Tamed (Torn #5)(14)

“This is where you live?” I asked.

“Yeah. It’s not much, but it’s home.”

We climbed out of the car and walked to the building. I grinned when Adam held the door open for me.

“Look at you, acting like a gentleman,” I said as I walked past him into the lobby of the building.

“Don’t get used to it,” he mumbled as we climbed a set of stairs. “I have no intention of being a gentleman to you for the rest of the night.”

We stopped on the second floor. The hallway was dimly lit, but I could make out the dark carpet beneath our feet. Adam stopped in front of the second door in the hallway and shoved his key in the door. He stepped in and flipped on a light. I followed closely behind him, curious to see where he lived.

I looked around his apartment. It was obvious that a single guy lived here. The walls were bare with the exception of a flat screen television mounted against the far wall. The living room had an older gray couch and matching chair, but that was all. The kitchen opened up behind the couch. White appliances, older-styled countertops, and a sink full of dishes made up the kitchen. A tiny table sat in the center, only big enough to fit one or two people.

Before I had a chance to look around further, Adam grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall. I sucked in a surprised breath as his lips crushed mine. I moaned as every part of my body came alive.

I’d imagined Adam’s kiss a thousand times, but I’d never once done him justice. The power, the sheer force of his kiss, stopped me in my tracks. I tasted cigarettes along with a hint of beer on his breath. On anyone else, the taste would have been revolting. On him, it only added to his appeal. I tasted raw need as our tongues tangled together.

He pulled away briefly, his expression turning serious. “No expectations?”

“No expectations,” I mumbled.

“Just wanted to make sure that we were both on the same page.”

He shoved his body closer against mine. His hard length pressed against me, and any rational thought about what we were going to do left me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my nails digging into his back. He grabbed one of my legs and lifted it to wrap around his waist. I wrapped my other leg around him without a second thought. His hands slipped under my short skirt and cupped my ass as he pulled us away from the door. I kissed him deeply as he carried me through his apartment. When we reached his bedroom, he dropped me down onto the bed. His hands found my top and pulled it over my head before I could blink.

I stared up at him, wearing only my short skirt, ripped stockings, and a black lacy bra. I thought about covering myself, but the look in his eyes stopped me. Raw hunger. He wanted me more than I had realized.

“Fuckin’ hell, woman. You’re sitting there like a f*cking dream.” His eyes scanned my body.

I stood and gripped the bottom of his shirt. I lifted it up inch by inch until the hard planes of his chest and stomach were revealed to me. He grabbed the shirt from my hands and pulled it over his head. He tossed it across the room before his hands moved to his pants. I watched with rapt attention as he unzipped them and shoved them over his hips. They dropped to the floor, and he kicked them aside.

My eyes trailed downward, taking in every dip and plane of his body. He was still wearing a pair of black boxers, and his hard cock was barely contained by the thin fabric. I reached out and ran my fingers along the skin above his boxers. He shivered, a look of longing crossing his face. I gripped the fabric and slowly pulled it down.

His erection sprang free, jutting from his body. I raised an eyebrow, impressed with his size. Next to him, Chad and Alex looked like little boys. I hoped he would be gentle at first, or sex with him would hurt like a bitch. I swallowed roughly as I stared at it. I reached out and ran my fingertips across the smooth skin. He shuddered, his hands balling up into tight fists.

“Suck me,” he commanded, his voice rough, as he fought for control.

I sank down onto my knees in front of him, a smile creeping onto my face from the mere thought of tasting him. I grasped him, my hand sliding up and down his shaft. He groaned and thrust his hips forward. I leaned forward, and his breath caught as I took him into my mouth. I closed my eyes as the tip of his cock touched the back of my throat. I sucked as I slowly slid him back out until only his tip was still in my mouth. I rolled my tongue over the tip, tasting his pre-cum. It only spurred on my need for him. I started moving my mouth back and forth as I reached up and grabbed him. I squeezed tightly, causing him to thrust his hips forward. His fingers found my hair and pulled roughly. Instead of pain, it only brought me pleasure.

His hips started moving as he f*cked my mouth. That alone was enough to wet my panties with need. I opened my eyes and glanced up at him. His eyes were shut, and his chin was resting on his chest as he let me devour him. Lines creased his forehead as he focused on what my mouth and hand were doing to him.

God, he’s beautiful.

Suddenly, he pulled away. I shrieked in surprise when he grabbed me and pulled me until I was standing in front of him. His fingers found the zipper on my skirt. Without a word, he unzipped it and shoved it down my legs.

“I hope you have more of these,” he mumbled before grabbing the thin scrap of lace that I was passing off for underwear.

My eyes widened as he ripped them away from my body and dropped them onto the floor. I reached back and undid the clasps on my bra. I pulled it free and dropped it on the floor next to my skirt.