Prom King

"What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Nothing." She yawns. "Just a normal boring Sunday for me."

"Good." I lay back and take her with me so she's draped across my chest. "I want to take you out where there aren't a hundred of our former classmates there to watch us."

Her head pops up. "You're staying?"

"If you'll let me."

She tries to hide her smile by ducking her head, but I still see it. "Yes."

I stroke my hand down her back and I feel her relax. She doesn't realize that the only thing that would make me leave right now is her throwing me out on my ass.

The high of everything is beginning to wear off, and I feel sleep coming, and I can feel Ollie's breathing going steady too. "Good night, Olivia."

"Night."

12

Ollie

I wake up slowly. First with just the awareness that I'm awake, and then realizing that there is someone else in my bed with me. And finally feeling the arm draped across me and the body behind me.

Suddenly I'm wide awake. Oh my god, Adam Carlisle is in my bed. I had sex with Adam last night, and not only that but it was the best sex of my life. I open my eyes, and my bedroom is dim. I can see that the sun is already well up from the light behind the shades, but I don't care. It's Sunday, and I get to spend it with Adam.

I try not to move, or at least move slowly, because I don't want to wake him up. But as I'm moving slowly I realize something: he's hard. I suppose that I could wake him up on purpose, my way.

He doesn't stir when I slip out from under his hand, and duck under the covers, and he doesn't stir when I find his cock with my hand, stroking it gently. I press my lips to the tip of him, tasting the salt there. I feel him move then, and I lick him like I would a lollipop.

"Ollie?" Adam's voice is bleary and confused.

I take him into my mouth then, sucking on the head of him and he swears, throwing back the blankets. He stares at me in shock, and I take him deeper causing him to close his eyes.

"Good morning," I say, pulling back and licking down his shaft until I reach the base of him.

I cover every inch of him with my tongue, and I watch his breath start to come faster. Finally, I make it back to the tip, and he groans when I sink down onto him again. Adam reaches out, tangling his fingers in my hair and holding on, guiding me with angle and thrust. He moves me faster, deeper, gripping my hair with both hands now.

Yes. I close my eyes and let him lead. He groans when I take him to the back of my mouth, the tip of him slipping into my throat. I pull back for a second, gasping for air. But only for a second, because I dive down onto him again, and I want him to come as hard as he made me come last night.

He works me on his cock in smooth strokes, up and down, and I like the feel of him between his lips. I suck hard on him, using my tongue whenever I can. But I let him lead, his entire body taut as he fucks my mouth.

"Ollie," Adam says, a second before he plunges deeper than he's gone before. His cock jerks, and I'm flooded with his salty cum and I swallow as quickly as I can. He's filling my mouth, and I do my best to catch it all. He's still thrusting in, one long moan coming from his mouth, and then he lets me go, spent.

I finish swallowing, licking his cock clean while he watches. The way he's looking at me right now, like I'm something to eat, is something I'll never forget.

"Holy shit, Ollie," he says, still catching his breath. "Good morning."

"I'm hungry," I say. "Want some breakfast?"

"Sure."

I hop out of the bed, practically running out of the room because I just had Adam's cock in my mouth and I both love that and am somehow embarrassed by it. Eggs. I can make eggs. I put the frying pan on the stove and crack some eggs into it, and dig around in my fridge for some sprinkled cheese. I throw some of that in the pan, too.

Adam appears in the doorway to the kitchen, still completely naked, and I'm distracted by the sight of his body in the daylight. God, he's gorgeous.

"If you're going to cook naked on a regular basis, I may have to stay over more often."

I blush. "I'd be okay with that."

"But right now," he says, crossing the kitchen to me and pressing me against the wall, "you ran away from bed before I had the chance to properly say good morning."

"You said you were hungry."

"I am, but I was about to say that it could wait."

He's so close it's overwhelming, and the fact that he's touching me, running his hands down my arms and his chest pressed against mine has me panting with need. "Wait for what?"

A hand slides down my stomach, farther, until his fingers reach my pussy and he slips one inside. "For me to see how wet you are and decide what I'm going to do about it."

The sound that comes from me can only be described as a whimper.

"What should I do about it?" he asks, but he's not asking me, just musing out loud. "I could use my fingers on you until you're shaking and my hand is covered in you. I could put you up on this countertop and fuck you until you scream my name again. I could take you against this wall right now." His fingers are still moving inside me, and I close my eyes, waiting to see what he'll do. "It's a pity I didn't come prepared," he said.

"Prepared?"

He adds a second finger and I gasp. "I didn't bring any more condoms. Don't worry, I won't make that mistake again." A third finger, and at this angle it's a stretch. "I plan on taking you against a wall very soon, Ollie. And on this countertop. And in your shower. And in my shower. Every place you can think of, I'm going to fuck you."

"Yes," I breathe. Adam's fingers are moving in and out of me steadily, stroking across my G-spot and deeper. He knows just what he's doing to make me shudder in pleasure. His thumb brushes my clit and I moan into his shoulder. I'm on my tip-toes and holding him is the only thing that's keeping me on my feet. My legs are shaking and weak but I don't want him to stop, please don't stop please—

I look at Adam, and he looks at me, and he doesn't hesitate as he slips the last finger inside me. My eyes flutter closed again and oh god the only thing I can do is feel right now. I'm stuffed full, fuller than with his cock, and he's stretching me, fucking me with his hand and teasing my clit and I think my heart's going to explode it's pounding so hard.

I'm straining, trying to hold myself back from the edge because I want to make it last. Adam's other hand reaches into my hair, pulling my head back so he can see my face. "Let go, Ollie."

I shake my head, it feels too good. I need to hold on. It can't get any better than this.

He presses down on my clit with his thumb, hard. "Come."

I do, pleasure bursting outward like a whirlwind through my body. I was wrong, this is so much better. "Oh god, yes!" I keep saying it, and he keeps me fucking me, and the orgasm never seems to end. It’s dripping down my legs and onto his fingers and I'm shaking and the pleasure is sweet and sharp and it crashes over me in a final wave before disappearing and leaving me gasping.

I lean back against the wall, panting, and watch as Adam lifts his fingers to his hand, licking them clean. "Morning," he says with a grin.

I grin back at him. Because this is strange and weird and amazing and I didn't think that I could be this happy. And I never thought I would be this happy because of Adam.

Suddenly the burning smell reaches my nose. "Shit." I spring around Adam and shut off the burner under the eggs, but they're already smoking. I grab a dishtowel and wave it frantically at the smoke detector. Thankfully it doesn't go off. My smoke detector is a real bitch and once it starts going off it really doesn't like to stop.

"Well, I guess that's that for that breakfast." I glance at Adam and smile, "Definitely worth it though."

"Good." he pulls me in for a kiss. "Whatever will we do now?"

"The bodega down the street has really good food. I'll run out and get us some coffee and donuts and maybe something not entirely sugar."

"Works for me," he says.

"Good." I r

un to my room and throw on some yoga pants and a sweatshirt and throw my hair into a bun so it looks less like I had wild sex all night.

Adam is by the door as I leave. "Now that I know what's under there I won't be able to get it out of my head."

"I could say the same," I say, glancing down at his cock, which is hardening in front of me, "but I don't have to imagine right now."

He chuckles. "Hurry back so I can ruin the second breakfast too."

"I will," I say, grabbing my key.

There's a box outside the foyer door, and I see that it's my clothes and wallet from Bergdorf’s. Perfect. The bodega knows me and would have gladly added the food to my tab, but now I don't have to do that. I leave my clothes in the box and head down to the end of the block to Marsha's. It’s really the hub of our little neighborhood, and everyone knows everyone.

I order a couple of coffees and doughnuts and one of their giant sausage egg and cheese bagel sandwiches. They're so large that I never manage to finish them on my own, so I figure we can split it, or Adam can eat the whole thing.

It doesn't take long for them to make up my order, just a few minutes, so I text Lorraine.

How did things go with Joey?

An almost immediate response.