“I’ll just ask you,” I said, cursing myself and my ability to speak. “Do you ever think about that… that…?”
Just say it. Kiss. Say it. Fucking say it.
“That… that…” Adam mocked me, looking too pleased for my liking. Well, fuck him.
“Forget it,” I muttered, standing up, when he yanked me back down.
“Not so fast.”
I was considering punching him when he grabbed me by the neck and slammed his lips on mine. My gasp of shock got swallowed by a kiss so brutal that my soul left my body. His tongue pried my stunned mouth open, and I let out a helpless whine as our lips molded into what could be described only as perfection. His tongue grazed mine so carnally that anembarrassing moan escaped my throat. I gripped the lapels of his shirt and yanked him to me, deepening the kiss until it became almost painful. I would have sucked, pushed, or inhaled him into me, but I just held him close while we kissed like savages. My lips turned numb in under a minute, and my breathing became a chore in less than that. My heart threatened to burst out of my chest in what would be a gruesome ending to some sensational mouth-fucking. Speaking of fucking, I already knew if we ever decided to do that, we would break the damn bed.
When Adam broke the kiss abruptly, I gripped his shirt with such force that a few buttons popped out of their holes.
“Don’t you dare stop now, motherfucker,” I bit out.
“No, it’s just…” He reached into his pants and adjusted his erection with a grimace of pain. “Aw, fuck... That’s better… come here.”
I was in his lap before he could finish the sentence, sitting astride him and landing straight on his hard erection.
“Ah, yeah,” Adam hissed, slapping my ass. “Ride that dick.”
I was too horny to be shocked.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I muttered, licking his jaw. “Jesus, your stubble feels amazing.”
When I pressed my cock against his and gave it a little rub, he groaned, gripping my hips.
“Ah, fuck… Jordan… fuck!”
I kept rubbing myself against him clumsily while fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, but my mouth never left his, not for a moment. After I managed to get the damn thing off him, he tore my shirt in half, showing me a simpler way to do it.
“You ruined it, you savage,” I protested as he peeled the tatters off me. “Ever heard of buttons?”
“Fuck you, Jordan.”
“I intend to,” I grunted, pushing my sweats down my hips. “Squeeze my ass. Make it hurt.”
“Bossy bastard,” Adam growled. “We need to shut your mouth with something.”
That something was his tongue, licking at mine, and making it impossible for me to breathe. Then again, oxygen was overrated. I could live only off his mouth on me, rough and relentless, chipping away at every reservation I had about this. His stubble left a burning trail from my chin to my neck, where he paused to suck on my skin so viciously that I could feel it in my balls.
“Stop… you’re going to mark me,” I groaned, pulling out my dick because it was either that or coming in my underwear. “Fuck… I can’t...”
“Wait for me,” Adam grunted, unbuttoning his pants frantically. When he pulled out his cock, the thing looked ready to burst.
“Hurry,” I breathed, aligning our dicks so he could wrap his hand around them. “Fuck!”
He was already stroking us when my hand joined his.
“Yeah, like that,” I whimpered, unable to look away from the flushed, swollen crowns pressed together. “Don’t stop.”
“Spit on them,” Adam growled. “Spit!”
I did what he said even before he finished his sentence, hypnotized by the sight of a glob of my saliva sliding down our lengths. His spit joined mine, making us both wet and slick as he spread the moisture evenly, making me moan.
“Shit, I’m going to come,” I bit out when I felt my balls draw up. "I can't stop. S–s-sorry…"
“No, me too,” Adam gasped. “God, I’m gonna come so hard!”
