Adrian can think this is casual all he wants, but I have big plans to convince him otherwise.
“Try to relax your throat, and breathe through your nose when you can,” he instructs. Then he uses his grip in my hair to push me further down on his cock, guiding me to bob up and down the full length of him. I try to suck and lick as much as I can manage, but every once and a while, he holds me down, forcing me to gag around him before pulling me off to catch my breath. Every time, I worry I’m going to finish in my pants because of how sexy it is, but he told me not to come, and I don’t want to disappoint him. Thinking about him scolding me for it is almost hotenough for me to say “fuck it” and stop holding back, but I really do want his mouth back on me, so I fight off my climax.
“Fuck. Hudson, I can’t…” he mutters between panting breaths. “Going to come… Tap my leg twice if I can finish in your mouth.”
I hurry to double tap, desperate for the full experience, and as soon as I do, my mouth is flooded with his release. On instinct, I swallow as much as I can, and only a little gets past my lips, dripping down my chin as he continues to thrust into me through his orgasm.
Adrian finally lets go of my hair, and I pull off him, smiling. “That was awesome!”
He laughs, showing off his dimples as he sits up to hold my face in his hands before desperately kissing me. I know he can taste himself on me, and the thought has me moaning into his mouth as he makes out with me.
He palms my leaking cock, squeezing me through my pants before shifting his hands to my chest to guide me back to lay on the bed. Still kissing me, he pushes my shirt up, tracing his fingers over each of my abs before finally breaking away to pull my underwear and pants off me.
He doesn’t waste any time teasing me, and I’m grateful as he sucks me deep into the back of his throat. “I’m already so close,” I warn, and he hums around me, earning another loud moan from me. His mouth feels incredible, so warm and tight as he swallows around me. He pulls back just a little, using his hand to cover what doesn’t comfortably fit in his mouth, twisting and moving up and down with his motions as he continues to suck my dick like it’s his favorite thing in the world.
His tongue swirls around the head of my cock before teasing the slit, and I’m sure he can already taste me. The thought of both of us tasting like each other lights up something primal inside me, the part that desperately wants to claim him. I want that, all thetime. We might not be officially dating yet, but tasting like each other’s cum sounds like a great option for now. I wonder if there are other subtle ways that we could claim each other. Would he be willing to give me a hickey? Would that raise too many questions? Maybe something more subtle. I could borrow some of his cologne? Maybe one of his fancy watches. I love the idea of having some part of him with me all the time.
As much as I want to live in this moment forever, with the taste of Adrian’s release fresh on my lips and his wrapped around my cock, everything feels way too good, and I know I’m close. “I’m going to—” I try to warn him, but it’s too late as I come in his mouth. He continues to lick and suck at my tip as I enjoy the high, though, so I don’t think he minds.
My orgasm is so intense after so much build up while blowing him that I worry I won’t be able to move after it’s finally over. I lay there, trying to catch my breath.
He shifts to lie next to me, cuddling up to my side. “This is going to be fun.”
I laugh. “Yeah, it is.” Then I remember we agreed to talk after. Is he about to ask me to go back to my own bed? “Can I stay in here? Is that a boundary thing?”
He’s quiet for a minute, thinking about his answer. I appreciate when he does that, when he takes the time to consider what he actually wants instead of jumping to agree with me about everything. It makes me feel like he’s invested in us, in doing things right even if we’re approaching things physically before we agree to anything more.
“Yeah, if you’re okay with it, I’d like the option to cuddle or sleep together after we hook up. Otherwise, I’m worried one of us might end up feeling neglected or used. That isn’t what this is. We both care about each other. We just need to figure out our timing, if it really makes sense for the long term.”
I let out a sigh in relief. “Good. I’m definitely okaywith that.” And I like his confirmation that we care about each other, that he might be referring to this as an arrangement, but he hasn’t completely dismissed the possibility of more.
Being with Adrian physically has only made it more obvious that I want there to be a long term for us.
I won’t give up, and I’m ready to prove to him that he is my future and to fight for us until he believes me.
36
ADRIAN
April
“Hey! I brought your favorite coffee. Have you been going through withdrawals when I’m out of town?”
I startle a little at the sound of Beck’s voice. I guess I’ve gotten pretty used to being alone here with how often he’s been gone. Even with the Werewolves in the playoffs now, this is the first I’ve seen him in the office in over a month.
“I am perfectly capable of buying my own coffee.” I gesture to the almost empty cup sitting on my desk. Beck doesn’t need to know that Hudson bought it for me, or that he’s been showing up earlier than he needs to for his morning weight sessions so we can leave and get here at the same time.
One of the boundaries we did agree on was not carpooling to work, even if our schedules happened to match up. It seemed like a good idea to not have people seeing us driving together. I certainly wasn’t expecting Hudson to rearrange his schedule to match mine as much as possible anyway, or for him to always buy my favorite coffee for me when he is here.
Beck laughs. “See, why am I even here? You don’t need me.”
I roll my eyes, smiling as I assure him, “I always like to see you though.”
“Thanks, A. Are you free now? I wanted to talk to you about something, and I thought it would be better to do it in person.”
I glance at my computer screen and save the email I’d been typing as a draft, since it isn’t urgent, then I log out and follow him into his office, sitting in one of the chairs across from him at his desk. “So, what’s up?”
He looks at me seriously, takes a deep breath, and for the first time, maybe ever since I started working with Beck, I’m nervous.
