Adam with an older couple–a white woman with a kind face and auburn hair and a tall, Asian man who’s intimidating even in the picture.
Those must be his parents.
Adam in a cap and gown with that couple again, plus four other men, all with the same wide smile.
Fourbrothers? Wow! My parents told me it was “one and done” for them. I can’t imagine a house full of that much testosterone.
Adam with a beautiful redhead after some sort of presentation.
Adam with a beautiful brunette at…prom maybe?
Adam and a beautiful blonde playing tennis.
Adam surrounded by beautiful women at a beachbonfire.
Adam with–
“Someone is being nosey, I see.” Adam’s voice feels like an embrace and two seconds later, his hands wrap around my waist. He presses a kiss to the base of my neck and I do my best not to stiffen. I turn in his arms and paste a fake smile on my face. I need to get out of here fast.
“Busted. I got curious and started looking around.” His arms loosen enough for me to move away.
“And what did you find out?” Although he lets me escape, he follows close behind, watching me.
“Nothing too bad. Your fridge is basically empty, but that’s no surprise.” The corners of his mouth lift, but it’s not really a smile. I push onward.
“With the desk setup you have, you must do something high-tech.” He nods silently. I’m almost to the door.
“And I think you have four brothers.” I grab my purse from where I left it by the door.
“Anything else?” he asks, one eyebrow raised but his expression otherwise a mystery.
“No,” I say, my fake smile feeling more like baring teeth.
“Then why does it feel like you’re running away?”Because I am, I say to myself. I can’t admit that seeing all those women on his shelf brought up old and deep-rooted insecurities. Insecurities I’ve tried to cover up with layer cake and crafting.Insecurities that now have me worried I’m some sort of fetish for him instead of a real person.
