16. Chapter Sixteen – Lily
Lily
"Okay, this isn't at all what I pictured," I admit with a giggle as we step into our room for the next few hours.
"What the...?" Adam stops mid-sentence and freezes.
From the outside, the hotel seems pretty inconspicuous. Aside from the red neon sign, nothing indicated that this would be a love hotel at all, much less themed. But the inside is on a whole other level.
There were some BDSM elements in the lobby, so I figured that's the theme we're going with here. I thought they would have some toys, whips or restraints to borrow, but I did not expect to walk straight into a BDSM dungeon.
"Is that a goddamn St. Andrews cross?" Adam asks, judging by his expression not sure whether to be impressed or shocked, pointing to our left. I follow his gaze and burst into laughter, because yes. It most definitely is .
Still chuckling, I walk further into the room, turning around to take it all in. The deep red walls are adorned with several methods of restraint: ropes, handcuffs, satin bands, everything a BDSM heart might desire right over the bed.
A shelf at the wall on the far end of the room has feathers, whips and other tools I can’t even make out. Another wall has a bunch of sex toys, dildos in all kinds of shapes, which I am definitely not touching with a ten-foot pole.
I’m sure they clean them well but… just no. Not a chance
"I mean, I'm not mad at it," Adam chuckles, already starting to unbutton his shirt.
Honestly, I wouldn’t be mad if he kept it on. The way the white fabric has turned transparent with the rain, clinging to his skin and showing hints of the muscles he's hiding underneath… I like what I see.
And judging by his heated gaze, my white blouse was a good choice to wear today as well.
"Yeah, you like the room?" I raise my eyebrow at him, trying to gauge his reaction.
I fear it's still too early. We've only slept together once; that’s definitely not enough times to dive deeper into each other's interests, kinks, and fetishes. What a shame, because I’m curious about him. I have a feeling he's a very giving man, so to speak, but I wonder what the extents are. Is he into overstimulation? I could definitely get down with that. Edging? Probably not so much. I’m way too impatient.
"How about we take a shower together first?" He shrugs his shirt off, oblivious to the sex-related questions about him that are running through my head and begins to peel his wet pants off his legs as well.
“Ohhh, I haven't even checked out the bathroom yet. Hold on.” Pulling my blouse out of my skirt, I walk around the corner to do just that, my breath hitching when I look up. "Holy shit."
Within seconds, I feel his warm presence behind me, looking into the room over my shoulder.
"Nice! A bathtub and a shower? It's putting my damn suite to shame."
"Right?" I say, not taking my eyes off it as I finally reach the last button. "I think it can wait, though." I let my blouse fall to the ground and shimmy out of my skirt, tights, and panties. It takes a while because the wet fabric is really fucking stubborn, but I have a feeling that Adam is enjoying the less than graceful show.
Once I straighten my back and turn to him, he reaches behind me to unclasp my bra, letting it fall down as well.
"There's so much going on here I don't even know where to start," I tell him, eyes transfixed on his chest as it vibrates with laughter.
I like a man with a broad chest. And broad shoulders.
And with Adam’s laugh.
"How about you tie me to the bed and sit on my face?" he suggests, his hands warm on my hips as he pulls me flush against him. My breath hitches as I look up at him, heart racing when I see the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
"I mean," I stammer, taken aback. That was direct. More direct than I expected. Closing my eyes, I giggle nervously before I reply. "That can certainly be arranged."
"Wonderful." He pulls me closer and I’m just about to rise on my tiptoes when I see something from the corner of my eyes.
"You're not going to believe it," I say in a whisper, my eyes darting to the machine hidden right behind the bathroom door. "And I hate to ruin the moment, but they have a goddamn dryer in here. They are a very smart business."
Wordlessly, Adam turns around, gathers up our clothes and throws them in there, trying to figure out how to start it. My brain is not in reading mode, so I let my phone translator guide me, and before I know it, it’s running.
And as soon as the familiar hum fills the room, my feet are suddenly off the ground.
“What the-” I try to object. I don’t even know what I want to say. Old reflexes come back, but I swallow down the ‘I’m too heavy.’ He’s carried me over his shoulder once; at this point, he knows what he’s getting into.
He doesn’t even give me enough time to form a sentence, anyways.
My back already hits the wall, and Adam forces my thighs around his middle, and I lock my ankles behind his back instinctively to stay in place. He cages me against the wall with his whole body capturing my lips in a heated kiss. The wall is cold, and I arch my back to escape it, happily sighing when it means pressing my breasts against him.
After the initial moment of shock, my hands land in his hair, running through it, playing with the wet strands under my fingertips as he ravages my mouth and steals my breath away.
Before I know it, one of his hands finds my breast to give it a rough massage, causing me to whimper into the kiss and break it, because the sensations are so overwhelming I almost forget how to breathe. Fuck.
"Bed?" Adam growls against my throat where he presses light kisses against my skin, and I nod fervently.
“Please.”
He gently sets me down, then takes my hand and pulls me after him back to the bedroom, pushing me onto the bed. I can’t help but notice that this is the first time he hasn’t thrown me on it.
Curiously, I watch him cross the room and examine the tools on the wall opposite the bed before he turns back around and holds up two of the black satin bands. My eyes grow wide and dart between his face and the bands in his hands.
"Wait, you were serious?"
"Of course, I was serious.” He looks at me like I've grown another head. "These matters are very serious, Lily. I wouldn't joke about them."
"That's good to know," I say, still not quite believing that this is real life. I take the bands out of his hands and crawl up the bed until I reach one of the bed posts, starting to tie the first band around it. Then I see a little scribble on the wall, hidden by the wooden post and burst into laughter.
"God damn, they even have a whole manual here on how to tie them." They’ve really thought of everything and I’m not sure whether to be intimidated or impressed.
"Then you better put it to use." Adam gets himself comfortable on the bed, then spreads out his limbs like a starfish, offering me his wrist. "Come on, beautiful."
I shake my head at him and bite my lip but comply. "Alright."
Once I'm done, he tests the sturdiness of them. The knots don’t loosen when he pulls at the bands, and they also don’t get any tighter. And I've left them loose enough that he can easily wind his hand out of it, just in case. Satisfied with his test, his eyes return to me, a hungry grin tugging at his lips.
"Now come on," he beckons me, and I raise my eyebrow at him. "Get up here."
“Hey, you’re the one tied up. Doesn’t that mean I get to call the shots?”
“Get. Up. Here.”
“Okay, well apparently not,” I mutter under my breath.
"Oh god," I mutter under my breath, then climb up his body, my cheeks turning warmer and warmer with each centimeter. "What did I say yes to?"
By the time I reach his head I’m bright red, trying to find a position that works. Finally, I find one, with my shins over his arms, gingerly sinking down until his tongue reaches my already soaking wet pussy, licking through my folds, before finding my clit.
For a few moments, I'm too shy to enjoy it. I might be over my body insecurities but having your pussy hovering over a man’s mouth like a fucking dangling apple game would make every woman self-conscious.
But then his tongue does something, one little twirl before it wanders lower and dips into my hole, and all the fucks I gave just go out the window with breaking glass and a flip.
"Fuck," I moan, my hands finding the bed post, fingers digging into the hard wood as he does it again.
"You know I said sit on my face," he mumbles against my pussy and honestly, I contemplate giving him my full weight just so he’ll stop talking from that angle. "Not hover over it."
"Shut up," I scold him playfully and reach back to pinch his nonexistent belly. "I'm not about to suffocate you."
"You're not going to. And even if I do, it’s a death worth dy-"
I lower myself after all to shut him up and a satisfied hum goes from his lips straight to my clit. Fuck, that feels amazing.
And oh boy, that mouth is talented. It doesn't take him long to have me writhing on him, a steady stream of moans and whines coming from my lips as I move my hips against his tongue, all apprehension forgotten.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I curse, as he continues his efforts, flicking his tongue, circling my clit, moving lower to plunge it into me while his nose nudges my nerves. Fuck, he's good. My orgasm is building up. I can already feel the familiar tug in my belly, fell the sensation building higher and higher until it’s about to pop.
“I'm going to come," I moan, my hand reaching down to find his hair, fisting it, pulling him where I want him as I ride his face.
The only form of acknowledgment from him is a satisfied hum until I shout his name as the pressure in me releases, fingers digging into the bedpost as my whole body goes rigid and I actually cum on his face, my whole body shaking as he continues to lap up my wetness like it’s an Olympic sport.
Holy fuck. That is an orgasm to write home about.
The grin on his face speaks volumes when I want to move off him and catch my breath. But before I can, he has freed his hands and grabs my thighs, keeping me right where I am as he continues to lick me through my orgasm until I'm a whimpering mess on top of him, my body still twitching with aftershocks.
"Fuck, Adam." My insides start to coil up again like a spring, and I stop him. The next time I come tonight I want it to be with him and not awkwardly sitting on his face for a solo-show.
He hums and finally lets me get up. When I look behind me, I can see his hard cock already leaking with want for me.
"How about you get your hands back into those slings and let me handle the rest?" I ask him, but he shakes his head .
"I was thinking maybe it's your turn." He raises his eyebrow at me and looks between me and the satin bands. I bite my lip, following his gaze. “How about it, Beautiful?”
I can’t say I’ve let a man tie me up before, but then again, no man has ever asked me to sit on his face before.
"You know what? Fair's fair," I finally say with a nod, letting him get up.
I fluff the pillow before I lie down, reaching out my hands to both sides. It takes him a bit of adjustment since my arms are a bit shorter than his, but with his expert fingers, he has the soft fabric slung loosely around my wrists quickly.
"You're good at this." I raise my eyebrow at him curiously.
He shrugs, shooting me a sheepish grin.
"I'm experienced," he says with a wink, and I swallow past the lump of jealousy that’s just appeared in my throat.
"Experienced with tying up or getting tied up?" I can’t help but ask him.
"Both," he admits, checking the bands one more time and making me pull my hands out of the slings to demonstrate that it works.
"Perfect. Now, I've been waiting the whole day for this," he says, and before I can even ask him what exactly he meant, he leans down and his lips close around my nipple.
"Fuck," I moan, my back arching involuntarily.
My breasts are such an erogenous zone for me that actually one time in my younger years, I managed to come from nipple play alone .
But that was many, many years and partners ago. As much as almost every man proclaims to love boobs, none of them managed to get me there again.
But Adam?
Holy fuck. He’s devoted. The way he sucks on them, massages them, and plays with my nipples, he might just make it happen.
It doesn't take long before I stop thinking under his touch, everything coming out of my mouth an incoherent mess.
“I need, mohaahh,” I plea for more, for less, for him to fuck me.
"Adam," I moan, arching my back, pushing my boob harder against his mouth.
He chuckles with my nipple still between his lips and his tongue nudging it and my entire body shudders at the vibrations it sends through me. My hips begin to move on their own, trying to find friction against his thigh, against the bed, anywhere. Until he pulls back his leg, and I'm left wanting.
"Fuck. Adam. I need you," I plead with him, but he lifts his head off my nipple and shakes it, a vicious grin playing on his lips.
"You know." He lifts his finger to trail the gentlest path from my collarbone down between my breasts, making the hair on my skin stand up and goosebumps spread all over my body. "You're fucking beautiful the way you react to each touch."
His finger closes in on my nipple, evading it at the last millimeter, and I could scream in frustration .
"You're so pretty when I make you moan. When I drive you crazy just by touching you here." He flicks it with his tongue, making a horny whine fall from my lips. "Love how fucking sensitive they are," he continues, and I try my best to focus on his voice, but the way his finger is still tracing gentle paths over my body is almost making it impossible.
"You're only prettier when you come for me." He grins and gently grazes my breasts with his teeth.
"But you know, I'm an impatient man." Kissing a path from one of my breasts to the other, he closes his lips around the other nipple. "One day," he nods, "I want to make you come just with your nipples."
"Fuck yes," I groan. Can he read my mind? Well, if he does, he should know that I'm growing really fucking impatient here.
"But if it's someday, how about today you finally fuck me?" I raise my eyebrow at him, meeting mischief clouding his eyes as he kisses his way up my body until his lips capture mine in a heated kiss.
"I'm also very impatient," I whisper against his lips, barely able to catch my breath. "And I swear to God, Adam, if you don't fucking get to it, I will pull my hands out of these sorry excuses for slings and fuck myself on one of those dildos from the wall."
"Feisty when you're needy.” His face lights up and he chuckles. I could cry with relief when his hand finally finds my core and he pushes two fingers inside me. "You're sexy when you're demanding."
"I've been told I'm even sexier when I cum." I raise my eyebrow right back at him. He answers with laughter just as his finger plunges inside me, and I moan when his thumb finds my clit with ease.
"I like it, but I like you more when you're needy."
"Well, tough," I begin, but the last word gets stuck in my throat as he plunges an additional finger inside me and curls them just right to make me see stars. "Fuck."
Finally, he lines himself up with me and then enters me in one swift move.
"Fuck yes," I shout, lips curling into a smile that makes him shake his head at me.
"If you can still talk, I'm doing something wrong." And with that, he thrusts inside me harder and faster, fucking all words right out of my mouth, apart from his name.
I can feel the satin pressing into my skin, my fingers sliding around the slippery fabric and my release building up in my core. It doesn't take me long until I'm there again, and when he leans down to catch my nipple with his lips, it's all I need to leap over the edge and come apart in his arms.
“So gorgeous,” he whispers against my skin. I want to reply something funny, but he doesn’t give me any time to catch my breath or start thinking again.
No. He's in animal mode, fucking me harder as he chases his own release, my pussy sensitive from two orgasms, almost hurting when he reaches down to flick my clit. But I can't even complain because my third orgasm of the night washes over me like a fucking tsunami.
"Fuck, Lily," he groans, leaning down to bury his face in my throat. "About to come."
"Give it to me," I whisper into his ear breathlessly, and then he groans, his entire body shivering as I feel him cum inside me.
I pull my hands out of the slings to snake my arms around his back, feeling his tense muscles under my fingertips as he comes, slowly fucking me until he’s given me his last drop.
"Holy fuck," he groans against my throat, and I nod ever so slightly. Our heavy breaths are the only sound in the room and I want to bottle up this moment, relive it whenever I want.
"I heard we're trying out the bathtub," I finally tell him once we've both caught our breath, and his whole body vibrates with laughter.
"You know what? A bath actually sounds amazing."
He pulls me up with him, and I squeal when he lifts me bridal style to carry me to the bathroom.
I could get used to this.