Chapter Fourteen
Grayson
“You’re an asshole. You know that, right?” Adam asks from behind me as I watch Milly drive away.
“Yeah,” I say simply.
“She just needs to clear her head. You knew this was coming,” Adam tells me.
“I know what I said was shitty, but… I’m not saying she doesn’t have a reason to be upset… I just…”
“Dude, she’s overreacting. She’s scared. She’s never been in a healthy relationship but is desperately trying to be self-sufficient. You have to let her find her way. If you hand-feed her all of the answers, you are just enabling her struggles with codependency.”
“I shouldn’t have said that. I shouldn’t have assumed she did it intentionally,” I say.
“No, but you are human, Grayson. If you want to help her learn how to fly, you have to be willing to knock her out of the nest. All we can do is wait for her to find her way back. Maybe that isn’t back here with you, but it will be in a far healthier place than where she came from,” he tells me.
“I texted Thomas. He is going to go to urgent care and sit with her.”
“Yeah. I think that will be good for her,” I say with a sigh. I go back inside and sit on the couch with my head back.
“What’s on your mind?” Adam asks, sitting beside me.
“I’m just stressed,” I admit. “I want to help her, but I can’t help too much, or I’m literally just doing what everyone else has done to her. She wants to be independent, but it’s fucking painful to watch her struggle.”
“I know it is,” Adam says. “You can’t run yourself into the ground, though. It does her no good if you end up driving yourself mad.”
“I just need to destress.”
“How can I help?” Adam asks. I don’t say anything because I don’t know how to answer him. His hands move to my belt, and I should stop him. We shouldn’t do anything until we have told Milly about how close our relationship actually is.
Adam is my best friend, but I also love this man with all that I am. Milly too. The three of us mesh so well together, and I want her to know… But goddamn, I’ve missed him. “Adam,” I say softly, but groan when his hand wraps around my cock.
“We can tell her tonight. We both know she will come back when she is done,” Adam says, slowly stroking me. “I’ve always loved how easily you melt for me, Grayson.”
“That’s so good.” I sigh. Adam leans down and takes just the head of my cock into his mouth, and his tongue is teasing me as he lightly sucks.
The way his tongue flicks across the piercings causes pleasure to shoot up my spine.
When he slowly takes me to the back of his throat, I moan and lift my hips slightly. “Fuck, Adam. Fuck, I love your mouth.”
Adam starts to bob his head up and down as he cups and squeezes my balls. He quickens his pace to the point that my eyes nearly roll back in my head.
“Fuck. Oh, Fuck, Adam,” I moan. I don’t touch him, because I know he will stop if I do. Despite having self-control, Adam stops.
“Go upstairs,” he says simply. I stare at him for a second, but eventually, I get up and go to the master bedroom. Adam follows me up and smiles when I turn. “You know I will happily get on my knees for you, Grayson, but I want to know what you need.”
“I want you to lead,” I admit, almost quietly.
“There is no shame in submission, Grayson,” he reminds me. “You taught me that.”
“I know,” I say.
“Then be a good boy and undress for me,” Adam commands as he unbuttons his jeans.
I watch him as he gets naked, his cock standing at attention for me.
Fuck, that does something to me that I will never understand.
I undress, and he points to the ground in front of him.
No words need to be spoken as I step closer and go to my knees in front of him.
“Hands behind your back and don’t move,” Adam says. I bring my hands behind my back, and he lifts my chin while slowly stroking his cock. I can’t help but lick my lips in anticipation, wanting to beg him to brutalize me. Adam smiles down at me when I open my mouth and extend my tongue.
Adam has this ability to know what I need without having to ask me.
He holds the sides of my face and shoves to the back of my throat before instantly falling into a pace so brutal that it brings tears to my eyes as he fucks my throat.
When my mind can’t quiet down, his force turns down the volume and allows me to breathe.
He breathes calmness into my life, and I love him for it.
He reaches a level of violence where I can’t breathe, and I naturally start to panic.
He knows the exact moment I am going to fight because the moment I pull back, he shoves me to where my back is against the bed.
He groans when I try to push him away, but I love all leverage when he leans into me and starts fucking my mouth deeper and faster to the point that I start gagging.
“That’s it, Grayson. Choke on me,” he grunts as he keeps my head pinned back against the bed. Just as bile starts to rise in my throat, he stops.
“Get up and put your hands on the bed,” he commands harshly. I do, and I drop my head and try to catch my breath as he walks away and goes to the closet. Fuck, he’s really going to torture the stress out of me.
When Adam returns to me, I lift my head as he is pouring lubricant into the automated device that will suck me. I groan when he slides it onto my cock and attaches the strap around my hips to keep it in place. “Standing or on your knees?” he asks.
“Knees,” I say quietly.
“Go on then.”
I sink down to my knees, and it allows me to rest my forearms on the mattress as he coats himself in lube.
I take slow, even breaths, but nothing prepares me for the moment he reaches around me and turns the machine on its highest setting.
“Oh fuck!” I yell out when the device starts sucking as it mimics getting deep-throated by a nympho robot.
It’s moving at inhuman speeds and has me coming in literal seconds.
Mid-orgasm, Adam grabs my hips and surges into my ass, forcing a deep groan out of me as he matches his earlier violence and starts fucking me.
His angry strokes are absolutely brutal, but the world is quiet, and it doesn’t feel so crushing anymore.
Adam saved me from the depths of my depression when all of the trauma I had endured as a kid finally reached a head.
My uncle was caught hurting a little boy on his Little League team and killed himself.
I never got justice, nor did anyone else he hurt.
The guilt of never speaking up about the things he did to me weighed heavily on me, and it was too much to carry alone.
Adam was the one who saw me through that at just nineteen years old.
The first time things got sexual, it was a joke that we took too far, or at least that’s what we claimed.
We were drinking, and I bet him that he could take my cock down his throat without gagging.
Unbeknownst to me, the man is a throat king.
When I realized I was about to come, I stopped him.
Our eyes locked for mere seconds, and I just said, “Lube is in the nightstand.” That was the first time I learned that not only was his cock fucking massive, but I loved it when he made me hurt without being in pain.
It was intense, and yes, painful technically, but nothing will ever be as painful as being raped by a man who was supposed to care about me—protect me.
The next time was the next morning when I woke in bed with Adam.
We were naked, and I wanted to know what it felt like for him.
He woke up to my cock in his ass, and we didn’t talk about it again for months when his on-again-off-again girlfriend cheated on him.
He was sad, so I fucked him until he forgot why he gave a shit in the first place.
It was casual, for the most part, for years.
Mostly, this was because The Society at the time was so heavily against it that it could have gotten us killed.
Now, we are open about it. This situation with the marriage pact has been so hectic that we haven’t been able to tell Milly about us.
I know she will be supportive, but it’s just a matter of not wanting to overwhelm her with information.
The last thing I want to do is add more stress on her, even though that’s what I did with my shitty comment. I shouldn’t have said that.
By the time Adam comes, I have so many times that I am shaking.
He stays buried inside of me as another one is forced out of me, and I am nearly in tears.
Adam pulls out and helps me up before pushing me back to lie so he can remove the device and clean us.
When he returns to my side, I am mostly with it again, so I stand and get dressed.
Before shame can settle in, Adam grabs my face and kisses me. “Was that cheating?” I ask him.
“I don’t think so, but we need to tell her when we see her,” Adam says. I hear my phone ringing downstairs. When it cuts off but starts back up seconds later, it makes my heart drop.
“Something’s wrong,” I say as I rush out of the room. When I get to my phone and see that it’s Thomas, I just know…
“What’s wrong?” I ask as soon as I answer the call.
“Greg ran her off the road. You need to get up to the hospital,” Thomas says.