Chapter 9: The Second Night
A sharp rap sounded against the front door, cutting through the low hum of the refrigerator. Adam set his mug down on the counter and walked into the hallway. The apartment smelled faintly of the jasmine lotion Lindsey had left on his bathroom sink the morning before.
He opened the door. Lindsey stood in the hall wearing an oversized sweater and dark jeans, her face scrubbed clean of makeup. Her dark hair was pulled back in a loose clip, strands falling around her ears. There were no lace thongs, no smirking alter egos, and no provocative lines waiting on her tongue.
"Are you going to let me in?" she asked.
Adam stepped aside without answering. She slipped past him, the cool evening air clinging to her wool sweater. She walked straight into his bedroom, dropped her small canvas purse on the floor, and sat on the edge of the mattress.
"I spent all day waiting to panic," she said. Her hands rested flat on her thighs. "I went to work, I answered emails, and I kept waiting for the urge to pack my car and drive three states away. It usually happens by noon."
Adam leaned against the doorframe, folding his arms. "And?"
"It didn't come." She looked up at him, her dark eyes clear and steady in the dim lamplight. "I don't want to play Lauren. I don't want to hide behind a costume or a joke because I'm terrified of what happens if I look at you like me."
She stood up and reached for the hem of her sweater. She pulled it over her head in one clean motion, tossing it onto the floor. Underneath, she wore nothing. Her pale ribs showed beneath her skin, her small breasts lifting as she reached behind herself to unbutton her jeans.
"Lindsey," Adam said softly.
"Can we just try again, for real this time?" she asked.
She stepped out of her jeans and kicked them aside. Naked, tall, and fragile-looking in the half-dark, she closed the distance between them. She laid her palms against his chest, right over his heartbeat, and looked up at him with total focus.
"No running," she whispered. "Just us."
Adam cupped the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in the soft baby hairs at the base of her skull. When he kissed her, she gave a low, shuddering sigh against his lips, opening immediately. Her mouth was hot and familiar, tasting of mint and salt. Her hands slid down his stomach, finding the waistband of his sweatpants and shoving them down over his hips.
His cock sprang free against her belly, thick and hot. She reached between them, her small, cool fingers wrapping around the shaft, stroking the velvet skin from root to tip.
"Look at that," she whispered, a faint smile touching her lips. "Look, he likes it."
She backed toward the bed, tugging him by the hips until the backs of his knees hit the mattress. Adam sat, leaning back on his elbows, and she climbed directly into his lap. She straddled his thighs, her knees pressing into the sheets on either side of his hips.
Her cunt was already weeping, slick and hot against the head of his dick as she ground down slightly. She reached down, guiding the blunt head against her slit, coating him in her wetness. She did not rush. She kept her eyes locked on his, watching every twitch in his jaw.
"No games tonight," she murmured. "Just put you where you belong."
She lifted her hips and sank down. The stretch was immediate and tight. Her eyes fluttered shut for half a second before she forced them open again, gasping aloud as three inches, then five, vanished inside her. Her pelvic bone met his with a dull, wet slap.
"Fuck," she whimpered, her back arching. Her small nipples puckered hard in the chill of the room. "You fill me up so much. Every single time."
Adam grabbed her hips, his thumbs pressing into the hollows of her pelvis. "You're too tight, Lindsey."
"I'm yours," she whispered, leaning forward until her bare breasts flattened against his chest. "I'm only tight because it's you."
She began to move with a slow, grinding roll of her hips. It was not the frantic bounce from the night before; it was heavy, deliberate friction. She lifted just high enough to let his cockhead graze her entrance before she drove back down, taking every millimeter back into the slick heat of her cunt.
A high, breathless moan slipped past her lips with every downward press. She let her head fall back, her throat long and pale in the moonlight, her dark hair tumbling over her bare shoulders. She rocked against his pelvis, her clit dragging across the base of his shaft.
"Does it feel good inside me?" she asked, her voice cracking as her inner walls fluttered around him.
"You know it does," Adam growled. He lifted his hips off the mattress to meet her downward strokes, driving up into her cervix.
She cried out, a loud, wanton sound that echoed against the bedroom walls. "Right there. Oh, God, Adam, hit it right there."
She picked up the pace, her thighs trembling with the effort. Her cunt squeezed him in rhythmic, milking waves, slick fluids dripping down his shaft and pooling against his balls. She did not say a word about the birth control pills sitting unused in her medicine cabinet at home. She said nothing about the calendar on her phone, or the quiet calculation behind every breath she took. She only looked at him with an intensity that bordered on feverish.
"Look how deep you are," she panted, looking down between their bodies. She reached a hand down, her fingers spreading her folds so they could both watch his thick cock slide in and out of her dripping cunt. "Look at him. He fits so perfectly."
Adam's hands tightened on her hips, his grip bruising. His breathing came in short, ragged bursts. "Lindsey, you need to slow down. I'm not going to last."
"Don't slow down," she begged, leaning over him, her lips inches from his mouth. "Don't you dare stop. Give it to me. Give it all to me."
She slammed down hard, grinding her hips in tight, vicious circles. The heat inside her was unbearable, tight and clamping like a fist.
"Adam, please," she wept against his cheek, her voice fracturing as her own climax began to tear through her. Her inner muscles seized around him, throbbing in hard, rhythmic convulsions that dragged him over the edge. "Fill me up. Put it all inside me. Please."
Adam thrust upward with a guttural roar, burying himself to the root. His cock pulsed violently inside her, pumping thick, hot spurts of cum straight against her cervix.
Lindsey screamed into his shoulder, her nails digging into the meat of his back as her orgasm shattered her. She clamped her thighs tight against his ribs, her internal walls squeezing his cock to pull every last drop of his seed deep into her belly. She held him buried, her hips pinned flat against his, trembling from head to toe while the moonlight pooled across their sweat-slicked skin.