16. Ella
16
ELLA
This must be a fever dream. A figment of my imagination. The undigested salad from the last couple of days come back to haunt me. It must be. There’s no other reason Adrian Thorne would be between my legs. Naked . Very, very naked with his rock-hard cock that could double as a weapon using my stomach as a slip-and-slide.
This was not how I imagined any of this going, but the truth is that I can’t be imagining this. Not even my wildest dreams could cook up something like this. I can dream big but I can’t—I gulp, glancing at his cock again—dream that big. And some of the things I’ve said. Done!? This is not like me. Not like me at all. But I can’t deny that it feels right. And very, very good…
I take in another deep breath, staring up at Adrian as he slides the tip of his cock against me, teasing me as I clench with need. Desire. I want him inside me. My body is screaming for him to slide inside. I’m breathless thinking about it. My body has never felt so alive.
“Gorgeous,” he rasps, palming my breast again. Tweaking my nipple. A surge of pleasure rolls over me as I again try to urge him inside me.
He stares down at me, smoldering with his perfectly disheveled hair and lips slick with me. That man’s mouth needs to come with a warning sign. But I’m thinking his cock needs to come with a warning sign and a waiver.
Not responsible for injuries sustained from earth-shattering orgasms.
“You’re not so bad yourself, you know.” I try to keep my voice calm. Level. Anything to mask the utter chaos inside me. My mind’s all over the place. My nerves are electrified, so overly sensitive that I might come again if he kisses me in the right spot.
“You finally admit it?”
He moves slowly over me, his hands skimming my sensitive skin as he kisses me. His lips are soft and feel like heaven against my skin. I moan when he cups my breast with one hand, taking the other in his mouth.
“Guess so.” My hands glide over his muscles. I’ve never been with anyone this athletic, and with the weight of his body on mine, I’m at his mercy. But with the way he uses his tongue. His hands. His mouth. I can’t think of a better person to take the reins.
He pulls away but then kisses me. It’s harsh and greedy and charged, and I’m beginning to realize that I’ve never been kissed before. Not really. No kiss has ever felt like this. This is on an entirely different level—somehow even better than the last.
“You taste so good,” Adrian growls against my lips. “So fucking good.”
I gasp as I feel his cock finally press into me.
“So tight, Ella.” Another thrust, and this time his tip breaches my entrance, lodged in it, pulsing, teasing me.
“More,” I beg. “More, Adrian, I need this.”
Adrian’s cock slides inside, and I feel myself clenching around him. Milking him. God, he feels so good.
He grips my jaw roughly. Kisses me roughly, sliding deeper inside me. It feels as though I’m melting into the bed. He’s hardly inside me, but I feel like I’m about to come. In and out. In and out. He’s fucking my mouth with his tongue as he takes my pussy.
I’m gripping his back, planes of corded muscles, out of sheer desperation to tether myself, find some sort of stable ground as he thrusts deeper into me, and I begin to lose my mind. Never have I ever been fucked like this.
“Deeper?” Adrian rasps. Shallow breaths. My nails across his back. My world spinning on its head.
“Yes. Deep-er.” With my muscles so tightly wound, each syllable comes out strained.
Adrian grunts, his thick, muscled arms caging me as he forces his fists into the mattress beside me. His usually perfectly styled hair hangs in messy strands, hooding his face, but with each thrust, I can catch glimpses of it, twisted with a mix of pleasure and pain as though he’s fighting hard against something.
“You feel so fucking good.” His voice is raspier. I can feel it skate across my skin. He could probably make me come if he kept talking like that.
I latch onto his arms, admiring every inch of him as he slams every inch of himself into me. Those biceps. Those abs. That chest. The man is chiseled from marble.
It doesn’t take long for us to find our rhythm. We’re completely in sync. I’ve never felt more connected with someone, and it’s as though he can read my mind, knowing exactly what my body’s craving.
“Ella.”
It comes out gruff, like a plea, but hearing my name on his lips again makes me clench. He slides backward, hands running across my breasts, my belly, and then latching onto my legs.
I gasp when he pulls out, flipping me onto my stomach. I push myself onto my hands and knees and slide backward, begging him to fill the void he left. An absence. I hate this feeling. I need him in me now, and I try to urge him by rubbing my ass against his cock.
“You can’t stop.”
“You’re greedy, Ella. I love that.” Adrian drags his palms along my back, sending a shiver down my body.
“Please, Adrian,” I say, turning my head so I can look at him over my shoulder. “I need to feel you again. I need…”
What a sight—all hard edges and rippling muscles. Abs on abs on abs. It does something to me, unlocking a part of me I didn’t know existed before. Before I even have the chance to think, the words come out in a voice I hardly recognize. Like it’s coming from outside my body, and I’m only witnessing it.
“I want you to fuck me so hard I feel you in my throat.”
There’s a brief moment of silence where not a single sound but our labored breathing can be heard. If I could frame the expression on Adrian’s face, I would. It’s as though I short-circuited him as he tries to compute if he heard me correctly.
He did. And I do. Whatever that means.
Whatever it takes…
His palm comes down hard on my ass.
“Ow!”
The pain is sharp but acute, leaving my skin tingling. And it does something to me. I want another. And another. I want him to turn my ass red. Have his hand imprinted on it.
“What my girl wants,” he growls as he slides his cock inside me. “My girl gets.”
My head falls to the mattress as I grip the covers, holding on to dear life as I wonder if I made a mistake. His hand finds my ass again as he fucks me harder, thrusts harder.
“Fuck, Ella,” he growls, each word punctuated by a single rough thrust. In and out. Again and again. It’s like something else is taking over him as he collects my hair in his fists, pressure building inside me. This is nothing like the first orgasm. It’s building faster. Quicker. Fuckohmygodwhatthefuckhelp.
The headboard pounds against the wall, making the sconces shake and flicker. If anyone walked by our door right now, they’d think someone was performing an exorcism, considering the mixture of moans, screams, and unintelligible words coming out of my mouth as we both orgasm makes it sound like I’m speaking in tongues.
Adrian was right. I’m going to need to bathe in holy water after this.
“Holy crap,” I mutter as I roll onto my back, Adrian collapsing next to me. I never knew my entire body could throb like this.
Adrian kisses my shoulder, damp with sweat. “There was nothing holy about that.”
I laugh. “I guess not.”
Adrian wraps his arm around me, and I nuzzle into him. I love his scent, and I can’t stop breathing him in.
“So what’s the verdict? Did you feel it?”
“What?”
“In your throat?”
Oh lord. I forgot about that. “I’m not sure. Possibly?” I might not have felt it in my throat, but I certainly felt the result all over my body. I’m still reeling from it now.
“We’ll have to try again later. I can’t let you leave unsatisfied.”
I snuggle closer to him. “I’m more than satisfied. But… I wouldn’t say no to another round or dozen.”
“Dozen?”
“Too much?”
Adrian slides a leg over my body. God, it’s so heavy and thick and oh. He’s getting hard again. I know I talk a big game, but I’m going to need a little breather after that.
“I’ll never turn down a chance to be inside my girl.”
Whew .
My girl. The words flow from his mouth so easily. It’s too easy, really. All of this has been. I’ve never felt so connected with anyone in such a short time, and that scares me. A whole lot. This is the first time I’ve actually given it real thought.
Naked, well-sexed, and in bed with Adrian. What a great time to have these thoughts.
Adrian strokes my cheek and then guides my face towards him. “Is something wrong?”
I snort lightly. I don’t know what to say. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that he can sense the faintest of changes in me.
“I don’t know.”
Adrian’s nervous. I can feel it emanate from him in waves, rolling over me.
“What are we doing?”
“What do you mean?”
“The arrangement,” I say. “Did you mean…” I look away again because I don’t know how to formulate my thoughts into words. It’s as though my emotions are jumbling every coherent thought in my head, but I know how I feel. I want Adrian to tell me that he meant it when he sees me as his girlfriend and not his fake girlfriend. I want him to tell him that every touch and every kiss was real. That every emotion we felt through this entire situation wasn’t acting.
Adrian takes my chin between his thumb and index finger and tilts my head toward him.
“Ella,” he says, his eyes searing into mine. “I’ll say this every day until you believe me. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were the one. I don’t care how fast this is happening. All I care about is you and how you’ve made me feel the moment you walked into my life.” He pauses, drawing a line with his thumb on my lips. “You’re my world, Ella. And I’m going to spend every moment of my life proving that to you.”
I swallow as emotions flutter in my chest and bubble in my throat.
“I don’t care about the contract. I want you and only you. Always and forever.”
“What about your family? Lillian? I can’t go on pretending I’m someone I’m not. What will we say?”
“I’ll tell them the truth. It’s that simple. There’s not a single thing in this world that can get between me and you.”
He makes it seem like it’s so easy. And maybe it is? Maybe I’m overthinking it. It wouldn’t be the first time. But this is definitely the first time I’ve been in a situation like this. I hate that I’ve been lying to everyone this entire time.
Everyone except Adrian.
He presses a kiss on my forehead and then on my lips. “I love you, Ella.”
I feel it. It’s in his eyes. In the way he’s looking at me, holding me, touching me. His love for me pours from every inch of him, enveloping me and removing any doubt I have in my head. I’ve never felt a connection like this before, but I’ve never met anyone like Adrian before. This may be an unconventional start to a relationship, but I don’t care. All I care about is how I feel about Adrian and how he feels about me.
“I love you, too,” I say, kissing him.
We kiss and kiss and kiss. I could kiss him forever, and it wouldn’t be enough. The only thought I have in my head as we finally drift to sleep in each other’s arms is how lucky I am to find a man like Adrian.
But I only hope he’s right.