Hope on the Rocks by Annabeth Albert

Sixteen

Quinn

“Morning.” Adam snuffling along the back of my neck woke me up. As far as alarms went, the brush of his beard was a pretty awesome one. Surprisingly, yet again, I’d slept way more consecutive hours in Adam’s bed than I would have in my own.

“You sound more human.” I rolled slightly so I could see his face. My vision was blurry, but his usual coloring was back. His eyes were bright, not glassy with pain as they’d been all last night.

“I am. Little bit of the headache hangover that I always get, but I’ll take that over a three-day headache. And I’m awake.” He bumped his hips into my ass. Sometime in the night, we’d both lost our pants and shirts and were now in boxer briefs. The thin fabric was doing nothing to conceal Adam’s obvious arousal.

“Parts of you seem more awake than others.” I reached down to the floor to rescue my glasses from where I’d stashed them under my side of the bed. If this was going to get good, I wanted to be able to see better.

“Mmm. You noticed.” He kissed my neck.

I snorted at how pleased with himself he sounded. “Kind of hard not to. Do you have time to fool around? I’m off, but I don’t want to make you late.”

Now that he was feeling better, I liked the novelty of morning sex, but I didn’t want to distract him from getting to work if that was what he needed more. Him feeling better was what mattered most.

“I messaged Mason last night. He knows about my headaches. Told him I’d try to make it in by lunch. We’re fine, and right now, I don’t wanna think about work.”

“Well, in that case…” I stretched, loving his answering groan. Shameless, I wriggled out of my boxers, leaving him to chuckle as he did the same. Rolling onto his back, he managed to arrange things so I was half on top of him. I took advantage of the change in position to fully straddle him, smiling down at him.

“That’s better.” He pulled me more snuggly against him. Having his big, powerful body underneath me exaggerated our size differences and made me feel giddy, like I was getting some kind of reward.

I stroked all over his muscular arms and broad chest, running my fingers through his chest hair before finding his nipples to tease. They really were the sexiest things, wide and dark with distinct tips like something out of a sexy bear photo blog. I’d give him a caption like “suckable ginger Daddy,” but right then, I was greedily grateful I was the only one feasting my eyeballs on him and his sexy nipples.

I thrummed them both lightly with my thumbs before I gave in to the urge to lick one, dipping my head as I scooted backward. I hissed as my cock rode against his fuzzy thigh.

“So good, baby.” His own cock pushed against my belly as I licked and sucked. He was rather indulgent of my oral fixation and was deliciously responsive to boot, groaning and arching toward me each time I ramped up my attentions. He ran a hand through my hair, adding to the feeling of being pampered. Being allowed to play as much as I wanted made me wiggle against him more purposefully. “Fuck, that feels amazing. Love you rubbing on me.”

“You’re even better than my pillow.” Loving the praise, I adjusted my movements to ensure more friction against his cock, earning another of his low moans.

“Yeah, well, I have plans for that pillow. And you.” Giving me a heated look, he dropped his hand from my head to stretch for my back and ass.

“Now?” While I definitely wanted to go there with Adam, there was a level of prep I preferred for that sort of thing, and I wasn’t sure how spontaneous I could be.

“No, not right now.” Adam must have picked up on my reservations because his touch went from groping to more soothing, and he kissed the top of my head. “But soon. You’re such a good boy.”

A happy noise escaped my throat before I licked his chest again. “Do I make Daddy feel good?”

“So good.” Guiding my face to his, he kissed me softly on the mouth. “Here, let me try something…”

He urged me back up, so our pelvises were more aligned, then worked his big hand between us to grip both our cocks together.

“Oh.” I gazed down, thrill rushing through me. He was bigger this way too, and sliding against his thick shaft was almost unbearably sexy. “We look so sexy together.”

“Yeah, we do.” He joined me in watching his fist for a few strokes, our harsh breathing in sync with his motions.

“Daddy,” I moaned, both way too close and not close enough.

His other hand tightened on my hip. “Don’t come yet, naughty boy.”

“But I want to.” I made a needy whine that simply made him chuckle.

“Wait for Daddy.”

“Okay.” Grinning slyly, I returned to fiddling with his nipples, determined to get him there faster.

“Naughty boy.” He lightly swatted my ass. “Fuck my fist. Love you moving against me.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Groaning low, I complied. No way was I lasting through much more of his dirty talk, not to mention how big and solid he felt under me. “Fuck.”

“Such a dirty mouth.” Head tipped back and eyes half-lidded, he looked like a Celtic king taking the pleasure that was his due.

“You should talk.” My retort died on another moan when he smacked my butt a little harder.

“You remember who’s in charge.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Wriggling, I made a show of being extra contrite.

Letting go of our cocks, he lifted his hand to his mouth, licked it. “Lube would be better, but this works.”

I groaned at the lewd picture he made before he returned his slick grip to our cocks. “Feels good. A little dirty, but good.”

“Dirty is good. I’ve got a shower. And you know I love you all messy.”

“Yes.” I moved faster now, the slickness making it that much easier to slide against his big cock. “I want to make you messy too.”

“Mmm. Not yet, baby.” His grip tightened, making it even harder for me to hold back.

“Please.” I rutted into his fist, moaning and whimpering.

“God, I love it when you beg. Those noises of yours get me even closer than your sexy wiggling.”

“Please, Daddy. Please let me come.”

Stretching, he moved so his chest was more at a kissing level for me. “Can you suck me while you fuck my fist?”

“Yes. Oh yes. Thank you.” I bent my head and gave in to the bliss of licking and teasing him while still rocking into his tight grip.

“Mmm. That’s my good boy. Little harder.”

Much more of this and I was going to come, regardless of permission. “Please. Now. Please, Daddy.”

“Yeah, that’s it. Come for Daddy.” He barely got the encouragement out before I was coming, sucking hard on his nipple, moving fast against him, and letting wave after wave of pleasure swamp me.

“So messy, baby,” Adam praised, continuing to stroke us both, faster now, making me shudder and shake through the last of my orgasm. “Gonna get Daddy off now. You feel so good.”

“Yes. Please. Come for me, Daddy.” I switched to his other nipple, trying to tip him over the edge.

“Yeah, yeah. Fuck.” Adam erupted all over his fist. “Damn. Such a good boy.”

Watching his big body tremble was almost as good as my own climax, and I groaned right along with him.

“I’m not sure how the rest of my day is supposed to compete with that.” I collapsed down onto him, sighing happily as he tucked me against his side.

“Hell, I’m not sure the rest of my life is gonna live up to how good sex with you is.” Voice light and sleepy, he kissed the top of my head. He was joking, of course. But sharp want raced through me, nonetheless. Topping what I’d found with Adam was going to be a very tall order indeed.