Roommates Part 6 || Adam Sackler
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Details: And they were ROOMMATES! (Oh my god. They were roommates trope).
It’s time to accept that things are changing in this relationship between you and Adam. Try as you may to avoid the inevitable, you can’t fight the feelings you have for your roommate anymore. It’s time to embrace the craziness of whatever happens next. Fortunately, Adam always has this unexplainable ability to provide you comfort in the midst of chaos. [CW: blowjob?! face-sitting!? YES!YES!YES!]
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Adam opens the door, but you make it all of two steps into the apartment before he grabs hold of your wrist. He spins you back towards him with a tug, catching your hips as your body falls into his. He uses your added weight and momentum to shut the door with his back. You land palms first against his chest and laugh,
“Adam!”
Adam responds with a smiley kiss. Though he’s kissed you at least half a dozen times just on the walk home from the restaurant, it has already been too long since the last one. His hands glide down your back and tuck under your ass.
When he pulls upward, you hum affectionately but miss his cue to jump up onto him. He grumbles impatiently before scooping you up and wrapping your legs around his waist himself. You gasp in surprise, your hands shooting up to hold the back of his neck for support. Adam soothes you by deepening the kiss with his tongue, and you swoon with a sigh.
Adam is so suave all of a sudden. Without even once breaking the kiss, he blindly carries you over to the couch, delicately lays you down flat across the cushions and crawls over top of you.
He moves to continue pressing playful little kisses along your jaw. You turn your head to catch your breath, your shallow gasps and sighs just begging for Adam to take the opportunity to latch onto your neck.
The breathy whimper that escapes you is unlike anything he has heard from you before, just as heavenly as it is sinful. The sound echoes throughout the apartment like an angelic choir, all while coaxing his inner demon to devour you entirely.
So, he travels a bit lower down your neck, right where it meets your shoulder with a curve, and tries again. The moment his teeth bite into your skin for the second time, you recreate the beautiful sound for him.
“God, you're so fucking hot," Adam rasps, pulling up to brush his lips against the sensitive flesh right beneath your ear. It takes a moment for his words to register, but once they do-
"What the hell?" You laugh, accidentally sounding a bit abrasive.
"What?" Adam nervously chuckles, perplexed by your reaction. He tries to kiss you again, but you whip your face the other way to dodge it. His lips catch your cheek instead of your mouth, and that makes him growl inwardly with annoyance.
"Why would you say that?" You giggle, dropping your hands from his hair to his shoulders.
You try pushing him back to create distance between your faces, but Adam refuses to budge. Instead, he leans in even closer, nuzzling his nose under your chin and mumbling against your throat,
"What- you mean calling you hot?"
"Stop it, you weirdo!" You cover your eyes, suddenly embarrassed by Adam's praise and intimacy.
"Cut that shit out, and look at me!" Adam’s patience diminishes exponentially with you bashfully avoiding his kisses and hiding from him.
He deftly grabs both your wrists in one hand then pins them up above your head. He secures his free hand around your neck to keep you still so that he can finally kiss you again. Your eyes roll back and shut when Adam fervently reunites your lips. When your tongues start to wrestle, your back unintentionally arches off the couch, narrowing the space between your bodies to nothing.
Once you’ve stopped squirming, Adam releases your wrists to slip his hand under your back. He keeps a flat palm for support as he swiftly moves your body into a new position. After some readjustment to sit upright on the couch, now he has you straddling his lap.
So distracted by Adam’s skillful lips, you are temporarily blissfully unaware of the obvious. But then, you feel it- the large, hard mound right between your thighs pushing up into your oh-so-sensitive center.
You flinch- hard. And you accidentally bite Adam's lip in the process.
"Fuck," Adam winces, bringing two fingers to his mouth to check for blood. Fortunately, there isn't any. "Jesus kid, you bit the hell outta me."
"Are you serious?!" You shriek, panicked. Adam shrugs coolly, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip to smooth the sting,
"Yeah. It's okay- kinda hot even."
"No!" You roughly grab Adam's face and squish his cheeks together to shut him up, "I mean- do you seriously have a fucking hard-on right now?"
Adam's eyebrows are tightly scrunched in confusion while he frantically searches your eyes for the answer you want from him. He makes a very hesitant guess- his words warbled through puckered lips, "Uh, no?"
"Oh yeah,” You bring your hand straight to the stiff bulge between his legs, “Then what's this?"
His body instinctively tenses and folds forward, "Hey, woah! Easy with that! Easy, easy, easy!"
"Fucking hell, Adam. You pervert," You scoff incredulously, letting go of him then leaning back.
"Don't sound so surprised." Adam chuckles, grabbing your hand and bringing it back where it was. He flexes his stomach to push his growing erection into your hand, "You already knew that."
You feel him throb against your palm and your heart thumping in your chest. Adam is shameless at this point, yet somehow you aren't repulsed. Not even a little bit. If anything, his desperation is just dire enough to excite you.
He swallows thickly before attempting to address you as calmly as possible. But his voice still shakes as he forces himself to speak without a growl,
"So, don't you dare stop- not now."
Adam's undereye throbs as he tries to maintain some restraint with you. You gulp, using all your strength not to look away from his powerful, beautiful gaze. You challenge yourself to keep eye-lock through your lashes as you tentatively nod.
Adam clenches his jaw tight, swallowing thick as he watches your eyes eventually drop to the waistband of his sweatpants. He anxiously chews on his lip, hoping his pounding heart will stop trying to jump out of his throat as your fingers slip under the thick grey material.
You curl two fingers into the hem of his boxer briefs and then freeze. Even though you are still, you can feel yourself vibrate. You realize that it's because Adam's legs are shaking, and you wonder if it's because he's nervous. Or maybe, it’s taking every muscle in his body to keep himself from reclaiming some dominance in this situation. You carry on.
He lifts his ass off the couch to help you free him of his clothing restraints. Adam chokes on an inhale at the feeling of his hot, wet dick finally exposed to the chilly apartment. He rests his head back against the couch then releases a long, shaky breath as you give his length an experimental squeeze.
It has been a while since you last saw Adam's dick- when you had merely watched as he masturbated with you in the room. Thick and long- it was impressive then, but feeling him so hot and so hard in your grasp now is a whole new and enticing experience.
"You're acting as if you've never seen it before," Adam chuckles, involuntarily rutting his hips into your loose fist for some friction.
"You're bigger than I remember... and uh, heavier than I thought you'd be," you confess candidly, faintly. Adam instantly slumps forward and drops his forehead to your shoulder with a pained grunt,
"Mmph! Don't just say shit like that!"
"Oh, I’m sorry." Concerned by his reaction, your initial thought is to pull back. But Adam is quick enough to stop your wrist dead in its tracks, holding you from letting him go. He turns his face into the juncture of your neck and murmurs against the sensitive flesh,
"No, No. I- I just wasn't expecting that from you." His hot breath and his soft lips against such a tender spot for you make your eyes flutter shut, "Keep going for me. Please."
You bite your lip and nod, focusing on just the head of Adam's cock. But the gentle, uncertain little rolls of your wrist only taunt him. He muffles a lusty noise by biting into your shoulder. He sucks just hard enough to draw out a sharp, surprised gasp from you.
"Don't be a fucking tease," He growls, pulling off your wet skin with a pop.
"Let me try something else then," You whisper, placing your hands on his chest. You push yourself away from Adam then climb off his lap to kneel between his parted thighs. This new position is much more comfortable than the awkward angle while on his lap. He looks down at you through heavy-lidded eyes before sinking back into the couch,
"Damn, you look good down there."
You smile proudly to yourself- his praise fills you with much more confidence as you start again. You bring your thumb up to his slit and rub it in a circular motion. Precum spontaneously spurts out from it as you push to apply more pressure. With all the slick that has dribbled out, your fingers effortlessly glide up and down his shaft. It creates a faint squelching sound with each pass. Adam struggles to hide his own lewd sounds, strangling himself with the air caught inside his throat.
For once, it seems, you have got the untamable man you know under your control. You create a ring with your thumb and finger just below the head of his cock, then squeeze to cut off any more dribbling precum. Adam snarls, every muscle in his body tensing up to hold back his rapidly approaching release,
"What are you doing?!"
"For someone who never shuts up, you're trying damn hard to keep quiet all of a sudden."
Adam snaps his head to leer down at you. The equally furious and desirous look is enough to send a chill up your spine and heat to flood the pit of your stomach instantaneously. The intensity is breathtaking- a gorgeous display of power and pleading in those caramel-colored eyes.
"What do you want me to say?"
"I don't know, get creative," You nonchalantly shrug, hoping that Adam can't see the mischievous grin growing on your face.
"You're fucking joking."
You tilt your head sideways, inspecting Adam with pursed lips and raised eyebrows- a stolid expression to emote just how serious you are. You can feel a strong pulse through Adam's dick against your palm, and you know he's close.
Adam's balls cramp, causing his whole body to tighten as a wince slips past his throat,
"Jesus, fuck- who knew you could be such a sadist."
"Who knew you could be such a fucking baby?" You snort, dipping down to kiss a fat pearly bead of precum off his tip. He whimpers out more profanity as he runs his clammy fingers through his sweaty hair. Absently, your hand dives into your pants and sinking your fingers into your panties which have become soaked in your hot arousal.
Adam gulps at the sight of how your wrist torques and rolls with his dick in your hand. Your grip is solid, and your movements are deliberate. He flips his attention to your other hand- disappeared into your pants but visibly unwavering in its lewd pursuits. He hiccups with a tiny involuntary buck up into your hand,
"Oh, so that's like... a thing for you, huh?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about talking dirty. That shit turns you on, right?" Adam speaks between gritted teeth to keep his composure while you unknowingly speed up your hands, "You get off on hearing it- the pleading, the praise, all of it. Fuck- don't say anything if I'm right."
You bite down hard on your bottom lip while the fingers on your clit start to rub small aggressive circles. You try to keep your focus on Adam, but instead, the friction from your fingers makes you go cross-eyed. And that is answer enough.
"I fucking knew it," Adam chuckles, watching you drop your head to hide your face from him again. His voice stoops to a low, sultry, slightly sinister tone, "Hey, look at me."
When you glance up at him- show him the utterly feral, sanguine look in your eyes, Adam realizes that he is doomed. He thinks that your glare might be sucking the soul right out of him. Speaking of sucking,
"Who told you to stop what you were doing?" He asks callously, intentionally.
His voice echoes through your mind and vibrates throughout your body. The deep timbre resonates strongly with the throbbing in your core, and your hips grind against your fingers insistently.
The look you give him is pitiful, lust glazing over your eyes like a fucking donut. Those lusty eyes are nearly too sweet to handle, and he can hardly fucking take it. He can't hold back any longer,
"F-FUCK! Close your eyes and show me your tongue already. Hurry!"
Without hesitation- without a second thought, you open your mouth wide. Your mindless obedience lures Adam to pump himself harder, faster. It’s only a matter of seconds until he’s hopelessly falling apart at the sight of your eyes squeezed shut and your tongue pushed out as far and flat as possible,
"FFF-"
Adam tries to hit his mark, tries to land all of his thick white send on your tongue. But that is just not possible; his load is too much to coat your mouth solely. It covers your chin, splatters against your neck, and some of it even ends up on your chest.
You cautiously open your eyes one at a time, just in time to catch Adam's eyes roll back forward from the back of his head. He strains to focus on your face as his vision slowly unveils the mess he made. Adam laughs,
"Oh shit!" Confused and a little disoriented, you silently watch as Adam scrambles off the couch to head into the kitchen. He returns with a damp paper towel, wiping it across your cheek, "Jesus, you look like a goddamn Pollock painting."
Speechless and honestly a bit winded, you don't say anything as Adam cleans you up. When he doesn't hear anything from you as he finishes up and tosses the paper towel away, he gets concerned. Guilt quickly washes over him as he looks into your wide, blown-out eyes,
"Hey, I'm sorry. I think I lost control there. I didn't mean to go that har-"
You pounce onto Adam in the middle of his sentence, shutting him up with a hot, aggressive kiss. He moans into your mouth as he tries to catch up with you- to match your energy.
You feel dizzy with euphoria- being with Adam so intimately is exhilarating. It’s like the rubber band has snapped. All of the sexual tension that strained this relationship no longer binds you.
"Sit on my face."
You nod without consideration, still distracted by your epiphanic thoughts and enchanted by the taste his tongue. Adam smiles against your lips,. He sinks to the floor, luring you down with him until his back is flat against the carpet.
Adam wants to return the favor- wants to make you feel good too. Beyond that, he wants to prove himself to you. He has been asking for the opportunity to show you how good he can be for you. And now, you’re finally giving him the chance.
Then, you feel your shorts getting tugged down, and reality cracks through your daydream like a lightning bolt. Your body stiffens up with hesitation, and Adam immediately feels your body tense. He's quick to soothe you with gingerly caresses and a gentle voice,
"Hey, hey. It's okay. Look at me."
Your heart is beating so hard that you even wonder if Adam can see it thumping in your chest. You feel so vulnerable straddling Adam’s chest like this with his massive hands halfway tucked into your cotton shorts. You’re reminded of how cold it is in the apartment at this time of the morning as goosebumps cover your limps and cause the hair on your body to prickle up. Your voice shakes,
"Sorry, I just-"
"You're fine," Adam interjects with a smile warm enough to thaw the spontaneous chill taking over your body. "I only want to help you feel good. I promise. Let me do this for you, please."
You anxiously chew your lip as you ponder your answer. What are you doing? Is this worth it? Have you already gone to far? A plethora of questions and what-if scenarios rapidly clutter your mind. But then you draw your focus back to Adam’s eyes, and all of the anxiety vanishes.
He has a skill for that, you’ve noticed. Whenever you’re upset or overwhelmed, he’s the immediate fix. Even when he’s the trigger for your emotional dilemmas sometimes, he’s also the only solution to make you feel better.
“Okay,” You finally permit, your voice barely audible as you nod.
Adam slowly helps you out of your shorts and panties before guiding your body toward his face. Your legs settle on either side of his head, then you freeze- too embarrassed to take a seat. Your thighs are trembling as you hover over his mouth. Despite your efforts to lower your body, your nerves keep you locked tight to your current position.
Adam starts by rubbing tiny circles over your hips with his thumbs. Then, he turns his head to the side to kiss the available flesh of your soft thighs. His eyes flutter shut as he nibbles tiny smooches into your skin. He hopes his small gestures will relieve some of the anxiety you’re feeling.
He starts sliding his hands up and down your legs to get them to stop shaking. And eventually, it works. His patience makes you feel much more comfortable. You drop your head and let his name fall from your lips so quietly it's almost silent,
"Adam."
The faint whisper of his name invites his gaze to return to you, his eyes rolling forward as he opens them. It’s the same cadence you use every time you call for him in your dreams. Delicate, doting, but definitely not a dream.
"Are you ready?" Adam calmly asks with a single subtle squeeze of your thigh.
You hum an affirmative for him to proceed and Adam graciously obliges, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip to prepare for your arrival. He secures his hands on your hips to help ease you down onto his mouth. He watches your glossy folds draw closer and closer until he can feel your wet warmth against his mouth. His eyes flutter shut with a pleased moan.
The vibrations make you gasp, subsequently lifting yourself from his face unintentionally. Adam lifts two fingers from your hip and taps them against your skin as a casual signal to invite you back down. You're still a little jumpy, but you urge your body to relax before settling onto Adam's lips again.
Adam cannot get over how much your cunt rivals the taste of a fucking fruit cup. Your slick is as sweet as the syrup the fruit swam in but also as refreshing as he remembers it to be when he would devour the sugary snack on a hot day growing up.
Adam’s tongue dives into you urgently and repeatedly, leaving hardly any room for him to come up for air. He leaves breathing for his nose alone- and for that, he is grateful for its size because the only reason Adam can think to use his mouth for right now is you swallow even more of you. The flavor of you is intoxicating- he hopes you don't get mad at him for being so greedy.
Sinful sounds drip from your lips to the point of creating drool. The euphoria is so intense that it's almost overwhelming- but not quite. Adam has got you riding the line between torture and ecstasy, skillfully alternating between too much and not enough. It's driving you insane, but at the same time, you find comfort in knowing Adam has complete control of your pleasure.
Your body eventually shifts from smooth gyrations against his face to shuttered jerky motions. Adam feels the shiver in your thighs return, and the way that you start squeezing his ears to his head. You're getting close, he can tell, but hearing you say it feels so much better.
"A-adam. Adam, I'm close." Your breaths are shallow and shaky, but you try your hardest to speak coherently. Anxiety starts rattling through you like the inside of a pinball machine. Fear and excitement whirl in your chest while heat starts to coil low in your stomach.
"I know," Adam mumbles nonchalantly into your hot core, before resuming his work. You watch his face dig up into you for another lick, and the sensation makes your hands shoot right to his scalp. Your fingers tightly curl into his raven locks to pry his head away from you.
"Adam!" You manage to detach him from your heat, the back of his head making a dull thud against the carpet as a result. Adam snaps out of his daze when he recognizes your panicked expression. With the ravenous uncertainty in your eyes- combined with the heaving of your chest in every breath you take, you are the most beautiful picture of feral he has ever seen.
"Just let go. You're okay," Adam assures you again, putting pressure into his thumbs as he rubs tiny circles against your inner thigh.
"I'm scared," You confess, still not easing your grip on Adam's hair.
"You don't have to be."
He says that so easily. He says that as if he doesn't understand the weight of this situation. He says that like he couldn't care less about the consequence of this. Your eyes start to trail off as you let your mind to wander again, but Adam tilts his head to follow your gaze.
You look into Adam's eyes again, those damn eyes of his that never fail to show you every truth of his soul and the expanse of his affection, you are convinced. You don't have to be scared of him, of this relationship, of anything. Those eyes, those honest and vulnerable eyes- they get to you every fucking time.
"I've got you- just let go for me."
And that is what it takes for you to let go, to fall, to allow Adam to catch you as you lose yourself to this out-of-body sensation that crashes over you. For a moment, you feel everything- every atom in your body exploding like fireworks as your blinding high shakes through you. Then, you feel nothing- a serene numbness as the crazy world around you disappears.
The tingling in your fingers and toes greets you back to reality. You begin to feel the carpet burn on your knees and the bruising on the pads of your palms. Your vision returns while you catch your breath. The high's white haze clears up, and you see Adam beneath you still. His forearms are draped over the tops of your thighs as he works on cleaning you up, licking up every inch of your skin.
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Adam approaches his bed, toothbrush in hand, to where you sit on the edge waiting patiently for him.
"Teeth, please," Adam speaks through closed teeth, baring them all in a big smile and expecting you to mirror him with the same smile of your own.
You echo his actions, returning a giant toothy smile at him. He bends forward to get as close as he can before bringing the loaded toothbrush to your teeth. The moment he starts brushing in circular motions, a fit of giggles takes over you. Adam brings his free hand to palm the base of your skull to keep you still enough to finish the task at hand,
"Hey! You're wiggling. Stop wiggling!"
"It tickles when you do it!" You object with a laugh, trying not to move so much so that Adam doesn’t make a mess. He keeps brushing even as you try to talk, your words garbled through toothpaste, "Give me the toothbrush, I got it."
"I can do it!" Adam protests, squatting down lower and getting even closer to your face as if showing you that he is more focused and intent on doing a good job.
You try not to choke on toothpaste and your spit as you laugh when Adam makes his way to the back of your mouth with the brush. Foam is just about to spill out of your mouth and dribble down your chin until Adam presents you with a cup.
"Okay, spit." You do as instructed and spit into the cup Adam holds out for you. Then he taps the side of your jaw to have you open your mouth again, "Tongue time, let's see it. C'mon."
"Ahhhhh," You stick out your tongue as far and flat as you can, just as you'd done earlier, for Adam to brush. He straightens up a tiny bit and gulps, remembering the last time you'd been so obedient with showing him your tongue.
"Fuck."
Rather than continuing to brush as he intended and you anticipated, he dives in with his own tongue to lick yours. The feeling is weird and takes you by surprise. But before you can recoil into your shoulders, Adam brings his hand around your throat. He keeps you put while he goes in for a deeper, harder kiss. Your lips are minty, but the taste of himself still lingers on your tongue.
Adam forces himself to pull away from your lips once again. He rushes to finish- brushing your tongue. He offers you some water to rinse with before handing you the cup again to spit into. All finished and Impatient, Adam tosses the toothbrush into the same cup and sets it on his nightstand instead of walking back to the bathroom to clean up properly.
He pounces onto the bed, playfully pushing you back against the mattress. You’re both laughing as he wrestles you, just like he always does. And just like always, you give in and let him win.
He pins your arms above your head before giving you his signature cocksure sideways smirk that pisses you off so much. Only this time, it’s not so bad.
“I have a secret to tell you.” Adam piques your interest with a raspy whisper as if trying to keep his voice quiet enough from the monsters under the bed from hearing.
"What is it?" You play along, lowering your voice to match his.
"Well, I think if you stopped giving up so easily," Adam nods to your body caged beneath his, "The roles could be reversed- you could be in my position right now. If you would stop letting me win every time."
"Oh, yeah?" You laugh. Adam smiles, eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips,
"Yeah."
The temptation is stronger than his pride. Insatiable no matter how many times you let him, Adam leans in for yet another kiss. This one is softer, sweeter than the others, though. This kiss tastes raw, vulnerable, and more precious than the rest.
Adam pulls away just enough to speak but close enough so that his lips still brush against yours. His voice shifts into a tone that sounds more sensual than you're used to, but it's nice.
"I have another secret to tell you."
"Tell me."
It falls quiet, and all you can hear are the gentle panting you both make to catch your breath. You keep your eyes blissfully shut as you wait for Adam to speak up again.
...
...
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"I think I love you."
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Sorry it took me so long to update! I hope the longer chapter made up for it a little bit lol. Sooo, what do we think about Adam’s confession?? How will we react?! What’s to come!! Love you, stay tuned! ;)
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