Hot Holidays

CHAPTER 13: Adrian

CHAPTER 13: Adrian

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Adrian paid the Uber driver and almost dragged Ellie from the car. He was dying to touch more than her hand. If he’d driven to the bar, he probably would’ve f****d her in the parking lot.

“I mean it, Adrian.” She followed behind him, almost running.

“Mean what?” He started up the stairs. Her legs were shorter than his and she was moving too slowly. They should’ve been in his apartment by now, naked or at least f*****g. He tugged on her arm to hurry her along but she refused to move faster. It was probably her heels.

“I’m in charge.”

“Sure. Whatever.” He stopped, spinning around. He dropped her hand and bent, tossing her over his shoulder.

She squealed. “What are you doing?”

“Helping you.” He secured her with his hand on her lush ass as he bounded up the stairs.

“I don’t need help.”

“Sure, you do.” He pulled his keys from his pocket and unlocked his apartment.

“Put me down.”

“Sure thing. You’re the boss.” He closed the door and let her slide down his body, keeping her pressed between him and the door. “Happy New Year, Ellie.” He bent, his lips finding hers.

“Back up.” She turned her head to the side, pushing on his chest but he didn’t move.

“Why?” He kissed her cheek, his lips moving downward.

She moaned softly as he teased the sensitive skin where her shoulder met her neck. He pulled her closer, letting her feel how much he needed her. His hand found the hem of her dress, pushing it up and out of his way. Her skin was warm and soft as his fingers trailed between her legs to that softer place. That place that’d been made just for him.

“Stop.” The word came out breathless, but her hand locked around his wrist.

“The worst word in the English language,” he muttered as he used one hand to lean on the door, forcing his body away from hers. He left his other hand resting on her thigh. He couldn’t deny himself that small touch. He’d been dreaming about this since Christmas.

“It isn’t that bad.” She laughed.

“Uh...Yeah, it is.” He grabbed her hand and put it on his c**k. “It’s the worst thing you could say.”

“Poor baby.” She grasped him through his pants, squeezing.

He groaned, his c**k growing. “f**k, Ellie. That feels so good.”

“Does it?” She continued to stroke him.

“Yeah.” His hand came off her thigh, moving to the button on his pants. These needed to go.

“Stop.” She squeezed him, making him gasp.

“Why? I’m just trying to help you. These are definitely in the way.” He needed her hot, little hand around his c**k.

“I’m in charge.” She stepped closer, stroking him. “Remember?”

“Yeah, right. Okay.” Whatever she wanted to hear.

“Bedroom.” She pushed him backward, hand still around his c**k. “See, I don’t need your tie.”

“You’ve been leading me around by my d**k since the first time I saw you smile,” he said, earning another glorious squeeze.

As soon as they crossed the threshold to his room, she let him go and stepped to the side. Every instinct he had screamed for him to grab her, toss her on his bed and f**k her senseless but she wanted to be in charge and right now, he’d do whatever she wanted. So, he waited for her command.

She leaned against the wall, her eyes raking over him and making more blood rush to his d**k. “Take off your shirt.”

It was on the floor in less than a second.

Her gazed skimmed over his chest, stopping at his crotch. “Now, your pants.”

He yanked off his shoes and socks.

“Slowly. I want you to tease me.”

He was past teasing, but he took a deep breath and undid his belt and then the button. Her hot eyes stayed on his hands. He slowly lowered his zipper, sighing a bit at the release of pressure on his c**k. He started to push his pants and underwear down.

“Leave the underwear.”

“Wh...” He snapped his mouth shut and obeyed, arguing with her would slow this down. All he needed was for her to come close enough to touch and he’d take over this game.

Her eyes focused on his c**k while his were on her face. Her cheeks were flushed with passion and her brown eyes were so dark they were almost black. Her mouth was slightly parted, and he groaned as her pink tongue darted out to wet her lower lip. He wanted that tongue on his c**k and those lush, red lips wrapped around his d**k. He stepped toward her.

“Stop.” Her eyes lifted to his.

He hadn’t meant to move but he wasn’t stopping now. He took another step. “Ellie, I need you.” And another. “Touch me, please.”