Kingmakers, Graduation

6. Adrik

6

ADRIK

I drive down Iza Grada toward the Kazbek, where I’ve booked the most expensive of the thirteen unique rooms within the boutique hotel.

I planned to come back here with Sabrina alone, but I can’t say I’m disappointed with the turn the night is taking.

I want Sabrina at maximum arousal and I don’t give a fuck what’s turning her on: it could be me, the car, or the girl. I don’t give a shit, so long as I have her at level 1000.

I watch in the rearview mirror as she starts kissing the Australian dancer. Sabrina has the fullest lips I’ve ever touched. Watching them entwine with lips almost just as full, almost as soft, watching delicate pink tongues lapping at each other, and slim, femini ne hands running over skin smooth as butter, curves like a Botticelli painting … I’ve never seen anything so right.

They kiss for a long time, longer than a man would have patience for. Their soft moans and giggles sound like every cheerleaders’ locker room, every slumber party of male fantasy.

Sabrina pulls down the front of Kylie’s dress, taking her breast in her mouth. Kylie leans against the car door, head thrown back, moaning as she thrusts her hands into Sabrina’s thick, dark hair, pressing Sabrina’s face against her chest.

Neither of the girls are buckled. Nor am I. If we crash, we’re all going down in flames together.

What a way to die, watching the hottest thing I’ve ever seen unfold behind me, in little snippets via the mirror.

Sabrina is aggressive and she knows what she’s doing. She’s putting on a masterclass back there, alternately licking and sucking on Kylie’s neck, playing with her breasts, all while sliding her smooth thigh between Kylie’s so she can grind her pussy against Sabrina’s leg.

When she has the blonde panting and moaning, Sabrina slides down the leather seat, putting her head under Kylie’s skirt, pulling her underwear to the side, licking that soaking pussy until Kylie makes frantic whimpering sounds, a steady, “ Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh,” that melts into a long, drawn-out, “ Uhhhhhhhhhhh!” as she starts to cum.

She’s got a quick trigger, or Sabrina has a talented tongue.

The moans of the two girls is a symphony in the backseat. It draws me back irresistibly, until I’m hardly sparing a glance for the road .

The long, winding highway is dimly lit. I really should pay attention to the cars that fly by with no respect for the speed limit, but there’s no fucking way I can tear my eyes off what’s happening directly behind me.

The sweet scent of the girls’ perfume fills the car, and the even sweeter scent of their arousal.

Sabrina’s eyes flash up, meeting mine in the mirror. She gives me a wicked smile, her lips swollen, her mouth shining with Kylie’s wetness.

She leans between the two front seats, seizing me by the face and kissing me so I can taste Kylie’s pussy in her mouth.

She holds me in place, kissing me wildly, while the car whips through the night.

I grab her with my right hand, growling in her ear, “You taste like a slut.”

“And you fucking love it.” Sabrina swipes her tongue in one long lick up the side of my neck, seizing my ear lobe between her teeth and biting down hard.

I stomp the accelerator, more motivated to get this fucking hotel than I’ve ever been to arrive anywhere.

I’m gonna rip that dress off Sabrina and throw her down on the bed hard enough to leave a dent in the mattress.

Sabrina’s still nibbling on the side of my neck like she did to Kylie. She’s running her tongue around the rim of my ear, then plunging it inside. She’s an animal, a cat in heat, more feral by the minute .

Kylie gets on her knees behind Sabrina, pulling her skirt up around her waist. I already know Sabrina isn’t wearing underwear. Kylie grips Sabrina by the hips and starts eating her pussy from behind.

Sabrina lets out a moan right into my ear, so sensual and aching that goosebumps erupt across every inch of my skin. My cock is hard enough to punch through cement. I’ve got half a mind to pull over right now and leap over the seat—I’d do it if the hotel were even a mile further away.

But I need a private room and a bed and a shit-ton of drinks to enact my plans. Sabrina is going to scream my name over and over and over, until she forgets how to say any other word.

She ran me ragged tonight, chasing her all over this goddamn city. Now she’s going to pay for every arrogant look, every rowdy remark, every minute she tried to defy me.

She’s going to learn the difference between what she wants and what she needs.

I don’t give a shit about this blonde, except as an accessory. I’ll use her to give Sabrina an experience like none she’s had before. Sabrina thinks she can get whatever she wants—I’ll show her that I can give her more.

After what feels like an eternity, we pull up to the wrought-iron gates of the sprawling baroque hotel.

The Kazbek was built in 1573 as a summer residence for nobility. Ivy swarms the ancient stone walls, the ranks of windows positioned to overlook the private beach. Thickets of citrus trees perfume the air, and cascades of hot pink bougainvillea drop their petals in a carpet on the cobblestones .

I toss the keys to the valet, who can only stare open-mouthed as Sabrina and Kylie tumble out of the backseat, flushed and disheveled, their arms around each other’s waists.

I already checked in this morning, the brass key to our suite safe in my pocket.

I lead the girls up the grand staircase to the upper level, then down the long hallway to our room.

Kylie looks around in wonder. “This is a hotel? It looks like a castle.”

“Everything looks like a castle in this city,” Sabrina laughs. “I don’t think they’ve built anything new in five hundred years.”

“But they know how to decorate,” I say, throwing open the double doors.

The sumptuous suite is adorned in dark wood, burgundy, and pale gold, the drapes falling twenty feet from the exposed beams of the ceiling all the way to the floor. A massive fireplace takes up the majority of the far wall, with a sitting room and a full bar in between the entryway and the master suite. The bedroom leads out to a private deck with an infinity pool that seems to connect to the endless expanse of ocean beyond.

It’s all gorgeous, but at this moment, I have eyes for one thing only: Sabrina Gallo.

“Get those fucking clothes off your body,” I order, ready to tear her dress to shreds if she hesitates.

“You want to watch me take my clothes off?” Sabrina teases me, one black brow raised like a question mark.

“ I do,” Kylie assures her .

Sabrina grabs a chair and drags it into the center of the room.

“You sit here,” she says to Kylie. Then to me, “Pour us a drink and I’ll get some music playing.”

She saunters over to the stereo system, scrolling through her phone for a playlist. She’s moving deliberately slow, throwing me a saucy glance over her shoulder.

Everything is a game to her. A test to see how far she can push me before I snap.

I pour the drinks impatiently, shoveling ice into the glasses, a double shot of Belvedere for each of us, a splash of soda and lime for the girls, straight up for me. Vodka needs no augmentation—it goes down easy as water as long as it’s chilled.

I press the drink into Sabrina’s palm, gripping her hip with my free hand, letting my fingers sink into her flesh to let her know I’m displeased that she’s keeping me waiting.

Sabrina drains her glass in three gulps, setting it down hard on the windowsill.

Then she starts the music.

She turns her attention on Kylie, who freezes in place on the chair, caught in Sabrina’s gaze.

When Sabrina fixes you with that steely stare, your heart rate triples. She’s not even looking at me, and I’m still baking in reflec ted heat.

I lean up against the wall, sipping my vodka, watching Sabrina sway to the music.

She prowls around the chair, never taking her eyes off Kylie, letting her fingertips trail along the seat back. As she comes around the front again, she whips her hair so the wild dark waves flow like a waterfall down her back, dropping to the carpet, crawling over on hands and knees.

There’s nothing subservient about this movement. Sabrina’s stalking like a tiger. Kylie sits back in the chair, breathing heavily, her eyes fixed on Sabrina’s face.

I can see Sabrina’s asscheeks exposed beneath the short skirt, and the marquise shape of her neat little pussy glistening in the lamplight. Like her nipples, her pussy is darker than her skin, which strikes me as undeniably womanly and erotic, especially when contrasted with the baby pink paleness of the blonde in the chair.

Sabrina reaches Kylie. She sits back on her haunches, pushing up Kylie’s skirt. She seizes the band of Kylie’s thong in her teeth and pulls it down the length of her legs, spitting it aside.

Then she stands once more, pulling her own dress overhead, baring her nude body.

My jaw drops.

I’ve imagined Sabrina naked a thousand times.

Never once did I get it right.

I could never dream up a body like hers. Curves like a Stradivarius, skin glowing like bronze, every millimeter of her designed with lust in mind .

This is no angel fallen from heaven; the devil made Sabrina, and he knew what he was doing.

Sabrina sits down on Kylie’s lap, grinding her ass against the other girl. She lifts Kylie’s hands and places them on her breasts like she’s a stripper at a club giving permission to a John.

Kylie touches her with reverence. She runs her hands over smooth brown skin that gleams like silk, down to Sabrina’s tight waist, and then to those exaggerated hips that make me want to throw Sabrina over the bed and mount her like an animal.

I’m storing up every second of this, because I know I’m gonna run it through my head over and over and over again.

My mouth is salivating, my balls boiling.

Sabrina reaches down between her legs and finds Kylie’s pussy. She rubs the shell-pink pussy as if it were her own, her delicate fingertips drawing exquisite pants and moans from the other girl.

I watch exactly how she touches the other girl so I can imitate it later. I watch how lightly she dances her fingertips over the exposed clit, how slowly and sensually she builds the waves of pleasure, how she varies her touch, never staying too long in one place.

The sounds she draws out of Kylie are insanely erotic. She has complete control of the other girl. Kylie’s head is thrown back, her eyes half-closed, lids fluttering. The moans coming out of her are low and guttural, shooting up into high whimpers and pleading;

“ Oh yes baby, yes baby, pleeeeease … ohhh, exactly like that … ”

Kylie cups Sabrina’s breasts in her hands, pulling on her nipples. Sabrina leans her head back against Kylie’s shoulder, eyes closed in ecstasy, grinding with sinuous grace .

The doubling effect of two beautiful women stacked on each other is warping my mind. Sabrina looks like Shiva, four arms and four legs, glowing like a goddess. I want to fall on my knees and worship her.

I cross the space between us in two steps, dropping in front of her and burying my face in that perfect pussy. Her taste and scent fill my mouth, rich and intoxicating.

Sabrina lets out a long groan, arching her back so her breasts press harder against Kylie’s palms.

I slip my fingers inside of Kylie, using my hand on one girl and my mouth on the other. I can hear them moaning together, Kylie soft and light, Sabrina low and husky.

I lick Sabrina’s pussy in slow, measured strokes, softly lapping at her clit. Building her pleasure in layers, like a pearl. Listening for each gasp and groan, finding exactly what she likes and then hitting it again and again and again.

“ Ahhh !” Sabrina gasps. “Don’t stop!”

I wouldn’t stop if this whole hotel were burning down around us. I’m not stopping till she fucking explodes.

Sabrina starts shaking like she’s hooked up to a generator. Thrusting both hands into my hair, she presses my face against her pussy, grinding against my tongue, crying out, “ Ohhhhhh my fucking GOD!”

I keep licking until she lets go of me, until she slumps back against Kylie, limp and weak.

I scoop her up, carrying her over to the bed and throwing her down on top of it .

Then I grab Kylie and lift her out of the chair, setting her down directly on top of Sabrina.

Kylie pulls her dress over her head so she’s naked, too. I brought her to the edge with my fingers but I was focused on Sabrina, and now she’s frantic, grinding against Sabrina, sliding between Sabrina’s thighs so she can scissor.

Laying on her back, Sabrina spreads her legs wider so Kylie can slot their pussies tighter together. Kylie kneels on top of her, facing sideways, rolling her hips in a rocking motion, riding Sabrina like a saddle.

The girls are so aroused that they gasp at every touch of skin. They roll together, shifting the angle of their hips, finding just the right spot and sliding against each other, eyes rolled back at the delicate friction of silk against silk.

Sabrina is voracious. Even though she just came, she’s already trying for another, bucking her hips against Kylie, biting the edge of her lip, her eyes narrowed in focus.

I want her focused on me .

Coming around to her head, I stand next to the bed and unzip my jeans, letting my cock spring free. It stands straight out from my body, dark and congested with blood, veins swollen and head throbbing.

I’m so hard that I might need medical attention. It looks like I took a fist-full of Viagra.

Sabrina’s the Viagra. I’ve never seen anything so gorgeous, or so erotic. Kylie wants to fuck her, I want to fuck her—it’s a competition to see who can get our hands all over her quicker .

I’ve been waiting too long.

I smack my cock against Sabrina’s cheek to get her attention.

“Get to work,” I order.

Sabrina’s eyes flash up at me. Her lips part, showing a glint of teeth.

The voice of warning tells me to be careful—this little psychopath might just take a bite out of me.

But the drive to slide my cock between those pillowy lips is irresistible. I push my cock into her mouth.

I sink into pure, liquid heaven. My eyes roll back in my head, my knees buckling beneath me.

Sabrina’s mouth is warm and swollen. She sucks cock the way she kisses—like she’s starving. It’s like she’s trying to suck the cum out of me from the moment her lips close around the head.

It feels way too fucking good.

My balls contract, and I feel a rush of pleasure, too much too soon. I have to rip my cock out of her mouth and squeeze the head hard in my hand to stop from cumming.

Sabrina gives a wicked laugh, which morphs into a moan as Kylie presses against her.

I shove my cock back in her mouth. The moan vibrates around my cock, sending shivers up and down my spine.

Kylie grinds against Sabrina. With each roll of her hips, I thrust my cock deeper into Sabrina’s mouth. We’re fucking her from both sides, sharing her, but not generously. We both want as much as we can get .

Kylie is scissoring so hard that it’s pushing Sabrina to the edge of the bed, until her head hangs off. Her chin tilts up, letting me push my cock all the way down her throat. I can see the bulge above her Adam’s apple every time I thrust.

Kylie is reaching a fever pitch, her soaking pussy sliding against Sabrina’s in short, frantic strokes. Her breasts bounce on her chest, her head thrown back and her blonde hair—still damp from the shower—trailing down her back. She starts to cum, longer than she did in the car, with a drawn-out moan that sounds almost painful.

I push my cock all the way into Sabrina’s mouth, holding it there while it twitches with pleasure. I pull it out again, glistening and wet.

Kylie sits up, panting, giving it a hungry look. She leans forward, mouth open.

I glance at Sabrina.

She sits up too, kneeling on the bed next to Kylie, passing my cock to the other girl like she’s sharing her favorite lollipop.

Kylie runs her tongue up one side of my cock while Sabrina slides her tongue down the other side. They move their mouths up and down, back and forth, their tongues licking and sliding and lapping from all angles. My cock is on fire between them. I’ve never seen such a beautiful sight.

The girls meet at the top, kissing and sucking around the head, their tongues entwined, their mouths closing over me from both sides.

They’re making out around my cock, treating it like a meal they have to consume to get to each other .

Playfully, they take turns with it, showing each other what they can do.

Kylie closes her mouth over the entirety of my cock, bobbing her head up and down aggressively, showing Sabrina how deep she can take it.

When it’s Sabrina’s turn, she dances her tongue around the head, swirling it around and around, then licking the underside with the flat of her tongue over and over until I can’t help but groan, my knees shaking beneath me.

The girls laugh, determined to torture me, determined to make me blow.

They team up against me, Sabrina sucking the head while Kylie licks the shaft and strokes my balls with her hand. They work together, vigorous and intent. I close my eyes, letting the sensation of their individual hands and mouths blend into one.

The girls swap positions several times.

Even blind, I can tell when Sabrina’s mouth envelops the head of my cock. Her lips are so warm and lush that there’s no mistaking them.

My cock is aching, throbbing, dying to explode directly into her mouth. I let each wave of pleasure hit me like a blast from a fire hose, refusing to let go, clinging to my last shred of control.