Tempting Adeline

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ADELINE

We pretended that what transpired between us last night was nothing.

I took deep breaths in and gave him the details of our contract. No s*x, no clinginess and no meeting before nine. All to which he just accepted without a word.

So unfortunately, I don’t own a camera but I can paint as long as there is originality and expression of emotion I’m good to go.

I planned on making Croix feel today. I start with something simple though.

“You brought me cookies?” Croix looked at me warily. He stared at the basket on the counter.

“These are cookies to show that whatever happened last night is just a game and we are cool about it.” I pushed the cookie basket towards him. “Besides I’m trying a new recipe and I want you to have some.”

He made an impatient noise. “I don’t have time for this, Addie. I have someone to meet up with in half an hour.”

“It won’t take you half an hour to eat one cookie.”

Neither of us spoke about that game night and Wesley was actually cool about it. He didn’t say a thing about it though he knew that we were paired. Nobody mentioned it and it all just makes me suspicious but I’d prefer if we all forgot about it altogether.

“Fine.” He stared at the basket with suspicion. “What flavour?”

I picked out the worst ingredients ever. I added raisins, asparagus and garlic, the most disgusting thing I can think of after all, I plan to elicit disgust in him. I felt pretty bad for doing this but I have to if I want to get enough for my application.

“It’s a surprise.”

I tucked my hands beneath my thighs to stop myself from actually wanting to dive and slap the cookie away from his mouth but I was curious of how he’d react.Would he spit it out? Gag? Maybe throw me out of his house?

He chewed slowly, his face not showing any emotion just bored and lazy.

“Well? Was it good? Did you like it?” I put a fake tone of excitement in my voice.

“Should I make more?”

“You baked these” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes.”

“You baked the red velvet cookies, and you baked... these.”

My bottom lip disappeared behind my teeth. I avoided his gaze. I was bad at lying and worse, I was terrible at keeping a straight face.

“They are fine.”

My head snapped up, my eyes wide. He side-stepped me to the fruit basket taking an apple with him. I followed behind hoping to hear him repeat himself. “What?”

I had tasted the cookies myself and I threw up. Apparently, asparagus and garlic brittle don’t mix well. He finished chewing, swallowed and dusted the crumbs from his hands. “I said that they are fine. And if you can excuse me I have someplace to be.”

He left me in the dining room, mouth agape. I took one in my hand and nibbled on it but ran straight to the bathroom to throw up. It tasted awful. I then rinsed my mouth in the sink to wash away the lingering aftertaste.

Croix must have a messed up taste bud because no sane person would eat something like this without grimacing. It only came down to one conclusion.

“He is a robot.”

When he got back, I opted for a movie too that may elicit some emotion like sadness but he didn’t even bulge. While I cried my eyeballs out that they looked so red and puffy, he just stared and handed me tissues.

I sighed. Today was a flop. I didn’t even get a wink of emotion from him.

I sighed, taking my clothes off and entering the shower letting the cold water drown my disappointment. I scrubbed myself, my memories instantly going towards last night. I sighed, my hands sliding down, lower and lower, inch by inch but then I stopped. My body trembled, it wasn’t doing it for me.

I can’t seem to want to derive pleasure from myself until he says so. It’s sick doing this with your step brother but it’s something I craved from Wesley but he never seems to satisfy me the way he does.

I wiped myself with a towel and put on my night shorts and sleeveless top. I looked at both hallways, nobody was there and the coast was clear. I checked my wristwatch and it was almost time. I walked to the front of his door which happened to be next to my room.

I knocked twice and waited and he opened the door after the second knock. He was shirtless, his sweats riding low around his hips revealing his deep V line. His hair was wet like he had just showered and there was a towel around his neck.

“Come in.” He muttered.

I walked in and closed the door behind me. My back was pressed against the door in anticipation. This was my very first sane time with him and I was nervous.

“Aren’t we going to the room?”

“The room is professional. This isn’t business anymore. This is pure pleasure.” He said darkly, his eyes trailing down my frame. “Now be a good girl and take off your clothes for me.”

A small shiver rippled through my body, but I did as I was told, slowly taking my top off first then my shorts with agonising slowness. He didn’t touch me with his hands just yet but he caressed me with his dark green orbs. His gaze was bold and rough, dragging from my full breasts to my already glistening p***y.

I moved to the bed like he wanted, my knees planted on the mattress. He set up his camera again like before. “Touch yourself.” He ordered. “Like you wanted to when you were in the bathroom.”

A deep blush bloomed across my body. How did he know about that? My fists clenched at my sides. But despite it all, I didn’t look away from him as I caressed my breasts, pinching the sensitive n****e before one hand slid between my legs.

Soon, I was whimpering with pleasure, my mouth falling open and my breath turning shallow as I rubbed my c**t and fingered my p***y. Meanwhile, his eyes devoured me the way a lion would to a deer. It was fierce, ravenous and destructive.

His c**k bulged hard in his sweats but he didn’t touch it. What a masochist!

“You thinking of me, Little Del?” He asked silkily. “Hmm? Are you thinking of how much you want me to pin you to the bed and tongue f**k that sweet p***y until you come all over my face?”

I whimpered as my fingers worked faster at his filthy words. I was still kneeling, my thighs trembling from my ministry.

“Maybe.”

He growled. “Is it a yes or a no? Tell me.” I have always liked how vocal he was. “Who do you think about when you are finger f*****g your tight cunt?”

I shuddered as my head tilted back, and my eyes fluttered close. “You.”

“What am I doing to you?”

I moaned. The intensity of this moment overwhelmed my senses. I can’t think straight. I feel like I’m on cloud nine.

He stalked to the bed when I refused to answer. He gripped my chin forcing me to look at him. “Answer me. What am I doing?”

“f*****g me.” I gasped. He was close enough to smell my arousal and hear the slick sounds I was making. “When I’m bent over the dresser, and I can see you from behind me in the mirror, pulling my hair and taking me from behind. Hard.”

“You’ve got a filthy mouth for a good girl.” He gripped my wrist ordering me to stop.

He pushed me down on the bed and pinned my wrist above my head, tying them with strings from someplace...I don’t know. I can’t tell. A mixture of trepidation and anticipation filled me.

His lips hovered above mine and for a moment I thought he would kiss me but instead he went for my neck planting kisses and bites there. I tried pushing him away. I don’t want marks on my body but he didn’t bulge but he dived deeper biting into my flesh even more.

He left marks on my collarbone, shoulders and even my breast. He licked and sucked my n*****s before biting down hard on them. He kissed his way down tenderly reaching to the place I wanted him the most.

He gently scraped his teeth over my c**t before sucking on it. He lapped all my juices like a man possessed. He didn’t just lick and nibble but thrust his tongue deep into me. I have never been addicted to something like this before.

I ground his face against my p***y, my movements’ frantic and desperate. My pleading whines grew louder the longer he ate me out.

He finally took pity on me, pressing his thumb against my c**t and curling his fingers until they hit the spot that made me shatter.

“Come.” He ordered.

The word barely left his mouth before I arched off the bed with a loud cry. I came so long and hard that it took five minutes for the trembling to subside. I curled into the sheets resting a bit.

He then left the room and I took my clothes and walked out of the room to mine. It was very wrong to do but I didn’t want to blur the line more than we have.