Picking Up the Pieces (Pieces, #2)(71)

The car ride was filled with easy conversation and so much sexual tension I didn’t know if I could make it to Adam’s house without slipping a hand down my pants to relieve the pressure that had been building inside me. Whether it was his hand or my own would have made very little difference.

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“Do you want lunch before or after?” Adam asked as he unlocked the door to his house.

“Before or after what?” I asked confused.

“Before or after I do whatever it was you were thinking about in the car,” he said, closing the door and caging me against it with his arms.

Holy shit. I swept my tongue across my dry lips to wet them. My legs wobbled and my breathing grew ragged as Adam’s green gaze penetrated me. I hoped another part of him would penetrate me soon. “After please,” I whispered.

In one rough motion, Adam scooped me up, urging my legs to wrap tightly around his waist, both for stability as he carried me down the hallway, and also to achieve the stimulation that I’d been craving for the last hour and a half. Fuck, I want him.

My head lulled back to allow Adam access to my neck. Tossing me onto a bed, he bore his weight down on me as he nibbled, kissed, sucked, and licked my sensitive skin. He kept up this tantalizing routine, grinding his hips so I could feel his stiff cock straining against his jeans until I was writhing beneath him. I rode him shamelessly from below, creating the friction I longed for. And I couldn’t think of anything else but having his thick hard-on buried inside me as I came apart around him.

Eventually, he put a stop to the torturous pleasure, just long enough to undress us both before resuming his position above me. But this time, he straddled me, pressing his legs against mine to limit my movement. With my thighs restrained, the pressure inside me built quickly, especially as Adam reached down to stroke my clit with his thumb and swirl his fingers around inside me.

I massaged Adam’s balls, stroked his length up and down, and ran my palm across his slick tip. I didn’t think it was possible for me to be any more turned on than I already was with Adam leaning against me, kissing along my jawline, f*cking my mouth with his soft tongue. But ever since our sexting experience during spring break last year, the image of him—in this very room—pretending his own hand was mine as he made himself come had been my “go-to” fantasy on more than one occasion. And now, my fantasy and reality could quite possibly merge into one. “Is this where you touched yourself that day when we were texting last year? In this room?”

His thick cock pulsed in my hand at my words, and I could sense him struggling to control himself. “Yeah, baby, right here. Just like you’re doing now.” His breath came out in sharp bursts against my mouth as he kissed me and thrust slowly into my hand. In the midst of his own pleasure, he withdrew his fingers from me, leaving me hollow and even more needy. “You gotta stop, Lily.” He let out a low growl before continuing. “I’m not gonna be able to wait much longer.”

I knew the feeling. I ached to be touched, and feeling Adam’s warm, pulsing erection in my hand did nothing to help quell the urge inside me.

“Show me what you do to yourself when I’m not around to do it for you.” His voice was low and deep, a raspy groan escaping as he continued to f*ck my palm. “Show me what you do to yourself when you think of me.”

Jesus Christ, that might be the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me. With my other hand, I reached down to rub myself in slow, deliberate circles as I tightened my grip around Adam’s hard length with my free hand, pulling quicker. My hips bucked slightly against my own fingers, and I moaned with pleasure at the touch and the sight of Adam’s dick sliding through my clenched fist.

Adam’s eyes stayed down as he watched me bring both of us closer to orgasm. Instead of feeling embarrassed that I was doing this in front of him, I felt liberated that he enjoyed watching me. My pace quickened, and I no longer cared about having Adam inside me. I just needed to find the release I’d been craving, and I would take it any way I could get it. Again Adam leaned down to kiss me as I worked us both with my hands. “Lily, I really can’t wait if you keep doing that.” His hand moved to mine to push it away. That’s when I knew if I didn’t stop, he would come on me.

And I wanted nothing more. So I kept my hand firmly on his shaft as I pumped him faster, urging him to let go as I felt his deep moans against my mouth. He struggled to concentrate on kissing me as his warm cock twitched in my hand. The rapid bursts of hot semen that shot onto my stomach matched the pace of his rough, quick breaths. I milked him slowly, draining him of every last drop he had to offer as I enjoyed the feeling of his climax on my skin.

Finally able to concentrate on my own, I quickened the speed of my hand, gearing up for my much-needed release. Adam leaned back to watch me, his cock still semi-erect. “Make yourself come for me, Lily.”

His words were all I needed to push myself over the edge, and I relished the feel of my own orgasm as it tore through me, making me shake below him until I brought myself down gradually. I lay there for a few moments, admiring the sight of him above me and feeling the warm sensation of the trail of cum on my abdomen.

“I’ll get you a tissue,” he said. "Sorry. Though seeing me all over you is a huge f*cking turn on.”

“Don’t be sorry. That was seriously one of the hottest things you’ve ever done.”