Page 108 of Naughty November

Maybe I was romanticizing it. It was just sex. By most standards, it hadn’t even been kinky sex. The most kinky thing about it was the thing that affected me the least and that was our audience. I felt their gazes on me now as Adrian had me lift my ass so he could divest me of my shorts. He left them draped around one ankle, hanging on in a way that felt more indecent than if he’d tossed them aside entirely.

Adrian kept me where I was. Cradled in his lap, he spread my legsand slid two slippery fingers inside without preamble. I looped an arm around his shoulders, the other dangling at my side. I started to reach for my cock, but Adrian was quick to bat my hand away.

Lips brushed against my temple. “No touching.”

Adrian’s fingers pressed deeper, harder. They curved and stroked the walls of my channel, punching air out of my lungs in short exhales.

I spiraled down into the sensation of Adrian’s fingers in me. His strong body under me, supporting me. Closing my eyes, I gave myself over to the feelings Adrian stirred up in me. I’d never done anything like this before, but knowing that people could see me come apart, could see the way I spread myself open for Adrian, was exhilarating. I should have been shy, but this was what Adrian wanted. He wanted me spread open, bare for him and everyone else to see.

He shifted around and then more lube dribbled down. His face nuzzled against mine until I got the hint. I turned my head in time for his mouth to find mine. I was already open for him, but he kissed me like I’d tried to deny him something that belonged to him.

His fingers were almost a secondary intrusion to the way his tongue plundered my mouth. I was lost in the sensation. Aching. Desperate. I wanted him to consume every bit of me. How had I existed this long without knowing what it was to be touched this way? How had I never found someone like Adrian until now? How could I possibly walk away from him at the end of the night when all I wanted to do was be his forever?

A third finger pressed inside me and I gasped against Adrian’s mouth. I clung to him then, digging my hand into his hair. My body was no longer my own. It belonged to him and he proved it by bringing me to the brink of release again without so much as a breath touching my cock.

I writhed on his lap, ground myself against his fingers, begged for more in a way that made me feel mindless. I was. All I wanted was this. Whatever he’d give me. My cock throbbed. I was so sensitive from my release earlier that a stiff breeze would have set me off.

Adrian kissed me again. It was like a dance where I was pulled between the two points of entry, unsure of which to lean into more. It made me crazy with need. All the things I’d ever done and wanted todo, the things I’d fantasized about—nothing would compare to the reality of Adrian.

He increased his pace. Lube squelched as he fucked me with his fingers. I spread my legs farther and tried to tilt my body to give him better access. Then suddenly, I was being manhandled, flipped around and pressed down onto the empty couch on my back. Adrian loomed over me and kissed me hard. Our teeth clacked together and I moaned as the new angle allowed him to fuck me harder.

I whimpered and bucked on his fingers. I shoved mine into his hair, clutched the soft strands and kissed him for all I was worth, like it might be the last time I tasted him. I’d only come here to check things out, never thinking I’d stumble into anything. Then Adrian came along and tipped my world on its side.

Though I didn’t believe I had another one in me, Adrian worked me to the ragged edge of pleasure and kept me there. He broke our kiss to look down at me, eyes glimmering with something dark and possessive. Something that said it wanted to keep me as much as I wanted to be kept by him. It might have been the endorphins making me romanticize shit in my head, but I truly thought I could fall in love with him. Maybe I was halfway there already. It was hard to think or breathe, or even move with the way Adrian’s fingers sawed in and out of me. Scissoring. Stretching. Twisting. Blunt fingertips pressed against my prostate and a slow smile spread on Adrian’s face.

“Do you want to come, Angel?”

Fuck. I hated that I loved when he used a nickname. No one had ever given me my own pet name before. And it wasn’t anything miraculous or original, but it felt like it made me his.

“Please.” I clung to him like he was the only thing in the universe left to cling to.

“Please what?” he asked, staring me down. Daring me. Challenging me to own that part of myself I was hesitant to acknowledge.

“Please what?” he repeated, asking me to give it to him, that little desire that held me back, that kept me from reaching for things I wanted in case people saw too much. But Adrian had seen it, and he wanted more of it.

So I gave it to him. I surrendered the last part of myself that held back.

“Please, Daddy. Please let me come.”

Adrian’s smile was the sun after a winter of darkness. “You can come, Angel. Come for Daddy. Show me how sweet you are.”

He hadn’t even finished speaking when I started to come. Having already orgasmed once, I was shocked that I had anything left in me. Cum only dribbled out of my cock, but my entire body shook and jerked from the force of the pleasure ripping through me, tearing me apart.

Putting me back together.

As my orgasm abated, Adrian kept touching me. Kept kissing me. The corners of my mouth. My cheek. Jaw. Neck. Mouth again, with tongue and exhales like he was breathing me back to life. He gently pulled his fingers out of me and I missed them. Felt impossibly empty without them.

We kissed until my face ached and I had to stop. Until my lungs burned from lack of oxygen and my head swam. Then he pulled me back into his lap and held me. I didn’t care that I was half dressed. That my shorts had disappeared and were probably on the floor or maybe gone entirely. I didn’t need them anyway. Right in that moment, all I needed was Adrian.

He stroked his fingers through my hair and somehow a blanket appeared, and he covered me with it. I didn’t realize that I was cold until I felt the warmth of the soft fabric wrap around me. Adrian made me drink more water and he gave me snacks and finally, when my head started to clear and my pulse had returned to normal, I realized that I was still on his lap, still clinging to him like I was terrified to let him go.

The fear lingered, but I made myself let go.

“Are you okay, Riley?” Adrian asked.

I laughed at the absurdity of the question. Of course I was okay. Why wouldn’t I be after having the kind of sex I’d never let myself want? Why wouldn’t I be fine when I’d found someone who felt like he fit perfectly against me, into all my cracks and spaces. Like he was the answer to questions I’d never asked.

“I’m—” I wanted to say fine. To speak the lie and make it truth.