Don't Go There (Awkward Love 5)

I jump as the door creaks open, then again when arms snake around my waist. Adam kisses my cheek, an amused smile on his face. My heart races as my eyes dart to the door. He grins at me and raises his eyebrows.

“My vessel?” he mouths.

My face heats up as he laughs softly to himself.

“I have to go, Darc. Something … just came up.” I curse my choice of words.

Adam chuckles. “You’re not lying, at least,” he whispers, putting my hand over his semi-erection.

“Fine. Just hurry up and get back here.”

“You’ll see us in a few hours,” I promise, swatting Adam away from me as he tries to unbutton my shirt.

He reaches out and tugs me closer to him. He fingers my nipples through the soft material of my shirt, smirking at me when they harden.

“I thought you wanted to ride my vessel?” he murmurs, looking wounded.

I narrow my eyes at him and lower my hand, pressing my palm against his erection. He leans forward, grinding against my touch while his fingers slowly touch my cheek. His other hand grips my ass and he lifts me onto the sink I’m leaning against. He stands between my legs, kissing me, while sliding his hand along my thigh. I groan, taken aback by his force and the feel of his lips as they crush against mine.

He kisses me. Rough and forceful, each touch full of passion and desire, while his hands explore me. I arch my back as he lifts my shirt over my breasts and lowers my bra, exposing my breasts. He groans and places his mouth over each nipple, sucking them hard, until they’re stiff.

“Stand up,” he orders.

I stand, holding my breath as he unzips my pants, sliding them down over my thighs. I kick them off, then shiver as he slides my panties off too. His hands on my ass, he lifts me back onto the bench, nestling himself between my legs. I lock my thighs around him, his hard cock pressing through the constraints of his jeans, while I rock my hips against him.

“God,” he mutters.

He roughly pushes aside my chin, so he can tongue my neck. I groan, imagining that tongue sliding elsewhere, the thought of it flicking my clit almost enough to make me come. I dig my nails into his back until he curses, his mouth on mine. We sync together, a perfect fit. I can taste how much he wants me.

“Fuck.” He thrusts my back against the mirror, the cold surface shocking me.

“Sorry.” He grins.

He slides me forward, so I’m sitting against his cock as it pokes through his unzipped jeans. He forces my legs farther apart then slides a finger along my damp pussy. I gasp, my body seizing against his touch. He looks me in the eye, his smirk growing wider as my body reacts to his touch. The more he teases me, the more turned on I am, the harder he gets, until I’m coming on his fingers. I wrap my arms around his neck, my body so close as I start to convulse.

“Fuck,” I moan, clenching my thighs together as he circles his finger around my clit.

He kisses me, his tongue slipping around mine as my body begins to shake. I scream and cling to him, riding out the orgasm. I gasp, shaking as I come harder than I ever have before. He fucks me with his finger, his actions fast and thorough, balancing me against him until my thighs clench. I lock him in place, then I fall into his arms. I’m out of breath and barely able to move. My eyes dart toward the door and I giggle at the thought of someone walking in and seeing us like this.

“Are you all right there?” he murmurs, kissing me while I am hurting to put my underwear and pants back on “Glad to see my fingerbanging technique is so amusing for you.”

He kisses me, distracting me as I try and straighten my clothes. We both look up when the door swings open. A lady walks in, startled, and then concerned when she sees my face.

“Diabetic,” Adam explains without missing a beat. “She had a sugar drop. I was just giving her what she needed.”

I stifle a snort as he grabs my hand and leads me out the door.

“Diabetic?” I say, laughing as he helps me into the car.

“It was the first thing that came into my mind,” he says with a laugh. “I’ll be back in a second, okay?”

I look at him quizzically. “Everything okay?”

“Sure. The whole reason I went in there was to use the bathroom, but you distracted me.” I laugh as he kisses me. “I’ll be right back.”Chapter FourteenAdamAdam

“What the fuck …?”

I laugh nervously and glance at the large, heavily tattooed biker relieving himself next to me while my phone vibrates in my pocket, in perfect sync with Shania Twain’s “From This Moment,” which is apparently now my ringtone. I’m trying my best to ignore the striking resemblance he bears to imaginary Tiny, but he’s the exact image of him.