Fucked Silly by my Worst Enemy

Elias’s POV

It hurt.

Adrian was big….thicker than I expected….and the first few thrusts made my eyes water. I gritted my teeth and shoved at his chest.

“It hurts….slow down….”

He stopped immediately. Blue eyes searched my face. His voice came out rough. “Okay. Okay, I’ve got you.”

He pulled back a little and moved slower, shorter strokes, giving me time to adjust. The burn faded. Something else took its place. Heat. Pressure. A deep, full feeling that made my toes curl. Every time he pushed back in, pleasure sparked up my spine.

“Oh….”

Adrian’s mouth curved. “There it is.”

He kept the pace steady at first, letting me feel every inch. Then he shifted his hips and the next thrust hit something that made my whole body jolt.

“Argh….!”

“Fuck, you sound so good,” he groaned. He leaned down and kissed my neck, still moving inside me. “So tight. Taking me so well.”

I scratched down his back without meaning to. My legs wrapped around his waist. He started fucking me harder, deeper, the sound of skin against skin filling the small room. I couldn’t stay quiet.

“Angh….ah….Adrian….”

“That’s it. Say my name.” His voice was low and filthy in my ear. “You hate me so much but look at you. Spreading your legs for me. Moaning like you never want me to stop.”

I should have been angry. Instead I arched up to meet every thrust. Hearing him moan above me only made it worse. His breathing was ragged. Every time he sank deep he let out a rough sound that went straight to my cock.

“Moh….fuck….right there….”

“Yeah? You like that?” He grabbed my thigh and pushed it higher, changing the angle. The next thrust punched a loud cry out of me. “Shit, Elias. You’re gonna make me come if you keep squeezing me like that.”

I was already close. The drug, the stretch, the way he kept hitting that spot….it was too much. My cock rubbed between our stomachs with every movement. Adrian reached down and stroked me in time with his thrusts.

“Come on,” he whispered. “Come for me again. I want to feel it.”

My back arched. “Ah….Adrian….I’m….”

I came hard, spilling between us with a broken moan. The way I clenched around him dragged him over the edge too. He buried himself deep and came with a long, low groan, hips stuttering as he filled me.

For a few seconds we just stayed there, breathing hard, sweaty and tangled.

Then we heard footsteps in the hallway.

Both of us froze.

Adrian pulled out fast. We scrambled for clothes. I yanked my jeans up, not even bothering with the button. My shirt was only half on when the door handle jiggled and then pushed open.

One of the bar coworkers stood there, eyes wide.

I didn’t explain. I didn’t look at Adrian. I just pushed past the coworker and ran.

I didn’t stop until I was outside in the cold air, heart slamming against my ribs. My legs felt weak. I could still feel him inside me. I could still hear the wet sounds we made. I could still smell his cologne on my skin.

What the fuck just happened?

I had sex with Adrian Vale. My rival. The guy I hated. A man. I let him fuck me. I came while he was inside me. I scratched his back and moaned his name like I wanted it.

I pressed both hands to my face and tried to breathe. My stomach turned. Shame and leftover heat tangled together until I felt sick.

I walked home in a daze. Mom was already asleep. I showered in the dark until the water ran cold, scrubbing my skin like I could erase everything. It didn’t work.

The next day I avoided him like my life depended on it.

I and Adrian were college mates and what was worse was that we even had a lot of classes together. I hid in the corner of the class even though my usual seat was in the front to avoid Adrian.

Luckily he didn’t see me. 

On the track during morning practice I stayed on the far side of the garage. Every time I saw a flash of golden hair I turned and walked the long way around the cars. When our team meetings ended I left first and fast. At university I changed my usual routes. I took the stairs instead of the elevator.

I sat in the back of lecture halls and left the second the professor dismissed us. At lunch I found empty corners of the cafeteria or skipped eating altogether. 

Once I saw him walking toward the engineering building and I ducked into a random bathroom, heart pounding, waiting until the hallway went quiet again.

Adrian noticed. Of course he did. I caught him frowning across the paddock, confusion clear on his face. He called my name once near the lockers. I pretended to check my phone and kept walking. 

Another time he tried to catch me after a class. I saw him waiting by the door and immediately turned around, taking a completely different exit even though it made me late for my next lecture. Every near-miss left my stomach in knots. Part of me was terrified he would force a conversation. Another part….one I didn’t want to look at….kept replaying the way he had sounded when he came inside me.

By late afternoon I finally thought I had lost him. The library was quiet. I found a corner table on the second floor and sat with my back to the room, laptop open, pretending to study. My shoulders slowly relaxed. Maybe I could just stay away until the memory faded. Maybe we could both pretend it never happened.

A shadow fell across my table.

I looked up.

Adrian Vale stood there, blue eyes locked on mine, one hand resting on the chair across from me like he had all the time in the world.