SOUNDCRUSH EXPLICIT

URGENT Chapter 8: Bad Girls Go All Night Explicit

Mac

It turns out that our sequence doesn't go quite as planned. I was thinking of a quick and dirty downward facing dog, with Adam taking me from behind.

Leed's not the only one with balance and flexibility.

But when Adam pulls off my disgusting leather pants and my sweat soaked tank top, and gets naked himself, he's thinking something slower, sweeter, more intimate. He crawls on top of me, pressing his body full along the length of mine. I arch up against him, feeling his super-hard cock resting between my closed legs. My body tenses, demanding space. He doesn't give it. He covers me, rubbing our sweaty sticky bodies together, pulling my arms above my head, immobilizing me beneath him.

The truth, I like it. But I don't like that I like it, you know?

He's so handsome as he stares down at me, his bearded jaw tensing in anticipation as he rubs his cock between the seam of my legs. His lovely blue pools are looking at me with—

"Adam, you stink," I murmur, turning my head to the side, but really just away from that look of L-O-V-E.

Adam laughs and noses up my side and armpit, as I screech and buck in protest. "What do you think you smell like, Shortcake? It ain't strawberries..."

He rises off me, lacing his fingers through mine, perusing every inch of my naked flesh as he backs into the bathroom, pulling me with him.

"Combo," he says. I know what he means. Not sex first, then shower. He wants to have shower sex instead. After I start the water, Adam calls me over to the vanity. He takes a make-up wipe and carefully removes all my makeup, paying gentle attention to my eyes. It's a little bit freaky—too intimate—but after, when he takes my head in his hands and thumbs over my eyelashes, then kisses my closed eyelids, I can't help but smile. "Love your golden lashes," he murmurs.

I wish he wouldn't use that word.

We've showered together many times, but this time—like everything this time—it's different. I guess Adam's make-up removal inspired me, and I did say...I want to be good to him this time, right? So I take the bar of lavender mint soap and I wash his back. It's not like a guy can really reach his back very well, right? I'm just helping him out.

But then, I keep going. I pay careful attention to his nice, tight butt. I get so into bathing him, I soap his biceps, his shoulders and then I step around and start on his front. He looks absolutely mad with lust as I continue bathing further south. This much...silly sweetness is not usually my thing, but I like that I can drive him wild, make him feel like there is nothing in the world but my tender care. I crouch down and soap his muscular thighs and calves, looking up occasionally to smile at him. Then I turn us slowly so that the water is rinsing the soap away from his body. He shields my face from the spray as I take him in my mouth again and he nearly collapses against the shower wall.

I spend a few lazy minutes pleasuring him with my mouth. I like it. I never really had a taste for licking dick before, but I always wanted to do it with Adam and he always shied away from it. He can wear his tight jeans and trendy bracelets and tell his fangirl sex stories all he wants, but deep down, he's a good guy. Almost too good.

He might let a fangirl suck his cock, but he thinks it's degrading for "his lady."

I've been trying to tell him for years, I'm not his lady. So the fact that he's letting me do this...well it seems like a step in the right direction. Like Adam is finally accepting we are just dirty fuck friends.

Who maybe...

No. Not thinking about that tonight. Not at all.

I return to just thinking about the feel and taste of Adam. So good. Fuck those fangirls. This is all mine.