Harkham's Case (Harkam's #1) (46 page)

“Lick it.”

His eyes flew open wide, but he didn’t shy away. He sucked those fingers into his mouth, making a grunt when he was done cleaning them off. “Oh, Mari . . . I like that taste. It’s very naughty—like us.”

“If you let me put my tongue on you one more time real quick, then you can put yours directly on my pussy. Deal?” What was she saying? This was madness!

She didn’t wait for a reply from her head or from him.

In the next breath, she was on her knees and had him inside her mouth, sucking before he could back away.

She held his ass this time, pressing him into her face.

He was standing so rigid, she hoped it wasn’t because she was unwittingly hurting him. The whole goal was to make him feel unspeakable pleasure.

His ragged breathing and fists of her hair said he was probably enjoying it, so she kept going. “Oh Christ!” he said through a clenched jaw.

He watched her.

She pulled back for a second and said, “Fuck my mouth, sweetie. Come on my tongue. I wanna taste all of you.”

His eyes flashed wide once more, and his chest ballooned out as he took a huge, body-seizing breath.

“Use my hair or my head to guide me as you thrust.”

He looked hesitant.

“Do it. I plan to do that to you when you taste me. Make it fair, sweetheart.” She caressed his ass cheeks.

They clenched.

His lips parted, his hands moved in slow motion as they gripped harder into her hair, and then a resolute look crossed his features.

Thank God! He needed this so they could move on.

Maybe he’d obsess a little less if he got off today with her.

She inhaled at his pubes and nipped, licked and sucked her way back to his tip.

By the time she got him to the back of her throat, he was chanting her name, “Mari—oh God, I like this. Mari—oh God, this feels good. Mari—oh God, I love you so much!”

He took control, fucked her mouth with a few bursting thrusts, almost making her gag. She moaned, because goddammit, Adam was growling and now whispering, “Fuck—wet and tight. Like a pussy, I think.”

Fucking Christ, he was making her crazy.

Somehow he hadn’t come yet.

How was he lasting this long?

A few more rough jerks of her hair toward his crotch, and she moaned some more, increasing her suction.

Her knees were in agony from the rough ground of the shower.

But she kept going.

Nothing seemed to tip him over the edge until her hands slid back up and she squeezed his ass as hard as she could.

“Ohhhhh Ga-awww-awwwd!” he rasped, choked on the words and then . . . “Oooohhhhhuuuuuhhhh.” His whole body vibrated and convulsed.

He yanked at her hair, pulling her mouth off him and then he spurted all over her lips and chin.

Oh fuck! That was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. She tried to catch as much of it on her tongue as she could.

She swiped at his leaking tip at the end of his orgasm, to get the last bits, but he giggled like a girl and hopped away.

“Sensitive—Mari,” he told her, as if she should know better.

She used her fingers to smear his come off her face and push it into her mouth, so she could be a greedy girl and taste as much of it as possible. Her lips made a smacking noise when she licked the last of it off her index finger.

“Sorry.” She giggled higher pitched than he had. “Wasn’t thinking about that.”

He helped her right up to standing and into his arms. “I love you more than any bird loves the trees. That was better than a donut and soda combined!” He squeezed her body into his.

Their wet bodies made a funny squeaking, slapping noise.

She hummed and held him close. “I know—because you’re the donut, and I’m the soda.”

“I think so, too.” He rocked her in his arms.

There were moments like this when she wanted to chain his family up for keeping him in the dark—let them see how it felt to be utterly sheltered. But at the same time, she was so honored to share these firsts with him, to watch him learn about his sexuality—it was spellbinding. She was privileged to be a part of it.

She could feel his breath even out as it wafted over her shoulder, but as he came down from the rest of his lingering climax,
she
stayed overstimulated. Her heart was still racing, her whole body, wires crossing and firing, tripping her body into a frenzy.

It didn’t matter, though. She wasn’t going to ruin this moment with reminding him to go down on her.

That could wait. She was soaking up all his goodness, like a sponge when it first got wet and then loosened up its fibers when the moistness spread. He was definitely spreading through her, making her life better, more bearable and even filled with joy.

Without realizing it, she was playing with his nipples, kissing his chest and rubbing her nose in his chest hairs.

“I love you, and I hope that really was . . .” she swallowed hard—the lump in her throat was stuck from witnessing something so beautiful, making it hard to speak “. . . good for you. And that I wasn’t too rough or making you feel like you had to do things you didn’t feel comfortable with.” She stalled a little as she said it into his chest because it was difficult to say things like that. It was so incredibly intimate to ask him if he honestly liked it and wasn’t disgusted by what she’d just done to him. She already knew she sucked at this stuff. That’s why she was usually high on something before she performed for a guy.

He gripped her by the shoulders, looking her in the eye. “I hope my family leaves early every single morning, because I wanna do that again, but next time without me backing off like a baby when you first come at my dick.”

She kissed his chin, chuckled and said, “Next time I’m gonna feel it come bursting out of you, too—going straight down my throat.”

His cheeks reddened. Hers probably did as well, because her face heated.

Mari grabbed the soap and quickly washed him before the water went cold on them, and before she tried to experiment with the future promises they just made.

* * *

Adam couldn’t stop grabbing her every chance he got. His mind replayed what they did in the shower over and over. What would it be like to be touching each other at the same time? If his fingers were inside her while her hand was wrapped around him—would it be even better, if that was possible? He wanted to try that right now, and nobody would know. He’d keep quiet about it this time. No blabbing afterward with Zach or Dad, or anybody else. He’d learned it was upsetting to Mari when he shared private moments like that.

Kendra kept watching him in class. It was like she knew he’d been touched and sucked into ecstasy down there by Mari.

It made him anything but hard or sore or fat to have
that
gross girl’s eyes on him.

She was ickier than anybody he knew. Tara was gross, too, but she didn’t have as many classes with him.

It must be a family trait of theirs to make him feel revolted.

Kendra smiled several times and waved.

He looked away each time and tightened his hold on Mari’s hand.

He snuggled his head onto his fiancé’s shoulder. A thrill raced through him at the thought of that word.

She’s gonna marry me! I can have my dick in her anytime I want. I’ll have lots of sex with her in and out of the shower! I want that. So much!

He played with the ring on Mari’s finger as his dick hardened.

“Remember when we were in the shower and you touched me?” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes, Adam. It was this morning,” she said, laughing quietly. It was low and deep and made him scoot closer.

“I liked it a lot. When we’re married, I’m going to shower with you every day.” He rubbed his cheek on her shoulder, settling in even more. She didn’t care when fluids came out of him. She said she wanted them on her. So he let that happen. It flew onto her lips, and she looked like a tasty treat with him on her.

He sucked on his lower lip, remembering how it smelled and tasted when she kissed him afterward. His eyes roamed to her breasts for a moment.

“My dick’s remembering it right now. It’s telling me it wants it again, by being hard for you. Wanna be sneaky and feel?”

She gave him a look that said he was turning her on, but that he also better behave.

“I won’t tell anyone.” He pulled his head off her shoulder and crossed his heart.

She choked off a giggle.

“I swear—and you’ll know I’m right, because you’ll see I can be quiet.” He looked around to make sure no one was watching. When it was clear nobody would see, he grabbed her hand in his and placed it on his bulging cock, cupping her hand around him. God, that felt good. He needed it. Bad!

“Ad-am!” she hissed and yanked it off him.

“What? Was it scary how hard it was?” He blinked and leaned toward her. “I thought you said you liked how hung I am and how big my dick is, so it’ll feel real tight in your pussy when you finally let me inside you.” He kept it to a whisper, but he wished he didn’t have to. It would be best if they could really discuss how his hardness was frightening her right now. This was cause for serious concern. What had changed since the shower this morning? Was she scared he’d shoot through his pants and onto her mouth again while they were in class? He didn’t think that could happen. The material should absorb any stray come, should it leave his body.

So what was the problem here?

“We are
not
discussing this right now.” Her eyes hardened.

“Please—it wants you, and it wants to know why. I do, too.” He gave a pouty lip.

“No, I’m not scared of your hard-on. But I can’t be groping you in class. We’ll get caught.”

The teacher called on Kendra, and she sat with her mouth open like a dead fish.

“Maybe somebody can help you out with the answer since evidently paying attention is a difficult task for you today,” the teacher told her.

Adam’s head sprang up from Mari’s shoulder, and he called out the answer.

“That’s correct, Mr. Latham, but maybe you could keep a safe distance back there. There are rules for couples in this classroom.” He pointed, letting Adam know he needed to move back to his own designated spot.

“I like it here. I’m not moving,” Adam said.

“What did you say?” The teacher’s brows shot up.

“You know I have problems, and being with Mari keeps me under control,” he announced with pride coursing through his veins. This was his girlfriend. He was happy to tell people he would be in her space and it was still something a guy could do without being embarrassed.

“I told you from the start—holding hands is one thing—manhandling, kissing and practically being in her lap is something else. Separate or I’m sending you to the office.” The teacher’s eyes narrowed. He pushed his glasses up.

The whole classroom was staring at Adam. His insides were crying like a waterfall on a mountainside. If he went to the office, he might get thrown out for talking back to the teacher.

“I’ll behave,” Adam said, shifting away and inching to his side, where he was supposed to sit all by himself. His hand was still in hers. “And I apologize for breaking your rules.”
And that you’re so lonely you don’t get that she makes my dick sing and makes my heart melt. Otherwise, you’d get it and never tell me to move away from her. You’re just a sad, sad man.

The teacher glared, then turned back to the whiteboard and went on with the lesson.

“He knows you’re horny,” Mari whispered. She smiled and kissed the back of his hand.

“Probably everybody knows. I’m not good at hiding it.” He smiled sheepishly. “But if it doesn’t bother you, then I’m okay with it.”

“I love it.” She winked.

He brought their clasped hands under the table and pinched her thigh.

She jumped a little, and a moment later, Kendra’s hand was in the air.

“They’re still doing it, Mr. Matthews. I just saw them kiss, and he was pinching her in very inappropriate places.” Kendra’s jaw tensed and twitched.

The teacher sighed, and his shoulders pushed back.

“Miss Cole, Mr. Latham . . . Head to the office. Talk to your guidance counselor and don’t come back here until you can stay in your own seats, keep your hands to yourselves and act like mature, responsible students.”

Mari stood up abruptly and yanked Adam up after her. “We’re all those things. And Kendra’s lying because she’s out to break us apart. She’s been obsessed with Adam ever since he came here.”

“Whatever, psycho . . . Like you’re one to talk,” Kendra said and faked a yawn while rolling her eyes.

Mari dragged him along behind her once he grabbed their backpacks.

She stormed down the hallway. “I’m gonna tear that nasty fucking bitch a new hole. Then maybe she’ll be able to satisfy Rory and they’ll both leave us alone,” she muttered.

Wait,
what
? His skin prickled on his chest.