The Sackler Trap

Just A Kiss

We were so close now and...my eyes widened infinitesimally...Adam Sackler was very, very aroused. My eyelids fluttered and I tried to keep his face in focus. We were still rehearsing...right? His smoldering dark gaze fell from my eyes to my lips and the world disappeared.

Before I could process anything else, he was kissing me, those warm, soft plush lips feeling perfect against mine, as if they were made for me. A flood of warmth spread outward from my belly and I closed my eyes with an audible moan I could not control as he conspired to make a senseless wreck out of me with just this kiss.

Until it wasn't just a kiss anymore.

Dimly aware that we had long since passed the point where Jason should have broken off the kiss with Angela, I felt Adam shift against me. My hands which had been fluttering uselessly at my sides this whole time came up to clutch his hips, holding myself steady against him. I moaned again, softer this time. I knew the moment Adam lost it; his hands came up to hold my face, long fingers looping through my hair. I could feel his strong fingertips, all eight of them, pressing into the back of my skull, while his thumbs framed my jawline, effectively trapping me. But it didn't matter, I didn't want to go anywhere anyway.

I parted my lips in response to the silent but unmistakable request he made, and he took advantage of the willing passage I gave him by deepening the kiss. The feel of his tongue sliding against mine cause my synapses to short out. I tried to keep up, to give as good as I got but he was too quick, too hungry, like I was a banquet and he was a starving man. Which was absurd. Except...

One of his hands left its post at my face and he reached down to slide his huge arm around my hips, just below my ass. He pulled me up against him with a grunt, lifting my feet up off the floor. Desire became a blossoming physical presence that spread through my abdomen, almost painfully, as I instinctively wrapped my legs around him. He slammed me up against my door, nipping viciously at my lower lip and I knew his next move would be to have me horizontal somewhere inside my apartment.

Reality kicked in like a douse of ice, cold water. I pushed at him and tore my lips from his. My feet hit the floor.

Adam let me go abruptly and with a last, brief, lingering glance at me, turned away and muttered something under his breath. It sounded like an apology.

I was breathless. I pressed the back of my hand to my lips where moments before Adam had been consuming me. I could still feel the imprint of his lips there, and his fingers on the back of my head. I couldn't look at him.

I took a ragged breath. "That's..." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his head turn towards me as I spoke. But I couldn't meet his eyes. "That's not how Jason kisses Angela," I said stupidly.

He sighed and put his hands on his hips. "Yeah, I know." He raked a hand through his hair. "Sorry, kid."

I fumbled with my key for several seconds. "I, um...would invite you in...but..."

He paused midway through running his fingers through his hair, a gesture I was becoming used to and which I understood had various meanings.

"No, no, no," he said quickly, "it's fine. I understand."

I didn't want him to have the wrong idea. "It's just that I don't have much...I mean I don't have anything to sit on yet, just my bed, and ah...uh..." My cheeks flushed.

He laughed softly at my discomfiture and shushed me up by rushing to my side and planted a soft kiss on my babbling lips. "Sweet dreams, kid," he murmured softly. "See you next week."

I watched him hurry away and jog swiftly down the third flight of steps until he disappeared from sight. I unlocked my door and went in to my very empty, very lonely apartment.