"Can I watch?" Wasn't something that I expected to hear from Matt, the thoroughly fucked interloper that I actually brought home - and to be honest hearing it didn't throw a bucket of ice water over the burning need I was feeling for my husband.
"Oh, I think you earned that, Matt," Adam's eyes weren't on Matt, not even as his grin grew almost wicked with whatever show he intended to give the other man, using his fingers to tilt my chin up I fought against leaning into any touch he benevolently bestowed on me - his eyes couldn't look any darker and every single muscle in my body tensed. "I think Matt's earned to watch you be ruined, don't you?"
My agreement was a hint of a whisper, since my voice seemed to have left along with anything remotely like rational thought.
And then his fingers left my chin, and he stepped away, behind me and out of my sightline - leaving me with only Matt to focus on - and I swear his grin grew as he watched whatever Adam was doing as I heard a drawer open, light rustling, and then it closing again. Could eyes really light up like Christmas lights? Or were my eyes deceiving me with Matt's?
Adam's finger tip touched the base of my spine and if I'd thought my muscles couldn't be more tense, I learned quickly how wrong I was. Shushing me, as if that would help, he trailed with a tickling lightness the entire length of my spine, and once his finger found my neck, he added the rest of his hand to wrap around my throat and tug so I was once again kneeling.
Lips pressed against my ear, he asked me if I trusted him - something I would never in a million years say no to, but the way my body was trembling he clearly needed reassurance. Promising that I did, would always trust him.
"Good girl," the heat from his words only fueled the heat growing in the apex of my body. "Such a good girl - or you are now at least." Shit, I almost forgot that I had hit the dreaded "3".
I wasn't prepared for his hand leaving my throat to work in concert with the other to slide something silky along my back. He told me to close my eyes and then that silkiness was sliding over then, and with a lightness that shook me, he tightened it behind my head. The way the extra length teased down my back, I thought he'd used a pair of my own stockings for this makeshift blindfold. The addition of my bluetooth headset that I'd carelessly tossed on the top of the dresser earlier wasn't something I could prepare for - and I was surprised that one of my writing playlists was already starting,
Jumping almost out of my skin, or perhaps the sandals that were still on my feet, the first stroke of fingers across my cheek came as a complete shock, and the fact that I had no clue if he was speaking - or what he might be saying to Matt - wasn't a punishment I'd ever imagined.
Adam's voice was something that I could never hear enough of - not only while we were being intimate - it was something that was intrinsically him and I could swear that I could pick him out of a crowd as long as I could hear a snippet of him speaking. And he just deprived me of it.
Fingers were sliding along my arm, brushing my hair over my shoulder so they could trace along the ridge from one side to the other, then down my spine before cupping and kneading one globe of my ass around where I was settled carefully on my heels and then a second hand was on my other cheek. If someone asked me if a touch could be tender, yet brutal I could now say yes - since the hands on me weren't causing actual pain, but the inability to know what would come and if the gentleness would cease and raw need would take over was a new form of brutality.
A finger, while one hand moved to massage my hip, slid lower - teasing at my tiny rosebud and causing a new type of shiver to run through me - then lower still, testing my wetness, which was nowhere near ceasing to flow. Lips that I would know anywhere brushed my shoulder as the finger probed deeper, causing my hips to lurch and the hand on my hip to tighten its grip to keep me still. Another finger was added alongside the first, and the thumb brushed across my clit - a moan that I couldn't hear, but felt rushed past my lips and Adam's teeth teased my shoulder as his hand pushed me closer and closer - but as soon as I was rushing toward a finish line that was just within my blinded sight, the hand left me clenching around nothing.
The bed dipped and then a hand was on the back of my head, a thumb brushed my lower lip, pulling it down and then running over my teeth until I realized that he wanted me to open up for him - mouth dropping open, the thumb slid in and across my tongue, closing my mouth around it, I lavished it with all the attention I wish I could have given his cock when I could still stare into his eyes. And as soon as I was lost in the thought of that, giving the thumb far more worship than a finger deserved to have, it was gone. But my mouth wasn't empty long enough for me to really voice much of a complaint - feeding me something far more substantial than a finger, my mouth widened to take every inch that he was willing to give me. Tongue flattened against the bottom of his hard length, I moaned as his free hand met the one on the back of my head and fought the satisfied smirk that wanted to peek around the width of him. Soon he was using my mouth as if he owned it - and he did, completely - one hand drifting from holding me in place to rewrap around my throat and I swear I nearly came completely undone without a single touch.
My moaning warned him of how fucking hot I was getting, too hot, he must have decided because he slipped out of my mouth and I was empty again.
I could have growled, or bitten him, I was so on edge - but God knew what punishment he might conjure up if I dared.
His hands were cupping my cheeks, thumbs brushing across my chin and then they took another journey down my shoulders and and along the sides of my body, before returning to my shoulders - a shift on the bed and he was pressing down, clearly wanting me to lower myself to the mattress. When my chest was flat against the coolness of the bedspread, breasts flattened, he moved off the bed and then his hands were on my hips lifting them so I was once again presented in the most open and vulnerable way possible. His hands were like vises, holding me still so even if I wanted to arch or push back in a silent plea I couldn't. Then, like every other moment that could be interpreted as my nearing anything close to satisfaction, his hands were gone, any warmth that I could have hoped to feel from him or his body was completely gone.
I stayed in the position he'd put me in, waiting in anxious limbo and praying against everything I held dear that he wasn't just fucking Matt into a puddle while I had my cheek pressed into the mattress and sat open and waiting.
The bed dipped behind me, and I swallowed so hard that I worried our neighbors might be able to hear me. I felt a hand on my hip, gentler than ever, and then the teasing slide of a rigid head teasing my slit. Before I could give another prayer that it wouldn't disappear, it did, but inside of me with a thrust that had my fists gripping the fabric beneath me. Buried to the hilt, he took a moment to enjoy the warm wetness before he gripped my hips and started a rhythm that had me shaking from both the power and finally having something deep inside of me to quench part of my thirst. With both hands tight on my hips, so he could both control his own movements and limit mine, I gasped when another hand found its way around my throat again to pull me from the mattress, causing my back to arch and the shift had his hardness hitting a new spot that would have made me scream, if I could force it past the fingers digging into my neck.
As my inner muscles clenched around the thrusting cock, and my face burned from the strength of the fingers around my neck, the silk that was wrapped around my eyes shifted and then was gone. Blinking, from the loss of it, I couldn't look beyond the wall behind our headboard, and then the headphones left my ears, and lips were against my ear, teeth teasing the skin.
"Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look with his cock buried inside of you?" Adam's voice, so dark and deep that I felt the vibrations deeper than the cock clearly wasn't his. Gasping at the realization that he wasn't the one giving me what I so desperately wanted, the chuckle that I'd always adored burned against my skin. "Oh, my darling wonderful wife, not what you wanted when you decided to show up with another man at our door?" No, shit, my heart was pounding in sync with the way Matt was using me. "How does it feel to know you aren't getting precisely what that gorgeous, creative mind of yours hoped to cook up?"
My body and mind warred with what it wanted and needed, and getting it in a way I didn't think I wanted or needed it. "You wanted me to take charge, sweetheart," his forehead was pressed against my temple while Matt kept going, pushing me closer and closer - "And I'm giving you that, aren't I?" Fuck, so so close, I could almost taste it. "You look so fucking beautiful right now, so redfaced and needy. I bet you can't even hear those little noises you're making, can you?" Was I? Fuck, fuck, fuck, all I could really focus on was his voice and the steady throbbing that came from each thrust.
And then, like I knew would happen as if he could taste the end coming as much as I could, he told Matt to stop. I went limp, feeling so much loss as Matt was gone too, my skin felt like fire and if I could have crawled out of it I would have.
"You're so close aren't you?" Adam's voice was tinged in pity, almost soothing. "Do you know how much I want to see you cum, my love? Do you have any idea how badly I want to see you ruined?" I couldn't make my lips move, my body was so tight with need. "You can, you know?" I can? What can I do? "All you have to do is beg." Beg? Hadn't I been begging for years now? "Just beg me, baby, beg me to let you finally cum." His tongue was swiping against my skin, licking up the sheen of sweat that had coated me over this evening that only existed thanks to my own stupid plotting.
It came so easily, the pleading and begging. The whimpering needy mess I was, it just came so fucking easily. "Please, Adam," but of course that wasn't enough, Adam wanted more, he wanted details -
"Aw, come on, you can do better than that," his lips were hungry, thirsty against my skin. "You write so much more eloquently than that, my darling." I wasn't sure I could be eloquent, or even pronounce it as much as my body felt like it was on fire. "Tell me precisely what you want, use your words."
