Page 104 of Naughty November
I tensed so I wouldn’t start rutting against him.
“Every man in here has been staring at your slutty little shorts.” Adrian dragged his fingers across my skin, under my shirt, above myshorts, leaving trails of heat behind. “I saw you at the bar downstairs, Riley. Sticking your ass out.”
Adrian’s hand slid down. Through my shorts, his fingers grazed the crease of my ass. “It’s a remarkable ass.”
“Thank you.” I breathed, trembling. It wasn’t even what he was saying yet, but the honeyed tongue he used, making every syllable sweet and sticky, sinful.
“What did you come here looking for?” Adrian asked. His hands cupped my ass and I wanted so desperately to move, to grind against him, but I knew if I did, he’d stop me.
My answer was a frustrated whimper. Words failed me. What had I come here looking for besides this?
“Do you know what I think?” Adrian continued, not needing me to answer his question. “I think you came here looking for me. I think the minute you saw me, all you could think about were the things I might do to you. I think you wanted to be in that swing, your legs strapped open.”
I whimpered again and tried to rock against him, but Adrian made atsk-tsksound that had me instantly go still.
“Such a needy little slut. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you soon.”
“Promise?” I asked, because I needed to prove to myself that I was still capable of speech when all I wanted to do was whimper yet again. Whimper and whine and rock against him.
“Is that what you need? You need me to promise you that I’ll make you feel good?”
When I nodded, Adrian continued, “Then that’s what I’ll do. I promise that I’ll make you come so hard you see stars. I’ll make you do it in front of everyone in this room. Did you know they’re watching us?”
I shook my head. Truthfully, I’d forgotten that anyone else was there, but now that Adrian brought them back into focus, I felt their eyes on me. I was aware of harsh breaths from across the room. The sound of skin striking skin coming from a different direction. The scent of sex lingered heavily around me, making my head swim.
“They’re going to watch me put my hand down your pants andfuck you with my finger. They’re going to see how easy it is to get into your tight little hole, but I’m not going to let any of them touch you. Do you know why?”
I shook my head.
“Because you’re my slut. Say it.”
“I’m your slut.” I sounded like a slut. Needy and breathless. Lust-drunk. Incapable of stringing together a sentence.
“That’s right. You’re my slut. Are you going to let me take your slutty little shorts down so everyone can see your pretty dick? I want everyone to watch the way your cock strains and leaks.”
I pulled myself closer to Adrian and buried my face in his neck. I needed to hide from myself. From the people in the room. From the rush of want that had me begging helplessly against him in a voice that didn't’ sound like my own.
Adrian took his time getting there, though. He pet me some more. Stroking his hot hands up and down my back. He cupped my ass. Gripped my waist. Slid his fingers through my hair. Took me apart with gentle touches and dirty words.
Finally,finallyAdrian slid my shorts down, exposing my ass, freeing my cock and balls. Now bare, Adrian pulled me against him. Thick fingers dug into the meaty cheeks of my ass and disappointment swelled in me when I realized he wasn’t going to touch my cock. He’d exposed me and then went back to grabbing my ass and telling me all the dirty things he wanted to do to it. Meanwhile, blood roared in ears, making my head swim.
“Do you need something?” Adrian asked, his fingers feather-light down the crease of my ass. The tease of a touch drove me far more mad than any other thing he could have done to me in that moment. I was already so keyed up, the gentle way he handled me had me crazy.
I huffed out an annoyed laugh and ground against him, but this time instead of stopping me, he let me.
“Is that what you need?” Adrian purred in my ear. “Do you need to hump my leg?”
I nodded, but I should have known that wouldn’t be good enough for him.
“I need you to use words. Tell me what you need.”
“I need a fucking orgasm,” I told him, not hiding the hitch in my voice when I moved against him in search of much-needed friction. The denim of his pants bit into my skin in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.
Adrian slid a finger down the crease of my ass. That single bit of contact had my dick throbbing. I opened my mouth and kissed Adrian’s neck, buried my wanton noises against his flesh.
My hips bucked and Adrian gripped my cheeks in his hands and spread them apart. God, had I ever felt emptier than I did in that moment? I was hollow. An empty shell with lust poured into it.
“Needy little slut. You should see yourself. You’d spread these cute little cheeks for anyone, wouldn’t you?”