Chapter 10
Adam was in a daze the rest of the drive back to his house. I’d never given him road head before, nor had we even discussed it as part of our “have you ever” type convos we’d had so far. When we pulled into the driveway he threw the truck into park and turned to me, the cab lights dimming slowly until we sat in darkness.
“That was really good. Like, really good,” he wasn’t even grinning or smiling, he just looked like he was in awe.
“Thank you,” I motioned a partial bow towards him and smiled. He ran his fingers through his wavy hair and then rested his hand on his knee. I could tell he was building up to say something but I really didn’t know what it was.
“Were you jealous that Angela, well, you know, is Angela. Or did it kinda turn into some mild foreplay watching her try and get my attention?” he wasn’t sure how’d I’d react to this question, I could tell in his body language; he fiddled with the knee of his jeans a bit when he spoke. I laughed at his nervousness, though I did deep-down find it to be pretty cute that he didn’t want to upset me. What a good boyfriend.
“The latter,” I said, raising my eyebrows at him. “I mean at first, when she brought you coffee, I thought I wasn’t going to like her still trying to be super friendly with you. But then when she saw me watching her, and she pressed her tits against your hand at the bar.. I don’t know. I mean I didn’t like it. But it also really made me horny.”
Adam’s eyes widened and I could tell he was trying to keep his expectations in check while he was also getting a glimpse of some freaky stuff that could be on the horizon.
“Okay, so what are we saying is the foreplay? Is it… her?” he asked, and before I could answer, he interjected–“I’m not really a three-way kinda guy. I just want to put that out there.” Gotta be honest, I was a little relieved because that meant his eyes weren’t wandering from me. And I didn’t find myself to be a three-way type of girl either.
I shook my head no. “No, it’s not her really. It’s the attention other women give you, I guess.” He nodded. We sat in silence for a few moments more, both of us churning over these ideas.
“It validates me, I guess, which I know is really dumb but, I don’t know..” my thought trailed off as I suddenly felt very self-conscious of what I had said.
I knew I was a good looking woman. I was educated, smart (no- educated and smart are not the same thing!), funny, easy to talk to, loving, and so much more. I exercised when I could, ate right most of the time, made sure to have everything shaved and plucked (even when I was single)….but even so, Adam was truly a specimen to lay eyes on.
Tall, Southern, had manners and killer body, goofy but sweet and knew when to be serious. Sometimes when I kissed him and opened my eyes, my heart fluttered with happiness to have found a guy so great on the inside and so tremendous on the outside.
“How does it validate you?” he asked. I looked into his eyes. He was inquisitive and though I was still riding a decent buzz, I felt the need to explain to him.
“You’re you, you know? You’re…” I waved my hand up and down the length of his head and torso, “amazing. And you’re MY boyfriend and yeah, this isn’t a pity party because I am clearly awesome too but… you’re you and you’re with me. And when other girls throw themselves at you, it makes me hot. I can’t help it.” It made me jealous a bit too but I didn’t want to crush the moment. Now he knew I was a bit insecure about myself–something I’d never revealed to him prior to this.
“You know what?” he said, leaning back against the side window in his truck. “I think the same thing about you.” Oh my panties, he really knew just what to say, didn’t he?
“Let’s go inside.” He got out of the truck and opened my door for me, as I was still fumbling with my seat belt and purse being tangled together. He pulled me out of the passenger seat and threw me over his shoulder and spanked my ass as he carried me up the walkway.
He didn’t even fumble with his keys–he unlocked the door, kicked off his shoes and carried me straight to the bedroom where he threw me straight across the bed. We often times left the lights on when we had sex because we loved seeing one another’s bodies but tonight he kept the lights off. He pulled off my shoes and unbuttoned my jeans and in one swift movement, pulled them off my body. He wrapped his pointer fingers in the top of my underwear and pulled them down, shimmying them past my hips and knees and slipping them off my feet.
Using his knuckles on each thigh, he pushed my legs open with force, so much force that I slid up on the bed. He lowered myself over me and kissed me, his mouth tasting like beer and nachos and my mouth tasting like him. He held my throat in his grip and tightened it slowly until I reached up and curled my fingers around his grip, then he released me. He kissed me again, this time longer and with more passion, and then he choked me again. We continued this sexy cycle until I was dripping wet, my juices puddling on the bed underneath me.
The last time he let go of my throat I whispered to him, my voice raspy, “I need to fuck you right now.” He didn’t say a word but just simply shook his head no.
He settled between my legs, his mess of sandy hair poking up over my mound as he kissed my inner thigh. I reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged him up to my clit. He began by licking it very gently, the tip of his tongue just barely grazing it. I writhed under his touch, begging for him to lick me harder. Slowly he built up, eventually licking me with his entire tongue, circling my clit and running down the length of my taint. His tongue felt like heaven.
His powerful hands gripped my thighs so tightly that I knew I’d have bruises, memories from our physical night. He continued licking me, occasionally pushing his tongue into my wet gap for a moment before coming back to my clit. He licked it until I literally could not stand it one. more. minute.
I warned him that I was about to come, I had basically been edging all evening, watching him at the bar. He climbed on top of me and rammed his rock-hard dick into my wetness just in time for me to come on him, my pussy throbbing wildly as I came. I was panting and moaning, clawing at his back while my hips thrusted wildly underneath his weight. It was one of the best orgasms I’d had. Ever.
When I was done he rolled me over and pulled me to my knees by my hips and slapped my ass. His hand was thick and soft but stung when he spanked me with force. He spanked me a few more times and my thighs began to shake. I could feel another orgasm building inside me as this beautiful man slapped my ass.
With a tight grip he pulled me by my hips, down onto his massive cock. Every time he penetrated me I gasped at his size but then, over the months, my pussy grew to yearn for it when we were apart. A few seconds of pain was worth hours and hours of pure pleasure.
He rammed himself deep within me with more force than usual, releasing his grip on my hip just long enough to spank me. We continued this cycle for a few minutes until he pushed my face and torso down against the bed and leaned over my hips. The position gave him more leverage to probe deep inside me, and he did, quickening his pace with each thrust. He moaned, and murmured quietly before he came: “I love your pussy.”
Oh geez. I couldn’t help but tingle when hearing Adam say the word pussy. It was so sexy it always made me throb, and saying it right before he filled me with his load, it was even hotter. I moaned as he came, push hips down against me as hard as he could. I felt his sweat drip down on my back as he exhaled with force, filling me with more cum again. He fell onto me, his chest pressed against my back, our sweaty bodies sticking together.
“You love my pussy, huh?” I panted, sitting up and flipping over to my back, smiling at Adam. Post-coitally he always looked so fucking sexy, damp hair and flush cheeks, his body soft with relaxation.
“I do, indeed.” Sigh. I couldn’t wait for more foreplay at work tomorrow.
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