43. Adrian
After washing my hands, I rush outside to grab my car from the valet. My body is fucking vibrating from desire. My mind is playing through all of my fantasies, every little thing I want to do with her, and my cock stirs at the possibility of finally kissing her again, undressing her, sinking deep inside of her.
I’ve never, ever wanted a woman so desperately, and knowing she wants me too?
Nobody. Fucking. Pinch. Me.
The valet gives me a strange look when I politely—okay, rudely—tell him to get my car as quickly as humanly possible. I make up for it by giving him the biggest tip of my life and racing to get to Nevaeh’s and my meeting point. She’s already standing outside with my teammate and my sister, smiling at something they’re telling her.
She’ll never stop mesmerizing me. Merely seeing her smile is enough to make my heart palpitate.
“Get in, mon paradis,” I say as I step out of the car to open her door, watching her face light up with lust at the sight of me. I may have undone most of the buttons of my shirt on the way over to get this reaction.
“Bye,” Nevaeh says to Val and Gabriel, slipping into the passenger seat while running a hand across my chest.
My cock hardens uncomfortably from this simple, little touch, embarrassingly quickly, too.
As soon as I’m in the car, I tell Nevaeh to get her head down as we speed past a dozen reporters. It’s nothing new that people see me with a mystery woman. The women I’ve slept with in the past loved the attention of the press and being seen with me, and I gave it to them without blinking twice. I didn’t mind the world knowing I never settled down, but, right now, I mind it a whole fucking lot because I don’t want Nevaeh to be grouped together with the people in my past.
She’s my present and future.
So, I tell her to duck, both to avoid anyone seeing us together for her job and to prevent them from assuming she doesn’t mean anything to me. That she’s a fling.
She’s not.
She’s so, so much more to me.
Once we’re out of sight, I watch Nevaeh spread her legs for me, tilting her head in my direction to smile.
“Good girl,” I praise, slipping my hand onto her bare thigh where her dress has a slit. A blush creeps up her cleavage and neck before settling on her cheeks.
“Adrian,” Nevaeh says on an exhale, but I take my time trailing my fingers up her leg before letting them disappear underneath her dress.
“Did you get all your answers from the drivers?” I ask, dropping my hand between her thighs but far away from her pussy.
Nevaeh’s legs clench together, trapping my fingers between them.
“Yes,” she says, pulling at her dress to give us more room without the fabric constricting us.
“Fuck, Nevaeh, you’re such a dream,” I say, slipping my hand higher until my index finger can run over her soaking wet panties. “Is this for me?” I ask, rubbing the fabric and making her squirm in the seat.
“No, I just really like your car,” she lies with a naughty smile. I stop rubbing her, and she whimpers. “Fine, yes, it’s for you. It’s always for you. You turn me on, Adrian, and I need you. Please,” she says, and I reward her by sliding her panties to the side and playing with her clit.
“Atta girl, I like hearing you say that,” I say and keep rubbing my fingers in circles before slipping them over her wet center. Fuck, I want to slide right in—
“Oh my God, Adrian,” Nevaeh moans, her walls clenching around my index finger. She’s so tight, I go slow, barely past the first knuckle.
“Are you okay?” I ask, and she nods several times, her hand grabbing the door handle.
“Yes, it feels so good. Keep moving, please,” she begs, so I slip my finger out of her, playing with her clit for another moment and then thrusting back inside her pussy.
“You have no idea how hot that is, baby. I could feel your dripping wet pussy all day,” I say, feeling her clench around me again.
My eyes are on the road up until the moment we make it into my parking garage. Once we’re parked, I turn to her, adding a second finger as I thrust into her.
“Fuck,” she moans loudly, covering her mouth as her eyes flutter shut.
“Don’t muffle your moans. I want to hear you.”
She smiles and screams for me when I thrust back inside and find the little spot that makes her entire body buck.
“I need you to focus on me, Nevaeh. Eyes on me, just for a moment,” I say, although watching her lose herself in the pleasure I’m giving her is by far one of the best sights I’ve ever laid my eyes on. When she doesn’t look at me, I stop my movements. “Before we go upstairs, I need you to tell me what you like in the bedroom. The quicker you do, the sooner I keep going and make you come on my fingers,” I promise, watching her gaze drift to me with uncertainty writing itself all over her face.
“What do you mean?” she says like no one has ever taken the time to ask her this question.
“What turns you on? What do you like done to you? Do you like coming on cocks or faces better? Hands? What do you need? I’ll give you anything,” I say and mean the promise with every fiber of my being.
Her mouth forms the most beautiful O-shape, and I lean forward to trace her lips, picturing slipping my cock between them and into the heat and wetness of her.
“Tell me, mon ange, what do you like?” I ask when all she does is roll her hips to get the friction back. She manages to grind down on the heel of my hand, eliciting a moan out of herself. I smile, rubbing my hand against her clit until her back arches off the seat. “Nevaeh,” I remind her, using her name as softly as I always do.
“I like how bossy you are and when you praised me just now,” she admits, so I reward her by thrusting my fingers back inside of her and curling them to play with her G-spot.
She cries out, making my cock throb uncomfortably in my pants. It wants to be touched, to be deep inside Nevaeh.
My angel tilts her head away from me as she says, “I get really turned on by making someone moan.” Embarrassment heats up her cheeks, so she covers her face to hide.
“We have that in common,” I assure her, my thumb tracing her clit.
“Oh God,” she moans, grabbing my arm for stability as I bring her closer to her climax.
“You have nothing to be ashamed of. I’ll make every single one of your fantasies come true, Nevaeh, and then we’ll come up with some on our own,” I promise.
Nevaeh grinds against my hand, frantically trying to reach her release as I play with pussy until she drenches my hand.
“I’ve always wanted to have sex somewhere that’s a little public. Where nobody is, but anyone could walk in. Like right now, but a little more dangerous,” she explains, and I lean over the middle console of my car to grab her face.
“I’ll make it happen,” I say before leaning forward and kissing her right as my fingers thrust inside of her again, feeling her orgasm tremble through her.
I taste it as she slips her tongue into my mouth, her hands sliding into my hair as she brings me closer and grinds against my hand. She’s moaning and whimpering through her pleasure, and I almost reach for my cock and give it a rough jerk just so it doesn’t hurt so much from the build-up anymore.
I wasn’t lying when I told her hearing women moan for me turns me on. It turns me on even more because Nevaeh is the one falling apart for me.
“Fuck, you’re too beautiful when you come. How am I ever going to stop?” I ask as I lean back to take in the satisfied smile on her face.
“I want to make you come,” she says and brings her hand to my lips.
“Let’s go upstairs, baby, then you’ll get your wish while I get mine again.”
We sprint up the stairs, too impatient to wait for the elevator. I’m right behind Nevaeh, grabbing her ass on the way up and making her squeal uncontrollably. She turns around and flings her arms across my neck, pulling my head down to kiss me again.
We’re in the middle of the staircase, but I push her up against the wall and explore her mouth anyway, not giving a fuck who can see us. Her hands slip onto my ass, bringing my cock right against her lower stomach. Nevaeh rubs herself against me until I’m groaning into her mouth.
“Hmmm, there he is,” she says, breaking the kiss to smile at me and reach for my cock.
“Touch my cock, and I’ll fuck you right here, Nevaeh, up against this wall,” I warn because I don’t have enough self-control to wait anymore unless she tells me to.
Knowing which floor and what apartment to go to, Nevaeh runs off without waiting for me, holding up her dress. Her shoes dangle from my fingers as I follow behind her with a chuckle and my cock so hard, even walking is uncomfortable.
My girl’s waiting for me in front of my apartment door, leaning against the wall and grinning like I’m the best thing in the world. And I know I have the same look on my face because how the hell could I not?
She’s everything.
I unlock my door and wrap an arm around her, pulling her against me as we stumble inside, my mouth back on hers. My teeth graze her bottom lip, getting a sigh of happiness from her.
My hand slips to her throat, pressing down on each side to feel her heart racing. She moans from the pressure, fumbling with my pants until she has the button undone and the zipper down.
“Can I touch your cock?” she asks as I kiss along her jaw.
“You can touch every single part of me. I’m yours.”
Nevaeh slips her hand into my pants, palming me through my boxers until I groan, my kiss growing hungrier.
“Bedroom,” I say, pleasure rolling through me until I have to grit my teeth and breathe through the wave that has my orgasm embarrassingly close. Nevaeh keeps rubbing me, ignoring my instructions, and making me hold on for dear life.
Too impatient, I distract her by kissing her again and leading her into my bedroom, throwing her onto the bed the first chance I get. She giggles, stretching her arms into the air until her body is on display for me. She’s so fucking sexy, I can’t breathe.
“Undress,” she instructs, but I shake my head.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do tonight, mon paradis. I’m in charge and you’re going to let me take off your dress so I can finally get a look at that perfect body of yours,” I say, and Nevaeh rolls her neck for a second, pressing her legs together at my command.
I pull her upright again, spinning her around until her back faces me. My fingers glide over her arms, slowly, teasingly making their way toward the back of her dress. They slip across her collarbone, over her shoulders, before dropping to her zipper and carefully pulling it down. My lips move to her neck, kissing her lovingly and gently for a moment while I work on removing her dress. I want her to be comfortable, to know how much she means to me while I take away this barrier and we step into a more intimate and vulnerable zone.
I kiss her neck again, but as soon as the dress hits the floor, she spins around to kiss my mouth, giggling from happiness as I guide her back toward the bed. Nevaeh drops down on it, still smiling as she shows off her curves, which are only covered by a set of black lingerie. A simple bra and panty combination I’ve seen on hundreds of women, but none of them have ever made me feel quite so out of control.
I shrug off my tux jacket and undo the last couple of buttons on my shirt, letting both fall to the ground. My pants follow while she watches me, her eyes glued to my body. Once I’m only in my boxers, Nevaeh reaches behind her to undo the clasp of her bra, letting it fall down to the floor.
Her breasts bounce free of the containment, her nipples pebbled and demanding my attention. I want to give them my mouth, my hands, anything, but I’m so mesmerized, all I can do is stare at Nevaeh.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so perfect.
“Fucking hell,” I mumble, sucking in a sharp breath.
“Everything you dreamed they would be?” she teases, always playing on my weakness. I nestle myself between her legs, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look straight into my eyes as I answer.
“None of my dreams compare to your body, to you,” I say, lowering my head to kiss down her collarbone, all the way to her left breast. I suck her hard nipple into my mouth, tugging until she’s moaning.
“Adrian.”
My name has never sounded so sweet.
My lips trail kisses in a horizontal line across her chest until they wrap around her right nipple to show it the same level of attention. My fingers curl around her panties, but I look up at her for permission before dragging them down.
“Please,” she begs, anticipation making her breathing shallow and heavy. “I need you inside of me.” I slide down her panties, kissing her as I do because I can’t help myself. I’ve never kissed anyone this much, and I never want to stop either.
Kissing Nevaeh is like taking your first breath after being underwater for too long. Fucking ironic considering I can’t breathe when I’m around her because I’m so scared of allowing myself to feel, of her breaking my heart and leaving me, that I forget I need oxygen to survive.
Before I spiral into my panic, Nevaeh places a hand on my cheek, caressing the skin there.
“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere,” she promises, almost as if she can sense my fear, so I kiss her even harder to let her reassure me with more than just words.
Her hand reaches for my cock again, stroking me over my boxers. My knees buckle from pleasure, and I thrust my hips forward, my dick toward her hand, for more contact. Her tongue plays with mine, and, although I said I’d be the one in charge, she’s the one holding all of the control.
Stepping back to catch my breath, I let my eyes trail down her naked body, stopping at the V between her legs. Her pussy is dripping wet and pink, her clit swollen again and needy for attention. I lick my lips, desperate for a taste, but Nevaeh’s words echo in my head, and my cock gives an agreeing throb.
“Such a pretty pussy,” I mumble, leaning down to kiss her neck and slip my boxers off at the same time. “Lie back,” I instruct a second later, but her eyes linger on my cock, panic written all over her face. “Don’t worry, mon ange, we’ll go slow. It’ll fit,” I assure her, and she lets out a nervous laugh.
“How do you hide that thing when you’re in your racing suit?” she blurts out with another nervous laugh, and I chuckle in response, watching her cheeks heat yet again.
“When I’m not around you, it’s a lot easier,” I explain and grab a condom, spreading her legs wider so I can move between them.
Nevaeh reaches out to stroke me, smirking as she watches me tremble from the pleasure. I wait for her to finish exploring me, wanting to give her the same time I took before putting on the condom and slipping inside her beautiful pussy.
She releases me and watches with fascination as I roll the condom down my hard length, concentrating on making sure it’s on right. I suck in a sharp breath once it’s all the way down my cock, and Nevaeh trails her hands up the sides of my thighs, then over my ass where she squeezes to bring me closer. I tumble forward with a laugh, taking her with me and claiming her mouth again as we fall backward. She giggles against my lips, but when I rub my dick over her pussy, over her clit, letting her coat me in her desire, the sound quickly turns into a moan.
“You’re perfect, Nevaeh,” I say, slowly pushing inside of her. “Every inch of you.”
She sucks in a breath, tensing around me.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask and attempt to slide back out, but her hands move to my ass cheeks to stop me.
“No, don’t stop, please. I’m in my head,” she says, running a hand down my face. “I wanna feel good for you,” Nevaeh admits in a whisper, averting her gaze. I grab her chin between my fingers, tilting her head my way again.
“Feel me, baby,” I say, grabbing my cock and gliding it over her pussy. “Feel how hard you make me, how my cock aches to be inside of you. Your touch, your body, you feel like heaven to me, Nevaeh,” I add and drop my hand from her chin to her breasts to rub my thumb over her nipple. “I’ll make you feel so good, I’ll slip right in.” My promise is followed by a shudder and a small moan when I pinch her nipple between my fingers.
I touch her all over, kneading her breasts, rubbing her clit in slow, tight circles until she’s whimpering. I glide the head of my cock over her again before pressing into her.
“More,” she says, so I slide in another few centimeters. Nevaeh moans, reaching for my neck to pull my mouth to hers.
“You’re such a good girl, stretching to fit my cock deep inside of you,” I praise. My angel moans as I thrust all the way in, her thighs squeezing me. “You feel so good, squeezing my cock,” I say and kiss her, giving us both a moment to adjust to this new sensation before I slip out of her and thrust back inside. “Shit, shit, shit,” I breathe, my mouth dropping to her nipple again. “You’re doing so well for me.”
The way she melts into me every single time I praise her has me on the verge of coming so quickly, I slow my thrusts to prolong this moment.
Nevaeh whimpers in complaint, but I angle her hips up and fuck her in shallow thrusts right against the spot that makes her cry my name over and over.
“Just like that, Adrian,” she begs as I press down on her lower abdomen, moaning so loudly, all of my neighbors are going to know how well I fuck my girl. I lower her hips again to lean down, sucking her nipple back into my mouth to play with it.
Hearing my pleasure makes her clench around me again, so firmly that my arms and legs shake while I fight off my orgasm. My balls tighten and my cock aches with the need to release, so I fuck her harder and faster, slowly increasing my speed to see her reaction.
“God, yes!” she screams, so I go deeper, harder, faster. Then shallower, softer, slower.
My groans escape without my permission, but I don’t try to hold them back either. Instead, I kiss her, my hand moving between our bodies to stroke her clit and drive her straight over the edge with me.
One more thrust and I’m coming so hard, I’m seeing stars. Nevaeh trembles beneath me, moaning through her orgasm as I spill into the condom, still pumping in and out to let us ride out our pleasure for as long as possible.
Pressing a kiss to each of her breasts, I take my time catching my breath. I lower myself on top of her, not ready to slide out of her and break our connection just yet.
“That was so fast,” she says, placing her hands in my hair. She’s smiling, her lips perfectly swollen from our kissing.
“It has been long overdue. All those months were like the longest foreplay in history. After all that build-up, the release comes quick,” I say, moving up her body and pressing my lips to hers. “But don’t worry. We have the whole night to go again.” Kiss. “Again.” Nibble on her bottom lip. “And again.”
My tongue briefly slips into her mouth before my lips move to her jaw, kissing her until my cock hardens again.
“I want you to ride me, Nevaeh, let me see those breasts bounce.”
And fuck, they do as she rides me like I’ve never been before.