Page 25 of Up All Night
“Is it okay?” I asked, my intentions so clear that I daresay he wondered why my mouth wasn’t already on him.
“Yes,yes.”
My God. What a dick.
I had never in my life had that thought with a side of positivity. But what the hell else could I think once my mouth was on that thing? I don’t care what Hadrian thought about his cock. I worshipped that thing like it was made for my mouth to suck and my tongue to tease. The whole length of it was so satisfying to kiss that I cursed biology for not letting this man stay hard for the rest of my fucking life – or at least the night. I would have sucked Hadrian’s cock for the rest of my trip even if I knew it would never go in my cunt again. Honey, it wasthatgood.
(Did I mention the man clearly shaved or waxed the business down there? Because he did. I was shocked. And pleasantly surprised. Made everything ten times better!)
“You like?” I asked with a kiss to his tip.
You should have seen his face. “It’s perfect.”
Hear that? I was fuckingperfect!
Hadrian flopped onto his pillow and covered his face with his hands. No wonder. That totally-not-small dick grew rock hard beneath my hand and mouth. I would have taken him to completion, but then my thoughts turned to… if he came, would he be able to fuck me again? Probably not! Fuck that!
“Okay,” I said with a grin. “That’s enough for you. What are you going to do for me?”
I don’t think he understood a word I said, but he got the message. “We go again?”
“Fuck yes we go again. What are you waiting for?” He was hard again! Get in me! There were more orgasms to be had and stars to see!
He flipped me onto my back again, that playful demeanor too much for my poor heart to bear. Hadrian covered me in eager kisses that had gone up in sweet quality since we briefly made out on the couch. I grabbed his hand and directed it between my legs.
“I touched your dick? Now you touch my pussy.” A girl had to make sure she was ready.
The man was as relentless with his fingers as he was with his hips. I think I broke his brain when I told him to take me two fingers at a time. Oh, let’s be real. I broke his brain about ten times that night.
“Wow.” The more he gasped in awe over my body and what it could do, the more I loved it. “Wow.So hot.”
Did he mean the act itself or my insides? ‘Cause I’m sure both were true.
He kissed me again. The news reports continued to play on the TV, and I didn’t give a fuck. “I need you.” Hadrian’s voice was as raspy as mine by that point. “I take you. Now.”
I was not saying no to that. Because, funny, I had been hoping he would say that. And I didn’t even have to tell him to get a condom this time!
The second time around was more intense than the first. With the driving desire for sex out of our systems, we were able to achieve a more intimate moment now. And bymore intimate,I mean he was more attuned to what my body did and I completely lost myself to the undulations of crazy sex.
This was it. I knew this was going to be the last time tonight. For all I knew, it would be my last time with Hadrian. Maybe my last chance for sex with a guy for months. (Hey, you never know!) I had to make the most of it. I had to enjoy every second of it, because even though Hadrian was young, he probably wouldn’t be able to go a third time. I probably pushed it with a second time as it was. I know that his breathing was erratic and his movements so deliberate that he pushed himself to new limits. (I did that. I made him push himself because he needed me one more time.)
“Come here.” That was the only thing he said in English. Everything else was a mixture of Japanese, Turkish, Greek, God knew what. Whatever phrases in whatever language that popped into his head was an instant lesson for me, the woman enjoying every hard thrust and grip to her body. I might have enjoyed it a little too much. Because the only time he spoke English again was when I moaned so loudly he was compelled to stop and ask, “Are you okay?”
“Yes!” I sounded like a dying cat, but my pussy was dying because of howgoodhe was, all right? “Don’t stop!”
He did one better. He lifted my legs to give himself the deepest penetration possible. Bonus? He looked me right in the eyes, his glossy brown ones so consumed with lust that I couldn’t help but moan like that again.
I watched him come before I felt it.
Men don’t often show us their vulnerability. This goes for men all over the world. Perhaps I’ve seen more of it back home than I have abroad, regardless of the guy’s ethnicity or nationality. But when they come like that? And let you watch? Doesn’t matter if this guy is yours for only a night or for the rest of your life. That’s fucking special. It also ensures you’re never, ever going to forget him – and he’ll probably never forget you.
Hadrian flashed me a wan smile before slowly pulling out. I should have enjoyed that moment a little more. Because the look of panic blowing up his face once he looked down kinda ruined everything.
“Shit!” He ripped off the condom and tossed it in the trash before I had a chance to figure out what happened. “Come on! Shower!”
It wasn’t until I was halfway across the room, my poor body addled from sex and my brain fritzed to hell and back, that I realized the damn condom had broken.
