37. Hadrian
HADRIAN
“You can do anything to me, anything goes, just help me.” Sable's words have been spinning through my head for hours. “Make sure I eat, and I will literally be the whore they all want.” How did she know exactly how to tempt me? These guys were supposed to be my friends, and not one of them has cheered for me in my absence or even reached out to me. Why the hell would Parker say I never answered Soren when it’s the other way around?
My old friend has a lot of nerve to act like I’m the one who ruined things between us.
My needs are a little bit different from others, so when she said all that, I couldn’t help the way it made my mind turn.
I left the drugged bottle of water as a test. Hell, the seal was broken, and she should know better than to drink it—anyone would except someone who promised anything.
I step into her room, breathing in the space that smells decidedly like her, and my eyes search the spot where I left the drugs.
The cap sits there, but the bottle is gone. My cock jumps at the promise.
I find her lying in the bed, passed out with her nightgown hiked up over her thighs.
Her panties reveal the outline of her cunt, and the thin line of moisture tells me she’s already having some filthy dreams. By the time I’m done with her, those panties will be so drenched they’ll be entirely see-through.
My eyes scan the room, making sure I’m alone.
I know any of them could come in at any time, and I’d rather not get caught dick first in the Offering when things are already so tense.
That risk isn’t anywhere near enough to make me turn around or head back to my room.
Sable sleeps perfectly unaware, exactly as I need her to be.
She’s not the first one who’s agreed to this, but she is the first one who’s offered herself, and I smile at how she’s earning her title, but only for me.
My hand enjoys the weight of her tits as I cup them one at a time.
The power thrills me, her helplessness ensnares me, and I sit on her bed to get closer to her and take my time.
Why do I like them asleep? I like to think it’s the unsuspecting pleasure, the unbridled reactions, the lack of any response when you’re not doing a good enough job, and the wet orgasms they won’t remember, but really, I think it’s a sort of stage fright.
It’s much easier to perform in front of a crowd watching me.
There’s nothing intimate about it. My hand skates over her thighs, and I’m immediately rewarded with her skin puckering into lovely goose bumps.
Her nipples harden halfway beneath the nightgown, and I slide my palm across them to stoke them the rest of the way.
Once they’re hard, she’s so appealing it’s physical pain, and my cock presses against my zipper, begging me to shove it somewhere wet instead.
My finger slides up and down her cunt, parting her and pressing the fabric into the moisture, watching it seep as she responds to my touch.
I wonder what she’s dreaming about, maybe me or another man she’s fucked.
It doesn’t bother me either way. I just want to watch her come undone and then fill her up while she lies there like a helpless little treat.
My thumb trades places, pressing into her clit and rolling across the sensitive flesh.
She makes a small contented noise, and I push harder than I normally would, partly to test if she’s really asleep and to see how much sensation she can stand.
I’m surprised by how well she takes it, and encouraged that I might be able to do some heinous things to this girl while she comes through it all.
My fingers slide her panties over before slipping into her very wet cunt.
I can’t believe how tight she is, especially knowing she’s here expressly to sit on all these dicks, but she wraps around and massages my fingers like it’s her job to milk them off.
I can only imagine what that will feel like on my cock.
I work her clit and G-spot together, her eyes fluttering the whole time but never opening.
I gave her a powerful sedative, and I should get hours of enjoyment out of her so long as they don’t come looking.
I know they will eventually, so I only plan to milk one orgasm out of her.
But first, I need to see how many fingers I can fit inside her.
It doesn’t matter how tight a cunt is, they're made to stretch.
The second finger slides in easily enough, but it’s snug all around, all the way back to her cervix.
I avoid it in favor of her G-spot and the sensitive opening.
The third finger is a struggle, and I spit on my hand to fit it inside, but it makes it.
My knuckles actually ache with the pressure as I slide those three in and out of her, sure the fourth one won’t make it in tonight.
She whines like crazy. Girl cum spills out of her and into my palm as I pump my fingers in and out.
I’m tempted to bend down and lick it up, but she’s loving how hard I’m using my arm to fuck her, and I don’t want to get in the way.
She comes wet and hot all the way down to my wrist, and I’m so turned on I pull my fingers out in one swift move.
Her knees are up, and my cock is out in a single motion.
That’s how badly I need to fuck her. Because she’s unconscious, well stretched, and she’s already come.
My cock lines up with her well-stretched opening, and the wet kiss she leaves on the head almost makes me moan.
Shoving my way forward, I’m deep inside her in one solid thrust. She whines in the back of her throat when I bottom out, but calms down quickly as I settle inside her.
My balls, pulse, and the base of my spine tingles with the absurd pleasure.
If I didn’t stretch her out first, she would be just a touch too tight.
But that’s good, because slow, gentle pleasure isn’t going to work for me.
Grabbing her thighs, I position her hips just right before I hammer into her, thrusting so hard her delicious tits shake and her ass trembles in my hands.
Frantic whines build in the back of her throat, and I know she’s going to be sore tomorrow.
I want her to be. I want her to feel me everywhere and question how I had her so thoroughly, and she never woke up.
I want her cunt hot and dripping while she’s wondering how we fucked.
Her body shakes as she builds to another orgasm, and as she approaches her release, she somehow clamps even tighter around me like a fist.
“Fuck, Sable, fuck,” I coo to her while she sleeps.
“This is the best cunt I have ever had in my life. You don’t need to do anything but lie there pretty, and you’re going to drain my balls better than they’ve ever been drained.
You don’t even have to try to be the best whore.
” She whines like she enjoys the dirty talk, and I fuck harder.
“Tomorrow, when you’re wondering who beat this pussy up like this, remember it was Hadrian. ”
She moans but doesn’t speak, and the idea of having this much power over her goes straight to my head and balls. “Hadrian, Hadrian, Hadrian. You belong to Hadrian,” I chant in her ear as I fuck, trying to subliminally stamp the message into her with my cock.
Her cunt pulses around me, and I know she’s going to come for me again.
If I time this just right, she and I will come together.
My finger moves to her clit, and I hold my cum inside my balls until the exact moment I know she’s ready.
Her breathing changes, and a little snort sounds in the back of her nose.
When she goes off, I follow her, filling her all the way to the brim with a supreme grunt of ecstasy.
My cum continues to pump into her long after I expect it to end, like my body knows this is where it truly belongs.
Moisture coats my thighs because my Sleeping Beauty squirted all over me.
My eyes are blurry from the strength of my orgasm, and my ears buzz with the pulsing pleasure.
I intend to lie on the bed beside her, let my leaking dick cover her skin and mark her all over as mine, but before I can move an inch, a rock-hard fist slams into the side of my face, and my vision temporarily goes dark.
My cock slips out with the force of the punch, and I’m really fucking pissed ’cause I wasn’t ready to be done.
“What the fuck?” I shout, and because Sable is so unconscious, she doesn’t even twitch from me suddenly falling off her or the noise.
“What the fuck, yourself?” one of them shouts. I’m not sure which, with my ears ringing from the orgasm and the injury.
“She’s my Offering, too,” I complain. “I can fuck her if I want.”
I turn to find the culprit, cheek and jaw aching, fully expecting that Soren punched me.
It was obvious earlier that he wanted a fight, but I wasn’t willing to give it.
I don’t find the sad, angry eyes of the boy I used to know so well.
Instead, Parker stares at me with murderous fury etched across his expression.
That seems like a strong reaction. My old friend was so worried that I knew Sable, but I would be far more worried about whatever is going on between the two of them.