Page 62 of Desperate Victory
“Yes,” I agreed.
“We focus on her.” Adam was leaning over me, his hips against my hot cheek while he finger fucked my ass. All three, stretching me and when he teased my prostate, it was my hips that were bucking. “We turn all that aggression on her even as we dance around each other.”
“You let me suck you off.” It was a plea and an argument.
“I did and I fucking loved it,” Adam’s declaration threatened to destroy me. I collapsed, almost face first into the bedspread. My arms and legs wouldn’t hold me up anymore. “I fucking loved it and I’ve never looked at a man once in my life and thought…I want to sink my dick into him. I want him to suck me. I want to kiss him until his mouth bruises and he shuts the fuck up.”
Jealousy vied with shock as the flip-flopping emotions tore through me. “No?”
“No,” Adam said firmly.
“But you do with me?” I didn’t want to ask the question, yet I had to.
“Ezra,” Adam said, all traces of the rage and exasperation with me just gone.
All at once, he was the man I’d grown up with, the best friend who’d gone to hell and back with me. The man who’d gotten in the way of my father’s blows, and who’d put me back together more than once.
Real tears escaped me at the genuine emotion bleeding in his words.
“Yes, I do with you…I love you, asshole. I love your dumb fucking remarks, your crazy antics, your insane decisions, and your jackass temper.” His fingers were gone but his words buried themselves in my heart. The feel of his dick against my asshole was right there. “I’ve never done this before… I’ll never do this with anyone that isn’t you or Lainey.”
Yes. That was how it should be. “We love her.”
“Yes, we do,” he whispered as he pushed past that ring of muscle and I arched my head up to groan.
There was no patience in Adam, but there was finesse. He rocked into me and it reminded me of how he’d been buried in Lainey’s ass and now he was going to be buried in mine. Every thrust took him deeper. He’d slicked himself up and I pushed back, welcoming him.
“I love you,” I said in a hoarse voice. “I love you so goddamn much.”
“Good,” Adam grunted as he sank to the hilt. The rub against my prostate was a tantalizing tease. Fuck, I needed more. Then he ran his fingers through my hair. He wasn’t moving, he was just laying there, balls deep in my ass. “This good?”
“Oh yeah,” I said, then threw caution to the wind. “Could be better.”
“Oh?” He dared me to keep it up and well, who was I, if not consistent?
“Moving would be good…”
His little growl pleased me enormously. Even more when he pulled out and shoved back in. I saw stars.
“Yeah, a little more… fuck me like you mean it.” It was my turn to taunt and Adam dragged us both back, pulling me right to the edge of the bed and then he was thrusting into me.
My world narrowed down to the heavy thickness of him filling me with every push and the soft grunts of his breathing.
“You are such an asshole,” he muttered, punctuating every syllable with another trust. More precum leaked out of me as he fucked me. I was going to come.
“But I’m your asshole,” I told him.
“Yes, you are,” he said, possession filling his voice. “This ass is mine. You will give it to no one else. Ever again.”
That was an easy promise.
“Except my kotyonok,” I reminded him, writhing with the heat he ignited. He was gripping my hips so tightly they were going to be bruised. The pound of his cock in my ass was divine. The bark of laughter twisting around his huff of irritation perfection.
We were on the same page.
Excellent.
I beat at the bed as he pushed me right up to the edge. “Right there…” I was begging. “Fuck me, Adam… right there. Fuck you feel so good.”