A door slammed open, and I jumped away.
“You motherfuckers best not have drank all the beer!” Finlay yelled as he shoved into the shared hooch we used as a communal living space.
I glanced at Adam, and he looked fucking freaked out.
Shit.
I’d been worried that almost getting caught would derail our trip, but Adam had come into our hooch a few days before we were headed home with a grin and a pep in his step.
He looked around before he said, “I got flights booked. I figured a couple of nights in Puerto Rico before picking up the boat in Fort Lauderdale and motoring back to Vah Beach would do us both some good.”
Giddiness—fuck, I was a teenage girl—filled me. “Sounds good.”
“You ready to head out?” Adam asked quietly, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I glanced around, noticing the cargo door was open, and the support staff had unloaded all our equipment. I looked down at my bags, then back at Adam. I nodded.
“You okay?” His brow was furrowed.
“Yeah, I’m good. Just happy we’re home and that we all made it back relatively unscathed,” I replied, hefting my seabag and backpack over my shoulder.
I followed him out of the plane, waving at everyone we passed and wishing them a good break. Adam strutted toward his pickup ahead of me, and seeing him walking around still made me sigh with relief.
After a quick pitstop to drop our gear and pack for a few weeks of vacation, we were off. Once in the air, we looked for a place to stay in PR. We played it safe and rented a villa with two bedrooms and bathrooms so if anyone asked, we could say we had our own beds.
The bellhop closed the door behind him. I turned and flipped the latch and security hook.
Adam pounced before I could turn back around, pushing me up against the door.
“Get rid of your fucking clothes. Now!” he growled against my ear as he shoved his khaki-covered cock against my ass. “I need in your ass.”
I reached behind my head, grabbed my T-shirt, and pulled it over my head. Adam had backed off a bit; his hands brushed against my ass. He was undoing his shorts. Following his lead, I popped the button on my cargo shorts, pushing them and my briefs down.
Adam wasted no time. His mouth latched onto my neck, sucking, licking and biting. The pull as he sucked the tendon where my neck met my shoulder had my balls drawing up as the feel of his mouth on me pushed me close to the edge. I grabbed my balls, pulling them away from my body.
The man’s favorite game was to see how fast he could make me come. Mine was to hold off as long as possible, because he got so frustrated he’d let loose and fuck me savagely.
“I know what you’re doing, and I’m not in the mood for it. Put your fucking hands on the door and push out your ass,” Adam ordered, shoving my face against the door.
He held me there with one hand, shoving two lubed fingers between my cheeks. He teased and played with the rim of my hole, holding me still as he tortured me.
My body was strung tight. I was right on the fucking edge, but my cock bounced untouched between the door and my body. The way Adam pressed my face against the door, I could see the precum dripping from my cock onto the floor, pooling between my feet.
“Please…” I begged.
Adam chuckled darkly. The savage, sexual predator in him was out to play.
“Please what?” he growled in my ear.
I loved this side of him. He rarely let it loose, but when he did, I knew I wouldn’t walk right for days.
“I need you, Woody. Please,” I cried.
My cock throbbed painfully. The bite of pain was so fucking bittersweet.
He shoved his fingers into my loosened hole, hard and fast, to his knuckles. I screamed his name as I nearly came when he pegged my prostate.
Another dark chuckle as he rubbed and played with the gland, driving me insane. He pushed me right to the edge, then pulled me back when I felt the cum build up in my nuts. I cursed him. I thought. Words left my mouth, but they didn’t make much sense. Not even to me.
