Chapter 2 Wet Dreams

ADAM'S Desires

I hadn’t slept much.

That was because every single time I shut my eyes all I saw was her face.

There were those wide innocent eyes staring down at me with a deep need.

There was the way her lips parted when she was looking hopefully at me.

It was like she was begging me to take all of her, possessing her without words.

The image had burned itself in my mind and left me with insanely twisted dreams.

And I dreamt of her until I woke up with my cock hard and throbbing.

The sheets had been tangled around me as if I had been fighting myself in my sleep.

Agnes.

She was only twenty one years old, too young and too sweet for me.

She was too tangled up in my past for this thing between us to ever be right.

And still, the power that she had over me was surprisingly insane.

But my body didn’t care about what was right because it only wanted her.

I dragged myself out of bed.

I went to the ensuite bathroom where I splashed cold water onto my face.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror as I tried to steady the pounding inside me.

The sound of my alarm ringing jolted me out of my train of thoughts.

It was already morning.

I needed to get ready for work.

I came into the kitchen when I was ready for work and she was already there.

She was moving around like she owned the place while making me breakfast.

The shorts she wore were too short and the shirt on her was also too thin.

Her hair was left loose and wild like she just rolled out of my bed instead of hers.

Something tightened delightfully at the bottom of my stomach.

I looked away quickly before I would get a hard on that I couldn't deal with.

She turned around then.

“Morning,” she called out to me in that her light and almost playful voice.

I grunted something back.

I tried and was failing to keep my eyes off her long and endless legs.

She was testing me and I knew it.

She brushed past me on purpose with her thick hips grazing against mine.

Then she even bent over the table a little too far when she set the plates down.

Every nerve in my body was instantly active at the sight she bared before me.

I gripped the edge of the kitchen counter until my knuckles nearly turned pink.

What was she doing?

She turned to me and gave me that look with her wide and innocent eyes.

But I saw her mouth curving as if she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

“Did you sleep well?” she asked softly.

I forced myself to take a sip of the coffee she had kept instead of answering.

My hand trembled around the mug and heat burned through my skin.

I took a seat at the breakfast table and she did too, bending a little.

I could see the silhouette of her round boobs and the cleavage from her.

The view was arousing.

The blood in me rushed downwards until my cock was filling with the liquid.

I groaned as if strained against the seam of my trousers, begging for relief.

She continued to speak to me but I heard nothing of what she was saying.

All I could think about was reaching out and bending her right over the table.

Then I would sink my fat dick into her tight body until she was screaming my name.

“Stop,” I muttered.

My tone was harsher than I meant.

She tilted her head.

“Stop what?”

She was frustrating me.

“You don’t know what you are playing with, Agnes,” I told her in a rough voice.

Her face fell, just a little.

But she was quick to compose herself and look at me with something sharper.

She set her fork down with a clatter. “Fine. Don’t talk to me at all then.”

“Agnes—” I began.

“No.”

She stood up fast with the chair behind her craping against the floor.

“I don’t want breakfast anymore.”

She spun toward the door with her bare feet stomping against the tiles.

I cursed under my breath.

I pushed myself up from the chair just as she slipped on the rug near the door.

She screamed as she fell.

I was there before she hit the floor.

My hands instantly wrapped itself around her waist, pulling her against me.

Her body slammed into mine.

It was soft and yet hot.

Her breasts crushed against my chest as her breath rushed out in a startled gasp.

For one endless second, we didn’t move.

My face was buried in her hair.

Her scent hit me.

She smelt of rose shampoo and something warmer, feminine and intoxicating.

My hands tightened around her waist and my cock grew hard and angry.

She tilted her face up.

Her eyes were wide.

Her lips were parted.

She was pleading with them.

And I lost the battle.

I lowered my head and my mouth crashed down on hers, hungry and desperate.

She moaned softly as her arms wrapped around my neck while I devoured her.

My tongue slid against hers, tasting and claiming her until I was gone.

I lifted her onto the table without thinking and pushed between her thighs.

My hands were everywhere—gripping her hips, sliding under her shirt.

I felt the skin of her stomach and the huge swell of her soft breast.

She arched slightly against me, trembling and whispering my name like a plea.

My fingers found the waistband of her shorts and simply slid inside.

She was already so wet.

Her core was hot and slick, her body slowly opening to me under my touch.

I groaned as I began to push two fingers in her, feeling her tighten around me.

She gasped.

She clutched my shoulders, spreading her legs wider for me as I moved in her.

“Adam,” she whispered against my ear, her breath shaking. “Please… fuck me.”

Those words...

That was what shattered me.

My hard cock begged for release, throbbing rather painfully against my pants.

I could take her right here.

I could bend her over the table, slip into her and finally end this torment.

But the sound of that word, "please" had cut through the haze that stole me.

I stood there frozen.

My body was trembling with the restraint that I didn’t know I had left.

No.

Not like this.

Not when she was so young, so trusting and I was supposed to be protecting her.

I ripped myself away with a string of curses in my lips and my chest heaving.

She looked up at me with lips swollen from the kiss and eyes glazed with desire.

I knew she had felt it.

The hard length pressed against her thigh was the proof of what I wanted.

Her.

She looked shocked but not afraid.

She was excited for it and that was enough to terrify me more than anything.

I stepped away from her so fast that I nearly knocked the chair behind me over.

“This can’t happen,” I growled.

Her eyes widened.

Her lips trembled.

“But—”

“No!” I snapped at her with the word sharp enough to cause her to flinch.

My hands were shaking as I angrily dragged them through my hair.

If I stayed here another second, I would bend her over and take her.

So I stormed out, leaving her sitting there on the table with her legs still spread.

And I knew that her body was still aching for what I wouldn’t give to her.

The whole day was a blur. Rushing to the office, returning back home with only one thing on my mind.

I tried to sleep that night.

But every single time I closed my eyes I would see her yet again.

I recalled the taste of what her soft lips were like against my wet hungry tongue.

My fingers still smelled like her.

So, I just lay there in the dark with one arm flung over my eyes in frustration.

I was fighting and battling with the insane throbbing ache between my legs.

I must have drifted half-asleep, because the sound of my door opening made me jolt.

I sat up, blinking into the dark.

Agnes was standing in the doorway with her hair loose around her shoulders.

Her night shirt was also hanging low on her chest to reveal her ample cleavage.

“Agnes,” I called out.

My voice came out low and held a glaring warning that she didn't heed.

She walked across the bedroom to me with her bare feet silent on the carpet.

I watched with a slack jaw as she climbed onto the bed before I could stop her.

She knelt beside me with a smile as her bright eyes locked onto mine.

“I can’t wait anymore,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “I want you.”

My whole body went rigid and every part of me was screaming at me to grab her.

It yelled for me to flip her onto her back and give her exactly what she begged for.

But another part of me told me this was the moment that would change everything.

It was the part that still clung to reason as her lips hovered an inch from mine.

She had her hand on my chest with her entire body warm against me.

I was trembling as the choice she had given me hung heavily in the charged air.

Do I throw her out?

Or do I finally give in?