Naughty November

Chapter 3

THREE

RILEY

The weight of Adrian’s gaze was unmistakable. Even earlier, when I’d been circling the rooms and he’d been there in the background watching me watch people, I’d felt the way he looked at me. And now I was close to him again, leaning toward him like a moth tempting its fate with the flame.

Did I mind people watching me? Hell, no. That didn’t mean I wasn’t a little nervous, though.

“Tell me about the list, Riley. Tell me what you chose.”

The command in Adrian’s voice made me shiver.

“Dirty talk. Thigh riding.” Those choices felt safe. Sane. They felt tame compared to other things on the list and I was almost embarrassed to have picked them. But my boundaries were already pushed just by being here. By allowing Adrian into my space, to let him stare me down. Asking me if I was willing to do this where other people could see. It made me feel like my edges were frayed.

“I can work with that.” Adrian’s grin was dark, almost feral. He looked like I’d just handed him a challenge and he was ready to do whatever it took to exceed my expectations .

He didn’t question my choices and drew me in, pressing bodies together. I was only an inch shorter than him, maybe a little more. His mouth ghosted across my cheek. The warmth of his breath on my skin made me shiver again.

On instinct, I put my arms around his neck. Adrian’s hand smoothed a trail down my back. “Before I get started,” his voice rasped in a way that made my dick throb. “Do you have any objection to a little degradation?”

He could have asked me my name and I wouldn’t have been able to tell him. I was already drunk on his proximity. “Meaning?”

“Can I call you my little slut? Can I tell you how dirty you look grinding against me already, when I haven’t given you permission yet?”

Adrian’s words froze me in place. “I?—”

My cock throbbed. I hadn’t realized I’d been grinding into him until he pointed it out. Did I like being called a slut? The jury was out on that, but I liked being called his. “You can call me anything you want. I’ll tell you if I don’t like something.”

I tried to grind again, but Adrian’s hands found my hips and he held me in place.

“Stay still.” His tone was firm, like his body. “Be a good boy for me. Can you do that?”

“Yes.”

“Sir, or Daddy, if that’s your thing. I don’t mind either, but it has to be one or the other.”

I swallowed a knot of lust and fear. I’d never used either of those words in an intimate setting before. I was half-terrified that Daddy would sound too good, feel too good, coming out of my mouth. Sir felt safer. Not as frightening and life-changing as Daddy.

“Yes, Sir. I can stay still.”

Adrian’s lips found the curve of my neck and he kissed me there, soft and tender, his lips a ghost of a touch on my skin. “Good boy.”

I tensed so I wouldn’t start rutting against him.

“Every man in here has been staring at your slutty little shorts.” Adrian dragged his fingers across my skin, under my shirt, above my shorts, leaving trails of heat behind. “I saw you at the bar downstairs, Riley. Sticking your ass out.”

Adrian’s hand slid down. Through my shorts, his fingers grazed the crease of my ass. “It’s a remarkable ass.”

“Thank you.” I breathed, trembling. It wasn’t even what he was saying yet, but the honeyed tongue he used, making every syllable sweet and sticky, sinful.

“What did you come here looking for?” Adrian asked. His hands cupped my ass and I wanted so desperately to move, to grind against him, but I knew if I did, he’d stop me.

My answer was a frustrated whimper. Words failed me. What had I come here looking for besides this?

“Do you know what I think?” Adrian continued, not needing me to answer his question. “I think you came here looking for me. I think the minute you saw me, all you could think about were the things I might do to you. I think you wanted to be in that swing, your legs strapped open.”

I whimpered again and tried to rock against him, but Adrian made a tsk-tsk sound that had me instantly go still.

“Such a needy little slut. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you soon.”

“Promise?” I asked, because I needed to prove to myself that I was still capable of speech when all I wanted to do was whimper yet again. Whimper and whine and rock against him.

“Is that what you need? You need me to promise you that I’ll make you feel good?”

When I nodded, Adrian continued, “Then that’s what I’ll do. I promise that I’ll make you come so hard you see stars. I’ll make you do it in front of everyone in this room. Did you know they’re watching us?”

I shook my head. Truthfully, I’d forgotten that anyone else was there, but now that Adrian brought them back into focus, I felt their eyes on me. I was aware of harsh breaths from across the room. The sound of skin striking skin coming from a different direction. The scent of sex lingered heavily around me, making my head swim.

“They’re going to watch me put my hand down your pants and fuck you with my finger. They’re going to see how easy it is to get into your tight little hole, but I’m not going to let any of them touch you. Do you know why?”

I shook my head.

“Because you’re my slut. Say it.”

“I’m your slut.” I sounded like a slut. Needy and breathless. Lust-drunk. Incapable of stringing together a sentence.

“That’s right. You’re my slut. Are you going to let me take your slutty little shorts down so everyone can see your pretty dick? I want everyone to watch the way your cock strains and leaks.”

I pulled myself closer to Adrian and buried my face in his neck. I needed to hide from myself. From the people in the room. From the rush of want that had me begging helplessly against him in a voice that didn't’ sound like my own.

Adrian took his time getting there, though. He pet me some more. Stroking his hot hands up and down my back. He cupped my ass. Gripped my waist. Slid his fingers through my hair. Took me apart with gentle touches and dirty words.

Finally, finally Adrian slid my shorts down, exposing my ass, freeing my cock and balls. Now bare, Adrian pulled me against him. Thick fingers dug into the meaty cheeks of my ass and disappointment swelled in me when I realized he wasn’t going to touch my cock. He’d exposed me and then went back to grabbing my ass and telling me all the dirty things he wanted to do to it. Meanwhile, blood roared in ears, making my head swim.

“Do you need something?” Adrian asked, his fingers feather-light down the crease of my ass. The tease of a touch drove me far more mad than any other thing he could have done to me in that moment. I was already so keyed up, the gentle way he handled me had me crazy.

I huffed out an annoyed laugh and ground against him, but this time instead of stopping me, he let me.

“Is that what you need?” Adrian purred in my ear. “Do you need to hump my leg?”

I nodded, but I should have known that wouldn’t be good enough for him .

“I need you to use words. Tell me what you need.”

“I need a fucking orgasm,” I told him, not hiding the hitch in my voice when I moved against him in search of much-needed friction. The denim of his pants bit into my skin in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

Adrian slid a finger down the crease of my ass. That single bit of contact had my dick throbbing. I opened my mouth and kissed Adrian’s neck, buried my wanton noises against his flesh.

My hips bucked and Adrian gripped my cheeks in his hands and spread them apart. God, had I ever felt emptier than I did in that moment? I was hollow. An empty shell with lust poured into it.

“Needy little slut. You should see yourself. You’d spread these cute little cheeks for anyone, wouldn’t you?”

I shook my head. Every word he whispered dragged me further under his spell. Enchanted. Bewitched.

“You. Just you,” I told him, thrusting against his leg again. God, I wanted skin, though. His skin on my skin. I wanted his warmth. I wanted to feel his cock against my cock.

“That’s right. They can look, but they can’t touch, can they?”

Every syllable out of Adrian’s mouth made me want to thrust against him, but he held me still, captured me against him in a way that felt like he controlled every move I made. If he wanted me to fuck myself raw on the scratchy denim, I would. All he had to do was ask.

Adrian turned his head and ran the tip of his nose over my cheek. His lips brushed against me leaving trails of fire. I hauled him closer with one arm, keeping it hooked around his neck as I slipped my free hand down his body, giving him plenty of time to stop me. He didn’t.

I slid my hand down and cupped his bulge through his pants. Fuck, Adrian was huge. And hard. And grinding against me now, pressing his cock into my hand like it belonged there.

“Something you want?” he asked. His words felt obscene, even more than the fingers he had resting in my ass crack. Even more than my exposed flesh was the way he saw right through me. The way he pulled me in. Already this was the hottest thing I’d done in maybe years, maybe in all my sexual history, and so far we’d barely done anything. It was all sensation. Anticipation. Unquenchable thirst flayed open for all to see.

“You can touch me, Riley. Take my cock out. Maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you suck it later. Maybe I’ll lay you down and fuck your throat with it.” Adrian’s voice took on a darker, lustier quality.

I fought to get his pants open, but succeeded after a bit of a struggle. Adrian didn’t help me. He toyed with my body. Dragged his fingers up and down the crease of my ass. Dug them in between, gently probed my hole. Adrian’s fingers trailed up my spine, leaving shivers in their wake.

Fuck, Adrian had a nice cock. Thick. Long. The kind of dick that could ruin a man for anyone else. My mouth watered and I had to fight to tear my gaze away from it. I started to stroke Adrian, and he grabbed my wrist.

I stood transfixed as he pulled my hand away, lifted it, palm upturned. His eyes, the color of cornflowers, made contact with mine and he held my gaze for a beat. A year. A lifetime. Before spitting in my palm and pushing my hand back down between his legs.

I let out a helpless noise and my hips rocked, thrusting against him. Fuck. I was already so close to coming that I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t do anything but pump against him and try to jerk at the same time. I was uncoordinated in my lust. Sloppy. Uninhibited. Utterly relieved when Adrian pulled my hand away and lifted my arm, placing it back around his neck with the other one.

Adrian held my stare, a little smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Slowly, he pressed his index finger into my mouth. “Suck. Get it nice and wet.”

I couldn’t hold eye contact for another second and not come all over him. I let my eyelids flutter shut and I did as I was told. His finger tasted unremarkable. Like skin and salt. Sex and sin. Like everything I needed.

When he removed the spit-slicked digit from my mouth, he replaced it with his tongue. He kissed slowly. Languidly. Intensifying the heat that simmered between us. I gasped when he breached my hole .

“That’s right, Riley. Fuck yourself on my finger. Use me to get yourself off.”

God. It was too much, but not enough.

Too much vulnerability. Too much of him seeing through me. Too much sensation slamming into me from all different directions. But not enough friction. Not enough control. Not enough Adrian inside my body.