Page 105 of Naughty November

I shook my head. Every word he whispered dragged me further under his spell. Enchanted. Bewitched.

“You. Just you,” I told him, thrusting against his leg again. God, I wanted skin, though. His skin on my skin. I wanted his warmth. I wanted to feel his cock against my cock.

“That’s right. They can look, but they can’t touch, can they?”

Every syllable out of Adrian’s mouth made me want to thrust against him, but he held me still, captured me against him in a way that felt like he controlled every move I made. If he wanted me to fuck myself raw on the scratchy denim, I would. All he had to do was ask.

Adrian turned his head and ran the tip of his nose over my cheek. His lips brushed against me leaving trails of fire. I hauled him closer with one arm, keeping it hooked around his neck as I slipped my free hand down his body, giving him plenty of time to stop me. He didn’t.

I slid my hand down and cupped his bulge through his pants. Fuck, Adrian was huge. And hard. And grinding against me now, pressing his cock into my hand like it belonged there.

“Something you want?” he asked. His words felt obscene, even more than the fingers he had resting in my ass crack. Even more than my exposed flesh was the way he saw right through me. The way he pulled me in. Already this was the hottest thing I’d done in maybe years, maybe in all my sexual history, and so far we’d barely doneanything. It was all sensation. Anticipation. Unquenchable thirst flayed open for all to see.

“You can touch me, Riley. Take my cock out. Maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you suck it later. Maybe I’ll lay you down and fuck your throat with it.” Adrian’s voice took on a darker, lustier quality.

I fought to get his pants open, but succeeded after a bit of a struggle. Adrian didn’t help me. He toyed with my body. Dragged his fingers up and down the crease of my ass. Dug them in between, gently probed my hole. Adrian’s fingers trailed up my spine, leaving shivers in their wake.

Fuck, Adrian had a nice cock. Thick. Long. The kind of dick that could ruin a man for anyone else. My mouth watered and I had to fight to tear my gaze away from it. I started to stroke Adrian, and he grabbed my wrist.

I stood transfixed as he pulled my hand away, lifted it, palm upturned. His eyes, the color of cornflowers, made contact with mine and he held my gaze for a beat. A year. A lifetime. Before spitting in my palm and pushing my hand back down between his legs.

I let out a helpless noise and my hips rocked, thrusting against him. Fuck. I was already so close to coming that I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t do anything but pump against him and try to jerk at the same time. I was uncoordinated in my lust. Sloppy. Uninhibited. Utterly relieved when Adrian pulled my hand away and lifted my arm, placing it back around his neck with the other one.

Adrian held my stare, a little smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Slowly, he pressed his index finger into my mouth. “Suck. Get it nice and wet.”

I couldn’t hold eye contact for another second and not come all over him. I let my eyelids flutter shut and I did as I was told. His finger tasted unremarkable. Like skin and salt. Sex and sin. Like everything I needed.

When he removed the spit-slicked digit from my mouth, he replaced it with his tongue. He kissed slowly. Languidly. Intensifying the heat that simmered between us. I gasped when he breached my hole.

“That’s right, Riley. Fuck yourself on my finger. Use me to get yourself off.”

God. It was too much, but not enough.

Too much vulnerability. Too much of him seeing through me. Too much sensation slamming into me from all different directions. But not enough friction. Not enough control. Not enough Adrian inside my body.

FOUR

ADRIAN

The more undone Riley became, the more gorgeous he was. His hole was tight around my finger and it made me want to know what it would be like to have him in all the ways. Riley writhed against me, grinding his impossibly hard cock against me.

I studied his face. The scrunch of his eyebrows and the pretty red mouth, lips parted like an invitation. I didn’t miss the way Riley winced as he worked himself against my pants. The rough denim could be fun for another time, but tonight I wanted Riley to feel nothing but pleasure. Not pain-pleasure.

He whimpered when I gently slipped my finger out of his ass. He pressed himself against me even harder like he was trying to touch as much of me at once as he possibly could.

“Please,” he begged brokenly, his voice scratchy and filled with torment.

“Shhh. It’s okay, Angel.” I slid my pants down to my knees. “I wanted to feel you on my skin. Is that okay?” My mouth drifted to his ear and I grazed the shell with my lips, my tongue.

Riley shivered. Moaned. Rocked against me and let out the softest sound.

“That’s right,” I told him. “Take what you need. Everyone here is watching how sweet you are right now. How slutty you are for me, how needy. They’re watching you grind your pretty cock on my leg and they’re wishing it was their leg. They’re greedy for you.”

Riley made a strangled sound, maybe fear, maybe lust. I couldn’t decipher it, whatever it was, but Riley started begging. He was nearly mindless already, writhing and humping against me.

“Please, please, Sir. I need you inside me.” Riley’s words trembled out of him as he begged over and over, each word sweeter and more desperate than the last.

I made him suck my finger again. Spit wasn’t the best lube, but I liked the way he held my gaze at first, fellating my digit like it was my cock. Sucking and swirling his tongue and doing obscene things that made my cock leak in response.