51. Nevaeh
My laptop shuts down on me in the middle of a photo edit, and I curse under my breath. This is the third time in two days it has done that. Luckily, the edits were just for myself and not for the article I sent to Ms. Martin this morning. She wanted me to write one for the upcoming weekend, try out something new. She already sent back feedback, telling me she really enjoyed it and will publish it sometime this week. Meanwhile, I slam my laptop shut and sit back in the cocoon chair, my favorite place in the apartment besides the bedroom or anywhere in Adrian’s arms. He said he has something planned for us to do today but that he needed another hour, so I’ve been working instead.
“Come with me,” Adrian’s voice fills my ears, and I look up at him with a smile slowly creeping onto my face.
“You’re so bossy, do you know that?” I ask, but he’s already lifting me out of the chair and pulling me toward the door.
“I’ll stop when you stop loving it so much,” he replies and turns to me to briefly flash me a sexy smirk that heats up my cheeks. I do love it when Adrian’s bossy because I know I still have a choice. He would never make me do anything I didn’t want to do.
“Before we go anywhere, is my outfit appropriate? This is Monaco, after all, and I know you told me to wear sweatpants, but I’m wearing sweatpants, in Monaco,” I state, and he spins around, looking me up and down with an appreciative smile.
“No one on planet Earth pulls off sweatpants like you. Fuck,” he says before his bottom lip slips between his teeth. A low sigh escapes him, and he shakes his head to refocus. My body catches fire from his gaze, and I suck in a sharp breath when I remember to breathe. “Let’s go before I forget how important today is.” I cock a brow but follow him without asking questions. He pulls a cap over my head and an oversized sweater on my body, making sure I’m unrecognizable, just like I always am when we go out.
We drive for a bit, the noon sun shining brightly onto us in the car, the benefit of having a convertible. Adrian is silent and the radio is quiet. I watch my boyfriend almost the entire way, getting lost in the way his blonde hair flattens out and then gets poofy depending on how the wind moves it. His smile, however, stays consistent the entire way.
“You’re so beautiful,” I can’t help but say, his grin growing wider from my words.
“I’ve never been called beautiful before,” he replies and takes my hand in his to press a small kiss to the back of it. “Never thought I’d like it this much,” Adrian adds, and I lift my fingers to his cheek to run them over his defined cheekbone.
“Well, you are. You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen in my entire life, mein Mond,” I inform him, and he lets out a sound that I can only describe as a combination of a groan and laugh.
“You keep giving me new weaknesses.” I shake my head at my man before my gaze shifts to Stade Louis II, the football stadium here in Monaco. “We’re going to play a bit of soccer,” Adrian says, driving all the way to the underground parking area where a security guard waits for us.
She hands Adrian a ticket, and he takes it with a “thank you” and a kind smile. He’s so polite to every single person, always making sure to spread kindness. And I like him all the more for it.
The parking garage is completely empty, not a car in sight as Adrian parks. I open my own door very slightly, but he reaches across me and pulls it shut again, making me burst into laughter.
“You don’t open your own doors when I’m around, Nevaeh,” he scolds, and I watch him with a laugh as he runs around his car to open my door for me.
“You rented out a whole stadium just for us to play soccer?” I ask to change the subject, and he nods. “That must have cost a fortune!” I say, but Adrian shrugs nonchalantly.
“It barely cost me anything. The manager owed me a favor because I got him seasonal F1 tickets, and I cashed it in. Please, never worry about something like my money, okay?” Since it is none of my business anyway, I give him a nod, which he replies to with a satisfied smirk.
We walk into the grand stadium, past the players” lockers, and then out onto the field. An impressed gasp leaves me as I spin around, taking in the size of it all.
“You made the same sound the first time you looked at my cock. If that isn’t an ego boost, I don’t know what is,” he says, and I press my lips together.
“Like you need it,” I mumble with a smile before walking onto the artificial grass and letting out a short laugh. Adrian moves over to the benches where he grabs a ball and then kicks it over to where I am.
“No one is here, I made sure of it in case you—” He cuts off, and I tilt my head. “In case you wanted your fantasy to come true,” he says, and I slowly make my way over to him, every step fuelling the excitement inside of me.
“We’re all alone? No people? No cameras?” I ask, and he flings his arms around me, dragging me against his chest.
“Yes.” I wrap my arms around his neck and touch my lips to the lobe of his ear.
“Care to play a game?” I whisper, making him tense. He always tenses when I turn him on, which is why I nibble on his lobe, making his hands slip onto my ass. “One where we’ll end up naked?”
“Are you suggesting strip soccer?” he asks as I step away from him, breaking all skin contact.
“I score a goal, you remove a piece of clothing. You score a goal, I do,” I say, licking my lips when his eyes attach to them.
Adrian holds out his hand for me to shake, so I slide mine into his briefly before running toward the soccer ball and kicking it toward the goal closest to us.
“Cheater!” Adrian calls after me with a laugh, but I don’t stop until I kick the ball right into the empty goal.
“Oh yeah!” I scream and turn to him.
He’s a few meters behind me, pushing his tongue to the roof of his mouth and placing his hands on his hips.
“Let’s start with something small. Your shirt, please, baby,” I say and smile as he reaches for the hem of it.
“Usually, people start with a shoe or a sock,” he reminds me, but he doesn’t have to. I’m well aware of how these things are supposed to go, but I want his torso naked and exposed to me, even if it may distract me.
He does as I instructed, his trained body only covered by a pair of shorts now. My eyes dip to the dusting of hair leading from his belly button all the way into his boxers, and I run my fingers down its path as he steps in front of me. His chest is rising and falling against mine, adrenaline shooting through us from anticipation and excitement.
“Alright then, let’s play this your way,” he says before taking the ball from me and moving backward.
Since the whole field would be too big for two people, we stay close to the goal we’re nearest to. He’s so quick now, I can barely keep up with him before he scores, and I lean my head back to groan.
“Shit,” I mumble and reach for my shoes to take them off, knowing full well he will complain.
“I don’t think so, Nevaeh. Shirt, please,” he says softly, but I simply stay where I am, lifting my hands to signal for him to remove it.
“If you want it off, take it off yourself.” A sinfully dirty smile spreads across his face.
“You make me take it off, and I don’t think I could stop myself from removing more. The choice is yours,” he says, and I chuckle, lifting the shirt over my head.
His eyes fixate on my breasts instantly, giving me time to snatch the ball from him and step away from the goal just enough to aim properly. Adrian takes the ball from me, sending us into a battle that lasts God knows how long.
By the time I’m completely out of breath, we’re both only wearing our underwear. Adrian and I stand in front of each other now, the ball under my barefoot while I try to calm my heart rate. Sweat drips down his body. His defined hands catch my attention more than they should. His long fingers run over the sides of his boxers for a moment, and, suddenly, my eyes fixate on his bulge, which tightens the fabric around his hard cock.
Everything inside of me is drawn to him, to get either on top or under him, rub against him before he pushes inside of me.
“Focus, mon ange, unless you want to lose,” he reminds me, and I clear my throat to push away my horny thoughts but winning doesn’t seem to matter anymore.
Fucking him does.
I run toward him with the intention of “slipping” right in front of him, which works perfectly, bringing both of us onto the grass, him on top of me.
“I really hope they clean this grass between matches,” I say when I realize how much the players sweat and spit on the grass.
It’s a strange thought to cross my mind with him enveloping my body like this, but I can’t help myself.
Adrian chuckles, the vibrations coming off his chest and going through me.
“They just put in completely new grass to prepare for the restart of the season. I made sure of it. We’re the first people to be on here,” he says, his lips moving closer to mine. His eyes lift toward the goal before he smiles down at me. “The ball is over the line,” he adds, his voice barely more than a whisper. I reach for the waistband of his boxers.
“Then you should probably take off your underwear,” I say, bringing my hands to his arms on either side of me. He’s not close enough for my liking.
“Are you sure?” he asks, kissing me once before leaning back.
“Don’t you want to?”
“Of course I do,” he replies, so I reach for his cock and start palming him through his boxers. “Oh fuck,” he moans so loudly, a wave of excitement courses through me in an instant. “Nevaeh—shit.” Adrian’s voice is riddled with pleasure, encouraging me to keep going, to keep hearing him. “Nevaeh, stop, please,” he says, and I let go of him.
“I’m sorry, I thought—” He cuts me off by placing his lips on mine and taking my hands to pin them over my head.
“You thought right, but I won’t last long if you play first,” he says, grinding his cock against my covered clit.
My back arches off the uncomfortable, prickly ground as a moan leaves my lips. He restrains my hands by pressing my wrists into the ground, but it excites me. I’m under his control, and, fuck, it feels good.
Adrian rubs against me again, sending shivers down my spine and arms and anywhere else they can reach.
“Fuck, Nevaeh,” he moans, and my eyes open to see his lips parted to form a small O-shape. His eyes are on my face, burning my cheeks in the best way. I lift my head off the ground to bring my mouth to his.
“I need your cock inside of me,” I say against his lips before meeting his grinding movements by wrapping my legs around his hips.
“Baby, I’ll bury my cock so deep inside of you, you’ll feel me with every step for days to come,” he replies with a smile before getting off me to reach for a condom out of his shorts’ pocket.
A warm breeze glides over me now that his body no longer covers mine, and I stretch my arms and legs along the ground. The thrill of what we’re doing keeps my heart pumping rapidly against my ribcage.
Adrian settles back down between my legs, his fingers hooking around the waistband of my panties. He waits for me to give him an approving nod before sliding them down and smiling at his petit paradis. Out of all the things he could have called my pussy, he chose something so sweet and beautiful…
“You’re always so wet for me, for my cock,” he says, and I sit up to close the unbearable distance between us.
“You spent the last half hour turning me on, making me wet for you. Don’t make me wait any longer,” I beg, and he gives me a brief chuckle, sliding his boxers down and revealing his cock. He slips the condom down his length as I watch every little move of his.
“How dare I make you wait?” he asks and pulls me closer by my legs, wrapping them around him again so that my knees touch his hips. His hand grabs my face, forcing my eyes to stay on his as he slowly slides himself inside of me. “Keep your eyes on me like the good girl you are, Nevaeh, and I’ll make you come however many times you want,” he promises.
My eyes are on his as he stretches me to fit his thick length, filling me in one slow and gentle thrust. His hand roams over my hip and up to my breast, pulling down the fabric of my bralette to watch it bounce free. A groan vibrates off him and right through me as he lowers his mouth to my nipple and sucks until stars cloud my vision.
“Adrian,” I breathe out through the pleasure. He trails kisses up my neck and jaw, making his way to my lips, but he doesn’t kiss me yet.
“You like getting fucked here, like this, where anyone could walk in and see us?” he asks, his lips brushing over mine with every word and every slow thrust. My core tenses at his filthy words, at the smirk stretching his lips. “Does my perfect angel get off on having my cock buried deep inside of her right here?”
A low, guttural moan escapes me, and he finally closes the distance between us, kissing me to feel the sound deep inside of him.
“Tell me. Let me hear you say it,” he says, slipping out of me and fucking into me so hard, the stars behind my eyes multiply by a million.
“I get off on it,” I croak out, and he rewards me by picking up his tempo and thrusting harder now. I grab onto his arms, holding on as hard as I can so he can ground me while simultaneously getting me high on pleasure.
“Atta girl,” he praises, a hand slipping over my neck as he kisses me again, swallowing my moans. “I fucking love how you take my cock. Just watch how perfect we are together,” Adrian says, grabbing my chin and tilting my head down until I’m looking at where he disappears inside of me.
I can barely hold myself up on my elbows as he slams inside of me, his fingers drifting between our chests and over my clit, rubbing it the way I like it. His gaze is full of desire as he switches between shallow and deep strokes, making my head spin until my eyes close.
“Keep those eyes open, Nevaeh, watch how good you make me feel.”
“Oh, fuck, Adrian,” I moan, my nails digging into his arms. Pleasure dances through me until it settles in my stomach, bringing back the tension I long for. “Yes, right there, please!” I whimper when he uses his thumb to trace circles around my needy clit.
“You like it just there, baby?” I nod, studying the look of pleasure creasing his forehead and making him bite down on his bottom lip.
Adrian keeps moving, too eager to push me over the edge to stop. He slips in and out with ease, bringing an indescribable feeling of completeness to my body. He buries his face in the crook of my neck as he moans my name repeatedly, which only brings me closer to my orgasm.
“Je t’appartiens,” he says before slamming so hard inside of me that I fall over the edge and right into paradise. The orgasm pulses through me like a wave of adrenaline, shaking my body against his.
I tremble from the intense orgasm. His thumb keeps rubbing in circles as his movements continue, his finger applying just enough pressure. Adrian moans loudly into my neck before his movements slow and his body sinks down onto mine. He keeps sliding in and out, even after he orgasmed, his finger still on my clit, rubbing and circling until I fall apart under him again.
“Shit,” I repeat more times than I can keep count, and Adrian lifts himself off me just enough to capture my lips and slip his tongue inside my mouth. My hands move onto his hard stomach, feeling him flex under my touch.
“This is not exactly where I saw us ending up today,” he admits, and we both laugh, my head still in the clouds. “Tell me something, Nevaeh,” he says, so I open my eyes to watch him lift my panties. “You’ve been wearing a lot of orange lately. Is it for me?” he asks, leaning back to help me slip my orange panties back on.
“It’s your favorite color, so, yes,” I reply shamelessly, loving the way he smiles happily.
“It used to be,” he says and hovers over me again to kiss me.
“What is it now?”
He rubs his nose along my neck for a moment, then says, “I have multiple now.”
“What are they?” Adrian pushes himself up again, pulling me with him until we’re both sitting upright.
“The color of your lips, the color of your eyes, the color of your hair, and the color of your blush.” He stares down at where my hand is before wrapping his fingers around mine. “Those are my new favorites,” Adrian says, a shy smile covering his lips. “I hope that’s alright with you.”
“As long as it’s okay with you if I keep wearing orange because it reminds me of you,” I say, doing my best to swallow past the emotion building in my throat.
“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”