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Piper

Jacket On The Ground

Music started playing in the distance as our side of the rodeo started emptying out, everybody heading off to watch the band. It was quiet, some of the stands were shutting down. And I really couldn't have been happier.

This was the college experience I wanted.

I wasn't at home, thumbing through a textbook, waiting for Thomas to call like I was last year. I was out, I was doing things. I was getting involved, hanging out with my friends, and I had him , purposely walking slowly next to me so I could keep up.

I snuck another look at him. This man who'd done all these things for me.

It wasn't just that he was attractive. And—okay—Adam had that going for him. There was no denying that. The stubble starting to grow in made me weak in the knees. But Adam was so much more than I ever realized. He was starting to spin me in circles and there really wasn't anything I could do about it, even if I wanted to.

" The Flying Texan still has room," Adam pointed out.

Scanning over the rides in front of us, I tried to think of exactly what I wanted to end out a perfect day. Some of the rides were already closing up. Only a few seemed like they'd run for longer.

The Ferris wheel was one of them.

I raised an eyebrow, looking closer at it. They weren't simple benches, they were the closed passenger baskets. Maybe it was because Adam was so close to me and that box of condoms was calling my name from his dorm, but the craziest idea popped into my head.

An Adam kind of an idea.

I grabbed his sleeve and pulled him off to the Ferris wheel, to the short line with a yawning volunteer behind the controls who I'd never seen at training sessions.

"Ferris wheel?" Adam asked, with a chuckle. "Ice princess, I don't know if I can fit in one of those."

Stepping into line, I raised an eyebrow at him. "We'll make it fit."

A grin tugged up on his lips. "Is that so?"

You have no idea what you're in for.

"Mm-hmm." I nodded. "You've fit before."

"You convinced me." Adam laughed pulling out a bundle of tickets from his pocket when we came up to the stand.

That wouldn't be enough for what I wanted though. I dug down into my pockets and found the change from the lemonade, the change he'd refused to take back. With that and the extra tickets, I presented both to the volunteer. "Can we go in for longer?"

The volunteer gave me a long look. "We're required to time each of these rides so they are the appropriate amount to accommodate the rest of the rodeo—"

"Uh-huh. Sure." Adam slipped out his wallet and flashed the guy a hundred dollar bill. "Now can we?"

The volunteer grinned. "Exceptions can always be made."

For once, I didn't argue about Adam broadcasting how much money he had in his wallet. I was too busy yanking him off to the passenger car. The space really wasn't great and Adam had to duck his head just to sit inside. He purposely put his legs together so I could sit next to him, but I took the seat across.

"What are you doing?" Adam frowned.

I held up a finger, asking him to give me a minute while I watched the volunteer work the levers.

"I have bruised knuckles, Piper," Adam said, his voice low and husky. "Come kiss me better."

Still staring at the volunteer, I didn't budge from my seat until our car started rising in the air, rocking back and forth with the time. The view outside of the passenger car was amazing, but I wasn't focused on that. I glanced back at the football player stretched on his seat, waiting for me.

"Can I borrow your jacket?" I asked.

"I told you to wear something warmer," Adam reminded me and shrugged off the cowboy jacket. "I'm going to start bringing two jackets."

I shrugged off my own lightweight jacket and set it on the seat next to me before I dug into his pockets, looking for the one thing I needed.

"Why don't you come sit next to me?" Adam reached out and placed a hand on my knee. "I'm going to drag you over here."

"Adam?"

"Hm?"

I finished checking the last pocket. "Do you have a condom?"

The easy grin on his face wiped away, and he stared at me for seconds, long seconds, while he tried to figure out if I was kidding. I wasn't. Our passenger car came to a slow stop up top, and I breathed in adrenaline and the light air.

Adam shifted in place.

He was hard.

"Piper, you seem to be forgetting how big I am," Adam said, watching me with those dark eyes.

My eyes flickered to his lap. "I didn't forget."

"Not that." He gestured to our tiny, cramped space. "Piper, I'm too big."

"And you don't have a condom?" I pressed.

Reluctantly, he shook his head. "All back in the dorm."

"I thought so," I said softly and dropped his jacket to the floor. Adam frowned for a second, reaching down to pick it up, but I was quicker, dropping to my knees in front of him.

He breathed out. "Piper."

"Adam."

"What are you doing?" he rasped.

In the tight space, I could hear the hitch in his breathing when I reached forward and pressed my lips against the denim, long and slow.

"Piper…this is reckless."

"Good," I whispered, kissing him through the denim again. "How much time do you think a hundred and fourteen dollars bought us?"

"Not enough time for you to be kissing my cock through my jeans," Adam muttered, running his fingers through my hair, squeezing his hand to a fist. The sensation was overwhelming, all those pinpricks over my scalp, I whimpered in his grasp.

He was quick to unbutton his jeans and shrug them down a little, handling his cock with his other hand. Precome already dripped from the head.

Oh my god. I'm obsessed with this man .

I kissed the head of his cock and ran my tongue along the sides, gently sucking on the tip.

"I should've brought condoms," Adam muttered, thrusting into my mouth. "I could've just used you like a toy. Put you on my lap and got what I wanted."

Dirty talk had never been part of my history. It was so new and so filthy and it sent shivers down my spine. And it made Adam excited. I could feel it in the way he grabbed for me, the way his cock throbbed beneath. But now I wanted to up the game. I wanted to match him.

My eyes rolled back in my head while he bobbed me up and down on his cock.

I pulled back for just a minute taking him out just long enough to drool over his cock and Adam's eyes darkened, fisting both of his hands in my hair before he shoved himself between my lips again, working himself lower inch by inch down my throat.

"You look so beautiful," he rasped.

I drew back. "My lipstick's smeared."

"Let me rephrase. You look so beautiful with your lipstick smeared, drooling on my cock."

A smile tugged up on my lips and I came back up. "I love drooling on your cock."

His breathing hitched up a notch and I hummed with pleasure. This was what he liked.

"You're such a good girl, Piper," he whispered, pushing his cock down my throat, to the end of where I could take it. I was game. I wanted to give him everything. Easing down, I took even more, farther down my throat and Adam grunted. "You're such a good girl with my cock down your throat."

Adam grabbed for my shirt and when he couldn't put his hand down it, he swooped up from the bottom, yanking up my shirt until he could slip a hand under my bra.

I moaned, his cock in my mouth.

"I'm going to come down this throat," he breathed out. "You're taking all of it. Inch by inch."

Another moan escaped me as he tugged on my nipple, playing with my body.

"You were made for me, Piper," he groaned, his cock throbbing in my throat. "Your pussy was made for my cock. This throat was made for my cock, goddamn."

There were tears in my eyes, but I couldn't stop, rocking back and forth, taking him until my lips reached the end of his shaft. Deeper than I'd ever gone before and it was all for him.

His cock started jerking and it was magic .

Adam squeezed my hair harder and groaned, spilling his come down my throat. I choked for a moment but stilled myself. I wanted all of this. I wanted him, taking control, using me.

He finally released me and I gulped huge mouthfuls of air, sitting back on the jacket. I was a mess. I knew it. My lipstick, my bra, my shirt, I knew beyond a doubt I looked like I'd just gotten up to something I shouldn't have.

"Here, ice princess," he murmured and helped me sit on the seat next to him. Adam was quick to grab my purse, fishing for a moment before he found napkins, helping to carefully clean me up.

"Oh my god…" I murmured.

Adam found a hairband and carefully drew back my hair, tying it around in a ponytail. I had no doubt it was a huge mess. But he took care of all of it, straightening my bra, tugging down my shirt, until I looked about as normal as I could've.

"Hey?" He cupped my face, gazing down at me.

I gave him a sleepy smile. "Hi."

"Thank you," he whispered and kissed me, slow and sweet. "Thank you, thank you, fucking thank you." Gently, he moved down to my neck and murmured against my skin, "Piper, you're so beautiful. Oh my god. Fucking thank you ."

I hummed under my breath, pleased, while he ran his fingers along my throat, kissing me again and again.