Trapped in a room with my Worst Enemy

Elias’s POV

The kiss was nothing like I expected.

Adrian’s mouth was hot and open and demanding. His tongue pushed past my lips like he had every right to be there. One of his hands stayed locked around my wrist. The other grabbed the front of my shirt and yanked me closer until my chest was pressed against his. I could feel how hard he already was. The thick bulge in his jeans rubbed against my hip and something sharp and electric shot straight down my spine.

I froze for half a second.

Then rage took over.

I ripped my mouth away and punched him square in the jaw. The sound was loud in the small room. Adrian stumbled back two steps, touching his lip. A thin line of blood showed.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I shouted. “Don’t you ever touch me again!”

He didn’t look angry. He looked wrecked. His blonde hair was messy. His blue eyes were dark and glassy. His chest rose and fell too fast. And the front of his jeans was tented so hard it looked painful.

A big, obvious bulge strained against the fabric.

I stared.

Then I felt it.

Heat was spreading low in my stomach.

My own cock was getting hard so fast it made me dizzy. I looked down at myself in pure shock. My jeans were already tight. The outline of my dick was clear.

“What…?” My voice came out rough.

Adrian laughed. Low and breathless. “Finally noticing?”

“What did you do to me?!”

He wiped the blood from his lip with the back of his hand and grinned. “Someone slipped something in my drink earlier. Strong stuff. Aphrodisiac. When I kissed you…” He shrugged, still smiling. “Some of it was still on my tongue. Now you’ve got it too.”

I felt my face burn. My cock twitched hard inside my jeans and I couldn’t stop it. I tried to adjust myself but it only made the pressure worse.

Adrian laughed again, watching me. “Look at you. Can’t even keep it down.”

“Shut up.”

I shoved past him and grabbed the door handle. I twisted it hard. Nothing. I yanked. The door didn’t move. Something was jammed on the other side.

“No. No, no, no….” I pulled again. Still nothing. I patted my pockets. My phone wasn’t there. I must have left it behind the bar. Adrian pulled his out, stared at the black screen, and gave a weak laugh.

“Battery died. Perfect timing.”

“This is your fault!” I turned on him. “You and your stupid rich-boy parties and your stupid drinks….”

“Relax.” Adrian leaned against the wall, still breathing hard. His eyes kept dropping to the front of my jeans. “We’re stuck. We’re both hard as hell. Might as well make the best of it.”

“Are you crazy?”

He looked like he was having the time of his life. I felt like I was losing my mind. My skin felt too hot. Every small movement made my cock rub against the fabric and send another wave of need through me. I couldn’t think straight.

Eventually the shaking in my legs forced me to sit on the floor. Adrian dropped down beside me, close enough that his shoulder brushed mine. The second his head tipped and rested lightly against my shoulder I shoved him away.

“Don’t touch me!”

“Okay, okay.” He held his hands up, still smiling. “But we both know this isn’t going away on its own. The only way out of this is if we come. Hard.”

I stared at the opposite wall. My voice came out tight. “I’ll take care of it myself. Turn around. Don’t look.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Adrian’s voice dropped. “You’re already so sexy like this. Face all red. Breathing like you’ve been running. Cock straining against your jeans. I bet you look even better when you actually touch it.”

I hated him.

I still unzipped my jeans with shaking hands.

My cock sprang out, already leaking. I wrapped my fingers around it and gave a slow stroke. The relief was instant and humiliating. I kept my eyes on the floor at first, but then they lifted on their own. Adrian was watching me. Golden hair messy. Blue eyes dark with heat. Lips still a little swollen from the kiss and the punch. He looked unfairly beautiful.

I stroked faster, staring at his face, ashamed and desperate at the same time. It felt good. It wasn’t enough. The drug made every nerve feel raw. I needed more. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to focus.

When I opened them again Adrian was no longer beside me.

He was between my legs.

I shouted and tried to shove his head away. “What the hell are you doing?!”

He caught my wrists easily and looked up at me. His voice was rough. “Let me make you feel good. Just this once. You’re going crazy. I’m going crazy. Let me take the edge off.”

I should have kicked him.

Instead my hands stopped pushing.

Adrian leaned in and took the head of my cock into his mouth. Warm. Wet. Perfect. My head fell back against the wall.

“Ngh….!”

He sank down lower, sucking with practiced ease. One of his hands wrapped around the base and stroked what his mouth couldn’t reach. The other gripped my thigh hard enough to bruise. He pulled off just long enough to drag his tongue along the underside, then took me deep again.

“Ah….fuck….”

I couldn’t stop the sounds. My hips twitched. My fingers ended up in his blonde hair, not quite pulling him closer, not quite pushing him away. He moaned around my cock like he was enjoying it as much as I was. The vibration shot straight up my spine.

It was too much and not enough at the same time. The drug made every wet slide of his mouth feel ten times stronger. I watched him through half-lidded eyes….Adrian Vale, the golden boy who had everything, on his knees between my legs, sucking me like he was starving for it.

My stomach tightened.

“I’m….gonna….”

He didn’t pull off. He sucked harder, blue eyes locked on mine.

I came with a broken sound, spilling across his tongue and over his lips. Some of it landed on his cheek and the side of his mouth. He stayed there, swallowing what he could, looking up at me the whole time with those dark, satisfied eyes while my cock twitched through the last waves.

I sat there panting, jeans open, cock still half-hard, staring at the mess I had made on Adrian Vale’s face.