15. Adelaide
ADELAIDE
After a fun evening of laughing and telling awful jokes back and forth, we rode home in a comfortable silence. I was feeling the food coma settling in, as well as the fuzziness of having a few drinks.
He pulled around to the front door of my house, “Thanks for giving me a chance.” Vance squeezed my hand. I forced myself out of the car and headed for the front door. Goodbyes were not my thing. I hated them. I was the queen of an Irish goodbye.
I heard his door though, thanking god that he called my bluff. I wanted him to come up. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted more. As soon as possible.
“Hold on, it’s not polite to just drive off and not make sure you get in okay.” Good save.
“Of course.” I unlocked the door and stepped in.
“It’s also not polite to at least ask if you can get a kiss before one leaves.” Oooh, another good save.
I stepped back slightly, opening the door wider. “Is it polite to ask you to come in?” The look on his face was priceless.
Vance froze, then looked at his still running car. “I…” He raked his hands down his face. “I didn’t want to assume…”
“Vance, go turn off your car. I’m not going to lock you out.” The fact that he thought that I’d lock him out was hysterical.
“Thank fuck.” He jogged back and turned off his car. In the meantime, I went to the kitchen and got myself a bottle of water out of the fridge. He was adorably breathless, panting in the living room.
“For someone who manages a gym, you are quite out of shape.” I mocked.
“Sorry, all my blood is going to one particular place and my lungs and brain are suffering from it.” He walked towards me with purpose, pinning my hips against the counter kissing me like it was his last kiss on earth.
I was completely overtaken by him, melting into his chest and wrapping my arms around his neck.
Still holding my face in his hands, he leaned back enough to rest his forehead on mine.
“Fuck me. I’m done. I never stood a chance.
” He said what I was thinking. Really, what I had been thinking since he sat down and started to tell me pick-up lines.
If I was being honest, it was from the moment he said he was taking me to his dad’s bar.
I managed to slip under his arm and take his hand, “Not here. I have a new bed to break in and I think you're perfect for the job.” Yes, I bought an Alaskan king sized bed because of Tyson. I wouldn’t be telling Vance that though.
“Are we still doing pick-up lines, because that would get me every single time.” He rested his forehead on mine.
I started to giggle, “Actually no. But that would be a good one.”
Vance took the lead once we got through the bedroom, pulling his shirt off.
I couldn't stop myself from staring. He was equally as gorgeous as Tyson. A few less scars and more tattoos. He had a sleeve on his right arm that I could now fully see was pirate themed. If I wasn’t so distracted by his pants coming off, I couldn’t have told you what was in the tattoo, but the bulge in his spandex boxer briefs was even more distracting.
“Come here Adelaide.” My feet moved before I could even second guess him. “Outside these walls, I’m a fucking nice guy. Here, you are mine. Tonight, you are mine. Are you okay with that?” That was cryptic and I wanted to know more. I wanted to know what else he could do.
“Yes.” I answered without hesitation.
“Yes…” Alright. This was definitely going a direction that I could appreciate.
I felt the smile creep onto my face. This wasn’t necessarily new to me, but fuck it looked good on Vance.
“Yes sir.” Men like Tyson like to talk like they knew this, but they didn’t.
That didn’t mean they were any worse in bed, and he wasn’t.
It just was a word. Here, I could tell that Vance knew what he was doing.
And some part of me, a very large part of me trusted him.
“Tell me what you want, Adelaide.” His voice dropped and I was panting. Also, fresh out of words. “Quickly.” He demanded.
“I’d like my dress off, sir.” I fought the smile on my face.
He smirked, “Good answer.” Then turned me around and pushed my head down so I was looking at my feet. The zipper sound filled the room and suddenly I was turned on by the sound of zippers.
The dress I had on was tight and even when the zipper was all the way down it didn’t come off on its own.
Of course Vance made this the most sexy thing that had ever happened to me.
He rolled it off my shoulders, then trailed kisses down my neck and across my shoulder.
“Pl-please.” I managed to get out, this was torture.
“The more you beg, the slower I’m going to go.” And slower he did go. He shimmied the dress down, one tortuous inch at a time. Kissing a trail down my back.
I leaned my head back, I wanted more contact. I really wanted more of anything he’d give me. The only thing touching me was his fingertips and lips and it was killing me. I felt a finger tip on the back of my head, pushing it back down. “Don’t move.”
“Y-yes sir.” I whispered.
“I didn’t hear you Adelaide.” He barked.
“Yes sir.” I managed to get out more clearly this time.
Vance stood up and I could feel his chest against my bare shoulders, “One final thing, what will you say when you are done? When you have met your limit, what will you say?”
“Queen.” I blurted out.
“You're such a good girl Adelaide. Not making me wait for your answer.” Vance walked around me, using his pointer finger to lift my face to his. My lips twitched wanting to kiss him. I wanted to touch him. I wanted more and I knew I’d get it, but I was being greedy. “You’ll be rewarded for that.”
I meant to take a deep breath but it came out choppy, which made him smirk. Not the charming smirk either. A menacing, sexy smirk. One that melted my insides. “I’m not a super demanding dom. I just dabble in it.”
“Dabble?” I looked up at him through my lashes.
“Enough to enjoy myself and make sure you also enjoy yourself.” He took my hand and helped me step out of the dress that was pooled at my feet. “Those heels stay on.”
I nodded as he pushed me back down onto the bed. “Arms up Adelaide.”
I put my arms up, crossing my wrists above my head. That smirk was back. “You're no stranger to this are you?”
“No sir. I dabble.” I used his words on purpose.
Vance mumbled something before stepping out of his briefs and straddling me.
“I’m going to fuck these beautiful tits.
” He said sternly as he wrapped his hand around wrists.
“Then I’m going to make you feel good.” Then he smiled softly, “At this rate, I won’t last two seconds with you and that definitely isn’t what I want. ”
“What makes you think I won’t enjoy this as much as you?” I looked between his cock and his face.
Another crack in the role he took on, he smiled. “I think you were made for me.” Then his face straightened out. “Tip your head back.”