Hope on the Rocks by Annabeth Albert
Twenty
Quinn
All that and Adam expected me to be able to answer? Not happening. I made a needy noise that should have embarrassed me, but we were so far beyond embarrassed at this point. All I could do was moan again and hope Adam was good at reading my thoughts as always.
But no. He licked me again with his dirty, wicked tongue. “Tell me.”
“Please.” It was all I could manage. My skin was still damp from the shower and every pore was on fire, body heating up with every tease from Adam.
Another lick and a glancing caress of his hand over my straining cook. “You want to come like this? Me rimming and sucking you? Or…”
Or. I wanted it all. I could come from what he was doing with his mouth, almost too easily, but we’d been dancing toward fucking for weeks now. And he was going to make me say it, wasn’t going to push or take. I swallowed hard, gathering enough courage to voice the need inside me.
“I want more. Fingers. Cock. Want you to fuck me. Please.”
“Mmm. Good boy.” Adam’s thumb brushed against my rim again, and I shivered.
“Not dry,” I managed to add because I was still me and nervousness was warring with want. I didn’t do this very often, and a big reason was my tendency to overthink everything to the point of zapping all the fun and spontaneity from fucking.
“I’ve got you, baby. Promise.” Adam laughed even as his hands soothed me with gentle touches. “And I’m not going to use soap or shampoo as lube either. I hid real lube and a condom out here earlier.”
“Oh.” I drank in some extra air. Him planning this was extra sexy, the way he’d set all this up for me and my pleasure. The whole day had been like that, everything from reading on the river bank to dinner to how he washed me so tenderly. “You do come prepared.”
“I take care of you. Told you that.” Reaching up to the low shelf, he retrieved a small bottle and a condom from behind the shampoo. “Also, when I went to the doctor about the headache med, I freshened up my test results. You can trust me, Quinn.”
“I do.” I wanted to say more, try to tell him how much he and his gentle caretaking meant to me, but he was groping my ass again, making it hard to do much more than sigh happily. My nervousness ebbed, retreating even more from his words than his delicious touch. I liked how he seemed to know this was a big deal for me.
“We can stop whenever you need.” He kissed right where my ass met my thigh. “Let me make this good for you.”
“I trust you.” I closed my eyes and let my head fall against my forearms.
“Thank you. Gonna take such good care of you.” With that, he went back to rimming me. The lewd noises and happy rumbles from him were almost as arousing as what his tongue was doing, and when a slick finger joined the fun, I didn’t tense up. Instead, I relaxed into the touch, let him work me open with lips and tongue and blunt fingertip.
“Oh. So good.” In other circumstances, I’d be telling him to hurry up, but here, with the gorgeous pink-and-gold sky above us, there was no such urge to rush or feeling awkward that I was taking so much of his time. Hours seemed to snake out in front of us, and if Adam wanted to give me this, then I was going to let him.
“Such a good boy. That’s it. Take my finger.” He made it good and safe to want all this attention, and all his whispered praise and dirty sounds reassured me. Breathing heavily, I luxuriated in his gentleness and how slowly he transitioned from rimming to fingering me in earnest, stretching me gradually and going deeper on each pass.
“Daddy,” I gasped as his fingers finally, finally pressed fully against my prostate. He knew what he was doing too, rubbing and pressing that spot. I wanted to be good for him, not touch my throbbing cock until he gave permission. However, I couldn’t help rocking my hips, seeking more and more of the delicious contact, needing him deeper, faster, more.
He had two slippery fingers scissoring back and forth as a third teased the edge of my rim. “Need you to take three, baby. Can you do that for Daddy?”
“Yes. Yes,” I chanted, shameless now in how much I needed him. The third finger did burn as my body adjusted to the invasion, him pushing my limits in the best way. Bigger and fuller than my favorite plug, and still, I wanted, needed more. My cock pumped drop after drop of precome. A stroke. Two. That was all I needed, but I didn’t reach for myself.
“Damn. Bet I could make you come like this. No hands. You’re so fucking responsive.”
“Yes. For you. All for you.” My babbling wasn’t making the most sense, but I was past caring. “Need you.”
“You want me to fuck you? Need you to ask. Tell me.”
“Fuck me, Daddy. Please,” I begged. And thank God my broken words pushed him into action as he hauled himself off his knees. The sound of the condom wrapper tearing cut through the quiet night. I was half-tempted to tell him to skip it since he had test results, fulfill the absolute filthiest of my secret fantasies, but the nervous part of my brain was still hanging around enough to keep me quiet.
And this was another way he was taking care of me, keeping me safe. Every action felt like another layer of caretaking, which made me feel that much more cherished. His seemingly endless patience for pampering me was the part of the Daddy dynamic I’d always craved but never thought I’d get.
“Turn,” he ordered.
“Huh?” I was still dazed from how good his fingers had made me feel. I’d expected him to fuck me like this, him behind me, us both standing, but apparently, Daddy had other plans.
“Against the wall. I wanna see you.”
“I’m not light,” I protested even as I spun and let him back me against the building, metal wall slick and cool against my back. Without my glasses, his features were a little blurry, but I could still make out the desire in his eyes.
“I’ve got you. Promise.”
“I trust you.” My belly quivered as he pushed me more snuggly into the wall before boosting me up, giving me little choice but to instinctively wrap my legs around him. Wait. That wasn’t true. I did have a choice, so much it was dizzying. I could stop this with a single word, or I could spur him on. “Please, Daddy. I’m ready.”
“Yeah, you are.” He squeezed my ass, fingers brushing my hole. “Such a good boy, taking my fingers so damn well.”
“Yes.” My body gave an involuntary shudder as he shifted my weight more to one side so he could line up his cock. Simply the pressure of his broad cockhead had me groaning. “Oh. Fuck. You’re so big.”
“You’re damn good for my ego, baby. Breathe,” he ordered. All his muscles were on display as he braced against the wall and pressed in a little at a time. His control and strength made me shudder. I’d never felt smaller or more important at the same time.
He thrust up in shallow movements while also lowering me microscopic amounts at a time. He was huge and overwhelming in every way possible, but it didn’t hurt, and I was desperate to take even more.
“Not that slow. More.” I tried to slam my ass down, but he wouldn’t let me, firm hands controlling every aspect of the fuck.
“Shh. Daddy’s driving, remember?”
My shoulders sagged against the wall as I gave up that last pretext of control, gave myself over to him. “Yes, Daddy.”
I didn’t have a ton of comparison, but his cock felt never-ending as he worked himself in, and my moans got lower and more primal as he filled me until finally, my ass was flush against his groin, his cock fully buried inside me.
“Tell me how you feel,” he demanded. Again with wanting my words. I tried to laugh, but it came out as another moan.
“Full.” My head lolled back, shoulders digging into the wall as I tried to summon some vocabulary for how surrounded by pleasure and comfort I felt. Precarious position and all, yet I’d never felt safer. “Feel you everywhere. Love it.”
“Yeah, that’s right.” Adam’s blue eyes were intense as he started a slow rhythm of thrusts. “Filling you up. Gonna fuck you more now.”
“Please.” Whatever he wanted to give me, I welcomed it, taking every thrust and whimpering with each retreat, falling deeper and deeper into the place where I existed only to be filled by him. My cock was dragging against my stomach, and I snuck a hand into the tight space between us. But I paused before I grabbed myself, the need to please him even greater than my own rising need. “Please?”
“Good boy.” His expression went hot and feral. “Touch yourself now, but don’t come.”
“I…” I was about to say I wouldn’t, but then my hand connected with my cock, and all I could do was moan. The sharp, searing pleasure of my grip combined with Adam’s hard, relentless fucking had me right on the edge. I couldn’t even tense my muscles to stave climax off as clenching around his cock had me even closer. “Need to come, Daddy. Fuck.”
“Not yet.” His voice was as intense and hard as his stare. Adjusting his grip on my ass, he angled me a little differently, way more pressure against my prostate as he pushed in over and over. “You’re taking my cock so good. Like you were made for this.”
“Yes. Yes. For you.” I was back to incoherent babbling, and even simply holding my cock, not stroking it, I was painfully close, closer with each thrust, and all I needed was permission. “Please. Please. Need to come. You too. Please.”
“You want me to come too?” He sounded breathless as our sweaty bodies slapped together in the warm evening air. Above us, the sunset was truly spectacular, but it couldn’t come close to how amazing this was. Adam growled and swore, and seeing him fight for control was the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed. “Ask for it.”
“Please, Daddy. Please. Come with me.” My begging was close to a whine, voice raw and needy. I’d never ever needed something, someone like I needed him right then.
“Gonna go hard,” he warned like I might turn that down. “You gonna take it?”
“Yes. God. Yes. More. All. Everything.” I had another flash of wishing for no condom, wanting to feel his heat and slickness that much more, wanting him to mark me in that way too. The thought alone of doing this bare had my cock pulsing against my palm. He slammed harder into me, hands cushioning me even as he fucked me with long, powerful thrusts that made my body shake, even my skull vibrated, every cell poised now, waiting for that permission.
“Come on, Quinn. Come now,” he commanded, and I made a sound of pure surrender, a volley of come spurting before he even finished the order.
“Daddy,” I moaned helplessly as I came and came, so much come, all over my stomach and his too. It felt like I’d climbed and climbed so high only to discover the slickest, fastest, best slide for the way down. I was as free as I’d ever been, as infused with joy as a body could get. From a distance, I heard him grunt and moan, cock going impossibly harder inside me.
“Fuck. Me too, baby.” His face went slack, a brief moment of vulnerability that made power surge within me. I’d made him come, given him even a small bit of that joyous pleasure still suffusing me. And somehow, he managed to keep us both upright, holding me as we both shuddered and panted. Finally, gently, so gently, he untangled our bodies and set my feet back on the floor.
“Easy now.” He steadied me with his hand when I would have moved away. I was suddenly hyper-aware of how sweaty I was and how sticky my body was with lube and come both. As usual, Adam knew exactly what I needed. “You stay right there. I’ll clean you up.”
His hands were strong and sure as he held me in place and turned the shower back on. Again, he seemed to take intense pleasure in soaping me up, and I had to laugh to release some tension, stop the burning in my sinuses. This was absolutely sweet and perfect, him continuing to take pamper me, even after the fuck.
“Full-service washing twice in a night? Not sure what I did to deserve that.” Even my joke came out shaky, wobbly like my knees and heart both.
“You deserve so much.” He kissed my neck and cheek. “Love it when you let me take care of you like this.”
“I like it too. So much.” I’d wanted and waited and secretly hoped for so, so long that finally getting the sort of Daddy who had only ever lived in my fantasies was more than a little overwhelming. I had no clue what to do with the big, scary feelings in my chest, but also, there was no way I could pull away from the sweetest embrace I’d ever known.
