Hesitantly, I run my fingers down the inside of my thigh, and then slip them under the thin, plaid fabric of my shorts, pulling them to the side just a half inch.
“More,” Adam pants.
I can see my reflection on the screen, though it’s small in the top corner and Adam takes up most of the space. But when I pull the fabric a little farther, there’s no mistaking the pink glossy image I reveal.
“Fuck,” Adam hisses, and he reaches into his boxer briefs, tugging them down just below his ass and freeing his length. It springs up, hard and ready, and he thumbs the bit of precum on the tip before rolling his fist over the tip, the shaft, all the way down to the base.
I don’t realize I’m moaning at the sight until the sound is vibrating through me, and I snap my mouth shut as soon as it happens.
“Don’t be quiet,” Adam says.
“I have to. House full of sorority girls, remember?”
Adam bites his lip, and then he sinks down farther into his sheets, his back against the headboard, abs folding in on themselves. He kicks his briefs the rest of the way off, and now I have a perfect view of his hand around his shaft, his tight balls, and his face full of lust and wanting in the background.
“This is a really hot view,” I comment.
“You’re telling me. I want to tear those shorts off you and kiss my way down between your legs. I want to run my tongue along those wet lips and suck your perfect little clit between my teeth.”
I gasp at the vision of it, as if I can feel it actually happening, and without him having to tell me to, I strip out of my shorts and my tank top, unlatching my bra and tossing it aside until I’m completely naked on the screen.
“Jesus, Cassie,” he moans, stroking himself slowly as his eyes devour me. “What do you want to do to me?”
“I want to lie back on that bed and hang my head off the edge of it, and I want you to fuck my mouth the way you did in the tent that night at Boca Chita Key. I want to feel every inch of you sliding into my mouth, my throat, until I gag for you.”
Adam stifles his groan, but he’s already pumping faster, flexing into his hand time and time again. “I fucking love when you have me in your mouth.”
“And then I want to ride you. I want you deep inside me.”
“How deep?”
I don’t even realize that I’m palming my breast, tweaking the nipple, that my back is arched and my fingertips are circling my clit softly. It’s like watching him on screen transports me in time and space, like I’m there with him.
Like it’s him touching me.
I slip my fingers inside myself, watching on the screen as they disappear. “So deep I see stars,” I breathe, closing my eyes as I let the sensation of being filled take me under.
“Rub your clit for me, baby. I want you to come.”
I do as he says, dragging my fingertips down from my breast until they’re circling my tender clit. I’m still pulsing my other fingers in and out, but then I keep them as deep as I can reach, wiggling the tips back and forth to hit the right spot.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Cassie,” Adam says, picking up his pace. “I want to come on those perfect tits of yours.”
“I want you to come in my mouth.”
He groans his approval, pumping faster as I match his pace.
“I’m so tight, Adam,” I find myself whispering, and I’m not even a little ashamed. In fact, I’m spreading my legs wider, arching my back, chasing my release.
“You’re always so tight. Tight and wet and mine.”
“Oh God… I think…”
But I don’t finish the sentence before the spark I’ve been chasing catches fire, and a powerful orgasm rolls through me, pulsing and numbing and all-consuming. I have to hold my breath to keep from crying out, and as my climax starts to recede, Adam catches his, his face contorting as he tries not to be too loud. Watching him spill on his stomach makes me ready for round two, makes me want to be there to lick it up and beg for more.
Jesus, who am I?
Adam’s entire body shivers when he’s spent, and he lets out a long breath, shaking his head. “Fuck me, that was hot.”
I giggle, my face heating as I grab my shorts and pull them back on, slipping the tank top over my bare breasts.
“Nooo,” Adam whines. “Don’t cover them up.”
I laugh, but before I can even pop back with a reply, the door to my room flies open and Lindsey bounds through it.
“Oh, my God. The party is so fun, Cass! You have to come!” she says, ignoring the way I jump at her entrance.