Rescue Me (10 page)

Chapter Twelve

Erin

Scared to death. Yes, that is what I am right now as I brush my teeth and get ready for bed. Last night I lost all control of myself with Adam, but to actually have sex with him is a totally different thing. I saw it in his eyes when he set me down on the floor after carrying me to his bedroom. He wants me and I have no clue what to do. On top of that, he demands I sleep naked.

Oh, God. I hope I don’t disappoint him. I have seen that girl Tonya stop by the office looking for him a time or two and I look nothing like her. Even though he has told me several times he doesn’t want her or anyone else, there is still a small part of me having doubts about whether I will be able to fulfill his needs. I stand in front of the mirror and look over my body, which just a few short days ago I hated looking at. I run my hands down my flat stomach and back up again and then turn and look at my backside. It’s a little meaty but Adam can’t seem to keep his hands off of it, so with a smile and a nod I realize for the first time in years that I feel confident in my looks. There is no way a man like Adam can look at me the way he does and not like what he sees.

Well, here goes nothing. I step into his room and holy fuck, he is already in bed with his glorious chest uncovered. It’s so smooth and firm; I just want to explore every inch of it like I did last night. My hands start shaking as I push myself forward toward his bed. As I draw nearer he reaches his hand out to me and I feel the rough calluses of his hands envelop mine. He gently pulls me on top of him and nuzzles into my neck. He is so good at this.

While peppering light kisses across my neck, his hands move down and squeeze my ass gently.

“God, woman. I love your ass. And the fantasies I have had about this ass.”

Oh, God. I have fantasized about that, too. But right now? Oh, holy manhood. He is grinding his already swollen erection into my core, letting me feel his piercing rubbing against me. The friction from the cold steel at the tip of his dick dragging across my clit every time he makes another pass is amazing.

“That feels so good,” I purr. My breasts start aching and the walls of my center start to constrict. Holy shit, I am so wet and he’s hardly even touching me. He quickly flips us over so he is on top.

“I want you so bad, Erin. Please tell me you want me, too. I don’t think I can take one minute more without being inside of you,” Adam grits out.

All the oxygen has just left my lungs and run straight down to my pussy which is screaming ‘Yes, let’s go, I am so ready!’ Cautiously I bring my hands to his face and run my hands down the rough stubble on his cheeks. “I do. I want you so bad, it actually scares me. You make me feel so wanted for the first time in my life,” I whisper.

He places his head on my chest with his hands tucked under it. “I am not a gentle lover, Erin. Even though I have told myself to try and be one with you, I just don’t know if I can.”

“I don’t want you to be gentle with me, Adam. I just want you to be you. Teach me how you want me to be.” I am breathless, completely lost in him.

“You don’t need me to teach you anything. I am so captivated by you. You and I were meant to be.” He flips us back over so I am on top of him again. This time there is nothing in between us as somehow the blankets are gone. When I sit up to straddle him, he slips one of his fingers inside of me. I gasp at the sensation of how his finger feels inside of me as he starts to pick up the pace.

Lord help me because I never thought this could feel so damn good. I feel myself start to instantly spasm and all I want to do is clench myself around his finger as he thrusts it in and out of me. I throw my head back and let out a small whimper of absolute pleasure as I feel him insert another finger. I feel it when his thumb starts to circle and tug lightly on my clit.

“OH MY GOD!” I cry out.

“I could come just from the sight of watching you fall apart like this. Your pussy is so warm and wet. Let go, pretty girl.”

And I do. I let go and for a fleeting moment I feel totally numb as my orgasm hits me hard.

“Breathtaking, Erin,” Adam repeats several times. He removes his fingers and my pussy screams ‘No, put them back!’, but as I watch him put one of them into his mouth and suck on it with his eyes closed, I feel myself want to come again. Finally he opens his eyes and they are so dark and so full of desire, I know I am about to lose it.

“Open your mouth, Erin.”

I have no idea why he wants me to open my mouth but when I do, he sticks his other finger in there and orders me to suck. I do. I never thought tasting myself could be so erotically sexy and such a turn on but it is. If he doesn’t take me soon I am going to spontaneously combust.

“You are so sexy, woman. The sight of you tasting yourself makes me want you even more.”

He sits straight up and kisses me deeply. The taste of myself on both of our tongues has me panting. When he breaks away from our kiss breathing just as hard as I am, I am ever so eager to have him inside of me.

He reaches onto the nightstand next to the bed and picks up a condom, then lies back down. As I watch him roll it on, I lose myself again at the sight of him. He is fantastically perfect. The small ring at the tip of his cock is covered by the thin latex of the condom. Damn, I don’t want that huge muscle of perfection covered but since I haven’t been with a man in four years, I have never thought of using any form of birth control until now.

“Ride me, Erin. Ride me hard. I want it all. I want every bit of my cock inside of you,” he rasps.

I slowly ease the tip of him to my entrance and when he first enters me, there is nothing that has ever felt better. He is so big I feel him stretching me, and it hurts so damn good. I throw all rational thought out the window. I look down at him and he is watching us connect. I need him right now more than I need to breathe, so I plunge down on him. We both cry out as we join completely. I feel him everywhere.

“Oh, fuck me! I am finally in heaven,” he growls. Those eight words out of his mouth is all it takes for me to lose the last little bit of doubt I have in my mind. I lift up and slam back down again and again, and not once does Adam take his eyes away from the place where our bodies link together. I feel like he is tearing me apart, but the pleasure of his Prince Albert and the size of him and the way he is thrusting himself up into me hitting God knows what has me screaming and panting. I don’t even know who I am anymore. I could keep him locked up inside of me forever, I swear to God. He feels so good.

I suddenly feel the loss of Adam as he swiftly flips me on my back and then plunges himself back inside me, placing my legs over his shoulders and pounding into me with his face buried into the crook of my neck. I feel him even deeper this way, and that ring? Oh my fucking hell! Every time he thrusts in and out it feels like it is rubbing everywhere and my body is going completely numb.

I have never felt anything like this and I never want this feeling to go away. I can’t help myself as I start to come again, and this time it completely takes over. I can’t stop as I scream his name.

He lifts his head and drives himself in deep, then stills himself as I feel him come.

“Are you okay?” he asks worriedly as he looks at me.

I know I am beaming from ear to ear as I tell him, “I am more than okay. Mr. Adam Payne, you definitely know how to use that big dick you have been blessed with.” 

“Oh, woman of mine, that was just a warm-up. That pussy of yours is fucking golden. Give me five minutes and I will be diving back into my pot of gold,” he smirks.

And that is exactly what he does. Again and again.

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  I can hardly move when I wake up the next morning. I have such a delicious ache in just about every muscle in my body, especially the one between my legs. I wince slightly as I journey into the bathroom. Turning the shower on as hot as I can stand it, I step in and as I wash my body I think back to last night and how in one moment Adam was whispering sweet, kind words into my ear and then the next he was saying such erotic and dirty things. Either way, he fucked me not seven but ten ways to Sunday.

“You’re sore, aren’t you?” Adam asks as he comes up behind me. “I am sorry, baby. I wanted to go easy on you but shit, you bring out the freak in me and last night I just couldn’t help myself. Forgive me, please?”

Forgive him? Is he out of his ever-loving mind? I turn and give him the stare of death.

“If you ever go easy on me, and if you don’t take from me what you need, I will kick your ass from here to there,” I snarl, pointing to his bed.

He quirks up an eyebrow. “Is that a promise or a threat, Ms. McIntyre?”

“Both,” I reply.

Chuckling, he says, “Well I saw the way you climbed out of bed. The last thing I wanted to do is hurt you, but I promise not to take it easy on you unless you want me to.”

I reach down and grab his dick. Just my delicate touch has it starting to harden in my hands.

“I haven’t had sex in four years, Adam, but it never felt like that before. Sore or not, just like you, now that I have had a taste of this,” I say, squeezing him a bit, “I want more. It’s fucking huge and I love every inch of it.”

“Well, if you don’t quit squeezing it I am going to have to bend your fine ass over in this shower and fuck you straight into next week.”

Oh, yes, please! I think to myself, but both of us know we really don’t have time for messing around this morning. I release my grip and we both hastily finish up our showers. After he leaves to drop Sierra off at school and to head into work, the soreness between my legs vanishes and starts to ache with need for him to fuck me all over again.

  I am not going to let thoughts of Joel ruin what Adam and I shared together last night, so I open up the windows because it is such a beautiful day outside. I take in the scent of the fresh, fall air and look at all the different colors of the foliage around me that is changing. I love it here in Michigan. Moving here was one of the best things I could have ever done for my daughter and myself. My life is finally heading in the right direction and I have one person to thank for that, so I grab my phone off the table and sit down to call my best friend.

“Hey, girl.”

“Hey, back,” Shayne replies.

“How’s my little niece or nephew doing this morning?” I ask.

“Making me want to crawl back in bed and sleep all day, is what he or she is doing. But I am meeting Camillia for lunch in a few hours so that is not happening.”

“Tell Camillia hi for me when you see her, would you?”

“Do you want to go with us? You know you’re more than welcome, right?”

“Oh, I know, but I told Adam I would stay around the house for a few days and wait and see if they can catch a break and find Joel.” I have tried so hard to put the phone call as far back in my mind as I can and not think about it, but if I am truly honest with myself I am petrified of Joel and the things he can do.

“How are you holding up with all of that?” Shayne asks, and I can hear the concern in her voice.

“I am worried to death, to be honest with you. He scares the hell out of me Shayne, but I won’t let myself be a victim to him anymore. The weird thing is, why? Why is he here after all these years and where has he been? I just don’t understand it at all.” I run my hands through my hair in frustration.

“I am frightened too, Erin. I don’t like the idea of you being alone, either.”

“Oh. I won’t be alone because you will never guess who is coming to stay here for a while?”

Putting all thoughts of Joel totally out of my mind, I tell Shayne how my sister Shelby is on her way here.

“It makes me feel so much better knowing she is coming here,” Shayne reassures me.

“I can’t wait to see her, and Sierra is so excited. I can’t wait for her to meet Adam, either.”

I feel myself getting tired and I want to be able to stay up and visit with my sister tonight, so I stifle a yawn and lay down on the couch. Shayne lets out a small laugh.

“What’s so funny?” I titter.

“You’re yawning, so I am wondering if you didn’t get much sleep last night.”

If she only knew! Don’t ask me why, but I am not prepared to talk to her about this yet. I would love to because I want to tell Shayne everything... I just don’t know if she needs to know all the details about her cousin and his incredibly HUGE and PIERCED cock.

“Adam and I stayed up late just talking and stuff. You know, the getting to know each other part.” I scrunch my face because I just totally lied.

“Are you freaking serious right now? You expect me to believe that you stayed up and just talked?” she says with skepticism.

“Well, we did... amongst other things. What, do you want me to tell you the details about how big your cousin’s...”

“No no no. La la la! I can’t hear you. My hands are over my ears.”

Both of us are just dying laughing on the phone. Shayne pulls herself together first.

“No. Seriously, I don’t want to know any of the details. But all I have to say is, it is about damn time. Both Luke and I have had to stand around watching the two of you eye-fuck each other. So yes, it’s about damn time!”