Adam and Lump’s First Night

This is a bonus chapter to the Jessica Brodie Diaries starring Adam and Lump.

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I watched Jessica and Willie walk into the parking lot, hand in hand. Jessica was so happy lately her face looked strained from smiling so much. The woman had never laughed so hard or so often in all the time I’d known her, and I was desperately happy for my friend. A few short months ago I’d been envious, too—I couldn’t deny that fact. I would notice her big doe eyes as she looked at Willie and get a pang in my chest. I wanted that. I wanted a man who would saw off his arm to ensure my happiness, like Willie did for Jessica.

My gaze slid sideways to the breathtakingly handsome cowboy on my right, paying the bill. Strength and brawn, Adam was dynamite in a beautiful, glossy coating. His looming shoulders carved down into a v-shape, his shirt hinting at his mouth-watering pecs. His abs were so hard you could bounce a quarter off them. I couldn’t wait to see the rest of him.

I nearly pissed myself the first time I saw his bare chest. I’d still thought he was dangerous at that time, wanting anything but to view him as a sex object. When he opened the door, revealing a tanned torso sculpted like some renaissance statue, I’d gotten so turned on I could barely walk.

Then I couldn’t walk, because that hair-brained friend of mine tripped over her own feet and fell into him. Willie’s hands on me at that moment was not a good thing.

Texas could sure breed ‘em.

“You ready?” Adam asked in a deep rumble.

My groin tightened immediately, meeting those soft brown eyes.

How the hell had I ever thought this guy was dangerous? He was a lamb with a violent past, and if I was honest with myself, a helluva lot more balanced than I was! Certainly more stable.

I’m a fool!

And turned on.

“Yup.” I leaned my chest against his, feeling his large, warm hand snake around my back.

“You wanna…uh” He cleared his throat, heat kindling in his eyes. He was trying to take it slow. He was probably trying to send me home, his interpretation of doing the right thing.

I wasn’t the only fool in this twosome.

“Should I take you back to Gladis’s?” he asked, his gaze dipping to my lips.

I slowly wet my bottom lip with the tip of my tongue, feeling his arm convulse against my back. Butterflies filled my stomach as his head bent, his soft lips grazing against mine.

Suddenly I wanted him with a fervor I’d never experienced. I wanted to war with him, wrestle and fight and struggle until we both blasted into climax. I knew he could keep up. He was a softy, yes, constantly trying for control to push away the demons, but he had a wild streak lurking in there, and I wanted to unleash it; while riding him.

“Take me to your house,” I purred, hardly recognizing my voice.

A smile ghosted his lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

It was the longest car ride of my life! My body was on fire, my face sweating, my hands moist and my nipples budded. I barely kept myself from reaching for his crotch!

As we parked in his garage, I took off my seatbelt with shaking hands, following him out of the car with lead in my feet.

“I’m really nervous,” I admitted with a trembling laugh.

“Ain’t got no reason ta be worried, Betz. I wouldn’t never pressure you. We’ll only go as far as you want.”

I met up with him at the door leading into the house. He reached for me, his arms sliding around my waist and hugging me close. His lips connected with mine, soft and gentle. His mouth opened, his tongue needy but controlled, tasting me.

I slid my hands up his powerful frame, mapping out every bump and valley, marveling at how Goddamned hot he was.

I needed to get the show on the road. Nice and gentle could be reserved for another time. I wanted to rip his clothes off.

I increased the kiss, clutching the back of his neck and pulling, hinting at the direction I wanted things to go. He picked up the slack easily, his hands breaking apart on my back and easing to my hips, the pressure of his touch having my heart racing, desire flooding my body.

“Bedroom,” I panted, my lips still connected with his.

I felt his lips curl upwards. “Yes, ma’am,” he whispered.

With a quick movement, he had me scooped up into his arms. As he crossed the threshold of the house, I snaked my arms around his neck, trailing my lips across his jaw line. I heard a low moan rumble out of his chest as he quickened his pace.

“You’ll drive me to distraction, woman. Too danged hot for yer own good!”

I laughed as he kicked open the bedroom door, quickly spinning me around, letting my legs drop as he pressed me against the wall. Still holding me upright, his body pressed into mine, his lips claiming me, making me dizzy off lust and something else; something deeper.

Which surprisingly didn’t freak me out.

I swung my legs up, wrapping them around his hips and squeezing him in. His hard bulge rubbed against my groin, exactly where I needed it. I swung my hips up and back, loving the friction on my apex. “Hmmm, Adam.”

He backed off a fraction, his breathing labored, his warm brown eyes assessing. “What pace did you have in mind? ‘Cause if we keep going at this speed, it ain’t gonna be easy and slow. You got my control frazzled all to hell. I can’t hardly think straight.” He grinned. “Not that I’m complainin’.”

I laughed. “What type of girl did you think you brought home? Adebutante? I’m not so breakable.”

His eyes held mine, open and exposed, so deep I felt like he was baring his soul. “You are when you wanna be—better bred than any woman I ever met. Or a bruiser, when you have a mind. A crackling wit when you’re messin’ around with Jessie. A warm-hearted, loyal friend under it all, your beauty radiating around you like an eternal glow. But in all the time I been starin’ at you, wonderin’ if I’d ever be lucky enough to have your favor, I didn’t take that next step to stalkin’ you in yer bedroom. Not that I didn’t think on it often enough…”

My heart melted. If I was a crying woman, I’d have a tear dribbling down my cheek. I settled for a sigh, and a sweet, slow touch of my lips to his. We started again, the kiss deepening immediately, his regard for me fusing us together, trust wrapping around our hearts in tight bands. It was like I’d just walked through the door, home at last.

I was also totally going to rock his world!

My hands flew down his chest, nimbly popping buttons. I ripped open his shirt with a yank, backing off his lips to rake my eyes down his heavenly body. It was just as cut and muscular as I remembered, his pecs mouth-watering, calling me closer. A wicked scar low and off to the side snagged my focus for a second, making him seem dangerous and wild. Just like me.

I licked down his neck, reaching between my spread thighs to cup his rock hard bulge. A groan ripped from his throat as he took my weight again, jerking me away from the wall and across the room, tossing my body like it was a pillow into the center of the bed.

He ripped off his shirt. I could have bounded forward to get at his crotch, but instead, I slid my hands up, between my legs, lifting my dress as I did so. The bottom of my dress rode up, over my black, lacy panties. One hand continuing the journey, taking the fabric with it, the other stayed on my crotch, slipping under the moist fabric and against my sex.

“Oh holy Lord…” Adam breathed, his eyes trained on my finger as it stroked into my nether lips.

“Take your pants off, Adam,” I said in silky tones, loving the raging lust in his eyes. I was in complete control of him, and in another few minutes, he wouldn’t want it any other way.

Save a horse, ride a cowboy.

He tore at his jeans, a man possessed. He slid them down to the floor, returning for his boxers as I tossed my dress aside. As his boxers fell to the ground, his erection sprung free, large and thick, promising extreme delight.

There went that control I was so smug about.

He reached for my ankles, grabbing one in each hand and pulling me toward him, my body sliding across the bed easily. With one quick grab, he reached toward me and clutched my panties, tearing them off a second later. Cold air assaulted my sex, creating a pleasing contrast.

I was starting to sound like a banshee I was moaning so loudly.

He bent to me then, trailing soft kisses up the inside of my leg, his lips tickling. Shivers broke out on my body from both the feeling and the anticipation. As he neared my groin, lightly sucking on sensitive skin on my inner thigh, he nipped me.

I sucked in a surprised breath, my body combusting. I widened my legs and gripped the sheets, arching up to him, trying to connect with his mouth. He yielded a second later, unable to play the teasing game when he was this worked up. His tongue parted my folds, dragging up the middle of my sex.

“Oh, Adam,” I moaned, my eyes squeezing shut.

His mouth sucked in my clit, causing pleasure to zing through my body. As his tongue manipulated me, a long, thick finger threaded into my core, rubbing against my inner walls. A glorious heat started to build, vibrating my body and pounding in my core. A second finger followed, more friction, his tongue and mouth sucking and massaging.

“Oh Ad—I’m going to—oh!” My body exploded, all the pieces of my being flying apart, shattering me. Pleasure hummed, my eyes fluttering.

When I came back down, Adam was still going, kissing up my body in reverence, not wanting to miss a single section of skin. “You’re so beautiful, Betz. I’m the luckiest man alive.”

I couldn’t help the smile as I sat up. I’d been told I was beautiful before, but never like this. He was so heartfelt, seeing more than face, tits and ass. He had looked deeper, and when he said it, he meant the whole package. He meant all of me, regardless if I’d combed my hair, brushed my teeth, or bothered with makeup. He saw the part of me a person couldn’t fake, and he liked it.

Intent on repaying the oral favor, I tried to wiggle into position, only to have Adam stick out his clever tongue and flick my hard nipple.

“Oh!” my eyes rolled back in my head. I fell against his muscular shoulder, draped across his body as his warm mouth suckled, his fingers back at my opening, entering me again.

His mouth moved to the other nipple, tasting, his fingers working faster. My body was already warmed up, so it didn’t take much. I rocked my hips forward. The heat was working its way back, taking over again. I scratched my nails down his smooth back, than laid my palms flat, feeling the play of thick muscle.

“I’m going to—“A second wave of pleasure washed over me, cutting off my proclamation.

“That’s so easy it’s funny.” Adam laughed, hugging me close so he could kiss my lips.

“No, you’re just really, really good at it.”

“Hmm.” He kissed me deeply, tasting of salt and me.

Oh yeah, smug guy? My turn!

I pushed at his large expanse of chest, backing him up but unable to maneuver him to the mattress—the guy was a thick pile of muscle. With a satisfied smile, eyes locked on mine, Adam lowered himself.

“Gloating that I can’t push you around, huh?” I slid a thigh over his legs, straddling his upper thighs.

His smile vanished, eyes trained between my legs.

I scootched down and scanned his nude body. He was magnificent! Besides that glorious chest and those bulging biceps, his hips were trim and muscular, leading down into powerful thighs. His manhood stood upright and proud, huge.

I meant to continue looking over my treasure, but that fun factory had me in a stare off. I lowered slowly, my lips barely touching off the tip, glossy with need. He let out a noisy breath, his body flexing.

My groin roared in answer, but I held off. I wanted to have him blacking out he was so turned on. I wanted him to completely lose control and take me in a fit of passion. I knew he was capable of it, and I also knew I had to work him up to it.

With a wet tongue I circled the crease between the head and the shaft, feeling him squirm under me. I ducked my mouth to his balls, sucking them in and jerking my head so they’d pop out.

“Oh holy Lord!” Adam flung his head back. It was his turn to grab fistfuls of sheets.

I sucked up the underside of his shaft, the skin smooth and velvety. At his tip once more, I covered him with my mouth, and drank him down, taking as much as I possibly could, stroking the rest with a firm grip. I drew him back out, then down again, going farther, gagging on his substantial length.

“Oh Betsy…” Adam sighed, his hips started to pump into my mouth.

I backed off now, teasing. I blew on the wetness I’d created, seeing bumps erupt along his skin. He thrust up, his tip bobbing off my mouth. I sucked in the head, and then backed off again, just out of reach.

In a flash he was up, faster than lightning, his awesome strength grabbing me by the shoulders and flinging me to the mattress. He was on me a second later, his hard body pushing me down into the soft bedding. I scraped my nails up his back, fierce and hard, fighting. He pinned me, his body trapping me. His manhood probed, bumping against my sex, begging admittance.

I bucked at him, trying to get him off. Making him work for it. I yanked his hair, his head ripping back. His eyes lit with excited lust, the thrill of the hunt, the fight for dominance. Mating.

I squeezed his hips with my thighs, drawing him in as he thrust, spearing me to the hilt.

“Oh!” Everything paused. He filled every inch of me, hitting off places most men didn’t. I felt pleasantly stretched, my body fraying, my thoughts drifting away.

Adam claimed my mouth, moving slow, somehow knowing I needed time to adjust to his substantial girth. His daunting size felt so damn good. Combined with his savvy know-how I was hooked, not even thirty seconds in. I was as physically consumed as I was emotionally.

As his tongue worked into my mouth, his shaft worked into my body, speeding up, rubbing glorious heat into my very bones. I pushed up into him, crazed, needing more. Needing all of him.

He worked faster now, slamming into me, groaning as my insides squeezed him tight.

“You feel like heaven.” Adam’s voice was filled with wonder, his eyes looking down into mine, reaching past my barriers into a place I’d never let anyone enter before him. A place I tried to hide from the world.

I took him deeper, in mind and body both, claiming him as my own, just as he did to me. My swollen groin clutched him, the friction now at a fever pitch. My body started to tremble. Long moans escaped my throat, competing against my ragged breathing.

He was crashing into me now, his awe-inspiring body glistening as he worked, holding off his climax so we could reach it together. He pumped harder, riding me low, his chest rubbing against my sensitive nipples.

The fervor rose. Higher. My body was barely held together. My nerves frazzled. Pleasure so sharp it cut and tore at me, ecstasy so sweet it burned. Primal and raw, we labored together, lost in it.

Just…about…there–

I screamed my orgasm, rocking my very foundation, feeling like the house quaked around me. I clutched Adam as he filled me, my body milking the last of his seed and holding him tight. He fell, limp, his solid weight rooting me to the mattress.

“That was…” He shook his head in the crook of my neck. He kissed my fevered skin.

“Exceptional,” I helped, closing my eyes while I trailed my fingertips across his broad back.

“Better than exceptional. It was… There are no words.” He rolled over, pulling me with him until my body was right up against his, my head on his chest. After a thoughtful beat, he said, “Thank you, Betz, for trusting me. For believing in the good, even though you can see the bad.”

“I should have believed in you long before now. I was blind.”

“No, you were careful, and I respect that.” He squeezed me. “I’m just happy you finally gave in.”

I smiled and kissed his skin. “Better late than never.”

“Where we at? Three? Shall we go for four? I don’t think the neighbors heard you quite yet.”

I laughed. Sleep was definitely overrated.

 

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