Chapter 60
All In
After a kiss that was too racy for public, he leaps off the counter, grabs my hand, and drags me to his room, passing several people, whose mouths are hanging open. Pulling me through the door, he quickly locks it, then presses me against the wall.
Adrian places his fingers under my ear, gripping the base of my head, and his thumbs are pressed up under my chin. He's staring into my eyes when he asks, “You all in?”
My heart is slamming itself against my ribs again. I nod, unable to speak.
“Thank Christ.” He breathes.
I begin yanking at his shirt, trying to get it off. He pushes at my hands and pulls away from the kiss. With a shake of his head and one very intense look, he tells me, "I’m in control tonight."
I stare, unblinking, pretty sure that I’ve just fallen in love.
He doesn't wait for my approval.
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Adrian
I press my entire body against hers as I kiss her possessively. Finally possessing her is all I think about, well, that and finally being inside her.
With Keegan pressed against the wall, I grab the back of her thighs, urging her to wrap her legs around my waist. Once she’s locked around me, I step back and carry her to the bed. With one last kiss, I drop her, unceremoniously, onto the bed. Her shocked expression shifts to desire, as she watches me take her in.
“You wearing panties under that skirt?” I ask.
Keegan nods.
My mouth tips up on one side, as I lean down, reaching up her skirt to remove them. I decide right then that I’m fucking her with that skirt on and just the mental image is enough to have my erection begging for release.
Keegan’s eyes are curious and hungry. I know that if I run a hand between her legs, I’d find her soaking wet. She’s ready for this, but she wants me to take control, just as much as I want to do it.
I place one hand next to her one the bed and lean in, giving her a quick, but desperate kiss. When I pull back, Keegan whimpers.
With a small smile, I tell her to take off her shirt and bra. She does, without hesitation, and without a word.
Once Keegan’s undressed, from the waist up, I instruct her to roll over. I watch as realization flashes across her face, and then she rolls over, practically sticking her ass in the air for me.
I groan, needing to rip my own clothes off and slam into her, but I’m gonna do this right, and I know it’ll better than anything I’ve ever known.
I lift her skirt and palm one ass cheek, as I reach into the nightstand with my other hand. I run one finger through her wetness, just enough to force a pleading moan from her.
“Please, Adrian,” she begs, and I smile, knowing I could send her over the edge with a couple quick swipes of my thumb.
As I roll the condom on, I watch Keegan, as she watches me over her shoulder. I lean down, lightly biting one ass cheek, causing her to moan again. I stand and position myself at her entrance, but pause, waiting for her to beg again.
When she looks over her shoulder, and whispers, “Please,” I slide into her, with slow, controlled strokes.
“Holy shit,” I mutter, at the same time she mutters something unrecognizable.
“You okay?” I ask, through shallow breaths.
“Better than okay,” she replies.
After several minutes of this slow, steady rhythm, I do what I’ve been picturing in my mind for months—I gather her hair, then hold on with one hand.
With a small tug, I ask, “This what you’ve been waiting for?”
She whimpers, so I pull harder.
“Yes,” she says, slamming back into me, unwilling to wait for me.
I have to grab her ass and hold her still, to keep myself from coming. “Gimme a minute, baby,” I tell her. “You have no idea how fucking fantastic you look from back here.”
Keegan looks over her shoulder, which adds to the erotic image. Deciding it’s now or never, I grab her hip with one hand, tug her hair with the other and slam into her, over and over.
Both of us are moaning, and panting, and swearing. When I see her lift one hand and begin to touch herself, I slam into her harder. Her cries of pleasure come first, but as soon as I feel her convulse around me, I finally let go, coming so hard there’s a chance I’ll never be able to have kids.
We fall onto the bed in a sweaty heap, and I pull her against me, kissing her shoulder.
“I don’t know if that’s your natural skill or learned behavior,” Keegan says, through ragged breaths, “but either way, I wanna do it again… a lot.”
I laugh, then release her to stand and toss the condom. “Those are my second favorite words to ever come out of your mouth,” I say.
Keegan looks at me, confused. “What’s the first?”
Climbing back onto the bed, and leaning over her, I tell her, “When you told me you’re all in.”
Keegan smiles then pulls me down for another hungry kiss.