“Did Carrie reply yet?”
“No,” I said, moping. “But John did, and he can’t hang out. He’s helping his parents move this weekend.”
“Bummer,” Adam said, flopping lazily onto his back, unlocking his phone as it buzzed. “Oh, and looks like Greg and Dan have a soccer tournament.”
“Man,” I complained, tossing my phone to the side in a huff. “How is nobody free to go out on a Saturday night?”
Adam rolled over again onto his chest, tossing an arm over me and burying his face in my curls.
“Sorry, babe,” he mumbled, giving me a sympathetic squeeze. “I know you were looking forward to going out. Maybe we could have a fun night in? Just you and me. We haven’t done that in forever.”
I turned my head to see his eyebrows raised and a goofy grin spreading across his face. I tried to hold my scowl, but cracked a smile and squirmed away when he started to tickle my sides.
“Fine, fine!” I laughed, shoving him off of me and grabbing at his wrists. I wrestled his hands over his head and flipped him on his back, swinging a leg up to straddle him. Adam was six foot and athletic, with toned shoulders and arms. He could overpower my petite frame with ease, but I knew he had a soft spot for play wrestling and loved watching me try to act tough. I held his wrists tight, smiling down at that infectious grin that had won my heart a million times.
I leaned down and brushed my lips lightly against Adam’s. His eyes closed, and I could feel his smile lingering as we kissed. I pressed my body into him, letting my form melt into his. Releasing his wrists, I combed my fingers through his sandy hair as his hands traced my waist. I broke the kiss and lingered only a few inches from his face, staring deeply in to his radiant blue eyes through batting lashes. His breath caught as I ground my hips into his, and I leaned down to whisper seductively into his ear.
“I’ll kick your ass in a game of ping pong.”
Adam gripped my waist and locked eyes with me, his gaze intense and hot as molten lava. He pulled me down and brought his own lips to my ear.
“You’re fucking *on*.”
Then he unceremoniously tossed me off him and bounded into the hallway.
I launched myself from the bed, chasing after him in a mad race to the basement. I almost ate it running down the stairs and we came crashing into the rec room, nearly taking out the TV upon our arrival. Adam grabbed some ping pong balls from a basket and tossed me a paddle.
“Now babe,” Adam drawled, rounding the table and bouncing the ping pong ball deftly on his paddle. “As I have declared many times before, your ass is absolutely stunning. It is immaculate. A national treasure. So prepare yourself. Tonight I will gift you the greatest wealth there is to be had. Because you are about to have your ass handed to you.”
“Oh my *god*,” I laughed, shaking my head in disbelief while Adam cackled in spite of himself. “Now I really have to kick your ass, that was terrible.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Adam challenged, with an eyebrow raised. He bounced the ball onto my side of the table. “Ladies first.”
“Play to twenty-one, win by two,” I said, squaring up with the ping pong ball in one hand and the paddle in the other. “May the best ass win.”
“Dammit!”
“Ha!” Adam cheered, throwing his paddle on the table and dropping into some obscene victory dance. “You were so cocky after winning game one, but watch out! I’m back, boys!”
“Hrmf,” I pouted, wrinkling my nose as he gyrated his hips disturbingly. “That last shot was lucky.”
“Just admit defeat and all this can be over,” Adam shrugged, snatching his paddle up and falling into a crouch. “Or I can make this quick and painless, you’re choice.”
I shuffled my feet and bounced the ball on the table.
“I don’t know, babe. I might be burning out on ping pong.”
“No way!” Adam accused. “Don’t bail on me for the championship round. This is for all the cookies! Or should I say tookies?”
I glared at him.
“Come on,” Adam encouraged, coming around the table to envelop me in a hug. I buried my face in his chest, breathing in the musk of his slightly damp shirt. He pulled back and looked at me with a smile that only said mischief. “I have an idea. What if we spice up this last game a little to mix it up? Keep it fresh.”
“Like how?” I asked, doubtfully.
“Hmm…” Adam said, rubbing a hand over his stubble thoughtfully. “Loser takes shots?”
“We finished off the tequila last week for Cinco de Mayo,” I reminded him. “And no way am I taking shots of vodka right now.”
“What if we played with our non-dominant hands? Or blindfolded? Or without paddles?”
“Yes, let’s make ping pong extremely difficult and not very fun. Sounds like a blast!”
Adam shoved me lightly and laughed.
“Hey, I’m trying my best!”
He stared at the ping pong table for a moment, eyes narrowed and hands resting on his hips. Suddenly he gasped and grabbed my shoulders.
“I’ve got it,” Adam grinned.
“What now?” I asked, suspicious, smiling in spite of myself.
“Strip ping pong.”
Adam raised his eyebrows, beaming at me expectantly as I burst into laughter. I wiped my eyes and shook my head at him, giggling. I regarded my sweet, handsome, goofball of a man for a second before letting out a long sigh.
“Okay.”
Adam’s eyes widened and he jumped in the air.
“Seriously?” he asked as I laughed, and he raced back to his side of the table. “This is so awesome. How should the rules work?”
“Every five points I score,” I said, retrieving my paddle and a ball, “you remove an article of clothing. When you score five, I’ll remove an article of clothing.”
“Sounds fair,” Adam agreed. “Although socks counts as one!”
“Okay, cowboy,” I laughed, squaring up to serve. “Hope you’re warmed up, because you’re about to get real chilly.”
And I let the ball fly.
Invigorated with the spicy challenge, I mustered up a second wind and took the first five points. Adam grumbled as he unbuttoned his plaid shirt and tossed it aside. Much to Adam’s irritation, I was on a roll, and managed to hit ten points soon afterwards. He slipped his undershirt over his head with a flourish. He took the time to twist and stretch his torso for a moment, side eyeing me to confirm I saw his muscles ripple and flex.
“Thanks,” Adam smirked, swinging his arms in wide circles and flexing a toned bicep. “My range of motion has improved significantly.”
I scoffed, but quickly ate my words when he hit his first five points. I couldn’t help laughing at Adam’s disappointment when I tossed my socks at him.
“Aw, come on,” he complained, “show a little skin. I feel exposed!”
“Score some points,” I winked.
A few minutes later, after many more shouts of victory and groans of defeat, Adam had lost his socks, and I was down to my black bra and blue lace underwear. Starting to feel competitive, as well as a little frisky, I made sure to pick up the wayward ping pong ball facing away from him, bending from the waist to give Adam a view. As I turned around, Adam’s eyes snapped back up and pretended to be looking out the window.
“Don’t get distracted,” I scolded, waving a paddle at him.
“Oh, I have my eye on the prize,” Adam crooned, popping an eyebrow at me. “I’m up 19 to 16, your serve.”
Naturally, I hit it right off the back of the table. A wicked grin spread across Adam’s face.
“Well,” he said eagerly, rocking forward and back on his toes like an overexcited child. “Which is it going to be?”
I rolled my eyes and turned away from him, reaching my arms behind me and fumbling with the clasp of my bra. Suddenly, I felt Adam’s breath on my neck. He gently replaced my hands with his own.
“Let me,” he murmured.
I closed my eyes as Adam took a moment to unhook the clasp. It came open with a small snap, and he gently pushed the straps over my shoulders until the bra fell onto the carpet with a soft thud. Adam’s fingers slid down my arms and laced between my own. I shiver passed over me as I leaned into him, just barely pressing my ass into him, inciting a nearly imperceptible rumbling moan. Adam buried his face in my hair, breathing deeply. I held my breath as his fingers began to trace their way to my hips, on my stomach, over the ridge of each rib, until they just brushed the swell of my breasts. Suddenly, I spun in his arms and was facing him. I snaked my hands over his gleaming chest and around his neck, pulling him closer and locking onto his gaze. I licked my lips slowly, and leaned in until our faces were impossibly close.
“It’s still my serve.”
Adam glared at me for a moment. He dropped his gaze unabashedly at my tits for a moment, before turning away in a huff.
“20 to 16, your serve,” he said, grabbing his paddle and pitching the ball at me wildly. “Come on, now, let’s go!”
I picked up the ball leaned against the ping pong table leisurely, bouncing it rhythmically on my paddle. Adam scowled, tapping his fingers on the table impatiently. As I squared up to serve, I rolled my shoulders back slightly, thrusting my breasts out. My nipples were firm from the slight chill of the basement, pink and erect, and decisively taking the full attention of my competitor. I slammed the ball down the table before he even looked up.
“That’s not fair,” he whined, chasing the ball across the basement. I laughed manically.
A few serves later, I was prancing shamelessly around the basement while Adam howled with frustration.
“20 to 20!” I proclaimed, bounding over to my drooping boyfriend. I slipped my fingers around the button of his shorts and popped it open. “Off.”
Adam sighed and slid the waistband over his hips and kicked the shorts across the room. I wrapped my arms around him, pressing by breasts against his chest and my hips into his now visible arousal. My hands wandered to his ass, and I slid my fingers over his sleek boxer briefs.
“Nuh uh,” Adam chided breathily, removing my hands and wagging a finger. “It’s not over yet.”
We stood for a moment, a blush rising in both of our flushed faces. A pang of lust shot through me as my eyes wandered downward, tracing the clear outline of his erection. When I looked back up, Adam was biting his lip, his breathing slightly ragged and his eyes pleading.
“Your serve,” I whispered, and tore myself away to grab my paddle one more time.
The air of competition dissipated as something else flooded our minds. Adam served the ball, and we volleyed until he hit it into the net. 22 to 21, game point. His eyes were like fire as he sent the ball my way. I returned it over the net, and Adam swung his paddle wildly. The ball launched across the room. I stared at the place where it had fallen behind the couch for a moment, holding my breath, before looking back at Adam. He placed his paddle down and let out a breath, before breaking into a huge smile.
In a sudden rush we were together, Adam grabbing my face with both hands and pulling me into a desperate kiss. I melted into him and heard my heart beating in my ears. Pulling him even closer, I deepened the kiss, nipping his lower lip between my teeth. Adam growled and ground his hips into me, communicating his lust loud and clear. His hands fell to my chest and he squeezed my tender breasts with deft fingers. He tugged at my nipples roughly, silencing my resulting squeal with his mouth. I broke away and began tracing his jaw with feather-light kisses, pausing at his ear to bite down on the lobe. Adam groaned and reached down to my lace thong, before I slapped his hands away.
“Excuse me,” I said huskily, pinning his wrists to his sides. “I believe you’ve forgotten who won.”
Adam’s scowl melted quickly into a bashful smile as I hooked my fingers into the front of his boxer-briefs. Impossibly slowly, I crept them lower until the center of his lust sprang into view. I sucked in a breath and felt the persistent ache of longing grow between my legs. I ignored it, for now, and pulled the briefs down his toned thighs, dropping to my knees to remove them entirely. From my kneeling position, I looked up at him through batting lashes, and licked his cock slowly from base to tip.
“Oh my *god*,” Adam groaned, head falling back in ecstasy. He stumbled back slightly and supported himself on the ping pong table, which creaked under his weight. “That’s too fucking hot, you can’t just do that.”
“Watch me.”
I dragged my tongue along his length again, this time even more slowly. I watched his jaw fall open and his eyes flutter closed, satisfaction and arousal fluttering inside me.
“I said… watch me.”
Adam opened his eyes just in time to see me take him in my mouth down to the base. His eyes shone with desire as I dragged my lips over his shaft. Grabbing his strong thighs to balance myself, I could feel him quaking, his knuckles white where they gripped the edge of the table. He groaned as I circled the head with my tongue, savoring the salty slickness. The taste alone turned me on, but paired with Adam’s groans of pleasure I was suddenly desperate for him.
As if he read my mind, Adam suddenly reached down and pulled me up to face him. He kissed me gently, and then lifted my chin with a finger. His tongue traced my bottom lip tantalizingly slowly, and then he rested his forehead on mine.
“I can taste my arousal on your lips,” he whispered.
A small moan escaped my lips as I stared up at him. His blue eyes searched mine, and we were just together for a moment. I could feel my intense love for him burning in my chest, and my intense lust for him burning in my loins.
“I want you,” I whispered back.
“Consider it done.”
Adam scooped me up and I wrapped my legs around him. He spun and set me down on the ping pong table but I only squeezed him tighter to me. He leaned in, but bypassed my awaiting lips straight for my neck. I arched into him as he left a trail of kisses up to my ear, where he lingered to nibble the sensitive flesh.
Again silencing my moan with his mouth, Adam’s fingers wandered down to my sensitive breasts, brushing his thumbs over my nipples and making me shudder. He roamed lower, tracing the curves of my waist until his fingers slipped into the lace waistband of my panties. I lifted my hips as he shimmied them down my legs and tossed them god knows where. I tightened my legs around him again and held him close, savoring every inch of contact. Leaning on his heaving chest, I heard his heartbeat pounding in my ear. I placed a loving kiss on his sternum, and suddenly felt his fingers on me. Adam smirked at my squeal of surprise, biting his lip as he raked his middle finger up my dripping slit.
I whined and threw my head back, thrusting into his hand, wordlessly begging for more. He laughed softly, not taking his eyes from my contorted face as he teased me, lazily dragging his fingers over my most sensitive place. Adam moved the pad of his thumb over my throbbing clit, pulling a moan from my lips. I thrust my hips upward, exposing myself completely to him, desperate for his touch. He snaked a hand around the back of my neck and cradled me close, and slipped a finger inside me.
I whimpered as it was joined by a second, feeling the heat rise in my belly. I ached for him. I wanted to take him right then, but Adam’s fingers reached that spot which caused my brain to short circuit. His slick fingers slid into me rhythmically, and I moaned into the crook of his neck. My body was on fire and I couldn’t wait anymore.
“Fuck me,” I murmured into his ear.
He didn’t need to be told twice.
With a growl of approval, he snatched me up off the table and tossed me onto the couch, wasting no time to join. His large body covered mine and his weight pressed me into the cool leather. Kissing me roughly, he ground his hips into mine, the length of his erection sliding up my swollen sex.
“Please,” I whined, arching into him and grabbing his hips. “I need you.”
Through lowered lids he met my gaze, and deftly slid his cock into me, a low mown rumbling in his chest. Adam’s eyes fluttered closed and he held me like that for a moment, catching his breath. I tightened my abdominal muscles and squeezed him from within. His eyes shot open.
“You minx,” Adam laughed, wiping the cheeky expression off my face instantly as he thrust into me, hard. I cried out and he caught my lips with his own, reaching a hand under my ass to hit me even deeper.
“God,” Adam groaned, as he pounded into me. He let his face fall into my wild curls. “I needed to feel you so badly.”
I placed both hands on his gleaming chest and roughly pushed him back until he collapsed on the couch. Sitting up, I pulled him up until he was leaning against the back of the sofa and swung my leg over to straddle him. Without hesitating, I impaled myself on his cock.
“Oh fuck,” Adam whimpered, his head falling back and hands flying to my hips to get even deeper. I slipped my hands around his neck and ground my hips into him, sliding up his length and crashing back down. Again, and again. Adam held tight as I rode him, placing kisses on my neck and collarbone. His hands reached for my swollen breasts, hypersensitive to his touch as he kneaded them, exploring every inch of my glistening skin. I dug my nails into his shoulders, increasing my pace as I felt the familiar fire rising in my belly.
Adam read the desperation in my eyes and bucked his hips in rhythm with me, taking control again. I held on as he drove up into me mercilessly.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, breathless.
“I have no intention to,” he growled back.
My retort was overcome by the cries of pleasure escaping my lips as he drove me toward the edge. Waves of pleasure rippled through my body, and Adam took me in a deep kiss as the orgasm crashed over me. I whimpered into his mouth as my legs trembled and toes curled, and my fingers laced through his hair and held on tight. I held my forehead on his as I gasped for air, and saw that same desperate plea in his eyes.
“Come for me,” I said huskily.
Adam shut his eyes tight and drove into me, uninhibited and tearing towards climax. His fingers bruised my hipbones where they held on as if for dear life.
“Oh god,” he gasped through panting breaths. “Now.”
A carnal growl tore through him and he bucked his hips once, twice, pumping into me. I held him close as the pleasure washed over him, and his head fell back on the couch again.
Adam breathed steadily for a moment. He popped one eye open and a smile crept to his lips. He hugged me close to him, still buried, perfectly enveloping me in his strong arms. We stayed tangled together and dripping in sweat as we caught our breath.
Adam gently pushed me back and reached to take my face in both hands. I smiled, socking up his affection. He kissed me sweetly, lingering to run his fingers through my tangled hair.
“I didn’t know you were that good at ping pong,” he said, pulling away with a grin.
“Maybe you just need some practice,” I winked.
“Well then,” Adam said, eyes sparkling. “How about a rematch?”
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