Picking Up the Pieces (Pieces, #2)(38)

She slid her heels up my thighs and hooked them onto the waistband of my boxers to push them down. It was so erotic, I probably could've come from the thought alone. I leaned back on my knees and took my cock in my free hand, stroking it with one hand as I worked her with the other. Then, I remembered that my pants were in the hallway.

“Shit, I’ll be right back. I have to go get a condom out of my wallet.”

“No, wait, here.” She reached up and opened a drawer in her bedside table. Withdrawing a condom, she tore it open with her mouth and pushed up on her elbows to slide it over my length.

As odd as it may seem, I was calmed by the fact that she had condoms readily available. Clearly, she wasn’t new to this kind of encounter, so I didn’t have to worry about her wanting to make more out of it than it was. Not to mention the fact that just feeling her roll the condom over my shaft was euphoric. This woman clearly knew how to f*ck.

I positioned myself at her entrance and raised my eyes to her face briefly before pushing into her, hard and deep. It had been a while since I’d felt the warm, soft feeling that only a woman’s * could provide. And I briefly wondered if I’d overestimated my original prediction of lasting longer than seven minutes. Her eyes fluttered closed as she groaned in pleasure. I intertwined her fingers with mine and held them above her head as I began to pound into her. Her slickness allowed me to slide in and out of her with ease, but she was tight enough to give my dick the pressure it needed.

“You like that? You like the way my cock feels inside you?” I couldn't believe those words had just left my mouth, but it was too late now. Knowing that this would most likely be the only time I would have with Carly, I didn’t intend to hold back. I would say and do whatever came to mind, and from the whimpers leaving her mouth, she wasn’t complaining.

“Harder, Adam. Please. I need it harder.”

I complied, thrusting into her with such force, my balls slapped against her ass and the bed began to sway with our movement. “Feels so good,” I groaned. As I rocked into her over and over, I felt her tighten around me, her body preparing for an imminent climax. It should be f*cking illegal for anything to feel this good.

“I’m so close. Oh, please.”

I released her hands so that I could reach between us and stroke her clit as I continued to pump into her. “Play with your tits for me." She immediately complied, rolling her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers.

I gazed at her ministrations of her hands against her hardened nipples. The sight had by balls drawing up, a tingling starting at the base of my spine. My thumb continued to brush over her clit, my shaft pumping wildly in and out of her. Just when I thought I wouldn’t be able to hold out any longer, I felt her body tense and then shake. She screamed my name as her * pulsated around me. I released her clit as I thrust into her three more times, enjoying the steadily increasing sensation before my own orgasm shuddered through my body jetting cum into the condom. I continued to slowly pump into her, bringing us down softly from our climaxes. Lowering my head to her chest, I pressed a gentle kiss between her breasts before lifting off and pulling out of her. I shivered at the loss of her warmth from around my cock.

I ran my hand down her thigh before getting up to dispose of the condom. When I returned to the bedroom, Carly had already dressed in a tank top and sweat pants. She stood beside the bed as I pulled on my boxers and then turned to collect the rest of my scattered clothing.

She followed me toward the door as I put my clothes back on as I found them. We didn’t speak, but it wasn’t awkward. We both knew what this was, and we’d both enjoyed it immensely.

Once I was dressed, I turned around to face her, gently grabbing the front of her tank top and pulling her to me. Her hands instinctively went to my chest and then slid up around my neck as I covered her mouth with mine. When we broke apart, we looked at each other for a moment smiling.

“Your ex is a f*cking idiot,” I said huskily.

She laughed softly as I pulled away, opened the door, and left her apartment.

***

My drive home was quiet and smooth. A smile played on my lips as I thought about the night. I was surprised by how uncomplicated it had all been. Just two people who were attracted to each other and wanted to get off. Nothing more.

But as I thought about how easy it had been to walk away from Carly afterward, I finally understood why my relationship with Lily would always be more complicated. Lily wasn’t someone you walked away from.





Chapter 16: Lily


“It’s about time all of us finally got together. I feel like we’ve been saying we were gonna have a night out forever.” Tina poured herself some more white wine and grabbed a marker from the counter.

“So what exactly do we do at one of these parties?” Trish asked. “I can't believe I let you talk me into hosting this.”

“Well for starters, you have to come up with a sexy name for yourself. And it has to be alliterative. Mine’s gonna be Lickable Lily,” I said as I stuck my name tag to my chest.

Trish’s expression looked to be stuck somewhere between completely horrified and utterly impressed. “Lickable. Lily?” Trish said, drawing out each syllable. “You’re serious?”

“Yeah, she’s serious,” Amanda replied. “It’s a sex toy party. What the hell did you think we were gonna do? Drink tea and talk about classic novels? Besides,” Amanda said, “that’s a f*cking awesome name! I’m not sure mine has the same ring to it.”