CHAPTER SIX
HENDRICK
My hand leaves my cock and latches onto the neck of the person who occupies my mattress. The body barely moves as I roll, seeking the knife that lies behind my pillow, against the backboard of the bed.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing—” The words are barely out of my mouth when a soft sound whispers between my intruder at me.
A sound I recognize.
“Adora?”
Soft hands contact my bare shoulders. She presses gently, letting me know my weight isn’t too much for her, but she’s not pushing me away.
Not yet.
“What are you doing in here, love?” I alter my question to fit her even as I settle over her body, aligning between her thighs that part a little just as her lips do.
My eyes adjust to the dim room light, the moon outside providing just enough to see by tonight.
It’s darker than last night, but bright enough to earn a glitter from her dark eyes, and see the flicker of her tongue against her lips.
“Love, I need to know why you’re in my bed.” Blood surges south as I register her soft heat pressed against my body, the way she yields to my knees slowly easing hers apart. My cock surges to life, nudging against her entrance.
Her sweet gasp leaves me aching, worse than before.
“I was scared– Without you.” It takes a moment for her to finish the stalked sentence, but I'm used to how she talks, and how she doesn't. Waiting her out is natural for us now, and every word is worth it.
“You’re worried he’ll find you here?” I brace an arm over her head, stretching over her.
Warm breath brushes my lips. She tastes like stardust and her eyes are pools of forbidden moonlight, and I haven’t even kissed her yet.
I’m beyond fucked and we both know it. “Love, you shouldn’t be in my bed, but if you’re not leaving now, then I won't stop you. But if you’re here…
” I glide my other hand along her side, finding her hip and stroke my thumb over the sensitive nerve there.
She gasps beneath me and rolls her hips up against me. “Fuck, Hendrick,” she whispers.
I lower my mouth over hers, stopping a breath away. “You’re too fucking good to be true,” I murmur against her mouth. “Too fucking beautiful.” Too fucking close. “Too fucking wet.”
I grind against her, slow and rough. Her answering mewl is soft, but I swallow it anyway.
Her group of mini mes is too nosy for their own good.
What happens in this room tonight is for us, alone.
Her lips part under the pressure of mine, granting me entrance as I press my tongue inside her open, hot little mouth.
Her legs widen for me, and suddenly I’m enveloped by wet heat.
Her eager little cunt welcomes my tip, and I’m all too ready to brand her walls with my preferred sort of sin.
It takes all my willpower to remain still when she lifts her hips, inviting me in, deeper, but I’m not rushing the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve had in a ling damn time.
My kisses deepen and her body softens beneath mine.
I find her hands, lacing them together and then over her head, enjoying the way she arches for me far too much.
I kiss her again, but she pulls away, her body a tense board beneath me.
Even her pussy grips my cock at the tip, and I fight a groan.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Are you okay?”
“I heard—” she breaks off, shrinking in my arms.
I check over my shoulder, but can’t hear anything. The house seems quiet, but quiet can be a deception. I smooth her hair back. “Love, look at me. Do you need me to check each room for you to sleep?” Not that sleep is what I have on my mind right now.
She watches my face, but I’m far from worried. The horses are an excellent gauge of strangers, and make a ruckus at the merest incursion. Every entrance to the house is well guarded, and each door has its own custom squeak by design.
Adora breaths out. “No,” she whispers, her voice small.
"I'll check,” I murmur, needing her to be alright, needing her to feel safe here, if nowhere else. “But if I run into Milo and he tries to serenade me drunk, I’m out.”
She giggles—motherfucking giggles—for me, and shakes her head. It’s the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard. “I’m sure he’s stumbling around finding a bed.” If he falls in with Athena there will be hell to pay. Actually, I’d love to see that.
“Stay?”
“Your bed will be cold.” I nuzzle her throat, licking and sucking, and ask what I need to hear from her. “Do you fuck him?”
“Jealous?” I swear she shimmies beneath me on command.
I grip her hands tighter, pulling her closer. “Do I need to be?”
“No. He’s a sweetie. That’s all.” She shrugs, and that’s fucking that.
I trail kisses along her jawline. “Good. Because if we do this, tonight and any night, love, I’m not sharing you on a stage, not for him or for any of them. Just you and me. Is that clear?” I keep my voice low, rearing back to see her.
“Alright,” she breaths, rocking her hips so her pussy warms the tip of my cock.
I inhale sharply. “Fuck, that’s good, love. I’ve got a mind to sink balls deep inside you, make this pretty little pussy hold me there and not move just to see how long you last without begging me to let you come.”
Her soft little whimper fucks with us both.
This is the insanity of our strange, obsessive love that falls on both sides.
The sort of obsession that Adora creates.
My hands grip hers tight as I plunge into her over and over.
A thrum runs through me that has nothing to do with my heart beat and everything to do with hers.
Our mouths fuse together, silencing her moans as her cunt clenches down on my cock.
Adora bucks up against me, and heat rushes between her thighs. Her walls flutter over my length in soft kisses as she comes, but I don't stop. I can’t. She’s addictive and utter perfection, and mine.
I no longer care about rules or who might be listening. I drive my hips down, fucking her brutally into the bed as her next orgasm follows fast on the heels of her last. Blunt nails dig into the backs of my hands and she gasps my name into my mouth.
I slam hilt deep inside her, bellowing her name into her mouth. She takes that secret with her, wrapping her legs around me as I hold her close. And when I pull back, she has tears in her eyes.
“Fuck, I was too rough with you,” I murmur my regret for hurting her.
She shakes her head, those glittering eyes still locked onto me, and latches her heels behind my back. “Again, Hendrick,” she whispers.
I swear my cock hears her and reacts, intent on stretching her tight walls, swelling to fill her.
Gripping her hips, I roll onto my back, securing her thighs either side of mine.
Our mixed cum drips along the sides of my cock, providing lube.
“Ride me, love. I want to see that cunt worship my cock.”
Her shattered breath is the most beautiful part of my night.
I wonder if she’ll reject me for a moment, but then she begins to move, lifting her hips until only my top is inside her heat, then dropping back down, impaling herself on my length.
She frees her hands, one lifting to cover her mouth as a moan tears free.
I circle her waist with my hands, lifting my hips from the bed to thrust deeper.
Her cries are louder, and harder to muffle.
She struggles so prettily for me as I fuck her hard and deep from underneath.
Adora whimpers round her hands as her next orgasm shakes her as she gushes with pleasures that coats us both.
As she tumbles onto my chest, her hands closing into tight fists as she struggles for me.
I let out a groan, holding her to me and fuck her hard, gripping her hops to hold her in place.
Adora’s mouth latches to my neck, and she licks and kisses there, muffling her moans.
Her pretty pussy flutters gloriously and I know my time is shot.
I pummel her, wanting to come with her once more.
The moment her pussy tightens, gripping my cock, I slam her down on me, holding her in place.
She rolls gently, her little cunt contracting on me in perfect waves that milk me root to tip.
I moan into her hair and sill my seed inside her a second time.
Adora clings to me as her orgasm sweeps her away, until she’s little more than a trembling, used wet mess on my chest.
And that's how we sleep, not cleaning up, just wet and messy and exhausted.
Until the sun rises.