Adam

About halfway up to Hunter's Point the nausea finally abates. I don't even know why I came up this way. I haven't been back up there in more than eight years. An automatic response, I guess. I always used to go up to Hunter's Point when Dad raged.

The main road's not too crowded, since it's early afternoon on a Monday. But I prefer the other trails, the hidden ones, the ones no one but me knows about. Hell, I spent more time in these woods growing up than I did at home. I was an idiot for coming back at all. It was the biggest mistake I ever made, and that's counting the fuck up of my last mission, and Davy.

My family is what it is. And they'll stay that way whether I'm there to witness it or not. I can't change a fucking thing. I've known this for a long time, don't know how I deluded myself into forgetting. I got the upper hand with Dad today, but he'll be right back to picking on me and everyone else tomorrow. People don’t change, especially not mean assholes like my dad. The guilt would crush them if they tried. But maybe, he'll at least think twice before hitting Mom again now. Fat chance. But I want to believe it.

I park by the side of the road and walk to a clearing, sit down and lean against a tree, just concentrating on the silence, the peace. Everything’s calm like in a dream, or more like this is the landscape for a dream, the blueprint, before it's filled with and ruined by things I wish I could forget.

But those don't come now, because I'm not actually sleeping. I sit there for a long time, for hours, not moving, not thinking, until nothing seems real anymore. I can't even feel my body. Yet Taylor's there too, her presence so real, it's like she's sitting right next to me. She's the only reason the bad is staying at bay.

But how can I place a burden like that on her?

I can’t, and that's why I'm alone in the woods, and not in her arms. It's dark and I should just leave town, get a motel room on the way to wherever.

But then I'll never know what could be, and I think it's worth it to try. I've never been good at letting things go. No sense trying to change that now.

I wake up more with each passing mile on the way to her cabin. By the time I'm standing in front of it, looking at the lit living room window, I'm almost back to my old self, the one I became away from here, before everything turned to shit on that last failed mission.

And if I can have that back for just a little while, I'll take it.

Through the crack in the curtains, I can see her laying on the sofa, watching something on her computer. And I probably shouldn't disturb her, because it's late, and coming here in the middle of the night isn't really a normal thing, but there's no way I'm leaving.

So I jog up to the front door and knock. Then watch her lunge from the sofa right before our eyes lock through the crack in the curtain, a current of something very volatile yet pleasant building between us. And that's all the reason I need to stay.

She takes her time getting the door by first putting on her shoes, and smoothing down her hair, her shirt. But it's an act. I can tell.

"So, you came?" she asks as she opens the door, her cheeks flushed. Like a candy apple.

"I did."

She glances at my backpack then looks up at me questioningly.

"I was heading out of town, but you're here, so if we're gonna try for something, we'll have to do it now," I explain, watch her expression go from shock to a subtle, barely visible smile. She's so innocent, from the shy way she kisses, to the way she stands, all relaxed, totally unaware of what just her curvy silhouette back lit by the living room light is doing to me.

"Obviously, you can also tell me to leave," I add, since maybe she's too innocent, maybe I'll spoil her.

"That's obvious, is it?" she asks, a spark lighting in her eyes.

"Just say the words."

"And you'll go?"

I nod, not breaking eye contact. "But if I stay, then I'm gonna have to see you naked."

She blushes harder and looks to the side, catching her reflection in the glass door. But when her eyes lock on mine again the spark's still there, growing brighter, turning into a fire.

"Stay," she says in a cracked, sultry whisper.

It's enough to make me drop everything I'm holding and pull her to me, press my lips against hers like I wanted to do since I left this morning. Like I've waited to do for my whole life, it seems.

* * *

Taylor

Just the sound of his voice sends tingles all along my spine. And that's without the things he actually says. Sigh, seriously. And the way he kisses. I've never wanted to just melt into another person the way I want to become one with him.

We're on the sofa before I even realize we've moved, and I'm sitting on his lap, his lips hot and wet on mine, his hands stroking my thighs. He's so hard I can feel it though his jeans and mine. I grind against him automatically, involuntarily, because it's the only right thing to do.

He kisses me harder as I do it, his fingers digging into my flesh, his tongue invading my mouth with an urgency I’ve never experienced before.

I still don't know about getting naked in front of him, but I do want to feel his skin against mine.

He breaks away from me and plants a hard, noisy kiss on my neck, almost a bite, sending a jolt straight to my core. He does it again, and I throw my head back, push myself into him, almost losing it right there.

"Want to continue this in the bedroom?" he asks hoarsely, his voice reverberating all through my body.

I get up without a second thought, grab his hand and pull him along the dark hallway to the master bedroom.

He stops just inside the door, flicking on the light.

Panic grips me. Now he'll see all my flaws, all my bumps, and then there's no way he'll stay.

He pulls me closer and grabs my ass with both of his hands, his hard cock jabbing me in the stomach. He's staring so deep into my eyes, I might just get lost.

"What the hell are you thinking?" he asks, smiling down at me.

"That you don't really want to see me naked," I blurt out like the childish person I am. But this gorgeous, fit guy could have any girl he wants, there's no way he'd be settling for me.

His face twists into a disbelieving half frown, half smile, that I'd probably find condescending on any one else. On him it's right. I want him to correct me, to tell me I'm wrong, make me better, I want him in any way, in all ways.

He pulls me closer still, jabbing his cock into my stomach. "Oh, I want to see you naked. Wanna see how much?"

Inwardly I'm screaming, Yes, show me! but a tiny nod is all I manage. He lets me go and takes a step back, groaning a little as he eyes me up and down, grinning at me as his eyes find mine again. On anyone else that look would be lewd. With him it's the only way I want to be looked at.

He drops to his knees in front of me, and I gasp as his fingers brush my stomach while lifting my shirt up. He’s trailing soft kisses along the skin he's revealing. I help him by pulling it over my head as it clears my breasts. Then he stands up in one fluid motion like every single muscle in his body is working in unison. And he's got plenty of muscles, his biceps alone bulge out in about three different directions.

Then he’s kissing the sensitive mounds peeking over my bra. I'm so glad I wore the black lacy one to the store and not the old dirty beige one I usually have on at home. I whine as he bites down on my nipple through the mesh. Such an unsexy sound, but the collision of pleasure and pain was nearly unbearable.

He looks up at me and grins, something wild, dangerous even, in his eyes. But I don't want him to stop, I want him to do more.

He takes my other nipple between his teeth and I arch my back, balling my hand into a fist in his hair. He bites down, stopping right at the edge of pain. My pussy is throbbing so hard I might come just from this.

His hands are sliding down my stomach again. He unbuttons my jeans, yanking them down hard without releasing my nipple. The sound I make then is more animal then human. His hands are gentle as he pulls my jeans off all the way.

He's still wearing all his clothes and I'm standing before him nearly naked, but it's electrifying, and each inch of me his eyes touch lights up.

I slide my hands behind my back, unhook my bra and take it off. For you, I try to let him know with my look.

He's on me in a flash, kissing me and leading me to the bed, his tongue in my mouth insistent, hard, demanding, the floor under my feet disappearing.

Then I'm on my back, the sheets cool against my skin.

He goes straight for my clit, without even removing my panties, and I want to scream. The rough fabric, his soft yet hard tongue is bringing me to the brink of pleasure, and that's all I know.

I forget I'm supposed to be sucking my stomach in as he yanks my panties down hard and plants a wet kiss right on my clit, then continues licking, sucking, biting, until I can't even breathe right anymore, the room swaying around me. I come hard, letting out a long sigh, not even sure I'm actually making a sound.

He lifts up then lies down on the bed beside me. "Did you come?"

His lips are glistening, and I nod, because all I want is for him to kiss me, and then maybe fall asleep for a little bit. He brings his fingers to my lips, tracing them softly, shaking his head. "That wasn't nearly hard enough."

But it was. It was the single most electrifying orgasm I've ever had.

He takes his fingers off my lips and licks them, then runs them down my clit, rubbing up and down, getting them wet. I gasp as he pushes a finger in, not taking his glowing green eyes off mine. He inserts another finger and I whimper, but it's in pleasure not pain. I feel his heartbeat through his fingers, or maybe it's my own, as he twists and turns them. I arch my back, spread my legs wider to make it easier. The dangerous light playing in his eyes heightens as he starts to work his fingers inside me faster, like he's bidding me come closer, hitting just the right spot, over and over, faster and faster. I'm making sounds I never heard myself make before. His face becomes blurry, only his eyes still clear, and colors are light, and light has texture, and I'm thrashing on the bed, coming so hard I might explode.

Afterwards he keeps his fingers inside me, completely still. Once my convulsions stop he eases them out and licks them like it's the sweetest candy. With anyone else I'd be repulsed.

"Like I thought," he says. "Perfect. Want a taste?"

I shake my head and giggle.

"Alright, but next time you'll scream."

"I didn't?" I ask, totally sure I must have.

"Not even close," he says and grins at me.

And if this intro is anything to go by, I just might.

I reach out and pull is head down for a kiss, tasting myself, but him more. He lets me take the lead this time, and I explore his mouth, his teeth, the world around us so soft, I might already be asleep.

I want him on me, inside me, more than I ever wanted any guy. More than I thought I could want. But it will have to wait. If I come again now, I'll probably break.

* * *

I wake up with a jerk. The light's still on, and it's pitch black outside. Adam's standing by the window, looking out, and still fully dressed like he's about to walk out. My heart clenches at the thought.

"I didn't mean to just fall asleep," I blurt out. No, I meant to watch him undress, make him come as hard as I did.

He turns to me and grins, the light in his eyes not quite as dangerous as before, but not tame either. That look alone makes me shiver, makes me want to get naked for him all over again.

"We've got plenty of time," he says. "You only slept for like half an hour."

"Come back to bed," I say and he grins at me, undoing his belt buckle.

My eyes widen as he pulls down his jeans, folding them neatly before tossing them over the chair by the window. "Are you scared?"

He grins as he says it, but I know he's asking me for real. So I shake my head and smile as seductively as I know how, then slide off the bed, closing the distance between us.

His eyes are glowing green, fed by some internal light. I slide my hands down his sides as I kneel in front of him, hooking my fingers behind the elastic of his boxers. His hard cock bounces up as I set it free, and then I do get a little scared. It's almost twice as long as Henry's and so wide it might not fit in my mouth. But I plan on trying.

He grabs the back of my head as I stick my tongue out and lick it, tasting the salty precum. The soft pulses of the thick vein running down it transfer into me, until my heartbeat matches his. Beating fast and steady, accelerating.

I take hold of the base and wrap my lips around the head, bobbing down. It fits, but just barely. Yet I must be doing it right because his hand is balled up in my hair now.

He bucks his hips forward, driving more of his cock down my throat, his hand holding my head steady. I'm not sure how much more of it I can take.

My pussy is throbbing again, aching to be touched, so I rub my clit as he works his cock in and out of my mouth. Both his hands are on the back of my head, holding me steady while he pumps his cock into my throat, demanding entrance.

I could come from this alone. His cock is hitting the back of my throat, making me gag, and I love it. I want it harder, faster, deeper.

He slows abruptly his hands releasing my head.

"I'm sorry," he whispers and I look up at him with his cock still deep in my throat. His tremor courses right through me, melting in my white hot desire.

I pull off, his cock exiting my mouth with a slurp. "Why?"

"You just go at your own pace," he says, his eyes soft now, kind.

"This is how I want it," I say and wink at him. "And I want you to come in my mouth."

His eyes turn dangerous again in an instant. This time I think mine might be too. I can't believe I said that. But I want him to use me, in any way he wants to. I want to be his. And I know I'll love it.

I slide my lips back over his cock, and he wastes no time pushing it in. Then he starts fucking my mouth with long hard stabs, holding me in place by my hair.

I steady myself by grabbing his hips with my left hand, using the right to rub my clit fast and hard. I come again as he grunts, his hot seed spilling down my throat, his cock lodged deep, his whole body shaking.

I'm shaking too as he lifts me up by my arms, kisses me long and deep. Henry would never kiss me after I went down on him, even when he didn't come in my mouth. This guy is special and I'm special because he's with me.

"Thanks," he whispers.

"For what?"

"You know, letting me stay," he says and grins, his eyes soft and kind again, and I know he's thanking me for other things, baser things, things that need no saying.

He wraps his arms around me as we lay down, soft and comforting, yet hard and strong. I rest my head on his chest, close my eyes and listen to his heartbeat slow, let it lull me to sleep.