Chapter 27 Adrian
Adrian
Vince settles over me slowly, every inch of him bare, careful in a way that makes my whole body ache with anticipation.
His weight presses me into the couch, his body fitting against mine as if he has been shaped to match every curve I carry.
For a moment, he does not move, push, or grind.
He leans down, so close that his forehead brushes mine, and whispers the smallest word.
“Hi.”
It slips out of him like he is a teenager again, nervous and undone by me. My throat tightens, and I cannot help smiling even as my eyes burn.
“Hi,” I whisper back.
The sound cracks something open between us.
His mouth hovers above mine, our breaths mingling, and then his lips press down softly, reverent, as if he has been waiting a lifetime to ask permission.
I kiss him back, my hands dragging up his arms, across his shoulders, and down his spine.
I want to feel all of him. I want to keep him.
I thread my fingers through his hair, feeling the warmth of his scalp and the tremor in his body as he holds himself back. His eyes search mine, asking without words, and I nod, shivering at the intensity between us.
When he finally pushes his long, girthy cock inside me, the world stops.
I grip him, shuddering as he fills me, not just my body but the parts of me I’ve kept hidden.
A gasp tears free before I can stop it. His eyes stay locked on mine, searching and making sure.
His breath stutters as if he is just as undone and just as desperate.
“Baby…you feel unreal,” he gasps between breaths. He sinks in fully, and we stay there, breathing each other in as if the universe has been holding this moment for us.
I cup his face, thumb brushing sweat from his temple. Tears slip free from my eye before I can stop them. “You’re finally here.”
His gaze flickers down my body and back to my face. There is fire in it, yes, but something steadier, more terrifying in its depth. “And I’m not going anywhere.”
The first thrust is slow, measured, almost tender.
The second breaks me open. By the third, we are no longer careful.
The rhythm builds, harder and deeper, the wet slap of skin echoing around us as I gasp his name over and over.
Every stroke drives through me like a promise, pulling ragged sounds from my throat I did not know I could make.
His grip tightens on my hips, forcing me to take him deeper.
Pleasure and surrender blur until I cannot tell where he ends and I begin.
The thrusts grow stronger, each one a release of the years he has been denied, a reclaiming of every second apart.
This is only the first of countless shared moments.
But his movements are raw and unrelenting, revealing how long he has hungered for this.
How desperately he has needed me beneath him, burning and opening.
We stay like this, connected and exposed.
Our eyes close only for the briefest of seconds before snapping open again, refusing to lose sight of each other.
Every stroke, gasp, and shuddered breath is a vow.
I feel him tremble above me and realize he is almost there.
My own release builds at the same time, a deep, irresistible pull starting low in my stomach and climbing with each thrust.
He leans down and kisses me, hard and almost frantic, while his hips drive forward again. The friction tips me over the edge.
“Are you close?” he asks, voice low and rough, thick with heat.
“Yes,” I gasp, unable to form anything else.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this,” he groans, hips snapping with precision. “I adore you, every part of you. I’m going to make you come again and again, just so I can watch you lose yourself.”
Every word sends sparks down my spine. My body shudders at the rhythm of his hands, at the way he knows exactly how to bring me undone.
“Come for me, Adrian. Fuck, now,” he commands, voice thick and possessive.
He doesn’t stop. He drives into me, hard and relentless, hitting every sensitive spot perfectly, every thrust pressing against my prostate.
His hand wraps around my cock, moving in time with his hips, stroking me with the same precise rhythm as he pounds me from within.
The dual sensation tears through me, and I shudder uncontrollably, gasping, and completely shattered.
“Oh my god, Vince…fuck!” I scream, my body arching and clamping around him.
A cry rips from my throat as my orgasm crashes over me, hot and unstoppable.
My release surges, spilling across my stomach and chest, Vince keeping pace with every movement as he draws me higher.
Trembling, breathless, and utterly wrecked, I hang on to him as the waves roll through me.
Each muscle in my body is alive, and my mind short-circuits under the intensity of being fully seen and completely taken.
When I finally start to relax, still panting and trembling, Vince holds me close, still inside, his eyes dark and locked on mine. He thrusts in gently, savoring every shiver and ragged breath I make, making sure I have fully come down from the high he drew out of me.
Then, with intentional care, he slowly pulls back, withdrawing from me. He removes his condom, still watching me, every motion measured.
He positions himself above me, fingers curling around his thick, slick length, stroking with steady precision.
I can’t look away. Every movement of his body, every ripple of muscle from broad chest to tight abs, makes my cock twitch beneath him, still pulsing even just after my orgasm.
The swollen head of his cock gleams under the light, each subtle press and stroke driving a new spark of longing through me.
“Ready for me to mark you?” he murmurs, voice low and controlled, edged with heat.
I nod, breathless.
With a final, forceful surge, he spills over me. Thick, hot cum splashes across my chest and stomach, slick and burning. His hips shiver, veins pulsing, all of him alive with the release.
After a moment, he leans down, pressing his mouth to my shoulder, warm and insistent.
His voice, low and rough with satisfaction, brushes against my skin as he murmurs softly.
My skin tingles with heat where our mixed cum glistens on me, and I can feel every drop, the whole of him leaving his release on me.
Vince holds me close, our bodies still slick and trembling from the first rush of release.
My chest rises and falls against his, and I can feel the warmth of his breath along my ear.
His hands linger over me, exploring, savoring the softness of my skin and the rapid thrum of my pulse.
Slowly, he leans back just enough to meet my eyes, dark and feral, that same glint I can never resist.
I remember then that we are not alone. The subtle shifting, the quiet whispers from the edge of the room, show that they have been waiting and watching.
In the heat of our first time, I had forgotten them entirely.
My body tightens at the awareness, a mix of anticipation and surrender, and my breath catches.
Vince notices too. I try to sit up, his hand sliding along my spine, a possessive reminder before he shifts fully upright, his gaze sweeping over the others with quiet command.
He moves to the chair, measured and controlled, positioning himself where he can watch both me and the others simultaneously. His eyes never leave mine, feral and commanding, and I understand clearly that this is still his scene, his decision, his control.
Before I can gather my thoughts, rough hands seize me, steady and insistent.
The plush rug presses beneath my palms as I am guided onto my knees on the floor, thighs spread, spine arched, completely exposed.
Trevor grips me firmly, pulling me with unyielding purpose.
His low, raw voice is directed at Vince more than at me, a confirmation that I am theirs to share, a prize passed between them. I love it.
“Ah, fuck,” Trevor growls, his hands gripping me tight. “Thanks for this, mate. What a perfect, tight hole to leave me off with before the wedding tomorrow.”
Vince’s grin deepens, dangerous and wanting. “Use him well. Take your time.”
I tilt my body so Vince can drink me in, so he can see all of me.
Trevor sinks into me, driving a sharp gasp from my throat.
His thrusts from behind are hard and relentless from the start, expecting me to be ready and refusing to hold back.
Each deep stroke steals my breath, setting a punishing rhythm.
His cock is thick and commanding, filling me completely, demanding all of me.
Trevor leans forward, one hand gripping my shoulder, the other spreading me wider so every snap of his hips lands sharp and deep.
His breath is ragged against my ear, rough curses spilling as he fucks me harder, chasing the sound of my voice breaking.
My body arches, pinned between his force and Vince’s gaze, every movement a display meant for the man watching.
When Trevor finally slows, he grinds deep, holding me full for a long, claiming moment before dragging out of me with a slick pull. He steps aside, chest heaving, leaving me open and ready for the next.
Lance slides in behind me, hands steadying my hips with firm control. His long cock plunges deep, stretching every muscle, igniting a molten ache low in my belly. Each thrust spins me dizzy with raw, desperate need.
“Holloway,” he pants, “you lucky bastard. You get this ass for life? I’d bury myself in this hole every single night.”
“I plan to,” Vince replies, a dark chuckle curling over his words.