“Play with your cock. Lightly. And don’t you fucking dare come,” he snarled in my ear.
I whimpered, but did as I was told. I lightly jerked myself. Slowly and with the softest grip. The harsh fucking and the gentle stroking fucked with my head. My emotions boiled under the surface. Tears welled up; drool and snot ran as I sobbed in agonizing pleasure.
Adam finger-fucked me until I was completely incoherent. Tears continued rolling down my face as I begged for release. Just when I approached the edge again, Adam pulled his fingers from my body and rammed his cock into the hilt. Hegrabbed my hip, holding me still with a hand on my hip and neck while he fucked me mercilessly. I pulled my hand from my cock to brace myself against the villa’s front door.
“Put your hand back where I had it. No one said you could fucking stop!” His voice was low and rough. He was fucking close.
I gripped my cock, jerking myself off in time with his thrusts.
“That’s right, Rocket. Fuck your hand like I’m fucking your hole,” he said as his thrusts lost rhythm.
He punished my ass, fucking me furiously. He wrapped his hand around my throat, cutting of my air while pulling my head back to rest on his shoulder next to his. He forced my mouth to him, growling against my lips as I gasped.
“Come,” he said as he slammed inside me, pushing me into the door and holding me there as he filled my ass, forcing my orgasm from me. I came all over the door and my hand.
My knees buckled, and even though I had half a foot on him, Adam caught me and lowered us to the floor. I hissed as he slipped out of my channel. His cum ran out of my ass and down my thighs.
I wanted to lie there and drift off to sleep, but Adam refused. He pulled me up and pushed me toward one of the bathrooms. He cleaned us up and then tucked us into bed.
The dance floor and people around us pulsed with energy. The music rolled over us, and the beat vibrated through our souls. We ground against one another in a poor semblance ofdancing, but our bodies moved together perfectly, like they did in bed.
Or against a door.
Or in the shower.
“I needed this,” I whisper-shouted in his ear so he could hear me over the music.
Our foreheads were pressed together. My elbows rested on his shoulders, blocking our faces from those around us. We had on ballcaps but had turned them backward so we could get closer, and as hot as it was, we still had our shirts on. We both had several tattoos we had to hide. Tattoos that would identify us as SEALs to anyone in the service.
He nodded his head as his mouth pressed against mine. His tongue brushed the seam of my lips, forcing a moan from me. Jesus, he could rile me up without even trying.
Minutes or hours later, our mouths separated. We were both gasping for breath. The way this man made me feel was like nothing on this planet. He riled me up like nothing I’d ever experienced. Sometimes, it was anger. When things were bad between us, it was rage, but no matter what, lust and love were always there.
We continued to move together. I stared down at the most amazing man I’d ever met.
“Do you know how much I love you?”
His eyes widened. I could tell I’d shocked the fuck out of him. I watched him swallow. His mouth opened and closed several times before I laid my finger against his lips. I leaned into him as the song changed to a slower tune.
“Don’t. I know it’s not there for you, and I don’t want you to force it or lie to me,” I whispered.
I didn’t want the words if he didn’t feel the same way or wasn’t ready to say them yet.
I closed my eyes and let the music take hold of me, dancing along with the man I loved in my arms. I prayed Adam, with this trip, was saying he wanted us together. I knew the hell we would have to live through to be together secretly, but I was willing to try if he was. I would do anything for him. He was the love of my life. I could only hope I would be the same for him sooner rather than later.
CHAPTER 11
ADAM
SUMMER 2009
Nothing made sense.Everything was jumbled like a puzzle box had been flipped upside-down and the pieces scattered across the floor. My brain fought like hell to sort it all out, but all I seemed to have were edge pieces. Every time I found a middle piece, the pegs were square when I needed round or round when I needed square.
I shook my head, trying to toss the pieces around so I could finally see what was going on. Something rustled in the corner off to the side. The puzzle was slowly piecing itself together, but it was like looking at a Monet up close. Plus, there were still big, black chunks missing.
The scent of food and bodily fluids overwhelmed me. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been given food. If I had anything in my system to puke up, I might’ve gagged if Brock’s big dick hadn’t killed that years ago.
Thinking about Brock and all we had been and were to one another would only mudsuck me yet again. I needed to gather intel, not think about all the shit I was missing out on and the things I might never get to experience again. There were somany fucking things I’d fucked up. So many fucking things I’d denied.
