A Night I’ll Never Forget

Adrian’s POV

I couldn’t stop smiling.

Elias Kane looked completely wrecked and it was the hottest thing I had ever seen. Dark hair messy, cheeks red, lips swollen from our kiss and his own heavy breathing. His jeans were still open, cock soft and shiny from my mouth, a little cum still clinging to the tip. That same foul-mouthed rival who spent every race calling me a privileged asshole now looked like pure sex.

I never knew he could look like this.

Earlier, when he started jerking off, it took everything in me not to jump him. The way he stroked that pale dick with the pretty pink head. The quiet, broken moans he tried to hold back. I lasted maybe thirty seconds before I crawled between his legs and sucked him. I had been with guys before. Plenty. But none of them made my head spin like this. Maybe it was the drug. Maybe it was just him. All I knew was that my own cock was still rock hard and aching.

Sucking him had only made it worse.

The second my lips closed around the head of his cock I knew I was in trouble. He was hot and heavy on my tongue, already slick from the way he had been stroking himself. I sank down slowly, taking more of him, and the broken sound he made went straight to my own dick. 

Every time he moaned and twitched I got harder. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked, bobbing my head, letting him feel every inch of my mouth. One of my hands stayed wrapped around the base, stroking what I couldn’t fit. The other gripped his thigh so he couldn’t squirm away.

I kept going until his whole body went tight. Then he came hard, spilling across my tongue and over my lips. Some of it landed on my cheek. I stayed there and swallowed what I could, looking up at him the whole time.

And the look on his face after he came across my lips….pure horror mixed with leftover pleasure….was so funny I almost laughed out loud.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and shuffled closer.

“Come on, Kane,” I said, voice rough. “Your turn. Touch me. I’m dying here.”

He stared at me like I had lost my mind. “Fuck you.”

“I’m serious.” I groaned dramatically and dropped my head back against the wall. “It hurts. Look at this.”

I popped the button on my jeans and dragged the zipper down. My cock sprang out heavy and thick, veins standing out along the shaft. I was leaking already. 

Elias’s eyes went wide.

I laughed. “Yeah. That’s the usual reaction.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“And you’re still staring.” I wrapped a hand around myself and gave one slow stroke. “Help me out. You already came on my face. Least you can do is return the favor.”

He didn’t move. So I did.

I reached for his shirt. He tried to push my hands away but there was no real strength in it. I pulled the fabric up and off. Then I went for his jeans, dragging them down his legs along with his underwear until he was completely bare on the floor of the storage room. He muttered curses the whole time but he didn’t fight hard.

I sat back and just looked at him for a second.

Soft pink nipples. Pale skin. That pretty cock already twitching back to life against his stomach. How the hell could a man look this slutty?

“Fuck,” I muttered. “You’re ridiculous.”

I leaned down and took one of those pink nipples into my mouth. Elias made a sharp sound and his back arched. I sucked harder, flicking the tip with my tongue while my hand wrapped around his cock and stroked him slowly. He was getting hard again fast. The drug was still riding us both.

“Adrian….stop….”

“You don’t want me to stop.” I moved to the other nipple, biting gently. “Your body’s more honest than you are.”

I kissed my way down his stomach. When I reached his cock I gave it one more slow lick, just to hear him curse, then pushed his thighs open. He tensed.

“What are you….”

I answered by burying my face between his cheeks and dragging my tongue over his hole.

Elias shouted. “It’s dirty! What the fuck are you doing?!”

I didn’t stop. I licked him open with long, wet strokes, then pointed my tongue and pushed inside. At the same time I wrapped my hand around his cock again and stroked him in time with every thrust of my tongue. His thighs trembled on either side of my head. The sounds he made were broken and angry and so fucking hot.

“Adrian….ngh….stop, it’s….ah….”

I pulled back just enough to speak, lips still brushing him. “You taste good. Relax.”

Then I went back to work. I kept eating him until his hole was soft and wet and he was pushing back against my mouth without seeming to realize it. Only then did I slide one finger inside. He was tight as hell. I groaned at the heat.

“Fuck, Kane. You’re gripping me already.”

“Pull it out….”

I added a second finger and curled them. His cock jumped in my hand and a long moan tore out of him. I worked him open carefully, scissoring my fingers, rubbing that spot inside that made his whole body jerk. By the time I added a third finger he was panting and dripping all over his stomach.

“I think you’re ready,” I said, voice low.

I pulled my fingers out, spat into my palm, and stroked the wetness over my cock. Then I grabbed his hips, lined myself up, and pushed in.

The heat and tightness dragged a deep sound out of my chest. My eyes almost rolled back. He was perfect….so tight it bordered on painful, so hot I had to grit my teeth to keep from thrusting all the way in at once.

Elias’s mouth fell open on a silent gasp. His hands scrambled against the floor.

I sank in another inch, then another, until my hips were flush against him. For a second I just stayed there, buried deep, breathing hard, staring down at the rival who was currently clenching around my cock like he never wanted me to leave.

“Holy shit,” I whispered. “You’re so fucking good.”