“I’m not sure,” I tensely chuckled. “I haven’t been here long.”
“Adrian!” Cade shouted. “You here?”
My eyes met Hayley’s, but she quickly looked away. Walking into the kitchen.
“We have pizza, lasagna, and meatballs. Help yourself.”
Adrian strode into the living room, shirtless, wearing gray sweatpants.
Fucking asshole.
He knew it was my favorite outfit on him. I resisted the urge to gaze down at his dick which was always proudly on display without him even trying. It was just there.
Big.
Long.
Hard.
Stop thinking about Adrian’s cock, Paige.
Shaking away the image, I grabbed a slice of pizza. I didn’t have to look at Adrian’s face to know he was grinning like a fool with the effect had had on me. He was doing this on purpose.
With my head down, I sat on the couch, eating my slice. I didn’t dare gaze in his direction, too afraid it’d be written all over my face and our sneaking around would be over.
For the last month, we spent almost every day together, unable to get enough of each other. I was still able to make time for Cade without him being the wiser.
But did Hayley know something was up between us? Was she trying to get us caught? And why would she?
I had no issues with her. Always giving them the privacy, they needed. I never once made her feel insecure about our tight friendship. If anything, I was constantly reassuring her how much I liked her for him.
Later that night, after I left their apartment, I snuck right back in through Adrian’s window.
“This is getting a little out of hand. I thought once I got into college, I wouldn’t be sneaking into boy’s bedrooms.”
“Boy?”
“Yeah.” I nodded, sitting on the edge of his bed. “Or should I say child since you act like one?”
“Paige…” he warned in that tone I hated but also drove me wild.
“I’m just saying,” I baited. “You’re still playing your little games, walking out into the living room looking like a snack.”
“I thought you were hungry.”
I wiggled my eyebrows. “I’m starving.”
“What do you think we should do about that?”
“Maybe fill me with your…” Winking at him, I teased, “Thing.”
“You can’t touch my cock until you can say the word to me, Cherry.”
“Then maybe.” I laid across the mattress. “You can touch me.”
“I have a better idea.”
“What’s that?”
“I watch while you touch yourself instead.”
Adrian
“Tell me and I’ll do whatever you want.”
I smiled, leaning back against the desk in my room, folding my arms over my chest. “Words every man loves to hear, Cherry girl.” I grabbed my drink, bringing it up to my mouth.
Her eyes glazed over, becoming dark and daunting as I took a swig of my bourbon. I wanted to tune out as much of her sounds as I could, so I turned on my radio. Playing the song “Way Down We Go” by Kaelo.
“Let’s start with you taking off your dress, but I want you to do it nice and slow for me.” I watched as shyly slid up to her knees, eager to please me like the good girl she was.
“No. Slow. Do it slow. Do it really fucking slow,” I rasped, tugging on my bottom lip.
In jerky movements, she began lifting her dress above her head before tossing it at my feet. She never took her eyes off mine, knowing exactly who controlled this moment.
Her nipples were hard, calling out for me to touch them. I wanted to roll them between my fingers, just enough to set her body on fire until I sucked them into my mouth.
Nipping.
Biting.
Making her wet.
Needy.
I held my restraint. Satisfied in watching her. The sensations she was igniting in me was like nothing l ever felt before as her hips slid in a sexy back and forth motion, bringing my predatory regard to her pussy.
“Take off your panties.”
Her fingers trembled as she slid into the waistband.
“Now show me what’s mine.”
Through a shaky body, she slid them down her long, luscious legs before tossing those over to me too.
I couldn’t help myself.
I picked them up off the ground and brought them up to my face, crazed to smell her wetness as I appreciated her naked body for the first time.
Until I couldn’t take it anymore and ordered, “Lay on the bed and spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”
She did as she was told.
“Wider.”
She did, making me smile.
She was pink.
Wet.
Fucking perfect.
I licked my lips, practically tasting her virtue on my tongue.
“I want you to rub that little clit. Back and forth and up and down.”
“Adri—”
“Now.”
With a wobbly hand, she lightly touched her clit, circling it, just like I ordered.
“That’s right…just like that… Harder… faster…”
Her back arched off the bed.
“Fuck yourself, Paige. Slide your fingers into that wet, tight, little hole.”
“I’ve never—”
“Do it for me.”
Her inexperienced hand glided down her pussy before she pushed in her middle finger.
“How’s that feel?”
“Oh, God,” she panted.