I bit my lip so I wouldn’t smile. “Okay.”
He headed to the door, and I followed him.
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” he said as I opened the door for him.
“Of course.”
“Okay. Well… Good night, then.”
“Good night.”
After he left, I closed the door behind him, grinning like an idiot. I stood there with my hand on the door handle, wondering if what just happened really happened, when I heard a knock. I forced my smile away and opened the door, only to see Adam standing on the doorstep.
“Um…” he muttered, looking at me from under his lashes. “Can I perhaps stay?”
I smothered a shriek of excitement and, for once, kept myself under control.
“Why?” I said, raising my chin in defiance. “What do you want?”
“A sleepover.”
“What else?”
“A serving of your cum.”
He actually said it with a straight face.
“Hmm,” I hummed. “Do I get to taste yours, too?”
“How many loads can you take?”
“You have no fucking idea.”
In the next moment, his lips were on mine, and I was flattened against the closed door. It was a gentle kiss, the kind that makes it impossible to breathe. The kind that makes the hair on your body stand up, but in a good way. The kind that makes your heart pump faster, and your dick thicken in a millisecond. Tongues, barely grazing.
“Wait,” I said, breaking the kiss while I could still think. “You don’t think it will complicate things?”
Adam grinned. “Oh, abso-fucking-lutely. Now, can you shut up so I can finally put my mouth on you? I have been imagining it the whole day.”
“Ah, fuck you,” I muttered, giving in and unbuttoning his shirt. “I hate you so fucking much.”
“The feeling is mutual,” he said as his lips found my neck, making me yelp. “I’m going to mark you. Listen to you stammer tomorrow when the guys ask you who did it to you.”
“Eh… they will know who did it,” I said, hissing when he sucked on my flesh roughly. “Jesus.”
I was unbuckling his belt when he stopped me.
“I won’t fuck you tonight. I’m tipsy, and I want to remember everything.”
“Why do you think I would let you fuck me?” I countered.
He smirked. “A hunch?”
“Asshole,” I growled. “How do you know I wouldn’t be the one fucking you?”
“Maybe you would be.”
Fuck. Me.
