Chapter 3 – What He Said I Could Never Do

My back touched the mattress.

He stayed on top of me, one hand braced beside my head-giving me devouring look, the other hand warm on my thigh. 

He leaned down and kissed me again, slower this time, but still deep. His hand moved up and pushed the top of my dress aside. The cool air touched my bare skin. Then his mouth closed over one nipple,sucking like he’s been waiting for this day.

I arched up with a soft gasp.

He sucked slowly at first, then harder, tongue circling. My fingers found his hair. He moved to the other breast and did the same, taking his time. Every pull of his mouth sent warm drips and shiver down between my legs.

When he finally lifted his head, his eyes were almost black.

“You taste better than I expected,” he said, his voice deep and rough.

Before I could answer, he moved lower. He kissed my stomach, pushed my dress up to my waist, then he kissed on my pussy before he ripped my panties all the way off, and buried his head between my thighs.

I felt his breath first.

Then his warm mouth.

He licked me like he was starving. Slow, deep strokes of his tongue that made my hips jump. He held my thighs open and kept going, sucking on my clit, then pushing his tongue inside me. The pleasure built so fast it almost scared me.

“Adrian—” I gasped.

He didn’t stop. He groaned against me like he was enjoying this more than I was. My hands gripped the sheets. My back arched off the bed.

My fingers running through his hair and grabbing.

“Please,don’t stop. Yeahhhh…right there. Fuckkkkkk…I’m coming.”

The second orgasm hit hard and sudden. I cried out and tried to close my thighs, but he held them open and kept eating until my legs were shaking uncontrollably and I was pushing at his head.

Only then did he rise up,his lips all filled with my cum.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes locked on mine as he undid his belt and pushed his pants down. He was hard, thick, and ready. He rubbed the head of his cock against me, coating himself in how wet I already was.

“Look at me,” he said.

I did.

He pushed inside in one slow, deep thrust.

I moaned loud,he immediately covers my mouth with his hand.

“Quiet,” he orders against my ear. “Unless you want everyone in this bar to know you’re with Adrian ”

He goes in with another deep thrust,I moan against his hands. My eyes rolls back. He filled me completely. 

He whispers. “See how good you sound when getting fucked properly.” For a second neither of us moved. I could feel him pulsing inside me. Then he started to move, steady and controlled, watching my face.

Every thrust hit deep. The bed creaked under us. I held onto his shoulders, legs wrapped around his waist.

“You feel that?” he asked, voice low. “That’s what it should feel like.”

I couldn’t answer. I could only moan and hold on tighter.

He fucked me deeper, a little harder. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the quiet room. Sweat started to build between us. My third orgasm was already building.

After a while he slowed and looked down at me, eyes dark.

“When was the last time your husband made you come?”

The question caught me off guard. My face burned.

I can barely think,barely breathe. “I…. It’s been a while,” I whispered.

Something dangerous flickered in his gaze.

“You want to prove you’re better than Bella, don’t you?” His voice was low and rough. “Show me.”

Heat flooded my chest. The same words Damien had thrown at me earlier burned in my head. You just lie there. You never ride me.

I stared at Adrian for a second. Then I pushed at his chest. He rolled onto his back without resistance, still inside me. I sat up, placed my hands on his chest, and started to move.

Slow at first. Testing. Then deeper.

The new angle made me gasp.

I rode him steadily. My hips rolled and lifted. The wet sound of our bodies filled the room. He watched me the whole time, hands on my waist, then higher,my boobs staring at him in the face. He pulled me down so he could take one nipple into his mouth while I moved.

I moaned louder.

He sucked hard while I rode him. My rhythm got faster. The bed rocked. Skin slapped against skin. I could feel another orgasm building, stronger than the others.

“Adrian—”

He released my nipple and looked up at me, eyes almost black,groaning.

“Don’t stop.”

I didn’t.

I kept riding him, harder now. My hands braced on his chest. My head fell back. The pleasure was sharp and deep. I was so close.

Then his hands tightened on my hips.

Even though I was on top, he started thrusting up into me. Fast. Deep. Powerful. He held me in place and fucked me from below, each thrust hitting a spot that made me cry out and whimper.

“Oh god—”

I could feel his hard dick in my stomach. The sound of our skin meeting grew louder. The bed creaked hard. I couldn’t control the moans anymore. They spilled out of me with every thrust.

“That’s it,” he growled, still thrusting up hard. “Take it like a good girl. You deserve to feel good.”

The orgasm crashed over me so strong my whole body shook and i squirted on him. I clenched around him and cried out his name. He kept going, thrusting through it, chasing his own release. A few more deep strokes and he buried himself fully inside me with a rough groan, coming hard.

We stayed like that for a long moment, both breathing heavily. My forehead rested against his. His hands slowly relaxed on my hips.

After a while he rolled us to the side, still inside me, and pulled me against his chest. His fingers traced slow patterns on my back.

The room was quiet again.

For the first time in weeks, the pain in my chest was not the only thing I felt.

I closed my eyes, still wrapped in his arms, the alcohol and the pleasure made me already weak.

I don’t know how long I slept.

A sharp buzzing sound woke me.

My phone.

I reached for it with clumsy fingers, still half-asleep, body sore in the best way. The screen lit up in the dark room.

Damien.

My heart stopped.