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 with desire. He moves closer and, with a feather-light touch, cups my face. The pads of his fingers trace an arc along my cheekbones, sending a surge of electricity through me.
I lean in, a flicker of hesitation dancing across me. We’re out in the open, in the dim light of a crowded parking lot. Anyone can see us… The potential for discovery, the thrill of the unknown, only heightens my anticipation.
The air is filled with our laboured breathing, a mix of anticipation and longing, while the hum of distant cars fills the background. A nearby streetlight casts a faint yellow glow upon us, and the scent of jasmine from a nearby garden mingles with the night air.
Adrien’s lips meet mine, his tongue tracing the curve of my lower lip in a soft, exploratory caress that promises more to come. My hands find their way to his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my fingertips. I part my lips, tasting the hint of cinnamon from the gum he’s chewing, mingled with his unique flavour.
Our bodies align, and I feel his solidness, warmth, and power. He deepens the kiss, and for a fleeting moment, I forget about the potential for discovery; I am lost in the moment, carried away by the heat of our connection.
But just as quickly, he pulls away, leaving me wanting. A gasp escapes me, a sound of longing and desire.
“See you soon, cutie,” he says.
He winks, a gesture more intimate than the kiss I’d craved. My heart hammers against my ribs as he climbs into his car. With excitement and trepidation, I get into my car and follow him, the thrill of the unknown a powerful undercurrent beneath my churning emotions.
My mind is a whirlwind of doubt and fear as I follow Adrien. Each passing streetlight feels like a searing spotlight, exposing my every move and casting a harsh light on the potential for disaster.
The silence of my phone provides little comfort, unease simmering like a ticking time bomb, threatening to explode at any moment.
My fingers clench the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. I can’t help but wonder if Tatiana will suddenly decide to check up on me, shattering the fragile illusion of the late meeting.
The lie seems ready to crumble, and I’m left with the feeling of vulnerability, of being completely exposed. The weight of the deception, the guilt, and the desire, all fighting for control, and the what-ifs gnaw at me, fueling the storm as my emotions threaten to spill over, and I struggle to keep them in check.
I can’t deny the excitement, the thrill, and the promise of what’s to come. Yet, the fear of being discovered and the potential consequences of my actions loom large, threatening to overshadow the anticipation.
Adrien pulls into the driveway of a grand, two-story house. Its windows glow warmly, casting an inviting light on the night. He climbs out smoothly, and a wave of doubt washes over me. Maybe I should 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 gaze into his magnificent green eyes, a wave of surrender washes over me, and a sense of tranquillity takes hold.
Taking a deep, shuddering breath, I reach out. As I take his hand, I feel a flicker, a spark of worry, a fleeting thought, and I know, despite all the fear, doubt, and guilt, that I am ready to take this step, to embrace this moment and what comes next.
The warmth of his touch, laced with a faint citrus scent, comforts and electrifies me. As I slip from the car, I am met, not with pressure, but with a tender embrace and a soft and inviting whisper: “No pressure. Take all the time you need. We can wait, or we can share a drink just as friends.”
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 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 second Adrien’s footsteps recede down the hallway, a storm of sensations crashes through me. Should I try to pose seductively? But the truth is, I’m overwhelmed by this seductive dance, my confidence vanishing like a mirage. With a heavy sigh, I choose to embrace comfort, shedding my clothes. I take them to the hallway and leave a trail that leads from the top of the stairs into the bedroom. A playful spark glimmers within me, a hint of mischief that adds a touch of intrigue.
As I slip under the covers, a shiver of anticipation runs down my spine; the sound of approaching footsteps sends a jolt of electricity through my veins. The bedroom door creaks open, revealing Adrien’s naked body, bathed in the soft glow of the hallway light. The drinks in his hands are forgotten, dwarfed by the raw, primal desire that radiates from him.
My breath catches in my throat, and my whispered confession tumbles forth, laden with longing. “I don’t need a drink,” I murmur, barely above a whisper. “I just want you.”
A slow, sensual smile spreads across Adrien’s face. He places the drinks on the dresser with a soft thud, and then, with a single, swift movement, he slides into the bed beside me, his warm, inviting form pressing against mine.
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.
I can feel Adrien’s desire radiating off of him as his gaze holds me captive. Without a word, he pulls me close, and our lips meet in a passionate kiss. His strong arms encircle me as I feel the heat of his bare skin against mine.
I breathe in the musky scent of his arousal. I can’t help but feel a surge of primal hunger. I run my hands over his chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles under my fingertips.
Adrien’s hands explore my body, his fingertips tracing a path down my back. He reaches my ass, and his grip tightens, pulling me closer to him. I gasp as he grinds his hips against mine, his cock throbbing against my leg.
I reach for his cock, already slick with his arousal. Using his wetness as lube, I stroke him gently at first, then quicken my pace. The sound of his moans fills my ears, his body tense with pleasure.
I start to lightly kiss his chest, making 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.
I wrap my lips around Adrien’s throbbing cock, taking him deeper into my mouth with each hungry stroke. I swirl my tongue around the head, savouring the salty taste and musky scent of his arousal. I moan softly, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.
I pull back, my lips making a wet popping sound as they leave his cock. I look up at him, my eyes shining with desire as I tease him. I lick my lips, savouring his taste. I can feel his cock twitch in anticipation, begging for more.
I take him in my mouth again, my lips and tongue working in tandem to drive him wild. His hands in my hair, gripping tightly as he thrusts his hips, fucking my mouth. I breathe through my nose, the scents of his arousal and sweat filling my senses.
I can feel his balls tighten, the pre-cum leaking from his cock. I moan, the vibrations sending him closer to the edge.
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, my voice barely whispering, “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 momentarily, 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 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 starkly contrasting 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’m not misreading 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. All I crave is the feeling of him filling me anyway he can.
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 puts them over his shoulders. His hands roam over my body, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin. He reaches my ass, giving it a playful slap before spreading my cheeks apart. I feel his warm breath on my hole and moan in anticipation.
His tongue delves into my forbidden hole, the sensation unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I struggle to hold on to the edge of my release, my hips bucking as I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
“You like that, hmm?” Adrien asks teasingly. All I can manage is a weak nod, my words lost in the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me.
He continues to tease me, his tongue flicking and swirling around my hole. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, but I don’t want to cum yet. I want to savour this moment, to let it stretch out for as long as possible.
Just as I’m about to reach my peak, Adrien pulls away. I let out a whimper of disappointment. He pulls out a bottle of lube and a butt plug, and I can’t help but feel a twinge of annoyance. I want him inside me, not some toy.
“I want the real thing,” I say, my voice husky with desire.
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 he fucks himself before turning his attention back to me.
Spreading my cheeks apart, his tongue finds its way back to my hole. Waves of ecstasy wash over me, threatening to consume me entirely. I struggle to hold on, not to give in too soon. As I near my peak again, Adrien pulls away again. I give him my saddest eyes and whine, “Stop teasing.”
While smiling seductively at me, Adrien 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.
As Adrien’s finger slips inside my tight, virgin asshole, I am filled with lust and desire. He takes his time, going slowly at first, allowing me to adjust to the new sensation. But as my moans grow louder and my pleas for more become desperate, he picks up speed.
His finger curls inside me, hitting all the right spots and sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. The feeling of his finger inside me, the sensation of him touching me in such an intimate way, it’s all too much to bear. I can feel myself getting closer and closer, ready to explode at any moment.
But Adrien doesn’t stop there. He adds a second finger, stretching me open even further. The feeling is intense and overwhelming, but I don’t want him to stop. I want more; I need more.
I explode in a powerful climax, my body trembling and convulsing as white, milky streams shoot from me, landing on my face and filling my mouth. “Mmmm, yum,” I moan, savouring the taste and sensation.
Spent and satisfied, I lay motionless; I feel Adrien’s warmth as he moves closer. I pull him down, needing his touch. “Hold me,” I whisper, my voice filled with longing.
We lie intertwined, our bodies moulded together in the afterglow. I kiss Adrien tenderly, murmuring a soft “Thank you.”
He smiles and replies, “We’re not done yet. We’re just getting started,” sending a thrilling shiver of anticipation through me.
