Adrien and I walk to the parking lot, our conversation is a jumbled mess, neither of us wanting the night to end. By some stroke of destiny, or so my hopeful heart preferred, our cars are parked next to each other.
“So,” Adrien asks, his voice a low rumble that sends a delicious shiver down my spine, “are you going to follow me, or do you want a ride?”
“A ride sounds good,” I blurt out, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. My cheeks burn as the realization hits me – following him seems safer, but wouldn’t riding together be more… intimate?
“I, uh, actually, following you might be better,” I stammer, feeling my anxiety rise, a knot tightening in my stomach at the possibilities that await.
A hint of a smile plays on Adrien’s lips, his eyes gleaming. He cupped my face, his touch sending a surge of electricity through me. I lean in, and a flicker of hesitation dances across me. We are out in the open, anyone can see us… His kiss is soft and exploratory, a promise of more to come. But just as quickly, he pulls away.
“See you soon, cutie,” he says.
He winks a gesture that feels more intimate than the kiss I’d craved. My heart hammers against my ribs as he climbs into his car. With a mixture of excitement and trepidation, I get into my car and follow him, the thrill of the unknown a powerful undercurrent beneath my churning emotions.
Following Adrien, a mental storm rages within me. Every passing streetlight feels like a spotlight, illuminating the potential for disaster. A quick glance at my phone screen reveals no missed calls – a temporary reprieve, but the disquiet remains. What if, just what if, Tatiana finally decides to check up on me tonight? The lie about the late meeting feels flimsy all of a sudden, a poorly constructed dam against a rising tide of doubt. My grip tightens on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white as the what-ifs gnaw at the edges of my excitement.
Adrien pulls into the driveway of a grand, two-story house. Its windows glowed warmly, casting an inviting light on the night. He climbs out smoothly, and a wave of doubt washes over me. Maybe I should just leave. I could say I wasn’t feeling well.
But then, all of a sudden, my door swings open. Adrien stands beside me, hand outstretched. I look up into those magnificent green eyes and feel a wave of surrender wash over me. Taking a deep breath, I reach out, a flicker of worry dancing in my gut, and take his hand. The warmth of his touch, laced with a faint citrus scent, is both comforting and electrifying. Slowly, I climb out of the car.
He holds me close, whispering, “No pressure at all. Feeling a little nervous? We can wait another night, or, maybe grab a drink as friends instead.”
With as much confidence as I can muster, I slowly shake my head, meeting his gaze. A sliver of hope flickers in my chest. Maybe this won’t be a reckless mistake after all. “No, I want to,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady. “Can we go inside?”
Adrien’s smile, as beautiful as ever, blooms across his face. A hint of relief softens his features. “Okay, let’s go inside,” he says softly.
As we enter Adrien’s house, the aroma of warm spices tickles my nose, a comforting contrast to the cool night air. Pictures adorn the walls, each one a snapshot of his life – family vacations, laughing friends, a triumphant grin after a race. The space holds a lived-in warmth, a stark contrast to the sterile emptiness of my place with Tatiana.
A pang of longing shoots through me at the sight of those pictures. A life shared, memories built. It was a feeling I desperately craved, yet simultaneously dreaded.
Adrien, his warm hand still holding mine, offers a choice. “Drinks first, or straight to the bedroom?”
A daring idea sparks in my mind. “Can we have those drinks in your bedroom?” I ask, surprised by my boldness.
A slow smile spreads across Adrien’s face. “Of course,” he replies, his eyes twinkling with delight. He leads me upstairs, the silence charged with unspoken desires.
The bedroom is a haven of clean lines and muted tones. A king-sized bed, immaculate and inviting, dominated the space. Not a single wrinkle marred its surface. As Adrien gestures towards it, I can’t help but imagine myself sinking into its plush embrace.
“Have a seat,” Adrien says, as he turns to leave. “I’ll get those drinks.” He pauses at the doorway, a playful glint in his eyes. “Make yourself comfortable,” he winks, the gesture igniting a fire within me.
The moment Adrien’s footsteps fade down the hall, a whirlwind of emotions sweeps through me. Should I try to appear seductive? But the truth is, I feel utterly out of my depth in this game. With a sigh, I decide on comfort, discarding my clothes and leaving a trail that leads from the top of the stairs to the bedroom door. A playful hope flickers within me – maybe it will add a touch of intrigue.
Just as I settle under the covers, the sound of approaching footsteps excites me. The bedroom door creaks open, and Adrien fills the doorway, his naked form sculpted in the soft light. The drinks he holds seem an afterthought, forgotten in the face of the raw desire simmering in the air.
My breath caught in my throat, and the words tumbled out. “I don’t need a drink,” I whisper, with longing. “I just want you.”
A slow smile spreads across Adrien’s face, a hint of surprise mingling with something deeper. He places the drinks on the dresser with a soft thud, and then, with a swift movement, he slides next to me under the covers, his body warm and inviting against mine. Silence descends, thick with unspoken desires, as we hold each other close.
Being held by Adrien, a wave of contentment washes over me. I hadn’t felt this happy, this safe, in years. The weight of loneliness that had become a constant companion seems to melt away in the warmth of his embrace.
Gazing into Adrien’s eyes, a silent conversation unfolds. Desire simmers, unspoken yet undeniable. I lean in, and our lips meet in a soft, searching kiss. My hands explore his form, tracing the contours of his muscles, memorizing every inch with a newfound intimacy.
A wave of heat washes over me, and a primal hunger pulses through my veins. I crave more, a deeper exploration. My touch lingers on a sensitive spot, and a shiver dances across Adrien’s body. A low moan escapes his lips, a sound that touches my inner core.
A primal hunger gnaws at me. My touch grows bolder, a slow descent as I eagerly seek the pleasure I crave. With each downward stroke, gasps escape Adrien’s lips, his body arching against mine in a silent plea. Heat coils in my core, intensifying with every wet caress.
Reaching my target, I part my lips and engulf him fully, savouring the taste and raw scent. Moans erupt from Adrien, his body tensing as pleasure surges through him. Here, at the heart of his pleasure, I linger the warmth of his erection a delicious contrast to the coolness of my mouth. I revel in the sounds and sensations, the responding moans that vibrate through him a symphony of desire.
A sharp command shatters the intensity. “Stop,” Adrien rasps, his voice thick with desire and something else, a hint of control I haven’t sensed before.
Frustration shoots through me. The delicious tension dissipates as quickly as it has built. Confusion clouds my mind. Have I done something wrong? Did I misread the signals? Shame burns hot in my cheeks as I mumble, voice barely a whisper, “Did I do something wrong?”
A wry smile plays on his lips. “No, sweetheart,” he reassures me. “But you already gave me my treat earlier. Now, it’s your turn.”
The sting of rejection lingers for a moment, but a primal heat pulses through me nonetheless. Climbing back up Adrien’s body, I chase away the confusion with a fervour that surprises even myself. Each kiss, a desperate plea and a renewed offering. Reaching his face, I lock eyes with him, the emerald depths swirling with unspoken desires. A jumble of emotions wars within me – a yearning for connection, a raw hunger for his touch. Words seem to fail me, so I simply stare, my desire burning brightly.
Adrien’s gaze holds mine for a beat longer, then a slow smile spreads across his face. In a swift, unexpected movement, he flips me onto my back, the dominance in his eyes a stark contrast to the playful amusement of moments ago. Straddling me, his weight a delicious pressure, he leans down, “Rough or gentle, sweetheart?”. The question confuses me, shattering the fragile emotional connection we have begun to build.
The question hangs heavy in the air, a foreign concept that leaves me flustered. “Do you want it rough or gentle?” Adrien repeats.
My mind blanks, the heat spreading from my core scorching my cheeks. Is this some kind of game? A primal urge battles with a sudden wave of shyness. Mumbling more to myself than him, I stammer, “Uh, gentle please?” My voice barely a whisper, I bite my bottom lip nervously, hoping I hadn’t misread the situation.
The confusion on my face must be comical because a soft chuckle rumbles in Adrien’s chest. “Okay, lover, gentle it is.” He settles himself on top of me, the solid weight a delicious pressure.
As he positions himself, the heat between our bodies intensifies. The press of his erection against my straining length ignites a fire within me. A strangled moan escapes my lips, a sound both surprising and arousing.
Adrien leans down, his breath hot against my ear. He doesn’t speak, just focuses on a single, sensitive spot – my earlobe. His teeth graze the soft flesh. A primal moan rips from my throat, a sound raw and desperate. My hips writhe and buck beneath him, the frustration morphing into a fierce need. In that moment, all I crave is the feel of him filling me, anyway I can have him.
My body trembles with longing as I moan out, my voice thick with desire. “I want you in me,” I gasp, desperate for his touch.
Adrien spreads my legs apart and his tongue finds its way to my forbidden hole. The sensation is unlike anything I have ever felt before; waves of ecstasy wash over me, threatening to consume me entirely. I struggle to hold on, to not give in too soon.
Adrien lets out a small chuckle. “You like that, hmm?” he asks, teasingly. All I can manage is a weak nod, my words lost in the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me.
With each flick of his talented tongue, my moans grow louder and more frenzied. And then suddenly, it’s gone. His tongue retreats from my rosebud, leaving me wanting more. Adrien gets up and opens his nightstand drawer, retrieving a bottle of lube and a butt plug.
“I want the real thing,” I say eagerly, not wanting to settle for a mere toy.
Adrien winks at me and replies, “The toy is for me.” He coats the toy with lube and inserts it into his ass, watching me intently as he does so. My excitement grows as I watch him pleasure himself before turning his attention back to me.
He slicks his finger with lube and begins gently playing with my love hole, causing me to writhe beneath him in delirious pleasure. “Put it in,” I beg breathlessly.
Adrien slides his finger into my virgin asshole, taking care to go slowly at first. But as my moans grow louder and my pleas for more become desperate, he picks up speed, driving me wild with need.
And then suddenly, without warning, I erupt in a powerful climax, my body trembles and convulses as my white milky juice flies from me and lands on my face and in my mouth. “Mmmm, yum,” I moan in satisfaction.
I lay motionless, spent and satisfied, as Adrien allows me to pull him down so that I can feel his warm skin against mine. “Hold me,” I whisper, desperate for his touch.
We lay intertwined, our bodies moulded together in afterglow. I kiss Adrien tenderly and murmur a soft “thank you.”
But he only replies, “We’re not done yet. We’re just getting started.”
