Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

The balcony door is wide open—a view of the ocean lies before me. The water looks crisp as the waves crash hard into the shore. The room is located on the tenth floor, well above the street noise and chaos beneath us on the boardwalk. It is your typical executive suite, modern and functional, not a single thing out of place.

The warm breeze engulfs me as I stand in front of the door, hands resting on the armchair facing outside. Julian’s presence lingers behind me, grazing my backside at a slow pace. I wait for him to close the drapes, and when it doesn’t happen, I suggest he do so.

“No,” he responds firmly.

“No, you won’t close the drapes?” I ask.

His hands curl around my hips, directing them into him as he pushes his groin against me.

“You won’t let the world know about us, then let me have this, Adriana.”

I’m still confused about what he’s asking for. We’re standing in the doorway to the balcony, and stupidly I am assuming that we’ll fuck inside the room with the drapes shut.

“Let me make it nice and clear for you to avoid any confusion,” he continues, moving closer to my ear. “I want to fuck you, right here, in broad daylight. I want everyone to see you belong to me.”

It takes a moment to sink in, and the second my body registers his commands, that familiar rush down below builds, torturing me with pleasure.

“People can see us.” The nerves are driving me to whisper.

“That’s the plan.”

My eyes divert to the sidewalk, and while we’re quite high up, I can still make out the array of people walking down the street. My sensibility is pushed aside as his hands wander to the front of my jeans, careful to zip them down. In one swift move, they are around my ankles and pushed aside.

Although he is behind me, I’m quick to notice his shorts lay on top of my jeans, wearing only his boxers. Still only in my tank and panties, the touch of his fingers brush against my front, causing me to buckle into him. He catches me, applying pressure as a moan escapes my mouth loudly. Like every other time he has touched me, my body has taken control, blood pumping hard in my veins allowing the adrenaline of pleasure to consume me whole.

However, this time he ups the ante.

His hands make their way back up to my face, roughly sliding his index finger into my mouth, forcing me to suck. I do so, building up my saliva as my lips wrap around his finger sucking it with ease.

With his left hand, his palm glides across my backside, and in a quick fistful, he grabs my panties forcing them down to my ankles. I shuffle to free them, excited and impatient for his next move.

“Tell me I’m the first to be inside here.” The low rumble escapes his throat as he applies pressure at the entrance.

I nod, but he is unsatisfied, his demands repeated. “Tell me out loud.”

The pleasure and pain all roll into one, encouraging me to respond boldly, “Yes, Julian, you’re the first to fuck me in the ass.”

He stiffens, but it’s short-lived. His grip tightens, almost hurting my small frame. I don’t know what to expect and wish I had some time to prepare by studying porn or something. He takes control not allowing me any more time to think. Taking a deep breath, he continues to circle the entrance, smothering it with the moisture between my legs. The tip of his arousal toys my entrance excitedly, my body tensing in nerves, and as soon as he senses my tension, he rubs the small of my back and whispers for me to relax.

He doesn’t enter quite yet, focusing on my swollen clit, rubbing it fast and steady. Every inch of my skin is covered in goosebumps, holding back the impending orgasm. I give him a signal, a slight push back to suggest I’m ready. With his hand firmly on my hip, he guides himself slowly into me. The pain ricochets, and a small cry escapes my mouth. Terrified, I’m on the verge of telling him to stop, worried that there’s no chance in hell his gigantic dick will fit in my ass. It’s impossible, right? It will tear me apart! And then worst yet, what if I needed to… Oh my God, shut up! Shut up!

“It’ll hurt at first, but I promise you it’ll feel good.” He pushes a little further, my body continuing to tense. I take deep breaths, failing to relax. I grip his wrist, a sign to stop.

“You trust me?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

“Then let me have all of you, Adriana.”

He begs of me what I already want to give, and with that, I take control, easing myself back into him ignoring the deep, throbbing pain and allowing his whole cock to sit inside my ass. The moment I’ve taken him all in, a moan escapes followed by slow movements. He talks me through this experience, every thrust, every sensation, and I lose myself to his words, using them to enhance the torturous pleasure that he promises I’ll experience. The pressure of his cock entering me whole consumes me, the ache of my clit begging to be touched.

He reads my body like it’s his own, guiding his hands to my front, and with just one brush, I brace myself for the finishing line.

I want all of him, and I’m not afraid to tell him. “I want you inside me, everywhere on me.”

His ragged breaths and rough handling demand I tell him where.

“I want you inside my mouth.”

He moans.

“I want you inside my pussy.”

He grunts.

“I want you inside my ass.”

He growls forcing himself deeper, hammering his body against mine. We’re equally as desperate for each other, ignorant of the loud echoes heard by the people below. He pleads with me to come with him, and I know I’m close, the ache in my belly rising at a fast pace, ready to let go when the sting of his palm smacking my ass speeds up the momentum, and I cry out loud, shocked at how much I enjoy the pain.

I beg him for more. Grabbing my ass into his hands, he squeezes tight and releases, slapping me hard again.

I yelp again at the sting, begging again.

This time, the slap of his hand echoes against my skin, and with only one eye open, I’m certain that people below have heard and stopped to find out where the commotion is coming from. Never have I felt sated and free at the same time, letting go of all my worries and losing myself completely to him.

Leaning forward, he bites into my shoulder and tells me he can’t take it anymore.

It’s all I need to hear, riding the orgasm as my walls contract, and he tells me he can feel it against his cock, and follows right behind me. His final thrust is hard and fierce, and I release a lengthy moan, collapsing into his arms as we both come down from the intense high of it all.

“Fuck,” I huff, breathing unevenly.

He places his hands firmly on my hips, warning me he is pulling out. I wince at the twinge and threaten to collapse in exhaustion as he pulls himself all out.

A tissue box lies on the bedside table. He grabs a few and cleans us up. I don’t ask any questions, yet he knows I’m mortified and embarrassed. Being such a gentleman, he reassures me it’s nothing bad and guides us to the bed, both of us falling into a crumpled heap. That was intense, and just like he promised, it aroused me in more ways than I can ever imagine.

I snuggle into his side, burying my face into his skin. I run my tongue along his nipple, tasting his sweat.

“One minute, Adriana. I must be good.”

I swat his arm. Cocky bastard knows he is. “Well, since you soon followed, I must be real good.”

He stretches my arms above my head and lies on top of me. Positioning his face directly above mine, his piercing stare melts away my concerns, my worries, and guilt.

“I mean what I said. I need to be inside you every day, Adriana,” he tells me.

“I know.”

He is talking to me not only with his words but with his eyes. They are showing me what I need to see, a part of him that he’s been hiding. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”

“Like what?” I ask.

“Complete.”

There’s that single word again, one word that holds so much meaning. “But why is it any different to Charlie?”

Oh, there I go again. Fuck you, brain!

His expression is bleak, and he falters. “I don’t know. It just is, okay?”

“That’s not an answer.”

“I’m feeling very vulnerable here. I just fucked you, I’m lying here naked, and you want to talk about my ex-girlfriend?”

“Fiancée,” I remind him.

He pulls himself off me, dragging the sheets to cover his body. “I don’t get you. What does it matter anymore? I thought we were past this.”

“I don’t know. I just want to know why you think it’s different?”

A sinister laugh follows. “You don’t trust me, that’s it?”

“Of course, I trust you,” I holler in frustration. “I’m just all over the shop, Julian. I didn’t tell you what happened last night.”

The room is silent as he waits for me to continue. “The psychic basically said this was real… we are real.”

“Of course, it’s real. What did you think it was… a fling?” He appears to be offended.

“I don’t know anything!” I yell at him. “I can’t stop thinking about you… all the time. I’m jealous when you go out without me. I hate that girls throw themselves at you. I hate that I don’t know what your life is like outside of our time together, and you never tell me where you’re going, and again that you’re with other women. I hate that everything in your life is temporary… house, car, and I don’t know if you’re sticking around.” I let out a breath, and just when he is opening his mouth, I continue. “I hate that I feel guilty because sex with you is the best I’ve ever had! That makes me a whore and dirty.”

He is lying on his back, staring straight at the ceiling.

“I hate that you hide this relationship and that you think when I’m with you, I’m doing it to be close to Charlie,” he admits, still keeping his distance. “The only reason I don’t tell you where I am is because I’m afraid of smothering you. Feeling independent and not tied down gives me a sense of control because honestly, Adriana, we, our future, rests in your hands.”

I’m about to open my mouth when he cuts me off.

“And most importantly…” He lets out a final breath, almost as if the weight of the world rests on his shoulders and he’s about to set it free. “I hate that you can’t see I’ve fallen for you.”

My heart is beating at record speed.

He has fallen for me?

I climb on top him, forcing him to connect with me, baring my body and soul. His eyes meet mine, and I see sadness, guilt, and anger all rolled into one stare. Yet still, I’m unable to turn away, drawn in like a magnetic force, the power of love bringing hope and pain at the same time.

“You scare me, Julian. I’m not supposed to find someone so soon. You don’t understand the things you do to me.”

“I do understand. You do the same to me. I’m not supposed to find someone so soon, let alone it be you. Out of all people… you.”

I angle my body forward, tracing my finger along his lips.

I’ve fallen for him too. I can no longer deny it.

“Do you know how fucked up this is?” he says in a decidedly odd tone.

“Jerry Springer fucked-up.”

“Not that fucked up.” He laughs.

I lean in and rub my nose along his, moving my way toward his lips. Our tongues entwine, gentle and passionately, enough to show me how real this all is. His hands run down my back, combined with a gust of wind that sweeps through the room. I shiver uncontrollably, prompting him to wrap my body in his arms.

With my head resting against his chest, I finally decide. “I’m telling them tomorrow. You’re right. It’s gone on long enough, and if we both want to make this work, we need to be honest with everyone.”

Julian doesn’t say anything, continuing to play with my hair.

I raise my head slightly. “Are you worried?”

“That your brother will punch me in the face again?”

“He did that?”

Julian nods. “Look, Adriana, I can handle Lex.”

“Lex is… well… Lex. He will stop at nothing to protect Charlie. I just want to warn you he may drag up the past.”

I hate the fact that it will probably result in just that. Lex is ruthless, overprotective, and always gets his way.

“We all make mistakes, he’s not exactly a saint either,” he answers bitterly.

“What do you mean? What did he do?”

“It’s all in the past, Adriana, where it should remain.”

Frustrated, I blurt out the obvious. “He’s a selfish bastard for not realizing that without you, Charlie and Ava would be long gone.”

“It’s a double-edged sword. It’s taken me a very long time to see the good in the situation. You saw me at my worst.”

I have, and I’m so proud of him for coming this far. Just like me, he has endured so much, and overcoming the death of someone you loved is the biggest hurdle one can accomplish. Charlie has experienced that, and deep down inside, I know she will be okay with this.

Looking toward the clock, I tell him I need to leave shortly.

“That’s twenty minutes,” he states. “If you’re going to be around hot Hollywood actors tonight, I need you to be reminded that you belong to me.”

“You don’t have a jealous streak in you.”

His smile widens but disappears instantly.

“Baby, I got a jealous streak, all right. You may not see it, but trust me, it’s there.” His hands trace my collarbone until they have found their way to the crook of my neck, and with a tight grip, he warns me. “I’m going to play dirty now. You will be sore, you’ll feel my touch all over you every time you move. Don’t ask questions, Adriana. I’m going to do what I please, right here, right now.”

I don’t ask a single question, and for the next hour, he fucks me so hard my body writhes in pain, the agony and pleasure take me to imaginable places, submissive to his demands.

I know I’m late to the party and covered in red marks, but I don’t care.

He promised to make me sore.

He promised to be all over me.

I can’t move a single muscle.

And I can’t be any more content.