Sorry, I Don't Date Singers.

Rock Me Like A Hurricane

Adam's lips moved against my own as the rain poured over us, together our bodies making their own cocoon of warmth. His hands held mine as they were being pinned to my sides against the car, soon they loosened their grip enough for me to run my fingers through his wet locks. His hands found their way around my back, bringing me closer. His fingers slipped under my shirt, tickling my skin and leaving a fire in their wake.

His full lips parted and our tongues soon found each other, dancing to a song only we could hear. I tightened my grip on the nape of his neck as his hands found their way to the bottom of my things, pulling them around his waist and off the ground.

I removed my tongue from his, earning an annoyed growl I found slightly adorable, and nibbled on his lower lip. I tugged and pulled on it, him returning the favor quickly. After a few moments of the rough lip biting and grasping for every piece of skin we could find, I felt Adam start to move us away from the car.

His steps took us somewhere I didn't bother paying attention to. Within moments though, I noticed the heavy rain stop falling on us and heard the clicking of a door. Our kissing never stopped or broke, his strong legs taking us up the stairs. 

Once we reached the top, he took a hand from me and clumsily felt around for the door. He shoved it open once his hand connected with the knob, stumbling us into the room. He kicked the door shut behind him, nearly falling over as he did. I broke the kiss and laughed at him, getting a cheeky grin in return from him. He stopped for a moment, just looking into my eyes. His green ones boring into my hazel ones, only the small amount of moonlight reflecting on them both.

"You are so breathtakingly gorgeous." He whispered, small drops of water falling from his short hair and onto his skin.

"Shut up before I kick your cheesy ass." I mumbled.

"It would be a pleasure to have my ass kicked by you." He smirked.

"Damn straight." I gave him a teasing smirk.

He let me slide off of him slowly, our soaking clothes sticking together slightly. He stared down at me, his eyes taking on a predatory look. His hands traced my exposed hips as they went under my already rising shirt. I bit my lip, waiting for him to slip it off all the way. I was surprised when he spoke instead.

"You better damn well tell me if I ever do anything to make you uncomfortable." He said, his voice rough with lust.

"Oh, Adam. You're too sweet for your own good." I said, the lust was noticeable in my voice as well.

He growled, pushing me back slightly and into the wall behind me. His arms beside either side of my head, he lowered himself down to my level and engulfed me in a rough kiss. I went with it until he pulled away a few moments later.

"I love hearing my name leave your sweet lips." He traced a thumb on my lower one.

"Adam." I whispered, wanting to tease him.

I tugged off his shirt, he returned the favor by taking mine off as well. We lost the shirts in the room, our hands exploring the others smooth exposed skin. Goosebumps covered all of us, but neither felt cold. Quite the opposite in fact.

Somewhere along the way we lost the rest of our clothes as we made our way to the bed. Love bites covered us in various places. It was obvious when we were rough with the bites, those being a deep dark red. While the softer more loving ones, were lightly rimmed with teeth marks.

Our fingers traced each other's outline, shoving blankets our of the way and sharing skin. Both of us rolling along the bed, taking our time in learning every inch of each other. Counting each freckle, learning the story of each scar, taking note of every small birthmark. Keeping each other warm with nothing but out clothe less bodies.

We not only made love with the other's body, but we invaded the other's mind. Our thoughts shared were deep, connecting us farther than just sex alone ever could. Our words that we said would be forever branded into our memories, permanently ruining any other partner we would ever have.

“Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.” I mumbled, tracing the scruff of his cheek.

We were face to face, chest to chest, holding one another. Our bodies close, our minds closer. Letting the rawness show.

"Humans have a habit of choosing things that are precisely the worst for them.. but this is one of those rare times where I was gifted the most beautiful thing. It would be an honor to have you as a raging hurricane through my heart."

I smiled, thankful Adam was more than a cocky, good looking musician. He had a heart and soul, he cared and felt everything very deeply. He was fiercely independent but I could see he was terrified of being alone. He was a human.. I think that was often forgotten by most and I could relate.

How could I never see what the man before me truly was? He was everything.

Edited all the spelling, not so much the grammar. Been without my writings for a bit (long story) so I wasn't able to get this up as soon as I wanted. 

QOTC: Who is your favorite member of Maroon 5?
Mine is either Jesse or Adam :)