Chapter 8 #5
Her hands flex in mine. She tugs, wanting her wrists, and I don’t make her ask. I release one and she slides it to my jaw, thumb sweeping across my cheek like I’m some wild thing she’s taming. The calm of that touch steadies me. I open my eyes. She’s looking up at me.
“Move,” she whispers, her pussy pulsing around. And then she whimpers. “Please.”
“You still want me to fuck you now that I’m fully inside you?” I nip her lip with my teeth, then soothe it with a gentle kiss, followed by a flick of my tongue against hers.
“God, yes!” I feel her pulse against me again, her back arching. I’ve already discovered how she likes to be kissed, the way her body responds when I tease her, the way she goes into a frenzy when I slide my tongue past her lips.
“Like this?” I draw back a few inches and press in again, learning the rhythm that makes her breath catch. Slow at first, finding the angle that makes her spine arch and her throat bare.
“Yesssss.”
I keep her pinned with one hand and cradle her head with the other, my body caging hers, my mouth never far from her mouth. I talk to her because I need the words as much as she does.
“There you go. That’s it. Take me. You feel so damn good, baby. Been starving for this. For you.” I kiss her, the kind of kiss that says more than I know how to, and roll my hips deeper.
She clutches at my shoulders, soundless for a heartbeat, and then she breaks into a whimper that I’ll keep locked in my memory for the rest of my life. I pick up the pace a fraction, not hard, just deeper, longer strokes, letting the weight of my body hold her steady while I work us both higher.
“Oh my god.” It’s half a plea, half a cry of pain, and my hips stutter, my movements faltering as I look down at her face.
“Adrienne—Baby? You okay?” I’m trying not to hurt her, but I can’t seem to stop my hips from moving.
“Fuck, it hurts,” she groans against my shoulder as her teeth sink into my flesh, hard.
I still. “Good?”
“So good.”
“Tell me,” I rasp. “Tell me what you need.”
“You,” she says, voice ragged. “All of you. Just don’t stop.”
That’s a prayer I know how to answer. I drive into her, a little deeper, feeling her meet me every time.
The couch creaks with every thrust. The room echoes with our moans and pants.
I press my mouth to the spot beneath her ear and whisper inaudibly the kind of promises I’ve been holding in my chest since the first time I realized I was head over heels for her.
She shivers under me, muscles drawing tight around me as if her body’s trying to keep every word. I change the angle with a shift of my hips, and she gasps, nails scoring my back in a way that snaps a cable in my spine.
“There?” I ask, rougher now.
“There,” she breathes, the word almost a cry.
I settle into it and let myself go a little.
Not enough to forget the way her breath hitches, or how her lashes flutter when she’s on the edge, or the exact second her body asks for more.
But enough to give her what she asked for when she showed up wearing that dress and that defiant little smile—enough to let her feel the desire I’ve been holding back.
“Scotty—” she gasps, and my control frays right there.
“That’s it,” I grit out, voice almost a growl as I pin her wrists again and drive harder, heat burning through my veins. Her tits bounce with every thrust, pushing me even closer to the edge. “Give it to me, baby. Let go for me.”
Her body tightens, draws me deeper, and I feel the exact second the wave takes her.
She comes apart, shaking under my weight, head tipping back, mouth opening on a sound that hits me straight in the cock.
I keep moving through it, murmuring nonsense against her skin, kissing her cheeks, her mouth, her throat as my release follows a few seconds later.
“Oh baby,” I groan, my entire body going tense as the best orgasm I’ve ever had tears through my body so hard I black out for a few seconds. I close my eyes, stars bursting behind my eyelids as I spill every last drop inside her.
“That’s my girl,” I whisper, breath breaking. “So damn perfect. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
She clings to me, riding it, and when the tremors turn to aftershocks, I slow, then still, staying buried and close, forehead to hers. The world is narrow and quiet around us, just the drum of our hearts and the soft sound of our breathing.
I don’t pull away. I don’t want to. I want to memorize the exact shape of this moment, the way she looks wrecked and happy beneath me, the way her hands slide down to hold my face like she’s afraid I’ll disappear, the way her chest rises and falls against mine, and then finally, matches the rhythm.
I kiss her one more time as I gently slide out of her.
“Oh, wow.” She laughs, sliding her hand down to cup herself. “I didn’t realize how much it would hurt after.”
“Shit.” I reach down to cover her hand with my own as she continues to laugh. “I’m sorry, was I too rough?”
“No! No.” She presses her other hand against my face again, “I didn’t say it as a bad thing. It’s just… the first time I’ve ever been with someone so big that it hurt. It’s a good thing, it’s hot.”
“Thanks. I guess?” I can feel myself blush a little, but I was worried about hurting her.
“It’s not just the length, it’s the girth. Imagine having that,” She continues, holding up her fingers in a circle that don’t touch, “shoved deep inside of you over and over again.”
“Jesus.” I laugh, my entire body clenching at the suggestion. “I’d rather not.”
“So, is that a warning you give to all of the women you meet? My dick is huge and might completely wreck your vagina.”
She’s propped up on her elbow, looking at me. I don’t really want to talk about me and other women at the moment, but I can’t help but feel this is her fishing for something. Or maybe it’s her feeling vulnerable now that she’s come down from her orgasm.
“No.” I reach my hand out and brush the stray hair out of her face. “I just wanted to be respectful with you and a gentleman if I’m capable of that.”
“Is this the part where you tell me I’m special and different than all the rest?”
I study her smile for a second, trying to decide if she’s teasing me or looking for reassurance that she is, in fact, different and special.
“Adrienne.” I tilt her chin upward so she's looking at me. “You are different and special to me, you know that, right?” She keeps her eyes on mine. “You’ve been one of my good friends since we were kids, and I trust you. I value our friendship.”
She’s searching my face for something, like she’s waiting for me to say something else. Then, she smiles, and that questioning look on her face disappears.
“I know. You’re special to me, too.”
It’s quiet for a few seconds, an awkward stillness settling between us.
“I did promise you dinner, so I should probably go throw those steaks on the grill.”
“That sounds amazing, I’m starving.” She stretches her arms overhead, and I can’t resist the urge to reach out and cup her breast, leaning down to swirl my tongue around her nipple.
“Oh.”
“Sorry.” I cup her other breast and do the same. “I couldn’t help myself. They’re just so fucking perfect.” I’m about two seconds from saying fuck the steaks and taking her again when I freeze.
“What?” She looks down at me, panic clearly written on my face.
“Are you on birth control? I—I.” I have never once forgotten to use protection with someone. I can’t believe I just did with her. “I came inside you, I didn’t even think twice about it, fuck. I’m sorry.”
“No.” She says, staring at me blankly. “I’m not.”
“What?” My panic dials up when she suddenly bursts into laughter. “Are you joking? Are you teasing me right now because that’s not fucking funny!”
“You really think me, Adrienne Slade, the “bossy triplet” as you all like to say, the type A lawyer wouldn’t think of that?”
I lunge toward her, grabbing her wrists and pinning her hands overhead before she can even flinch. It only sends her even further into a fit of laughter.
“You’re a fucking brat, you know that?” I press my now hard cock against her again, causing her laughs to slowly turn into moans. “Just for that, I’m going to fill you so fucking full, my cum will be dripping out of you for a week.”