If Walls Could Talk (Adamtina)

Chapter 5

Adam felt relief flood his veins when he realized Claire still wasn't home from her work trip as the front door slammed shut behind him. He still craved some alone time, but he didn't know if that was because he wanted to be with his thoughts or just zone them out completely.
His mind was a fucking mess right now.
Everything that Jake had said to him was ringing in his ears. And now he had that bizarre advice to deal with along with Christina's words that still haunted the walls of his heart.
The only thing he knew for sure was that he just didn't want to see Claire - or Christina - right now if he could help it. The simplicity of being single suddenly swept through him like a tornado. He missed the days when the only thing that could really upset him was lack of ideas for a song. He grabbed a bottle of Coke Zero from the fridge and flopped himself on the touch, flicking on the TV.
He watched a bit of TVbefore his eyes suddenly caught a large black-colored item stretched over one of his dining chairs across the room. He frowned a little as he stood up to go and check out what it was. He hadn't noticed it when he first came in. When he got closer he realized it was a suit bag that was hanging over the back of the chair. He fingered a note taped to the bag that read:
This arrived for you today. Paula.
Adam pulled the note off the bag and rested it on the table. Paula was his part-time housekeeper, and she had her own key and was at his place cleaning today. The delivery must have arrived while he was at lunch with Jake.
He knew what was inside the bag before he even opened it. It was his wedding suit, which had just been through its final round of alterations. Adam felt his chest tighten as he picked up the large bag and carried it to his bedroom, where he hung it on the back of the door.
He took in a deep breath before he unzipped the top half of the bag, the smooth black fabric of the lapel instantly revealed. He ran his finger over it, grazing the silky quality of the expensive material. He unzipped the rest of the bag and pulled it open to reveal the entire suit.
Adam took a step back and just stared at it. An overwhelming feeling of sadness showered over him as he realized how different he'd felt when he'd stood there wearing this suit just last week as a team of tailors fussed over him with pins and measuring tape.
Just last week he'd been a little nervous, sure, but mostly just excited.
And now as he looked at the deliciously designed black fabric he wondered if he wasn't looking at a suit that belonged to another man.
What have you done to me, Christina? How could you do this to me?
SLAM! Adam jumped at the sound of the front door shutting with a loud bang. Fuck, their door sucked, they really needed to do something about it.
The reality that Claire was home was like someone put a firecracker under Adam and he quickly bounded out of the room and headed out to meet her in the hallway.
"Hi, honey!" she beamed at him as she dropped her bags and practically ran to him, planting a lightning-quick kiss on his lips and throwing her long arms around his neck. She was in wedge heels, which meant she didn't have to stand on her tiptoes at all. People often joked that their kids would probably end up as basketball players.
Adam hugged her back and the distinctive smell of her musky perfume invaded his nose.
"How was it?" He asked gently as Claire released him from her embrace. She looked back at him with blazing green eyes.
"Oh my god, it was incredible. I loved it." Claire's grin was contagious and Adam smiled back.
"What about you?" She asked coyly as she reached for his hand and slipped hers into it. "How was it with Jake today?"
Adam smiled softly. Claire always wanted to talk about his life, even when she was going through something far more interesting. And she always seemed to know his schedule better than her own, but not in a creepy way, just in a caring way.
"It was great..." Adam answered simply, his throat sharpening at the memory at what he and Jake talked about. "Good to see him."
"That's good honey, I'm so glad he's in town... can't wait to see him." Claire flashed Adam another smile before she tore her scarf from her neck and wandered into the bedroom to start getting changed.
Adam just stood there for a moment and stared back at the front door ahead of him, his mind fighting wars with his stomach before he finally decided to head back to the couch. Right now he just didn't have enough energy for anything else.
"Oh shoot!" He heard Claire gently call out from inside the bedroom before she poked her head around the door. "I forgot to ask how your dinner with Christina went?"
Adam felt his heart stop in its tracks as he looked back at Claire's warm face. She was wearing what he privately thought of as her 'Christina smile', which was when she was trying to show interest in the friendship that obviously meant a lot to him, but finding it hard to mask her permanent insecurity about it. But she always made the effort, even if the smile didn't always reach her eyes.
How did your dinner with Christina go, Adam? Anything to report?
Fuck, he felt like a bag of absolute shit.
"It was great," he muttered through a forced smile. It came out exactly the same way his answer had when she'd asked about Jake. Claire just stood there smiling at him, clearly waiting for more details, but Adam didn't know what else to say so he just sat there looking at her. After a moment she got the message that he probably wasn't going to elaborate, so she just nodded and disappeared back into the bedroom.
Feeling racked with guilt that he didn't know if he deserved or not, Adam turned back to the TV and tried to focus on the end of TV show even though his ears were only hearing one thing.
I think you love her just that little bit less then you loved Christina.
And now Adam couldn't see anything in front of him except her face.
***
He's standing on the beach looking for Christina. He knows she's there, but he can't see her.
He feels an overwhelming need to find her charge through his veins like electricity, before his nose suddenly picks up the scent of her shampoo.
She's near.
The presence of someone arrives behind him and he realizes with relief it's her, as she steps so close to him that he can almost feel her body pressed into his.
He wants so badly to turn around to face her, but for some reason his body won't move.
A gust of wind blows and he sees the tips of her long blonde hairs brushing against his arms as her hair envelops him from behind. He tries to touch her hair, but his arms are made of lead like he's a statue.
Suddenly, he feels her soft fingers caress the skin of his neck and all his hairs stand on before she lifts her mouth up and kisses him softly there. He feels like he can't breathe as Christina's warm breath hovers over his skin before she begins teasing the nape of his neck with her mouth, wetting it with her tongue as she starts licking him with loving strokes.
Adam can't believe how fucking amazing it feels and his entire body is held hostage to the sensation of Christina's perfect mouth making love to his neck. He moans softly and tries to drop his head to the side to give her tongue more space, but he still feels like he can't move.
He wants to turn around and put his mouth on hers so badly it makes his knees buckle.
He releases another moan as Christina continues kissing the left side of his neck, the strokes of her tongue becoming more lustful as she suddenly reaches down to the front of his pants and gently wraps her fingers around him.
That's when he realizes he's already so hard he could crack in two pieces as she grips him tightly and gives him a gentle squeeze.
He doesn't know how she's even able to touch him that way through his jeans, but for some reason she's got his naked skin fully enclosed within her hand and she's stroking him. He moans loudly and pushes himself into her grip as she begins to slide her hand up and down, his erection growing more adamant with every stroke.
"I love you, honey."
He flinches for a moment when he hears the words breathed into his neck. They're beautiful words that would normally sound like music coming from her gorgeous mouth, except that he can't remember Christina ever calling him "honey" and for some reason it just doesn't sound like her voice.
He cries out as she brushes her thumb over his tip before she takes him back into her full hand and starts to pump him with longer, tighter strokes.
It feels so good that he moans loudly and it's like he's suddenly released from his chains and his head falls back against her face behind him, which is only inches from his. The impact of it jolts him and his eyes fly open as hefocuses on the clock next to his bed and the image of the suit bag still hanging on the door on the other side of the room.
What the -
Adam can't help but release another soft moan as he looks down and sees a slender hand wrapped tightly around him, pulling at him with gentle strokes as butterfly kisses are deposited all over his upper back.
And then the clouds inside Adam's fatigued mind begin to clear, and he realizes he's lying on his side in his bed with Claire pressed against him from behind.
"I'm sorry to wake you, honey..." Claire breathes into his skin as she continues to grip him tightly in her hand. "It's just that after we fell asleep on the couch and went to bed, I woke up feeling like I missed out on something because I've been all alone in that hotel for so many days. I missed you..."
Adam just lies there trying to make sense of his whirring thoughts as Claire continues touching him and kissing him, his manhood still as painfully hard as it had been in his dream.
His dream.
Christina had been the one stroking him, squeezing him, caressing him as their skin was finally put back in contact. It had felt incredible. Electric. And it made him so horny that right now the thought of Christina even throwing a suggestive glance his way would make him shoot come from here to Mars.
He rolls over and faces Claire, but all he can see through the darkness is a mop of brown hair as she brings her mouth to his and kisses him. Her breath is fresh and the kiss is sweet, but for some reason he feels like his mouth is fighting against hers; resisting. He cups her face in his hands and she moans softly into his mouth as he deepens the kiss, but for some reason all he can notice is how thin her lips are, and how much larger her face feels in his hands then what he wants. He pushes his tongue inside her mouth and kisses her harder, searching for something but not finding it. It's unsatisfying and he quickly pulls away.
She's still got him in her hand and it feels so good that he suddenly reaches around to grab her ass tightly in his hand. But then an image flashes into his mind of Christina's perfectly round butt in light blue jeans and he feels like what he's holding in his hand is different. The shape is different. He lets go.
Adam inhales a sharp breath and tries hard to control his thoughts and focus back on Claire as she wraps her legs around him, but all he can think of is Christina and her gorgeous, fuckable little body and it's killing him.
"I need you..." Claire whispers the wanton words into his chest as she pulls him on top of her and moves his pulsing erection towards her center. He moans softly at the touch and opens his eyes to look down at her. She's lying there with her long neck slightly arched; her light eyes hooded with desire, her hair sprawled out over the bed.
And he can't fucking stand it. It's not Christina and he can't fucking stand it.
What the fuck is wrong with you?? He screams silently to himself. Look at her! Any man on earth would kill to make love to this woman.
But Adam just clenches his eyes shut as Claire continues to make pleading little whimpers as she writhes under him and all he can think of is sliding himself deep inside a 5-foot-2 petite body and fucking it so hard she can't stand straight in the morning.
As he feels Claire's hand pull his erection closer towards her, Adam buries his head in her neck and keeps his eyes closed. He pictures her beautiful crystal blue eyes blinking up at him, her pupils dilated and her cheeks flushed. He presses his lips into the skin that's nestled against his mouth and pushes himself deep into her, feeling her body arch under him as she cries out.
He holds himself all the way inside for a moment and stops time. For as long as he can, he just lies there with himself completely enveloped with Christina's body, wanting to echo the pounding of his heartbeat with his hips.
It feels so good... too good... and he starts to slowly make love to her, her wetness surrounding him as he glides all the way in and out of the one place on earth that has the power to both kill and save him.
"God, you feel good, Adam..." His ears try to squeeze themselves shut in protest as a voice suddenly invades the room that isn't hers and he opens his eyes for just a moment in reaction, but the brown hair throws him so he closes them again.
The voice has broken the spell and he wants it back, so suddenly he pulls himself out and turns her over, lifting her body up so she's on all fours.
He positions himself at her glistening entrance and slides himself back into her as deep as he will go. And now he can open his eyes and, through the darkness, see the shape of the girl he wants as he connects their bodies, slowly at first and then harder and deeper. He feels like his entire body is flooded with bubbling hot liquid and he closes his eyes and sees her long hair falling down over her shoulders as she arches her back and pushes her ass back into him. She wants him so badly and if she was any wetter he'd slide right out of her. He slaps his hands on her two ass cheeks and grabs them hard, pulling them apart as he slams himself deeper into her.
He's moaning loudly and can hear her crying out his name, but her voice is different and he ignores that as he continues filling her up with his own body. He slides his hands around to cup her breasts and he tugs on her nipples and circles them until they're hard and puckered before he can't hold on anymore and he empties himself inside her, feeling his release coating them both with warmth.
Adam drops down and hangs over her body for a moment, panting heavily before he feels the heaving shape under him gently flipping back around so she's lying on her back. Still hovering over her, he opens his eyes and sees Claire looking back up at him, her face flushed as she reaches a hand up to his neck and pulls him down into a gentle kiss.
"I love you," she whispers to him again and a wave of nausea overcomes him before he manages a small smile and replies, "I love you too."
"So, what about me?" She looks back at him and wriggles her hips a little as her mouth opens into a cheeky, sleepy smile. "Are you going to fix me up?"
Adam glances down at her bare hips and realizes she hasn't come yet and he wants so badly to stop the small frown that suddenly invades his brow, but it's too late and it's already there.
Before he can even think for a moment longer, Claire is already bringing his hand to her mouth as she places a gentle kiss on it and says, "Don't worry. I can tell you're tired and it is the middle of the night. Let's just go to sleep... we have the rest of our lives for you to make me purr." She gives him a small wink and rolls over.
And it's like her words are a giant bullet that shoots Adam to the ground as he falls back into the bed and stares at the back of her hair in the darkness.
For the longest time he just lies there looking at her, before extreme and unbearable guilt gushes through him like a flood when it finally hits him what he just did.
Tears taunt the backs of his eyes as he rolls away from her and places his hands over his eyes, trying so hard to stop the water from falling.