Adam's Fall Page 7

  “That’s an understatement.” Kathryn nearly spits her words. “He is a horrible human being.”

  I can surmise why she has such strong feelings for him, but I ask anyway. “It’s the way he’s treated Ollie and the fact that he’s gay?”

  “Partly, yes.” Her beautiful face twists into a scowl of disgust. I’ve never seen this look from her before, either. “And now, knowing how he treated your mother and you...” Kathryn whispers. “It’s deplorable. All of America sees him as this wise, New York City mogul.”

  “What he did to my mother was horrible, but what he did to Ollie, publically disowning him, is unconscionable.” Kathryn nods, my statement on the mark. “Ollie and I really do have a lot in common. We’re the children Thorpe never wanted.”

  “I think the common bond of having a jerk for a father will help Ollie forgive the rumors about you. I bet you two will become close.”

  “I hope you’re right. So it’s settled, then. I’ll call and make reservations for us at The Core Club. They have some semi-private rooms mixed in with the main dining area.”

  I need to spend more time with Kathryn outside our apartments. Ava, her mother, is fun to be around, and I believe she genuinely likes me, but part of me is on edge about meeting Ollie. What do you say to the brother you never met? I’ll have to rely on Kathryn and her mother to help win Ollie’s approval.

  “I’m excited, and after the last couple of days, we both need something fun to look forward to.” Kathryn chimes in.

  “I agree. And speaking of being excited...” Smirking, I place a hand on her cheek and trace her lips with my thumb. Kathryn’s eyes darken at my touch, and that intangible connection between us heats up. “You have very kissable lips.”

  “So I’ve been told.” She flirts back with me and moves forward so our lips touch.

  Our kiss starts out slow but builds as my tongue finds hers. I grab the back of her neck and pull her closer, our lips pressed together almost painfully. I’m tempted to rip off her clothes and fuck her senseless.

  “God, Kathryn. I want you so bad. I can’t seem to get enough of you.”

  “I feel the same, but you need a gentle touch after all you’ve been through today. Something slow and easy tonight.”

  “God, woman. I’ll say it again. You’re going to kill me.” I try to lift up the oversized T-shirt of mine she’s wearing, but she pushes my hand away.

  “There’s plenty of time for me.” She undoes the drawstring of my sweats and then glances at the door before looking into my eyes. “Rosa won’t come back here, will she?”

  “I hate closed doors, but we’re fine. She keeps out of this area of the apartment unless I’m at work. It’s an unspoken rule.”

  Seeming satisfied with my answer, Kathryn grips the elastic of my waistband. “Raise up a little for me.”

  I follow her request as she eagerly moves my sweats down. This woman knows what she wants, there is no denying it. With more room to move, she reaches into my boxer-briefs and palms me with her warm, soft hand. Her delicate fingers encircle my length. She uses her free hand to push my briefs all the way down to free my erection.

  “Babe, slow down. Let me make this about you this time.” I say.

  Kathryn looks at me like I’m crazy and says, “Adam, it’s been two long years. Let me have my fun.”

  “Who am I to argue.” I throw my hands up and she goes to town.

  She slowly pumps me up and down, and her movements do the trick; I’m hard as granite. I’m okay with her hands, but after having felt her hot mouth on me earlier, I’m aching to have my dick enveloped in that sweet mouth again.

  Being the greedy bastard that I am, I place my hand on her head and give her a gentle push. A seductive smile greets me in response, the hint clearly taken. Kathryn lowers her head and her lips close around me.

  I weave my fingers through her hair but don’t push her or pull the strands. Her movements are her own, and I gladly let her lead. Since her pretty face is hidden in my lap, I throw my head back against the couch. Eye contact isn’t needed for this session of pleasure as I get lost in the sensations.

  Her wet tongue glides around the tip of my cock, eliciting pulses of desire throughout my body. Eager and wanton, she’s helping me fuck away the terrible day we’ve had with each suck from her mouth and pump of her hand.

  I adjust my position and push my pants further down my legs as she fondles my balls. She traces them with her fingers, slowly caressing and playing with them, driving me wild. The combination of her touches quickly brings me to the brink.

  “Kathryn, I love your mouth. Fuck." I moan my words as the muscles in my legs begin to tighten, my release on the cusp.

  Kathryn works harder, sensing I’m close. I practically jump off the couch when I feel the slight grazing of her teeth against my sensitive skin. “Whoa, baby.”

  And damn if she doesn’t do it again. But fuck, I don’t want to come yet, so I pull her head up from its position. She shoots me a confused look.

  “As much as I love that sexy mouth of yours, I want to come inside your sweet pussy. So take off your clothes.”

  “Yes, sir,” she says while starting to remove her clothes.

  “Damn, right!” I roar while grabbing her T-shirt and pretty much ripping the damn thing to pieces. As soon as her bra’s exposed, I dip my fingers into each cup and lift her tits so they sit high and perfect on the lace.

  “God, that feels so good.” Kathryn moans as she grinds her now-naked pussy all over my cock. She places her nipple against my lips and looks at me with her eyes half-open and full of passion. “Please.”

  I comply instantly, taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking it hard. I graze my teeth against her, returning the favor she bestowed on me moments ago. She moans louder in appreciation of what I’m doing. I continue to flick and nip as she squirms all over me, getting some friction against her clit.

  “Oh, fuck! She throws her head back and cries out. “Yes, like that.” She raises herself up just enough so my dick is positioned at her entrance. I feel a flash of pain when she touches my side, but I bear the discomfort as she slams herself down on my cock. The movement is so powerful that my breath leaves me for a few seconds.

  Kathryn bounces up and down on me with rapt need. I cup her breasts in each hand and flick her nipples with my thumbs.

  “How’s that, beautiful?” I know the answer as she throws her head back. “Touch yourself, I’m getting close.”

  She snakes her hand between us. The feeling of her hand pressed where we’re joined is beyond hot to me. I am trying to hold off my release as the erotic scene plays out in front of me. When I feel her legs beginning to shake, I give her nipples a little twist. I want the sensation to be strong enough to tip her over the edge, and thankfully it works as she starts to spasm around me.

  “That’s it, beautiful. Come around me.”

  I push up into her as best I can without too much exertion, my injured side already firing up in protest. Kathryn tightens more around me, furthering all the sensations and spurring on my climax. I remove my hands from her tits and cup her ass for better leverage. Finally we come together in mutual pleasure, and I spill into her through each wave of my release.

  “Kathryn!” I cry out. She latches her mouth onto mine in a blistering kiss. I’m lost in her display of passion. No word or thought computes, only a feeling of ecstasy runs through me.

  Kathryn’s still wrapped around me as we come down from our high. She folds into my good side, smiling contentedly. I reach for the soft cashmere blanket on the back of the couch and tuck it around her.

  She rests her head against my chest, and I lazily stroke the long strands of her hair before pushing it back behind her ear. She looks up at me, and I love what I see reflecting on her face, a look of peaceful bliss.

  It feels great knowing I’ve changed with her help and crossed over the line. The line between knowing how to fuck versus how to make love. The difference rests snuggled i
n my arms as I’ve never held a woman tenderly like this after sex. She’s my first.

  “I’m completely spent,” Kathryn mumbles against my chest. Before I can respond, my stomach rumbles, killing our moment.

  “With my ear to your chest, your stomach growling sounded like a clap of thunder.” She laughs while bringing her fingers up to caress the back of my neck. I shiver in response. “All this activity has left me a little hungry, too. Maybe we should think about something to eat.”

  “I agree. It’s getting late and I’m starving.” It appears that skipping dinner in lieu of eating cookies didn’t quite work for us. “Let’s give Rosa the night off. What do you say we order a pizza?”

  “Do they deliver to penthouse apartments?” From the little twinkle in her eyes, I know she’s kidding.

  “This is New York City. I can get a pack of gum delivered if I want.”

  Chapter 7

  I awake with a start from a nightmare featuring an irate, gun-toting Simon. My heart pounds like it’s trying to break through my chest. I rub the sleep from my eyes and squint at the brightness of the room. The morning sun pours through the wall of windows in my bedroom. Usually, I close the floor-to-ceiling curtains before bed, but last night Kathryn and I fell asleep with the city lights dancing shadows across the room.

  I try to block out my bad dream and instead gaze over at a sleeping Kathryn. She’s moved to the other side of the bed, out of my reach. She’s on her side, facing away from me with waves of hair spilling over her pillow. The view is wonderful. The covers lay low across her hips, allowing me to see all of her bare back. Damn, she’s one beautiful woman. The curve of her spine. The dip of her waist. The swell of her hips. All combine to tease and taunt me worsening my everyday case of the morning wood.

  Kathryn’s like a magnet, and I make my way to her side of the bed so we’re touching skin to skin. Trying not to wake her yet, I rest quietly next to her. She is warm and soft against me. After a couple of minutes, I can no longer keep my hands to myself, and I begin to trace large circles over her hips. The sheets give way and allow me to touch her pale skin.

  After the first few circles, she begins to stir. Maybe I should’ve let her sleep, but I am a selfish man. I need her company before I start what will likely be the day from hell.

  Kathryn slowly rolls over on her back with her eyes still half-closed.

  “Morning.” She stretches her arms up over her head. As she groans through her sleepiness, her breasts thrust forward when she arches her back. Temptation. This woman is utter temptation. On instinct, my fingers move to touch one of her exposed nipples. She peeks at me, giving me a very seductive smile for six o’clock on a Sunday morning.

  “I can’t keep my hands to myself. It’s all your fault.” I follow her curves with my finger to her other breast and lightly touch the nipple. It hardens under my touch.

  “What did I do?” Her voice is raspy likely from a combination of arousal and the early hour.

  “You fell asleep in my bed with nothing on. I believe that’s a free pass for any man.”

  “Is that so?” She smirks while turning on her side to face me. She glances below my waist. I’m covered, but my erection isn’t quite hidden as it pushes against the sheets.

  “Well, what do we have here?” She grazes her finger over my needy cock, and her smirk turns into full-blown smile.

  “It’s the usual morning condition.” I bite back a moan as her entire hand covers me through the sheet. This scene reminds me of the ribbon wrapped around me yesterday.

  “How do you normally handle this condition?” I chuckle at her word choice.

  “Pretty much the same way you’re handling it. Although normally in the shower. Clean and quick.” Kathryn starts a nice steady rhythm—up and down. Fuck, it feels so good.

  “You know, Tantra teaches that lovers should spend a few minutes together each morning. It can be as simple as holding each other in bed and doesn’t have to be all about sex. But I don’t think it would hurt.” Each morning? I don’t think I can get any harder as I focus on her words.

  “What a wonderful wake-up call. The more I learn about this practice, the more I love it. But you don’t always have Tantra sex, right?” I’ve been confused on this point since we’ve mixed it up quite a bit.

  “It’s like cooking: Sometimes you make the effort to cook a five-course gourmet meal. And savor every bite, not skipping anything.” While speaking, she removes the covers and brings her lips close to my cock. I think she’s in love with it, and I couldn’t make me a happier man. “Other times you’re famished and just grab something quick to eat to satisfy your hunger. One takes time and preparation, where passion builds up slowly. The other is immediate, where passion makes you claw for more.”

  “Yes,” I moan. It’s the only word I can force out of my mouth as she licks my dick from base to tip. I understand the meaning of claw for more because right now I’m clawing at the sheets while she’s making love to my cock.

  “Experimenting with different types of sex”—she stops to lick around my head—“makes you appreciate it all. Variety is—”

  “The spice of life.” I finish her sentence for her. “Beautiful, you’re driving me crazy. Let’s continue what you’re doing in the shower. I need to fuck you, and standing up might be best, considering my side.

  “You feel up to it?”

  “Wild horses couldn’t stop me, babe. The shower... now.”

  “You’re bossy this morning.”

  “I forgot to warn you. I’m not a morning person. Now move.”

  We rise, and I stand before my nightstand. I pop open my pill bottle, shake a couple of tablets into my hand, and down them with a little water from the glass next to my meds. I should be feeling fine in a few minutes.

  I turn to see Kathryn leaning against the bathroom door. She’s posed with her head held high, one leg bent, and her hands tucked behind her back. Her stance gives me full view of her fucking hot body. God, how I wish we could stay naked today and never leave my bed. Fucking duties and responsibilities.

  I stalk forward, completely focused, never taking my eyes off of her. She has this sexy “come and get me” look in her eyes. She wants to toy with me. I don’t think I’ll be playing her game this morning, though. If anything, I’m going to be toying with her.

  “Get in that shower. Now,” I say and spin her around by the shoulders, spanking that sweet ass of hers.

  “Oh,” she squeaks and follows my orders to the shower.

  I lag behind to watch her hips sway. All I can think is how I’m going to fuck the pain away under the hot water of the shower. Nothing’s going to stop me. At this point, I’m pretty sure it’s my cock leading the way.

  She turns on the water and I watch it cascade over her body. The heat of the water warms her skin and turns it a blushing shade of pink. I slide my hands over her and follow the trails of water from top to bottom. They’re streaming around her curves, dripping from her full breasts and rounding over her hips.

  We gaze into each other’s eyes, neither of us moving. I’ve grown accustomed to her desire to watch me, connect with me, and I am beginning to see why it’s so powerful. Everything between us is intensified in the connection.

  Kathryn lets her hands roam my body while I palm each of her breasts and flick her nipples with my thumbs. She bites her lips and lets out a quiet moan as I pull on her nipples a little more roughly.

  She lowers herself to her knees on the tile. I place my hands in her hair and close my eyes as her mouth sucks me in again, totally in love with my cock.

  “Damn, babe.” She’s fucking swallowing me whole. “That’s it, yes!” I practically yell as she runs her tongue around me. I hold her head and gently push in time with her movements.

  When she looks up at me, her wide blue eyes hooded with desire, I know I’m not going to last long. It’s a powerful aphrodisiac—having a woman on her knees, giving me her all, and withholding nothing as she worships me.
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br />   Even though I don’t want to stop fucking her mouth, I pull away. She appears surprised and disappointed, as if I’ve stopped her from carrying out an important mission.

  “Stand up and place both hands flat on the bench.” My demand is clear. “Bend over and don’t say a word.”

  Kathryn eagerly does as I ask and finds the tiled shower bench.

  I line myself up to her and caress over the round part of her ass. Pushing my cock between her legs, but not penetrating, I try to stimulate her clit.

  “You want me, don’t you, beautiful?” I tug her hair so she arches back.

  “Yes, Adam, I want you.” She wiggles her perfect ass over my erection. I thrust against her wet entrance and seat myself deep inside, buried to the base. The connection we have seems to multiply when we become one like this.

  “Come on, Adam. Fuck me!” She tries to move back and forth on my cock.

  “All right. Hold on, babe.” I take her hips into my palms and grit my teeth. The pain in my side keeps me from thrusting as hard as I want, but I’m not going to let it stop me.

  Skin meets skin as our moans of pleasure intermingle. The sound of the shower pounding the tile wall creates a natural serenade as steam rises around us.

  As much as I want to keep pumping away, the pain I thought I could ignore starts to catch up with me. I know soon it will overpower my senses, and I don’t want that to happen before we reach our climaxes. I’m on the edge as it is and need her to join me there.

  “Touch yourself, baby. I need you there with me.” Kathryn’s hand disappears between her thighs, touching herself. She comes into contact with my dick as I thrust faster and harder into her.

  This position offers me perfect access to a place that I haven’t touched yet. Her little backdoor is totally at my mercy.

  I wait until her legs shake before I delve into new territory. Knowing she’s close, I press my finger into the opening of her backside. The running water trailing over her body makes my penetration easier. She arches back and cries out. Her release hits instantaneously with my exploring. I keep up a steady rhythm with my cock and finger as her climax keeps rippling through her body.