Chapter Fifty
Adrian
G rabbing my bag off the floor with my free hand, I follow Blake down the hallway until we stop in front of a partially closed door.
When I stayed the night with her about a week and a half ago, I was too focused on her to really pay attention to any of the details in the low-lit room and unfortunately couldn’t linger in the morning because of classes.
The space isn’t cluttered and is pretty minimal with a queen size bed covered with too many pillows and a few soft blankets, a simple desk, a full length mirror, and chair set up nearby. There are some lights pinned to her roof along with the glow-in-the-dark stars. I noticed them the last time and remembered thinking that I hadn’t seen them since I was a kid.
She has a few shelves and prints on her walls, but the most noticeable is a collage. It caught my eye the other night, though I didn’t get to look at it. Before I even step up to it, I know what I’ll find—years’ worth of memories of Blake, Margo, and Meera. It ranges from when they met at twelve, and goes to Thanksgiving in New York City, with new ones added from the last few months.
“Margo and Meera helped me set that up,” Blake explains and wraps her arms around me from behind, peeking her head around my side to look with me. “And then I helped them put one in the apartment they share in New York.”
There’s a wistful tone to her comment, so I can’t help but ask, “Do you wish you had moved with them?”
I’m not sure why it comes out. She’s never given me the impression that’s what she wants, but now that she has a plan for college, I can’t help wondering if maybe that’s where she’d want to apply for a program.
Immediately, she puts any potential anxieties to rest when she shakes her head with certainty. “No. I miss them like crazy, and I wish they could reach their goals from San Diego, but I’ve honestly never had much of a desire to leave Amada Beach,” she admits. “I don’t know what that says about me.”
Turning in her arms so I can wrap my own around her, I assure her, “It means you care about your community and want to create a life near your family. It’s one of the things I love about you.”
Her grin grows, and fuck, it’s beautiful. The novelty of hearing those three words from each other hasn’t faded yet, and truthfully, I hope it never does.
“And it’s a good thing,” I continue. “I’m not saying you couldn’t create a program in a city like New York—but here, you have your family’s support as well as the town’s.” Running my hand down the back of her head and settling it on the nape of her neck, I add, “And me. You have my unconditional support as long as you want it, Blake.”
She stands on her tip-toes and wraps her hands around my neck, pulling us closer. “Good. Because I was kind of hoping I’d have you to build this thing with.”
Her lips meet mine, and I fall into the kiss for a while. It’s hard not to let myself get too lost in the moment, but I pull back, too focused on her words.
“Do you mean that? You want me to be a part of this next chapter in your life?” It sends a thrilling spark through me to think about being Blake’s partner in this.
She said she liked that word— partner . I’m still figuring out what that means in the context of us. And I would never have assumed that Blake would want me to be involved in this going forward.
However, if she’s asking, my answer is ‘fuck yes .’
She bites her lip and looks up at me. “Yeah, I do,” she whispers. “I mean, you helped me get here… for better or worse,” she teasingly adds.
“Then I’m in this with you. Every step of the way.”
That seems to be enough for her for now because she just grabs my jaw and practically climbs up my body. I grip her thighs, hoist her up to my waist and walk us to the bed. It’s a short walk, but her lips don’t leave mine once.
Dropping onto the edge of the bed, I hold her in my lap and guide her hips as she grinds against me. Her kisses mingle with the raspy moans she doesn’t try to hide from me.
My hands squeeze her ass harder, and she throws her head back, letting out one of the most erotic sounds I’ve ever heard. As she continues to ride my lap, I move my mouth down her neck and unbutton the pajama top she’s wearing.
Almost missing it from being too caught up in my desire for her, I pull back and take her in. She’s wearing a red lace bra that contrasts her soft, milky skin fucking beautifully. It’s sheer and gives me the perfect view of her peaked nipples. One of my hands glides up her side and cups her tit, my thumb running against the bud.
“You buy this for me, pretty girl?” She nods, looking at me through her lashes. There’s a coy energy to her now, but I get the feeling it’s more of an act than anything.
And I know for a fact I’ve never been harder than I am right now. I desperately need to be buried in her tight pussy immediately.
“I’m one lucky fucking man.” She smashes our mouths together again, sliding her hot, little tongue against mine. Against her lips, I ask, “Is it a matching set?”
Instead of answering, she climbs off of me and bites her lip. Leaning back onto my elbows, I watch as she slides the matching pajama shorts down and reveals a tiny scrap of red fabric. It barely covers the short, dark curls between her thighs, but it’s my favorite wet dream come to life.
“Come here. Right now,” I tell her. And she obediently crawls up my body and settles herself over my hard cock. Knowing that it’s better we don’t waste too much time, we make quick work of my shirt and pants, taking off my underwear and pajama pants in one go.
She leans down to kiss me again, and I realize something important. “Wait,” I grab her shoulders and gently push her back. “Fuck. I didn’t bring any condoms… I didn’t think we’d do this tonight.”
“Oh,” she murmurs and crawls off my body. Immediately, I regret my words even though I know it’s the responsible choice for both of us.
As I watch her crawl to one of her nightstands and open the drawer, I realize that she’s grabbing something.
Then her hand pops out with a strip of four condoms. She falls on her stomach and looks at me over her shoulder.
I grab the aluminum packets from her and tease, “Wow, only four left? Red flag .”
She rolls her eyes, shyness creeping out. “I stole them from your nightstand a few nights ago. I did prepare for this.”
“And thank fuck you did.” Lightly, I slap her ass. It isn’t hard enough to even be considered spanking, just enough to watch the way it jiggles from the contact. “Pretty and smart,” I muse.
Laughing, she moves to turn onto her back, but I grab one of the round globes to stop her. “I want you like this.” To punctuate my point, I tap the side of her ass again.
She lets out a deep breath that has a hint of a whimper mixed in and nods. “Yes, yes.” Pressing her head into the mattress as I massage her bottom more, she quietly demands, “Fuck me.”
I’m already tearing open one of the packets as she spreads her legs wider and lifts her hips a couple inches off the bed.
“Even with this on”—I snap the string of fabric between her ass cheeks—“I can see how wet you are, baby.”
“I want you so bad,” she whines.
Rolling the condom on, I tilt my head and take in the beautiful sight in front of me. Blake laid out in front of me—at my mercy and with her trust in my hands—her arousal already soaking through her panties. And I haven’t even really touched her yet.
“I love seeing how desperate you are for my cock,” I smirk while sliding the thin scrap of fabric to the side and working two fingers into her. Her hips are already bucking against the mattress and she’s clawing at the sheets, looking for a fullness I’ll soon give her.
“I love when you’re buried deep inside me. I need it.” She cries out when I remove my fingers from her.
“You do, huh?” Aligning the tip of my cock to her tight, wet entrance, I slide home in one, long thrust. “Like this, baby? This is what you need?”
“Yes, yes, yes ,” she chants, those words turning into my name, as I start to thrust into her at a rigorous pace.
And hearing the way she gasps for air while I’m stretching her around my cock, is easily my favorite sound in the world now.
“I could stay here all fucking night, pretty girl, but we don’t have that time right now.” Positioning myself better behind her, I reach around her body—one hand gripping her breast and pinching her nipple through the fabric, the other finds her clit and starts to work the sensitive bundle of nerves. “You’re going to come for me quick and hard—then the next time you’re home with me, I’ll spend hours worshipping your perfect fucking body the way you deserve. Understand?”
“Yes, Adrian,” she cries out. “I understand. Make me come.”
Something catches my eye and when I turn to the left, I realize that we’re almost aligned with the tall mirror propped next to the bed. Making a quick decision, I pull out of her, ignoring her soft whine, and wrap my arm around her torso.
“What—oh,” she cuts off when I position our bodies directly in front of the mirror. Blake falls forward, catching herself on her elbows and arching her back.
Sliding my cock back into her, I don’t stop until I’m fully sheathed in her wet heat. After a second, I pull out to the tip and drive into her again, gaining speed with every thrust. I’m never rough with her but she does love when I give it to her hard and fast. “Look at us,” I command in a low voice.
“What?” she asks, not seeming to process my words right away. Her head turns and those hooded eyes widen at the sight. I watch her take in how she looks while overcome by her pleasure.
It’s a beautiful sight—and one that belongs solely to me now.
From the way her walls grip me even tighter, I know she loves it just as much as I do.
Pumping my hips faster, I focus on her pleasure and do my best to ignore the building tension in my own body. Either Blake realizes how limited our time is, or this view is the hottest fucking thing she’s ever seen, but it doesn’t take long for her body to tense undermine and her wet heat strangles my cock.
I keep pounding my hips into her until she falls limply on the bed. Knowing she’s pleased and exhausted now, I grip onto her hips and pistol into her relentlessly, reveling in the way her pussy twitches around me in aftershocks.
“Yes, Adrian, yes,” she quietly whimpers, and tries to move her hips in time with mine despite her fatigue.
It’s enough to send me over the edge and I drown in my pleasure—coming inside of her, almost wishing there wasn’t the barrier there.
Dropping down to my forearms, I hold my weight over her, not pulling out yet. Instead, I let us both catch our breath and kiss along her shoulders and spine.
After a few minutes, she turns her head enough to give me a long, carnal kiss before saying, “Let’s get ready for bed.”
Nodding against her neck, I ask, “Where am I sleeping?”
“Uhm? Here ? Where else would you sleep?”
Leaning back, I pull out of her and try to ignore the breathy whimper that escapes her. “Are you sure that’s okay?”
She turns on her back and untangles her legs from me. She lays them open around my legs, and even though she’s still in the red lingerie set, I can see every inch of her.
“Of course it’s okay. Plus, they can’t really catch us doing anything if we already did it,” she jokes. I smile, but don’t speak. She leans up onto her elbows and tells me point blank, “I want you here, Adrian. With me in my bed.”
And that’s all it takes.
Because when I told Blake that I would give her anything she asks for, I meant it. So I grab a towel from her closet, and clean both of us off. I watch as she changes out of the lingerie, putting her cute Christmas pajamas back on. While she’s in the bathroom, I get dressed and clean up any evidence.
When I come back from getting ready for bed, I find Blake waiting for me with the covers folded down. Leaving her bedroom door open, I slide into the spot next to her, and she wraps her body around mine, quickly falling asleep in my arms.
And for the hundredth time tonight, I can’t help but think about how great all my Christmases could be if they’re spent together.