I hesitated before taking his hand as he pulled me up. His grip was firm, his skin warm, and I flexed my fingers to make the sensation go away. When he threw both mattresses on the floor, I blinked in surprise. So, we were doing that again, despite...
He could probably see the confusion on my face because he explained.
“I’m sleepy.”
“Oh,” I muttered, scratching my head. “Right.”
“Take off your clothes.”
My eyes almost popped out of the sockets. “Pardon?”
“Take off your clothes, Jordan. Undress. Strip. Fucking now.”
My dick twitched with interest. Fuck. Not again.
“Why?”
“I want you on your back. Please.”
Was he doing it on purpose? He looked unperturbed, unbothered, and relaxed, and it made me angry. Why was I the only one upset by this? Still, I did what he said because I saw no other option. I lay as far away from him as possible, closed my eyes, and prayed for sleep. I didn’t care if it would bring dreams or nightmares, as long as it stopped me from thinking.
When Adam’s hand brushed against mine, I tensed up, trying to control my breathing. In and out. In and out. In and out. His finger moved, grazing mine. By accident. Surely, by accident. I wanted to graze it back, only to stop myself in the nick of time. When my dick hardened, I started counting backward from a hundred. I reached forty-six when Adam spoke.
“Yeah, this isn’t gonna cut it.”
My eyes snapped open. “W-what?”
He propped himself on his elbows, gazing into the distance.
“Do you want to do it again?”
I blinked in confusion. “Do w-what?”
He still wouldn’t look at me.
“Ten seconds. Lips, no tongue. Yes or no?”
Fuck. Me.
Say no.
I almost laughed because my inner voice was hilarious.
“Okay.”
Adam looked at me, his face blank. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He turned toward me and pressed his lips to mine. Just like that. And just like that, my heart went berserk. My brain shut down. Somewhere on the way to my lungs, my breath stuttered to a stop. Only the pressure of his lips on mine kept me tethered to the moment. Speaking of, was he counting? Or was I supposed to count? I should probably tell him I couldn’t do math right now if my life depended on it. My hand found his waist, though. I didn’t know if that was against the rules, but I wasn’t groping him or anything. I just held him. Speaking of rules, I wanted to move my lips badly, but it probably wasn’t allowed. I also wanted to lick him, but he said no tongue, so… How much time did we have left, anyway?
When Adam broke the kiss, I opened my eyes and met a bewildered blue gaze. A few moments of stunned silence passed before he spoke.
“Twenty?”
“Fuck, yeah,” I breathed.
When he slammed his mouth on mine, all breath left me. My lips parted on their own volition, never minding me. When his tongue swiped across them, I wanted to cry with relief.Oh, we’re doing that. Thank God.I needed to taste him more thananything, so when our tongues tangled, a helpless moan escaped me. Adam moaned too as his hand found my waist, pulling me closer to him. Could he feel it too? This incessant need to just… fuck. No wonder my hips bucked, humping the air out of sheer desperation. No wonder I raised my head, deepening the kiss until our teeth clanked against each other. No wonder I hooked my leg around his thigh, pulling him to me, needing more. When his thumb slid between our lips, I sucked on it greedily, turning this three-way kiss into a sloppy, vulgar mess.
