Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
No more questioning. No more denying what we both wanted. I took his cock in one hand and the base of the tail in the other. Slow, gentle strokes turned rougher and faster as his hips thrust into my hand. His momentum and my firm grip on the toy forced the plug to rock back and forth over his prostate. The faster he pushed his cock into my touch, the better the plug seemed to feel in his ass. It was like he was spiraling out of control with the pleasure.
When he was so close I could almost taste the smell of precum in the air, I tightened my grip and slammed the plug back into his ass.
He exploded.
Pleasure seemed to roll through him, and he cried out frantic, indescribable sounds, like he’d never felt anything like it before.
Fuck, he was beautiful. When the pleasure finally released him, Adrian collapsed into my arms, draped across my lap. I wrapped my arms around him, urging his head to rest against my shoulder with my dry hand. I nuzzled his hair, placing a kiss on the top of his head, and for a moment, I felt utterly at peace.
I was as hard as a rock in my pants, but at the same time, I already felt satisfied. It was like I’d channeled his climax and shared it with him, but it hadn’t been halved. It had been intensified.
There were so many things I wanted to say. Some of them were sweet, a few of them were good-naturedly snarky, but none of them were cruel or meant to drive him away. He was different from everyone else, and I wanted him to stay right there with me. I didn’t want this moment to end, because I didn’t know if I’d ever get something like it again.
I didn’t know where this was going to go. I didn’t know if Adrian would come back from that headspace mortified or wanting more. So I clung to that, the feeling of him pressed against me, seed drying on my hand and my face buried in his hair, and pretended it wouldn’t have to end.
Chapter 13 Adrian
Incredible. The pleasure had built and swelled until I thought I would explode, then it was over, and reality started crashing down on me. I wasn’t sure how I could go from so happy I was almost drowning in the pleasure to so scared I didn’t want to move.
Would he hate me?
Had I pushed him too far?
Relief coursed through me as he gathered me close. He didn’t ask what I needed or make excuses and try to leave. He just pulled me to his chest and kissed the top of my head. If he was that tender, he couldn’t be mad. Could he?
Hands smoothed over my body and he held me tight, like there was nothing else in the world he’d rather be doing. True or not, I didn’t want to let the fantasy end. Everything about the night had been perfect. His teasing comments at dinner, the hesitant looks, the touch of his lips against mine, the way he’d finally taken over and become Master again…
Did it have to end? Was it one of those moments we’d walk away from, both straining to ignore what had happened until it was something that would never be mentioned… until it pushed us apart? His hold started to relax, and it was suddenly too much — or maybe it wasn’t enough.
“Don’t let go.” I didn’t even realize the frantic words had come out of my mouth until his arms tightened around me again. “I won’t.” Owen hugged me tightly to him, and I breathed in his scent. “Except to maybe get a little more comfortable.” He offered me a crooked smile. “I’d bitch about my ass being sore from this floor, but I think you probably have me beat there.”
“But you’ll stay with me? I know it’s not something we talked about, but—” Owen cut my words off with a finger against my lips, “I’m not going anywhere, Adri.” He almost sounded like Master, but he almost sounded like my brother, too. Either way, it wasn’t quite the voice I was used to. It was somewhere in between, warm and rich and soothing.
I snuggled close, not trying to hide how much I needed his touch. Everything felt topsy-turvy, like I’d just gotten off one of those kids’ rides that spun in circles until you weren’t sure which way was up. Only Master was anchoring me, and I wasn’t ready to let him go.
I wasn’t ready to have Owen back and let Master fade away. I wasn’t ready to lose the rock that was holding everything down. Owen was usually part of the storm, but when he was Master, he felt like the only thing keeping me together.