CHAPTER 39: Adrian
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CHAPTER 39: Adrian
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“This is not her fault.” Adrian was no longer fond of this Alison woman anymore—AT ALL—but he refused to admit that to Ellie. This was war now and he wasn’t going to let her win even one tiny battle. “It’s yours.”
“Uhm, Adrian,” said Alison. “I think it’s actually your fault. Yes, the woman is somewhat responsible for her own orgasm but if the guy is too fast...well...”
“I was not too fast.” Okay, that first time had been a little quick but...“She came.”
“Is that true, Ellie?” asked Alison.
“Do not lie about this.” He’d stop the car and paddle her ass if she did.
“Sure. Of course, I did.” Her tone said the opposite.
“Oh...I’m so sorry, Ellie,” said Alison.
“You dirty, little liar.” He almost laughed. He’d had no idea she was this conniving. “You came so hard you screamed.”
“He confused a yawn with a scream.” Ellie gave him a superior look.
“I did not. You screamed. Loud.”
“I’m sure she did.” Alison’s voice was placating. “But women can fake it, you know.”
“She did not fake it.” No way. He would’ve known.
“Are you sure?” asked Alison.
“Yes.” He knew this. This was fact. “I felt it...intimately.” Her p***y had squeezed his c**k like she was never letting it go and it’d felt f*****g fantastic. He was getting hard just thinking about it.
“Oh, we can fake that too.” Alison’s chipper voice and Ellie’s amused expression made him want to break something. “Once I laid there moaning and practicing my Kegels but, in my head, I wanted the guy to hurry up and finish. I’m sure he thought he was doing me a favor by not coming too soon but it was the worst few minutes of my life.”
“She did not fake it.” His hands tightened on the steering wheel.
“Okay. Let’s move on. That’s in the past.”
“It certainly is,” mumbled Ellie.
“That wasn’t nice,” said Alison. “We’re trying to help Adrian not embarrass him.”
He glanced at Ellie because he had no one else and mouthed, “Is she for real?”
Ellie nodded, her lush lips turning upward in a small, sexy smile.
“It’s weird,” Alison continued. “I always thought that guys who looked like him would be great in bed.”
“I am great in bed.”
“I’m sure you are.” It was clear from Alison’s tone that she was sure of the exact opposite. “But one can always improve with practice.”
“Now, that’s an excellent idea.” He took a drink of his soda. “We should stop at one of these hotels and have a quick go. Apparently, I’m fast and could use the practice.”
“That’s not a bad idea,” said Alison.
“That’s a horrible idea and it’s not going to happen.” Ellie gave him a disbelieving look.
“Why? You had s*x with him last night. One more time won’t hurt, and you can help him improve. Give him some pointers.”
“Yeah, Ellie. Give me some pointers. If I remember correctly you like being in charge.”
“How would you know? That never happened.”
“Hmm. You’re right. Let’s pull over and correct that.” He was more than ready but there was no way she was running the show. She’d probably screw it all up, not orgasm and then it’d be his fault again. Damn it. Not again. She had come. He was not wrong about that. He wasn’t.
“No. Absolutely not.” Ellie growled. “Keep driving. I’m already late and now I have a headache.”
“s*x can help get rid of a headache,” he said.
“He’s right,” said Alison. “I read that.”
“Not this headache,” said Ellie. “The only way to help this headache is getting away from the two of you.”
“Now, you’ve hurt my feelings.” Alison laughed. “Or you would but I know you love me.” She clapped. “I got it. Adrian, you should watch porn. That’d help. I know it helped me learn how to give a better blow job. Ellie too.”
“Alison. Shut up,” hissed Ellie.
His head snapped toward her. “You watch porn...for instructions?” He’d been wrong. His d**k hadn’t been hard before, not compared to this. If he thought about her touching herself while she watched porn, he’d come in his pants.
“Oh...Aunt Tiff is here.” Alison sounded like she’d moved her face away from the phone. “I’ve gotta run.”
“Thank god,” muttered Ellie.
“Oh...oh...wait,” said Alison
“Now what?” Ellie leaned her head against the back of her seat. “I truly don’t think I can take much more.”
“I have tickets for The Blue Newb.”
“The new night club?” Ellie sat up. “How did you get tickets?”
“Gus.”
“Gus? As in your boss Mr. Harker? When did he become Gus?”
“When he made me work Christmas Eve. You should see his face when I call him Gus. He absolutely hates it.” Alison laughed.
“But he gave you tickets to the hottest night club in town?”
“Yeah, for New Year’s Eve.” Alison squealed. “Tell me you’ll go with me. Please, please.”
“Absolutely. That sounds great.”
“Adrian, do you want to go too?” asked Alison. “I already asked Gus to get another ticket for—”
“No,” Ellie snapped.
“That was rude,” said Alison.
Adrian choked on his drink. Alison had no room to talk but he quickly cleared his throat because this time she was on his side.
“The poor guy is driving you all the way to your parents’ house on Christmas and...well...you haven’t been very nice to him.”
“She’s been mean to me since I met her.” He used the saddest, poutiest tone he knew.
“Oh, that’s awful,” said Alison.
“I have not been mean to you since I met you.”
“I guess, that’s your opinion, but you’ve heard her, Alison. What do you think?” He fought to keep the sad expression on his face. “All I’ve wanted to do from the moment I saw her was to make her smile and...”
“Aww, that’s so sweet,” cooed Alison.
“That’s not at all you wanted,” Ellie whispered in a harsh tone.
“But it was.” This time he didn’t have to pretend, and it must’ve shown because he felt Ellie’s gaze on him, searching for the truth.
“Fine. See if you can get him a ticket but this doesn’t mean that we’re going together or having s*x or anything.”
“Are you sure about that?” he teased.
“Positive. Absolutely positive.”
“Great. I’ll remind Harker that I need one more ticket,” said Alison.
“Uhm...thanks but don’t go to the trouble. I can’t go. I’m staying at my parents’ until after New Year’s Day.” He braced himself for Ellie’s outcry, trying not to smile but she was so much fun to annoy.
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