Chapter Sixteen, Too Fast
Posted by DiF on Saturday, September 10, 2011
Title: Alternate Realities: Chapter Sixteen, Too Fast
Rating: R/NC-17 [violence, language, sexual nudity]
Summary: Oh the cuddling. And the dramaz.
He could get used to this. While waking next to a beautiful woman was not foreign to Adam, waking next to Kylia seemed so much more. Maybe it had something to do with the way her lips twitched in a smile as the soft morning light cascaded over her sleeping form. Or maybe it was something bigger, he wasn’t really sure. Whatever the cause, Adam loved waking up next to her and while he did not want to jinx it, he wanted to wake up next to her for all of his days.
“Why are you grinning?” a soft voice interrupted his thoughts.
Without a thought, Adam’s arms encircled her as he snuggled up against her, “Because waking beside you is heavenly.”
“Uh huh,” she smiled crookedly. “I’m a bed hog so you can’t really have slept well.”
He kissed her temple, “You’re not a bed hog. Besides this is just a queen-sized bed, so I’m aware of close quarters.”
“Maybe you should stop sleeping over then,” Kylia commented.
“Oh no no no. The only way that’s happening is if you stay at my house,” he claimed.
“Adam, I think maybe we’re playing this too fast,” she uttered.
“What? Why?”
“We’ve only known each other for—”
“Six weeks, two days, and,” he looked over at the clock, “three hours.”
Kylia chuckled nervously, “Really?”
“Yes,” he kissed her temple again.
“Well fine, so we’ve known each other for over a month, we haven’t been together for all that long.”
“So?”
She paused, “The last girl you were with, how long were you together before you had sex?”
He tensed slightly, “We had sex the first night we met.”
Kylia tried to pull away from him with that statement, but Adam held her tight, “We’re not going to have sex, Adam.”
“I know. I don’t want to. I mean, yes, one day I want to get to that point with you. I want to show you how gorgeous you are, how you make me feel. But that day doesn’t have to be today, doesn’t have to be tomorrow. It will happen when we’re both ready, when you’re ready. Sex is something beautiful and enjoyable and I’m going to make sure that it is for you. That means waiting for the right moment, Kylia,” Adam proclaimed. “And this is not it.”
“Adam, I—”
“Relax, Kylia,” his arms loosened around her. “We’re not rushing this. I’d rather have months of you just laying in my arms than a few hours of passionate sex.”
“Hours?”
His eyes snapped to hers, “You’ve never had sex for hours?”
Her cheeks flamed red, “No.”
“Sweetie, if you don’t mind me asking, have you ever orgasmed before?”
“Women aren’t supposed to.”
His fingers reached up and pushed hair out of her face, “Yes, sweetie, you are. And I promise you, when we finally make love, you will cum.”
“Adam, I—”
“You will.”
Heading back to his house later that afternoon, though he’d just be turning around and returning to Kylia’s apartment not much later, Adam replayed their sex conversation in his mind. While he had figured that sex with Jayden hadn’t been good, considering her reaction to anything sexual, he hadn’t thought her world had never been rocked. And it made it ever so clear that he would need to do that. Clearly their first time would need careful planning. Maybe he should stop at the sex store and stock up on all sorts of goodies.
No, not yet. That would be putting the cart before the horse. First he needed to tame his mare.
Entering the house, he was instantly attacked my Frankie, meaning Gene had to be home somewhere, though Adam hadn’t seen his roomie’s car. Patting the dog, he strolled down the hall, glancing in rooms for Gene. Empty room after empty room he passed. Why the hell was the dog inside if Gene wasn’t there?
Pushing his bedroom door open, that being the last unsearched room, Adam’s brows scrunched in worry. But two steps into the room that was quickly replaced with anger as his eyes darted to his bed. Sprawled across the chocolate brown comforter, legs wide open, was the very woman he never wanted to see again.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” he growled.
“Waiting for you, baby,” she breathed, hand leaving her breast to finger herself lightly. “I’m ready for you, baby. See?”
Adam tried to avoid looking at her wet finger, but she held it up between their locked gazes. While his pulse did quicken slightly at the erotic scene, his body had not quickened, had not filled with lust. Anger and hatred overpowered everything else.
“Becky, close your fucking legs and put some clothes on,” he stated, turning away from the bed. “And then get the fuck out of here before I call the cops.”
“But, Aaaaaaaaaaaaadam,” she groaned.
“How did you fucking get into the house anyways?” Adam asked, scooping her clothes off the floor and tossing them to her, before turning away and completely ignoring her while opening his closet.
“I have a key, remember?”
“I’d ask for it back,” he pulled out his lucky plaid shirt. “But I’ll just change the locks instead.”
“Adam, cooooome to me,” she moaned.
Turning sideways, he glanced at the writhing girl on his bed, “Becky, you’ve got two minutes before I stop playing Mr. Nice Guy. Get your fingers out of your pussy, put some fucking clothes on, and get the fuck out of here.”
“But don’t you want me?”
“Uh, no. Probably the fact I came home and you had the gardener’s dick buried in your pussy would be a good reason to not want you,” he argued. “Your time’s up. I’m calling the cops.”
He turned away and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. Without even a thought he dialed the police station, hearing Becky finally scramble out of his bed. However he did not hesitate to request a squad car to be sent over, ignoring the fact she was at least no longer in his bed.
As he slipped the phone back into his pocket, he turned back to face her. Becky stood not a foot from him and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body and mouth against his. His hands quickly pushed her away, causing her to stumble backwards and fall onto the bed again. Becky smiled, thinking he was going to attack her next and spread her legs wide.
“You fucking disgust me,” he spat. “I never should have left the bar with you.”
Stalking out of the bedroom, he headed towards the front of the house, hoping that the police would be there shortly. He did not need to be dealing with this shit on top of everything else. He needed to shower and shave for his date that night and clearly had he even attempted that then, she would take it as some sick invitation. As he reached the door, the doorbell rang. Smiling at the fact the LAPD actually responded quickly, Adam threw the door open and froze.
“Kylia? What are you doing here?”
Rating: R/NC-17 [violence, language, sexual nudity]
Summary: Oh the cuddling. And the dramaz.
He could get used to this. While waking next to a beautiful woman was not foreign to Adam, waking next to Kylia seemed so much more. Maybe it had something to do with the way her lips twitched in a smile as the soft morning light cascaded over her sleeping form. Or maybe it was something bigger, he wasn’t really sure. Whatever the cause, Adam loved waking up next to her and while he did not want to jinx it, he wanted to wake up next to her for all of his days.
“Why are you grinning?” a soft voice interrupted his thoughts.
Without a thought, Adam’s arms encircled her as he snuggled up against her, “Because waking beside you is heavenly.”
“Uh huh,” she smiled crookedly. “I’m a bed hog so you can’t really have slept well.”
He kissed her temple, “You’re not a bed hog. Besides this is just a queen-sized bed, so I’m aware of close quarters.”
“Maybe you should stop sleeping over then,” Kylia commented.
“Oh no no no. The only way that’s happening is if you stay at my house,” he claimed.
“Adam, I think maybe we’re playing this too fast,” she uttered.
“What? Why?”
“We’ve only known each other for—”
“Six weeks, two days, and,” he looked over at the clock, “three hours.”
Kylia chuckled nervously, “Really?”
“Yes,” he kissed her temple again.
“Well fine, so we’ve known each other for over a month, we haven’t been together for all that long.”
“So?”
She paused, “The last girl you were with, how long were you together before you had sex?”
He tensed slightly, “We had sex the first night we met.”
Kylia tried to pull away from him with that statement, but Adam held her tight, “We’re not going to have sex, Adam.”
“I know. I don’t want to. I mean, yes, one day I want to get to that point with you. I want to show you how gorgeous you are, how you make me feel. But that day doesn’t have to be today, doesn’t have to be tomorrow. It will happen when we’re both ready, when you’re ready. Sex is something beautiful and enjoyable and I’m going to make sure that it is for you. That means waiting for the right moment, Kylia,” Adam proclaimed. “And this is not it.”
“Adam, I—”
“Relax, Kylia,” his arms loosened around her. “We’re not rushing this. I’d rather have months of you just laying in my arms than a few hours of passionate sex.”
“Hours?”
His eyes snapped to hers, “You’ve never had sex for hours?”
Her cheeks flamed red, “No.”
“Sweetie, if you don’t mind me asking, have you ever orgasmed before?”
“Women aren’t supposed to.”
His fingers reached up and pushed hair out of her face, “Yes, sweetie, you are. And I promise you, when we finally make love, you will cum.”
“Adam, I—”
“You will.”
Heading back to his house later that afternoon, though he’d just be turning around and returning to Kylia’s apartment not much later, Adam replayed their sex conversation in his mind. While he had figured that sex with Jayden hadn’t been good, considering her reaction to anything sexual, he hadn’t thought her world had never been rocked. And it made it ever so clear that he would need to do that. Clearly their first time would need careful planning. Maybe he should stop at the sex store and stock up on all sorts of goodies.
No, not yet. That would be putting the cart before the horse. First he needed to tame his mare.
Entering the house, he was instantly attacked my Frankie, meaning Gene had to be home somewhere, though Adam hadn’t seen his roomie’s car. Patting the dog, he strolled down the hall, glancing in rooms for Gene. Empty room after empty room he passed. Why the hell was the dog inside if Gene wasn’t there?
Pushing his bedroom door open, that being the last unsearched room, Adam’s brows scrunched in worry. But two steps into the room that was quickly replaced with anger as his eyes darted to his bed. Sprawled across the chocolate brown comforter, legs wide open, was the very woman he never wanted to see again.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” he growled.
“Waiting for you, baby,” she breathed, hand leaving her breast to finger herself lightly. “I’m ready for you, baby. See?”
Adam tried to avoid looking at her wet finger, but she held it up between their locked gazes. While his pulse did quicken slightly at the erotic scene, his body had not quickened, had not filled with lust. Anger and hatred overpowered everything else.
“Becky, close your fucking legs and put some clothes on,” he stated, turning away from the bed. “And then get the fuck out of here before I call the cops.”
“But, Aaaaaaaaaaaaadam,” she groaned.
“How did you fucking get into the house anyways?” Adam asked, scooping her clothes off the floor and tossing them to her, before turning away and completely ignoring her while opening his closet.
“I have a key, remember?”
“I’d ask for it back,” he pulled out his lucky plaid shirt. “But I’ll just change the locks instead.”
“Adam, cooooome to me,” she moaned.
Turning sideways, he glanced at the writhing girl on his bed, “Becky, you’ve got two minutes before I stop playing Mr. Nice Guy. Get your fingers out of your pussy, put some fucking clothes on, and get the fuck out of here.”
“But don’t you want me?”
“Uh, no. Probably the fact I came home and you had the gardener’s dick buried in your pussy would be a good reason to not want you,” he argued. “Your time’s up. I’m calling the cops.”
He turned away and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. Without even a thought he dialed the police station, hearing Becky finally scramble out of his bed. However he did not hesitate to request a squad car to be sent over, ignoring the fact she was at least no longer in his bed.
As he slipped the phone back into his pocket, he turned back to face her. Becky stood not a foot from him and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body and mouth against his. His hands quickly pushed her away, causing her to stumble backwards and fall onto the bed again. Becky smiled, thinking he was going to attack her next and spread her legs wide.
“You fucking disgust me,” he spat. “I never should have left the bar with you.”
Stalking out of the bedroom, he headed towards the front of the house, hoping that the police would be there shortly. He did not need to be dealing with this shit on top of everything else. He needed to shower and shave for his date that night and clearly had he even attempted that then, she would take it as some sick invitation. As he reached the door, the doorbell rang. Smiling at the fact the LAPD actually responded quickly, Adam threw the door open and froze.
“Kylia? What are you doing here?”
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