Unwritten (Woodlands 5)

He tongues me deep, making an incredible noise of hunger in the back of his throat as if he’s never had anything so delicious before. I clutch him to me, swiveling my hips upward, wanting more of everything he seems so willing to give.

“That’s right,” he murmurs, drawing back enough to give me a graphic, dirty command. “Fuck my mouth.”

He shoves me back and works at me until my toes curl and my thighs tremble. I stuff a fist in my mouth to keep from shouting out as I come in a rush.

“Goddamn, that was beautiful.” He rises to his feet. His dick looks even bigger, but I want him so bad, I don’t even care that he might split me in two. What a way to go.

He reaches down and plucks a condom out of his discarded jeans. As he rolls it on, I notice that the piercing is gone.

“Are you taking the piercing out?” I ask.

“Yeah, condoms and piercings don’t mix. I’ll tear the condom and then, well, that wouldn’t be good, would it?” He smooths a hand over the latex-sheathed erection, giving himself one last squeeze before climbing between my legs.

“I have an implant,” I tell him, tapping my arm.

“Yeah?” His eyes light up.

“Yeah. And I’ve only ever slept with one guy before. I was tested back when…” I pause, not wanting to bring up any of the details of my past. “Back before.”

“I’m clean,” Adam says. His eyes are glowing now and his face has taken on an expression of pained anticipation, as if he can’t believe what I’m suggesting. “I get tested after every tat.” He points to his left biceps. “Had this work done before we started planning the tour.”

I reach between us and pull the latex off. “Go put the piercing back in.”

His eyes flutter shut for a second, then flip open to reveal intense, vibrant desire. “No. Can’t wait. Next time.”

He takes himself in hand and guides himself to my opening. The thick head parts my lips. He glides in slowly, let

ting me feel every inch of his thick shaft.

I gasp at the intrusion. He halts immediately.

“Too much?”

I suck my lower lip in between my teeth. “No. It’s…I haven’t had this for so long. I forgot what it felt like.”

He brushes a shaky hand against my forehead. The control he’s exerting makes his hand tremble. I love that I make him so crazy.

“I’ll go slow. We’re in no hurry,” he whispers.

True to his word, his motion is unhurried. He pulls out slowly, his cockhead dragging against my receptive nerves. The deliberate stroke of him inside of me is more erotic than anything I’ve felt before.

I arch underneath him, pushing my hips upward to feel him deeper, to capture as much contact between his body and mine that I can.

His mouth finds the bend of my neck, the curve of my shoulder, the hollow above my collarbone. With each kiss, he creates a constellation of pleasure, marking spots on my skin that I didn’t even realize were sensitive.

“You feel amazing,” he says, his lips caressing my cheek. “Tight. Hot. So wet. Everything I imagined.”

He grips my hip to pull me up against him. It’s as if we can’t get close enough. There’s no clothes between us. No condom. Nothing, but still our arms and legs and bodies strain for more contact, closer contact.

I tug on his hair. “Kiss me, Adam.”

He obeys immediately. His tongue plunges into my mouth, mimicking the action of his cock between my legs. I close my eyes and allow myself to fall into the magic he’s creating.

And it is magic because I never allow myself to be this open and this exposed—and not just in a physical way. It’s scary and exhilarating, a spellI don’t ever want to end.

I clench my legs around him. He responds by driving his hips harder, delving his tongue deeper until my body is no longer my own.

It’s his to command. He pulls from it the strongest, longest, hardest orgasm that it has ever felt. My body shudders. My lips part and a cry—a plea, really—spills out. I don’t know what I say. Whether I scream his name or God’s name or whether I order him to go faster, slower, harder, hotter. It’s all a dark, beautiful blur.