As her body shuddered, trying to come down off the high he’d just given her, he sheathed his cock, and slipped inside her.
She was sopping fucking wet, and so damn hot he wasn’t sure he could withstand her heat. When her body clamped down on his, he decided that if he wound up with third-degree burns on his dick after this, he’d be just fine.
She was worth it.
This moment was worth it.
He placed one hand on her hip and the other at her shoulder, pulling her back onto his cock.
The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh heightened the experience, pulling him deeper into this erotic haze where the only thing that mattered was their pleasure, how good they could make each other feel, how much satisfaction they could wring out of each other.
He could feel her walls closing around him again, pulling him in deeper with each thrust. He lifted his leg, planting his foot on the sofa as he canted his hips, deepening his thrusts until she was keening, breaking beneath him as she lost herself in her pleasure.
With each throb of her climax, she became wetter, until her essence was spraying out in erratic pulses.
The sight of her squirting on his cock was too much for even his countenance. His balls climbed higher, his rhythm faltered, and his orgasm wrapped around the base of his spine.
When the first pulse of his release approached, he tightened his hold on her, increasing the depth and speed of his thrusts until he emptied himself into the condom.
He quickly lost his ability to stand, so he braced both hands on the back of the couch, nuzzling her neck, until he could find the strength to flop down into a seated position, and pull her into his side.
His body would protest all this activity in the morning. He didn’t give a good goddamn about any aches and pains his over-forty bones and muscles would undoubtedly have for him.
There was nothing better than pleasing the woman who was now filling his arms. And before the night was over, he planned to do it all over again.
Adam sipped his coffee, letting the events of last night play in his head. The atmosphere changed between he and Janae. Her admission about why she so desperately needed James to get into New York School of Performing and Fashion Arts through the feeder program made him a convert. They absolutely had to save this program.
Learning of her trauma made everything in him want to help Janae. The truth was, he had the means to help her. He’d wisely saved and invested his NBA money. That, and only living within his means as an educator meant that Adam had considerable wealth. Yet, as soon as the idea of offering her money to solve her problem crossed his mind, he knew instantly it was the wrong move.
Janae didn’t need a savior. She needed support. He wouldn’t be another man in her life who just took over and didn’t consider her feelings. That’s what her ex had done. He would not make the same mistake and try to use his money to control Janae.
He understood the lengths a parent would go through to help their child become more. Monroe Hills was a small town with only a handful of wealthy people living within its borders. Most people were barely making enough to get by.
That was one of the reasons his father wanted him to work so hard at basketball. He knew it would earn him a scholarship, and that would be his ticket to a better life. True, Adam hadn’t wanted that exact life. Nonetheless, Adam knew his father had pushed so hard to make sure Adam would make it out and succeed.
He scratched at his beard as a single thought took hold.
What if I hadn’t gotten that scholarship? Where would I be now?
He’d be a hypocrite to rob these kids of an equally significant opportunity just because it made sense on paper.
The creak of the floorboards upstairs stopped his musings. A few moments later, Janae walked into the kitchen.
Once he laid eyes on her, seeing her soft smile, and easy manner as she walked around in the T-shirt and basketball shorts he’d left on the bed for her, he knew he needed to do whatever was necessary to make her plan work. Janae deserved this win, and the kids in the district deserved this opportunity to follow their dreams.
Chapter 18
“I can’t believe you made me give up my Saturday for this car wash bullshit.”
Adam turned to Derrick, smiling as he handed the man a paper coffee cup.
“It’s for a good cause, D.”
Derrick’s straight face turned Adam’s smile into a chuckle as he watched his friend’s expression grow terser. Out of their trio, Derrick was the one who could always find a reason to smile. He was upbeat and easygoing, which didn’t hurt his ability to make people love him either.
Derrick’s perpetual good mood and easy nature was exactly why Adam was enjoying the man’s uncharacteristic crabbiness so much.
“Come on, man.” Adam slung his arm around Derrick’s neck. “It’s a fundraiser to help keep the arts program from shutting down.” When that didn’t seem to bring out Derrick’s compassion, Adam said, “It’s for the kids,” like that was the only explanation needed to change Derrick’s mood.
