Five Minute Man: A Contemporary Love Story (11 page)

“Yes!” she scream-moaned, grabbing the hair at the base of his skull and tugging hard. This was exactly what she needed. Him. Pounding into her as if he would die if he didn’t. Assuming total control over his pleasure and hers. “Come for me, Holly,” he commanded sharply, grinding his hips, pushing deeper, demanding more. “Come all over my cock, baby.”

His raw words undid her. Seconds later, her entire body clenched, a silent scream ripping from her throat.

“Fuck!” he roared, as her channel bore down hard around him in complete bliss. He was no longer pumping, but pushing hard into and against her as if he couldn’t get deep enough. Along with the intense climax ripping through her body, she felt the rush of hot liquid heat as he exploded inside of her.

Then they were moving again. Adam’s arms were still around her, tight bands that kept her from floating away in thousands of little pieces. He dropped down onto the sofa, pulling her with him.

“Jesus, Holly,” he moaned, encasing her in his arms, holding her tight.

She moaned against his neck, her body still shuddering with aftershocks.

“Five minutes...” she breathed before giving in to the darkness.

A
dam woke up and looked at the clock. Six am. Any other Friday and he’d be up, showered and eating breakfast by now, checking out the day’s schedule and making sure everyone was where they were supposed to be. The guys he worked with were good – Adam only used the best – but it paid to be on top of things.

He wasn’t the one on top now, though. A lush feminine body draped over him, legs and arms curled possessively around his own. Her face was buried in his neck, lips parted just enough in exhausted slumber that he could feel the hot, rhythmic puff of breath against his pulse. She was very warm, his own personal electric blanket. He chuckled, thinking that come winter, they’d be saving a lot on heating bills.

The slight movement had Holly stirring. Without moving anything else, her hand skimmed down his body and cupped as much of his package as she could.

“You’re taking the day off,” she grumbled against his skin. Her little growl was every bit as possessive as her hand, making his chest swell with something he had so recently doubted he would ever feel.

He wasn’t going anywhere. Not until he had imprinted himself on every inch of her, inside and out, and she knew with absolute certainty that she was his. He’d made significant progress last night. After their first time in her living room, they’d moved to the bedroom and continued at a more leisurely – but no less desperate – pace.

Five, he decided, was his new lucky number. A five minute orgasm. Making her come five times in as many hours.

Yeah. Five was fucking awesome.

“I have a job,” he said, teasing her.

Holly lifted her head enough to lick along his jawline. “Yes, you do.”

In her capable hand, his cock twitched and swelled. God, she had an incredible morning voice, husky and low and twisting his insides into a tangle of hot, instant need. He closed his eyes and let it wash over him, relishing every second. It wasn’t just that Holly was the hottest fucking woman he’d ever been with. Nor that sex with her was better than any he’d ever had.

It was how he felt
now
, the morning after, that really did it for him. The certain knowledge that he wanted to wake up like this every morning for the rest of his life. And the fact that such knowledge filled him with a profound sense of peace instead of scaring the shit out of him.

As he pondered such things, Holly began to move. She brushed her lips over his, then back down along his jaw, making soft little sounds of pleasure as she did, as if she was getting as much out of this as he was. His arms lazily kneaded her back, her perfect ass encouragingly. He lost himself in the sensation of her intoxicating kisses, her warm soft weight, the feel of her filling his large palms.

It wasn’t until his hands gripped nothing but hair that he realized her intent. Then all the hazy warm and fuzzies cleared instantly, and a sharp and sudden bolt of lust scored the length of his body. Fisting her cherry-cola curls, he raised his head to see her wedging between his thighs.

She didn’t bother to look back at him. Holly’s attention was fully focused on what was right in front of her face. One finger traced the length of him, base to tip, and his hips jerked.

From one fucking finger.

That one finger was joined by others until her skillful little hand closed around him and they all began stroking together. The other hand was similarly employed, cupping his balls, tugging lightly, rolling all at the same time – Christ, where did she learn
that
?

Then her tongue peeked out from those soft pink lips and she licked at the precum beading along the top of his head. She must have liked it, because she made an appreciative noise and seconds later the first few inches of his cock disappeared into her mouth. In a flurry of sensation that threatened to literally blow his mind, the heat of her mouth, the stroke of her tongue, and the light, erotic rasp of her teeth conspired against him.

After several agonizing seconds, she just... stopped. Why had she stopped? He opened his eyes and looked down to find her looking back at him, her green eyes filled with lust and something very primal and possessive. “Mine,” she growled. “I can taste myself on you, Adam. You’re mine.”

Jesus Christ, yes.
His inner caveman tossed aside his club and kneeled before her in absolute submission.

She renewed her efforts with great enthusiasm, laying every bit of a claim on him as he had on her. He could have fought it, but why would he? She was right. He was hers. And if she felt the need to prove it to him so thoroughly, who was he to deny her?

She owned him. Owned his cock, his heart, and in that moment, his soul.

***

H
ours later, after three meals, two showers, and several more orgasms, Adam woke up again, but alone this time. The room was dark; a brief look toward the window confirmed that it was well past sunset.

Adam rose, feeling both sated and needy. Physically, he was more than satisfied – Holly had seen to that. But there was another part of him now that would never be fully satisfied – that part that needed to see her, to know that she was near and safe, to look into her eyes and feel that incredible rush of connection that made him think crazy, permanent things.

He found her in the kitchen, sitting at the table with her laptop in front of her, the glow from the screen reflected in her eyes, Max curled up at her feet. She looked adorable sitting there, with her tousled curls and unmistakable just-fucked looked, fingers flying across the keyboard so quickly they looked blurry from where he stood.

He leaned against the doorframe, content to just watch her for a little while. A strange feeling came over him in those moments – like déjà vu, but just the opposite. Instead of feeling like he’d experienced this before, he knew he was seeing his future. That there would be hundreds, if not thousands, of nights he would wake up and find her here, just like this.

She paused long enough to take a sip from the mug beside her, and that’s when she spotted him. Her features softened, her eyes sparkled, and her lips curved into a smile that made his heart stop altogether. “Hi,” she said softly.

“Hi,” he replied. “Writing?”

“Yeah,” she confessed. The creeping rosy blush across her cheeks gave him a pretty good idea of what she was writing about, too. “I wanted to get a few ideas down while they were still fresh in my mind.”

Ideas that he had inspired. Oh yeah, he was all about the inspiration. He pushed off from the frame. “Yeah? Like what?”

She watched him stalk across the kitchen, her eyes like brands as they scanned down his chest, his hips, his legs, and back up again. He loved it, loved the fierce gleam in her eye, the sense of being wanted like that by her.

“Feelings, mostly. Sensations. Stuff like that.”

“Hmmm,” he hummed. “You put that into your books, huh?”

“Oh, yeah,” she said, her voice slightly breathier than it had been only a minute earlier. He loved that he had this kind of effect on her. “That’s what really makes a story, separates the good writers from the great ones. Readers can tell the difference.”

He stopped beside her, close enough that he could feel the heat radiating from her skin. “Is that so?”

She licked her bottom lip. Sitting as she was, her mouth was right in line with his hips. There was no mistaking the large bulge beneath the faded denim. She closed her eyes, remembering what he’d looked like naked. The satiny steel feel of him in her hands, between her thighs, in her mouth.

“Yeah. Well, that and lots of research.”

“Research.” His eyes twinkled with amusement and something else. Something dark and hungry and possessive that had tendrils of heat licking up from her center. Again.

She swallowed. “Yeah.”

“Anything in particular?” he asked, dropping smoothly to his knees and turning her chair to face him. His big hands landed on bare skin just above her knees, causing her to inhale sharply.

***

“U
m...” She didn’t say it. She couldn’t. It was one thing to write about it, to imagine it, to dream of it, but to ask for it? With Adam, Holly had been bolder than she’d ever been, but not even she could bring herself to speak of...
that
.

Thankfully, Adam seemed to understand. That part of her that had so brazenly claimed him earlier was nowhere to be found; she was probably taking a well-deserved rest while leaving her sweet, docile alter ego in charge. No doubt if he had insisted that she vocalize that particular fantasy as a requisite for giving it to her, she probably would have gone to her deathbed without knowing.

Thankfully, Adam seemed to understand. His hands flexed and pressed, opening her legs, wedging his big body between them. “Relax,” he whispered, massaging her thighs when they tensed.

Easy for him to say
, she thought, barely containing the hysterical giggle trying to erupt. No man had ever done
that
before. She read about it plenty, even wrote about it herself, but that was romantic
fiction
. It was called that for a reason.

She was just about to tell him to stop when he placed a kiss on the inside of her thigh. She’d never realized just how sensitive her skin was there; she could feel everything – the silky caress of his hair, the heat of his breath, his soft lips in contrast to prickly stubble along his jaw. Without conscious thought, she tangled her fingers into his hair and slid her behind to the front of the chair. Her mind might be a little freaked out, but her body was totally on board with where he was going.

Adam thumbed her instep (who knew
that
was an erogenous zone?) and guided her foot to his shoulder. Then did the same with her other leg. She tilted her head back and watched him through heavy-lidded eyes. How absolutely male he looked there, his rugged, stubbled features framed by her just-shaved, baby smooth thighs.

Her logical, rational self made one final rally before her inner harlot awoke and took over completely. “Adam,” she breathed. “You don’t have to –
unnghhh
....“

The words broke off with a strangled gurgle as Adam surged forward, licking along her slick folds. Her head flew back, and all she could think of was how glad she was in that moment that she hadn’t bothered to put on panties, because it would have delayed
this
for several interminable seconds.

“Mmmmm. You taste so fucking good, baby. Sweet and rich and perfect.” The man was a hummer, and it was amazing. The vibrations skittered across bundles of lovingly abused nerves, more pleasing than Vinnie had ever been. And Vinnie never talked to her, either. She would never again underestimate the power of sexy, dirty dialogue while doing sexy, dirty deeds again.

God, the man had some serious skills. He licked, he flicked, he suckled. He fucked her with his tongue. And just when she thought she couldn’t possibly stand another freaking second, he thrust his long, skilled fingers deep inside, curling and applying pressure right
there
as he sucked hard on her clit, making her body explode into thousands of tiny little pieces of light.

“Goddamn that was hot, baby.” Holly heard his voice, but didn’t have the strength to open her eyes just yet. It was enough to be held in his arms as he gently rocked her back down to earth. No, not rocking. Walking. She smiled, or at least thought she did. Humming as she was from that last incredible orgasm, she wasn’t quite sure she had complete control over any muscles whatsoever.

“I need to be inside you. Now.”

That
penetrated the haze. Impossibly, her still tingling sex went from satisfied to needy at the husky rasp of his voice. After a brief moment of weightlessness, she felt the bed beneath her. Then Adam was above her, hot and hard and naked, sliding deep. They both let out a moan at the same time. Holly arched and tilted her hips, still reeling from that last orgasm as he pushed further. Like the very first time, there was no hesitation, no gentle possession. Just raw, blinding need.

He pumped inside her, flesh slapping flesh as he drove himself deep, only to withdraw and do it again and again. Her climax came fast and hard, shattering her into millions of pieces all over again. Only this time, the delicious spreading warmth deep in her core told her that he had joined her.

She must have zoned out there for a few minutes, because the next thing she knew, Adam was chuckling.

“What’s so funny?” she asked dreamily. Maybe if she hadn’t been fucked repeatedly into a sense of complete and total lassitude, she might have felt a bit offended or at least a little self-conscious, but as it was, she just didn’t have the strength.

“I was just thinking how lucky I am,” he said. “I don’t think helping you with your research would be nearly as much fun if you were still an analyst.”

She managed a tired but happy grin. “Bits and bytes don’t turn you on?”

“Your bits and bytes do. There are several bits I’d like to bite right now, as a matter of fact,” he growled, lowering his head to nip at her breast.