Chase Her
Adrian
Her hands are still on his thighs as I grip her hips and move her up and down against me. They flex and press into him, and I can see all over his face how much he hates this. He hates it; that he’s turned on watching us. I don’t even mind that she’s touching him. I love that it anchors him to us. If he moves, she falls forward, and he likes her, even if he hates that I’m inside her.
She starts to move, overtaken by the sensation, and I drop one hand from her hips and reach around to tease at that bundle of nerves. She will come in front of this audience tonight, and then I’ll fill her up and make her wear it. I know it won’t take long. This is a free fall. Greg shifts, palming himself, and I catch the movement in my periphery. But I can’t let him distract me. Not when I’m this close to breaking her open, making her shatter for me. If I move now, I lose the moment. Instead, I bury my head into her back, and I could die like this—deep inside of her.
She moves like sin.
Every sound drips with passion, with pleasure. I need to mark this occasion, and I growl as I bite into her shoulder, at the same time increasing the rhythm over her clit, punishing her. I feel her shudder, her body trembles and her pussy tightens, and she moans.
“That’s right, baby,” I groan against her neck, “Let him hear you.”
Her breath turns ragged, and I know she’s getting close, but I need one more thing before I allow her to tumble. Moving my hand back to her hip, I force her to slow, a strangled cry emitting from her as a result.
“Beg me, Lex.”
She doesn’t even hesitate; she’s so close and desperate for it.
“Please…” it’s feather-light.
I shift my gaze to Greg, sneering in satisfaction.
Then I wink at him, watching his face drop.
“Good girl,” I groan, and then, “Who does this pussy belong to?”
Her head drops, hands still pressed into Greg’s legs.
“Oh god, please, you, Adrian. I’m yours.”
The room is silent; the only sound is her breathy little cries of pleasure.
I return my focus to her, moving my hand back to her clit and pulling her back onto my chest, adjusting to drive into her at an unforgiving pace. Her back arches with every thrust, and I circle her clit mercilessly. The chaos returns to her breathing, and she clenches around me. My arm around her waist tightens, desperate to pull her closer, deeper.
“Come for me, baby,” I demand.
It’s all she needs. Her body locks up, a choked whimper slipping past her lips as she pulses, strangling my cock in tight, relentless waves. The party disappears as I thrust into her, chasing the drag of her orgasm, needing to feel every single squeeze of her pleasure. Her moans pitch into something broken, raw, and I know she’s beyond saving now—drowned in pleasure, lost to it. I keep pushing, dragging her through every last pulse, riding out the aftershocks. My pleasure hits me like a freight train. I bury myself as deep as I can, releasing a guttural groan against her skin as I spill inside of her, owning her in every way.
She’s boneless, breathless, against my chest. I drag my lips up her shoulder, pausing to kiss the red bite mark before continuing to her ear.
“Now he knows, they all know, who you belong to.”
My words have my dick shifting, still inside of her. I press a kiss to her jaw. She doesn’t move to get off me. Shifting my eyes up to meet Greg’s, I steel my expression and narrow my eyes.
“Do yourself a favor,” I smirk. “Don’t so much as fucking look at her again.”
The trance-like look on his face disappears, and he clears his throat. He looks around the room to see the crowd of people who have gathered.
“Get the fuck out of my house, Liberty. Take her with you.”
With a look of pure disgust, his attention shifts to her.
“Jesus Christ, Lex.”
With that, he turns and storms away. I chuckle.
He can play mad all he wants, but he was still hard. His exit brings Lex back to reality, and she tenses.
I’m still buried inside of her.
“Oh god. Oh my god.” She whispers.
Reaching up, I grab her jaw and pull her gaze to mine, locking our eyes.
“We’re going to leave. You’ll stand up, wait for me, and walk out of here holding my hand. You will not clean yourself up. You’ll let my cum run down your fucking thighs for everyone to see. Do you understand me?”
The heat of the moment is gone, and her eyes are once again a storm in the ocean. Dark, blue, destructive. She nods slightly, and I could let that be enough, but I can’t fight the urge to dominate her a little more.
“Say it.”
Her full lips part, and she replies, “I understand,” I’m starting to smirk when she continues, “And I fucking hate you.”
I kiss her lightly.
“That makes two of us.”
I release her and tuck my dick back into my pants as she rises. She tugs her dress back into place and nervously looks around before casting her eyes to the floor to wait for me. I take my time, loving this version of her, loving that, without question, my cum is leaking out of her. When I stand, she shifts, clasping her hands together and looking so submissive that I could take her here again, right now. Practicing a tremendous amount of self-control, I grab her hand and pull her toward the front door, living for the whispers I hear as we pass.
She’s silent as we walk, quiet when the front door closes behind us, silent when I open the truck door, and she climbs inside, and I catch a glimpse of the cum that’s dripped down her thighs. We’re silent the entire drive back to her place; it’s only when I shift into park and turn the truck off that she says anything.
“I need you to stay away from me.” Her voice cracks slightly, and my heart mirrors it, splintering at the sound. At the realization of what I’ve done.
I should apologize. Tell her I wasn’t thinking clearly when she antagonized me. She’s oxygen, and nothing matters as much as her. I’m searching for words I’ve never said to anyone before when she sniffles, and I see the first tear fall from her eye as she looks straight ahead.
I’m losing her.
How do you lose someone you never had?
She leans down, collects her purse and the shoes she kicked off, and opens the door.
“Lex,” my softer, pleading tone is back. “Please…”
She whirls to face me, her expression twisting with venom.
Hatred simmers in her stormy eyes, and the look stuns me to silence.
“Stay the fuck away from me, Adrian!” She screams, tears falling freely.
My chest seizes as she slams the door so hard the truck rocks. I grip the steering wheel, anchoring myself. She takes off, running to the doors of her condo.
Get out of the truck. Go after her.
Don’t let her go.
I should chase her. I should fix this.
But I can’t fucking move.