Manfax (Winter Brothers #2) - Jacob Chance Page 0,49

across each trampoline and onto the next, making my way across them one at a time. Adam doesn’t move when I land on his. Instead, he catches hold of my hand, leaping with me.

“Let’s sit and bounce back to our feet,” he suggests. “On the count of three. One. Two. Three.” We fall to our asses and are propelled back to our feet, both of us laughing.

We do it twice more successfully and then on the final try, I somehow wind up on my back with Adam on top of me. Momentum continues to bounce us with our chests together and our pelvises perfectly lined up. My arms and legs wrap around him to keep from smashing into each other. Although my plan works, it also backfires on me, in a sense. I’m now under him—in a place I never should’ve been.

We both become cognizant of our precarious position at the same time—and also of Adam’s hard dick nestled between my legs.

Our bouncing slows until we stop moving entirely, leaving him lying on top of me. With the trampoline cushioning my back, we might as well be on a giant mattress.

Heated green eyes glitter hungrily down at me. He slams his mouth onto mine, tongue plunging between my lips, eagerly stroking and circling mine.

One of his hands snakes under my shirt, cupping a breast and squeezing the fullness until I’m desperate enough to crawl out of my own skin.

Needing relief for the agonizing burning between my thighs, I raise my hips, grinding against his thick erection.

Absorbing my expelled moan between his lips, he rocks against my slit maddeningly. Still fully clothed, I’m already on my way to an epic orgasm.

Thrusting my fingers into his hair, I tug and yank on the thick strands as we hungrily devour each other with frantic kisses.

His warm palm skims along my stomach, goose bumps breaking out on my skin. His agile fingers slip the metal button through the hole on my jeans, unfastening them one-handed and in record time.

Without warning, a thought hits me. I’ve always seen Adam’s manwhorish ways as an unfavorable quality. Now that I’m about to be on the receiving end of his experience, it seems like a positive instead of a negative. He’s had plenty of practice and knows what he’s doing.

I’d hate myself right now for being so weak if his hand wasn’t delving inside my panties. He finds me slick with unmistakable desire.

His breath is ragged. “Fuck, you’re wet. Is your pussy eager for my touch, Rocky?”

“Yes. Don’t stop.”

He slides his middle finger along my slit, collecting my juices before he glides them over my clit. Repeatedly rubbing back and forth, then around in mind-blowing circles, the urgency builds until I shatter. I tremble through my orgasm as his fingers continue working their magic, dragging out my pleasure.

My hands slip between us, fumbling until his pants are undone. Using one hand, he pushes them down to mid-thigh, and I catch my first glimpse of his cock.

Holy giant moly.

And then my second.

And now my third.

Things just got serious.

He’s as blessed as I imagined. I’m so relieved. What a major disappointment it would’ve been to find a tiny peen between those thick, corded thighs of his.

Wiggling my pants down to my ankles, I try to kick one leg free, but the denim is too tight and they’re stuck. I can’t wait any longer to know what that monstrosity feels like.

“Fuck me,” I shout, and every conscious thought is obliterated by the wide tip of Adam’s cock pressing against my entrance. With the position we’re in, he has no luck sliding inside me.

Shifting his weight, the trampoline depresses, and when he shifts the other way to compensate, it gives a little bounce. Wobbling from side to side, he finally stabilizes.

“Goddammit,” he growls.

He tries to spread my legs with his hands on my inner thighs, but with my jeans stuck around my ankles, there’s no way for them to part more. His head drops forward, and his groan of frustration vibrates against my neck. “Maybe we should get out of here,” he suggests. “We probably shouldn’t be doing this anyway. I don’t know if the security cameras have been installed yet.” Lifting his head, he smiles wryly before rolling off me with a frustrated groan and tugs his pants back up.

I want to shout out for him not to be a quitter, but I know he’s right. I was dickstracted and he just saved me from doing something rash. I should be