Rock On (Bad Boy Bandmates & Babies)

Then with careful caresses, I coaxed my wet lips, each touch leading to another jolt straight to the nicest part of my brain. My fingertips kneading just where they were needed, I sank into the loving warmth, lifting from physical reality to some nicer fantasy world instead. I let my mind wander, along with my essence, into a destination that was nowhere surprising.

In my fantasy, the only interruption to my practiced rhythm was the soft squeak of hinges as the door to my room eased open. Distinctly manly footsteps approached. As I attended to ease the heat of my desire, Adam opened my mouth and slid his cock into my mouth, down straight to my throat. He started thrusted immediately, leaving me no time to adjust to how his cock molded its way into my hot cavern.

His hands caressed my belly as I let him fuck my mouth. Adam started heading south, and soon enough I was already in the midst of my orgasm at the same time as he exploded his sweet warm cum into my mouth, which I swallowed soon after.

He took his time, planting a trail of wet and tender kisses from my forehead to my feet, marking every inch of my body as his own. Then he worked his way back up my other leg, and after giving some surprisingly delightful attention to my toes, he made his way up to my pussy, where things really got good.

His tender tongue played at my lips. Adam mixed light laps with gentle sucks, giving me the full range of sensation without risk of injury. The sucking brought out a powerful response when applied to my rock-hard clit, giving me a taste of what I’d done for him.

Working me to a screaming peak, my entire body spasmed, every muscle tightening and loosening in the same moment. Adam rubbed me down so I could rest for a bit, his warm gentle hands making everything feel alright again. And that was just the mood that was best for what was next to come.

With a shift and a lift, Adam was mounting me. He was positioned just so between my hungry thighs, my pussy already aching for the feel of his cock. He was teasing me by applying quick warm strokes to my pussy lips with the head of it. It seemed like a preview before the feature presentation that only made me want to see the movie more.

“Oh!” I gasped, when he swiftly entered me again.

“Are you okay?” Adam asked, stopping quickly.

“Yes, keep going. Please!”

I grabbed his hips and urged him on, just knowing I would die from desire if he didn’t fuck me and soon.

Granting my wish and saving my sanity, Adam began to move. His cock filled every inch of space I had to give and then some. The feeling was tight but far from painful as he pumped my pussy, somehow stimulating my clit and my g-spot in the same instant.

The resulting orgasm was harder than any I’d ever had or even dreamed about having, both in my fantasy and in real life.

My jailor became my savior in the most unexpected of ways.

Chapter Eight – Adam

My head was clear, and my heart was sure, and all seemed right with the world.

Existence, whilst bereft of inherent meaning, made a simple sort of sense once more.

I went to Petra’s room to let her know it was time for breakfast.

“Come in?” she blurted out when I knocked, sounding winded.

She held the covers to her chin, and her cheeks were crimson. Of course, I was aware of her condition under the covers, having discovered she slept naked. Both of her hands were under the covers as well, and I could guess at what she had been up to just prior to my arrival.

A wicked thought crossed my mind with the possibility, remote as it was, of asking if she needed some help. Abstaining from delving into sheer lechery, something only she managed to bring out of me, I kept things pleasant as possible.

“Breakfast will be on soon,” I informed her, and hurried to leave because I was already getting hard all over again.

“Okay.”

Stepping back from the brink, I rushed to the kitchen, as quickly as dignity would allow, and began planning breakfast.

Who knew cooking was this much of a struggle, especially when you couldn’t even give half of your focus to the food that was being fried in the moment, as it was a battle between focusing on it and your wild lingering desires?

Seeing Petra had brought out such temptation in me. I reprimanded myself for not having enough self-control. My heart seemed to be burning much more than the stove was.

“Something smells good,” Petra said, as she entered the kitchen.

In my mind, she was still naked. When I turned to look, though, the real-life sight was almost as good as the fantasy. She was only wearing an oversized dress shirt, suspiciously like one in my wardrobe in the white marble room, which came midway down her thigh.