Chapter 9 Heat in The Shadows

Adrian

Her mouth wraps around my cock again just as I ease into traffic. I glance down and immediately grip the steering wheel tighter—knuckles white, jaw clenched. I don’t know how the hell I’m supposed to drive while Selene is sucking my soul out of my body through my dick.

“Jesus, Selene,” I groan, eyes darting between the road and the goddess in my lap. She moans softly around me, clearly enjoying the effect she’s having. I feel her tongue flick against the underside of my shaft—the sensitive spot—and I nearly veer into another lane.

“Eyes on the road, baby,” she purrs, sitting up just long enough to grin and wipe her lips with the back of her hand. “Wouldn’t want to die before we get to play with the toys.”

“Woman, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“What a great way to die,”she shrugs, then goes back down, this time taking me even deeper.

I groan, one hand gripping the steering wheel, the other buried in her hair as she works me with that talented mouth. When she finally pulls off with a satisfied little smirk, I’m sweating and seconds from coming. She looks far too pleased with herself.

We pull into the Pleasures parking lot , and she hops out like she didn’t just commit several acts of public indecency with a smile on her face and my precum on her lips.

She walks ahead of me, her hips swaying like she’s on a catwalk, not in a seedy strip mall parking lot. I follow, trying to hide the bulge in my pants with no real success. Every guy in the store clocks her the second we walk in—how could they not? She is sexy and has an air about her. 

She heads straight for the lube aisle like a woman on a mission.

“What are we getting?” I ask, trying to focus on anything other than how wet I know she is under those pants.

She grabs two bottles of lube—one warming, one flavored—and tosses them in the basket. Then, without skipping a beat, she picks up a jewel-tipped anal plug and holds it up.

My cock throbs in response.

“Oh, you like this one,” she teases, watching my face carefully. “You’ve got a thing for sparkly things in tight places, huh?”

“I’ve got a thing for you in any position,” I reply, stepping in close behind her, hand ghosting over her ass.

We take our time browsing. She grabs a pair of crotchless panties, a vibrating cock ring, and a remote-control egg. She asks if we need condoms and I answer “I’m clean” and show her my latest physical, I’m sweating by the time we make it to the checkout because now I’m thinking of how hot it will be to cum in her . 

“Use Jonathan’s card,” I murmur, voice low. “He said to show me a good time. And you’re just being a responsible host.

Her laughter is pure sin. “Well, in that case…”

We load up, pay, and are promptly asked to leave after Selene demonstrates the vibrating egg on the counter. She may have moaned on purpose. I’ll never know. I don’t care. I’m too turned on to think straight.

Outside, she giggles as we climb back into the car.

“How did you know about that back room?” she asks, tossing the bag of goodies into the backseat.

“This was my old stomping grounds,” I grin. “High school me was very… curious.”

We pull up to Jonathan’s house and head inside. Selene explores the space. We make our way outside. Then she lights up a sleek vape and takes a hit, blowing out a cloud of sweet-smelling smoke. She offers it to me and I take a long drag, letting the Sativa buzz settle behind my eyes.

We are at the pool area and I pour us drinks at the bar. We sit on the barstools drinks in hand, laughing about the chaos in the sex shop. The night air is warm, and the tension between us is crackling like live wires.

Without warning, I stand up and gently pull her up too. She raises an eyebrow, curious.

I unbutton her trousers and let them fall to the floor. Her panties—if you could even call the tiny black scrap that—that are already damp and in my pocket . I lift her onto the bar, spreading her thighs wide. She leans back, propping herself on her elbows as I lower my head.

“Let me get a better look at this gorgeous pussy,I’ve been thinking about burying my tongue and cock in you since we were in the airport" I murmur.

She watches me, eyes dark with lust, as my tongue dives between her slick folds. I flick her clit and then drive my tongue into her soaked center. Her thighs clamp around my head and she moans, loud and unrestrained.

“Oh fuck… yes, Adrian. Tongue fuck my pussy,” she gasps, one hand tugging her nipple. I can’t help but watch her as she squeezes her boobs and pinches her nipples. She is stunning and in that instance I realize that I’m falling for her, desperate to please her.  

I alternate between licking and sucking her clit and thrusting two fingers into her dripping cunt. Her back arches. Her moans get higher, needier. I feel her getting close.

Then I stop.

“Adrian!” she whines, glaring down at me.

I grin and scoop her into my arms. “Guest house. Now.”

“You asshole,” she mutters, but she’s smiling.

I kick open the door to the guest cottage and toss her onto the bed like a prize I’ve just claimed. She scrambles up, shedding her top as I kick off my shoes and pants. Our clothes fly in every direction. I crawl on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head.

Her eyes sparkle with mischief. “Going to make me beg?”

“No,” I whisper, grinding against her. “I’m going to make you scream.