Lubes City (Steamy BL Stories)

Chapter 11

Ethan

Adrian’s hand stayed firm on my hip. His mouth hovered close to my c**k, breath warm against the sensitive skin.

“We are just getting started,” he had said. The words still hung in the air between us.

He leaned down again and took me back into his mouth. The wet heat closed around me slowly. His tongue pressed firm along the underside as he sank deeper. I gripped the sheets harder. A rough sound left my throat before I could stop it.

He pulled off just enough to speak. “Make that noise again. Louder this time.”

He took me in once more, deeper than before. The controlled rhythm returned. Every time my hips tried to lift, his hand pressed me flat against the mattress. The restriction made everything feel sharper. My thighs tensed and sweat gathered at my temples and the small of my back.

“f**k,” I breathed. “Adrian…”

He hummed around me. The vibration shot straight up my spine. He kept the same slow pace, never rushing, never giving me enough to tip over. Just enough to keep me right on the edge. My c**k felt heavy and wet in his mouth. Every slide of his tongue pulled another broken sound out of me.

“You take my mouth so well,” he murmured after pulling off again. His lips were shiny. “I could keep you like this for a long time. Open, quiet and waiting for whatever I decide to give next.”

My mind felt hazy. The pleasure was heavy and thick low in my gut. I almost let myself sink all the way into it.

Almost…

Then something in his words snagged. The control. The way he talked like he already owned the moment. The same calm certainty he used to have in the office when he told me to give myself grace.

I blinked hard. The haze started to thin a little.

“Wait,” I said. My voice sounded rough and used. “Stop.”

Adrian went still immediately. He lifted his head and looked at me. Concern mixed with the heat still in his eyes. “I’ve stopped. Talk to me.”

I pushed myself up on my elbows. My c**k was still hard and slick from his mouth. The cool air of the room made me shiver. I swallowed once before I spoke.

“How long were you going to keep this up? The messages. The late nights. Yunno, pretending you were just some guy named Alex while you sat across from me every week?”

Adrian sat back on his heels between my legs. His breathing was still heavy. “I already told you. I should have stopped. I’m sorry I did not.”

“That is not enough.” I held his gaze. “You listened to me talk about Marcus. About how much it hurt when he left. And the whole time you were also his therapist?”

“I did not know the connection until tonight.”

“You keep saying that.”

“Because it is true.” His voice stayed steady, but a muscle jumped in his jaw. “I never put the two of you together. Not until I saw him walk out of this room and you standing there.”

I let out a short breath that was almost a laugh. “Do you have any idea how f****d up this is?”

“Yes.” He did not look away from my gaze. “I do.”

The honesty should have helped. Instead it made the heat under my skin feel more complicated. I was still hard. My body still wanted him. My head was starting to catch up and ask harder questions.

I looked at him for a long second. “I did not know my therapist was into guys. I thought I did not stand a chance. Not with you. Not like that. And you still let me keep talking to you the way I did in those messages.”

Adrian’s expression shifted. Something softer moved behind the heat. “I know. And I still answered every time. I'm truly sorry.”

He moved closer again and braced one hand beside my head and leaned down until our faces were only inches apart. “We can stop everything right now if that is what you need. Or we can keep talking. Or…” His eyes dropped to my mouth. “You can let me take care of you the way I have wanted to for weeks.”

He kissed me. It was soft at first. Then it got deeper. I tasted myself on his tongue. His hand slid down my chest and wrapped around my c**k again, stroking slow and firm. The heat of his palm made my hips twitch.

For a few seconds I let it happen. The kiss. The hand. The way his body settled over mine. A low, needy sound left me against his mouth. He swallowed it and kissed me harder.

Then he spoke against my lips, voice low and rough. “You were so good for me just now. Staying still, letting me decide. I could put you on your stomach and finish what we started. Would you like that, Ethan? Me inside you while you are still this worked up and wet for me?”

Something in the words snapped tight in my chest.

The calm way he offered it. The assumption that I would simply say yes and stay under him. The same tone he used when he used to guide me through hard feelings in the office. Like he already knew what I needed better than I did.

I pushed at his shoulders.

“No.”

Adrian went still again. “No?”

“Not like that.” My voice came out sharper than I expected. “You do not get to keep deciding everything. Not after all the s**t that just happened in the hallway. Not after Marcus. Not after the months of messages where I thought I was talking to someone else.”

He started to speak. I did not let him finish. I moved instead.

My hands shoved hard against his chest. The force surprised both of us. The mattress bounced under the sudden shift of our weight. I used the momentum, swinging one leg over and pushing until our positions reversed. In the next breath I was the one braced over him. My knees pressed into the mattress on either side of his hips. My hands pinned his shoulders down. My c**k, still hard and wet, rested heavy against his stomach.

Adrian’s eyes widened. His chest rose and fell fast under my palms. He did not try to push me off. He just looked up at me, breathing hard, waiting.

I stared down at him. My heart slammed against my ribs. The power had shifted and we both felt it in the air between us.

I leaned down until my mouth was close to his ear. My voice came out low and steady, cocky in a way that made my own pulse race.

“You had your turn telling me what to do. Now you are going to lie there and take whatever I decide to give you. And you are going to thank me for it when I am done.”