by Frost, Sosie
Within moments, the power shifted.
No longer was I the one controlling his pace, his cock, and our pleasure.
Adrian’s expression darkened into feral possession. His motions overwhelmed me, and I collapsed onto his chest, simply holding the man to survive the crash of pleasure that destroyed me with his desires.
And here I thought being on top would allow me to do as I wished.
It meant nothing to a man as strong as Adrian. I was a petite little toy in his arms, easily commanded and more easily used. He thrust his hips up again and again, burying his cock deeper into my slit. His pleased groans were fueled by pure instinct—one I shared.
He took me. He fucked me.
He dominated me.
And it was like every secret desire of my life suddenly made sense.
Until now, this fantasy had been the most dangerous and forbidden. We had done so much to preserve our friendship, denying even the barest hint of attraction that it felt like blasphemy to simply imagine falling into his arms.
I clutched onto his shoulders and nipped his neck. His embrace tethered me to the ground, and I fell limp against him as my thighs spread shamefully wide for his mind-blowing shaft to fill me again and again.
So this was what it was like to be properly fucked.
God, it was everything, everything he’d promised.
Passion and desire tangled, fought within me. My body demanded more.
Faster. Harder. Fiercer.
My mind rebelled. It begged for me to slow. To take it gently. To savor the thrilling sensations…
…If only because this could be the only time I’d ever lose myself in his arms.
Adrian took me with a relentless determination, and yet his eyes focused on me. He knew what I wanted before I did. Could read my thoughts. Though I prayed he couldn’t unravel the knotted feelings tangling me from the inside.
When I needed him deeper, and he slammed into a part of me that had never felt the seductive aggression of a man.
When I demanded he quicken his pace, he thrust with reckless intensity.
When my breath was lost and body shaking, he took control, wrapping his thick arm around my waist and lifting me with his own strength.
Within minutes we sweated. Frantic and wild. Our bodies trembled. Our words lost.
This pleasure was an utter torment, and I’d never experienced anything so pure.
It was like we were made for this.
For each other.
And nothing had ever terrified me more.
And I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t tear myself away from his embrace, couldn’t imagine a life beyond the completeness filling the entirety of me.
I’d feared sex with this man would be awkward and stiff. But this? I stared into the dark promise of his eyes, and we groaned together, enthralled by these desperate secrets we’d never once shared.
But it was too much.
Too revealing.
Too heartbreaking.
And I should’ve known what this would mean to me. In Adrian’s arms, I had no fears, no worries, no hesitations. I trusted him. My submission fueled us and comforted us and wrapped me in an inferno of familiarity that dizzied my mind and tightened my core.
I needed only to accept the unrelenting pounding of his bare cock to sate my every desire.
And so I did.
I surrendered as of much of me as he wanted.
So why was I shocked when he took it all?
“Never had it so tight...” Adrian whispered in my ear. “Always wore a rubber. Never felt so close to anyone.”
And I would never feel this way ever again.
The closeness. The intimacy.
It scared me, destroyed me, and invigorated me.
And it wasn’t because we had sex without a condom.
It was because we made love.
And that meant nothing would ever be the same.
I arched, allowing him to suckle at my breast. His pace matched mine as he bumped his hips upwards. It was like he could sense the cascading pleasure that built from my core.
I cried out in breathless denial, but I had no idea what to ask. How to say it.
Did he feel the same way?
Adrian buried inside of me, unprotected, but did it delight and terrify him as much is it amazed and bewildered me?
“Stop me now if you don’t want this,” he gasped. “Or else I’m going to come, and I’ll fill you completely with my seed.”
His words detonated the last of my control.
I wasn’t prepared for my orgasm.
When I’d come for him before, the pleasure had been lovely and perfect. A dreamy lightness that cocooned me with gentle shivers.
But this?
This was intense and overwhelming.
Terrifyingly wonderful and unstoppably decadent.
Intense. Shocking. And utterly transcendent.
My world changed forever.
All sound dissolved as my body rocked over his hardening cock. I clenched. Adrian groaned, unable to move as I came.
And for a single moment in time, I wished to keep him there forever. Tucked inside me. Embedding me. So deep inside I couldn’t hide my pleasure, my pain, or my jumble of feelings.
But it took only one thrust, one heartbeat for my body to crash down upon him, to accept him completely within my slickness, before the utter insanity of what we had done consumed me.
The pleasure quaked from deep inside my soul. I threw my arms around his neck and begged him to guide me through that breaking of everything I once knew.
My mind darkened.
My breath was stolen.
I lost myself in an abyss of absolute destruction, and yet Adrian rebuilt me with the promise of an ecstasy so safe and warm that the quaking of my body softened with delight.
And then he came.
Hot and furious. The cascade of his seed saturated me from the inside. He splashed within me, filling me, dousing me with a newfound heat that reignited my flames and burned me ever hotter for him.
I came again. And again.
And then I lost all control of myself, my words, my body.
My heart.
I teased my hips over his, savoring the hot and messy sensation. Adrian’s lips pressed against my forehead. Gentle. Doing his best to calm the feral instincts tearing me apart.
“Do you think that will do it?” I surrendered to his strength, grateful for the gentle stroke of his hand over my back. “Do you think it was enough to get me pregnant?”
“Only one way to make sure.”
The man was frighteningly strong. Adrian lifted me, my body still embedded upon him, and lowered me onto the couch. My hips rose, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around him. He sunk over me, his arms braced on either side of my chest.
I gripped his shoulders, squirming as the tension within me coiled and ached once more. His length stayed hard, stretching me to my absolute limit. I stared at him, amazed, submitting to all instinct as I knew what would happen next could ruin everything we had…
Or create something even better.
Adrian’s voice deepened, but he silenced my questions with a stolen kiss.
“I’m gonna take you again. And again. And again.” He began to move once more, filling me completely. “And I’m not stopping until I’m absolutely certain I’ve given you a baby.”
9
Adrian
My best friend slept naked in my bed.
But not exactly peacefully.
The woman had claimed most of the bed during the night—tossing, turning, kicking off the covers, then eventually sprawling out spread-eagle, legs open wide for most of the few hours that we slept.
She also kicked in her sleep. A cross between a dreaming puppy twitching on a hardwood floor and a helldog rampaging through nineteenth century London.
But every elbow in my back, cold foot creeping up my leg, and inadvertent slap across the face was worth it.
Because my best frie
nd slept naked in my bed.
And that was the reason this was meant to be.
The sheet fell, revealing her bared breasts. During the night, she’d stolen the blankets with a huff only to hoist them away when she’d gotten hot. Now, she slept in a cocoon of stark white Egyptian cotton, the ruffles and wrinkles contrasting her dark and supple skin.
Women usually didn’t stay the night with me. More specifically, I never hung around after we’d had our fun.
So many firsts with Clover.
First time I’d taken a virgin.
First time I’d come inside of a woman.
First time I’d attempted to impregnate a lady.
Was it wrong that I hoped it wouldn’t be my last?
How fucking selfish was it to imagine the possibility of another mind-blowing night with Clover?
Especially because I was so fucking disappointed in myself.
I shifted in the bed, staring only at the ceiling. Even now, my cock twitched. Why the hell wasn’t that betrayer satisfied yet? Christ. After ravishing her for hours, it was a miracle the damn thing was still attached. Clover’s pussy was like a vice, gripping me, milking me, driving me to the brink of insanity again and again.
I’d lost all control.
Everything I’d planned, every promise I’d made, every sensual tease…
Fucking ruined.
I had meant for our one and only night to be something spectacular—an experience she’d never had and would never forget.
But when she sat on my lap, straddling me with those silken thighs and awestruck eyes, I’d abandoned my senses and succumbed to my own primitive desires.
I’d taken her hard. Fast. Ruthlessly.
It was a voracious, hungry sort of sex. Ugly in its intensity and enraging in my own ferocity.
I’d become an animal. Ravenous and desperate. One touch, one kiss, one thrust within her, and I lost all semblance of who I was and what I’d wanted to be for her.
My cock had claimed what wasn’t mine. I’d consumed all of her. The pleasure had shredded my resolve, and I turned beast. More instinct than man.
And yet…she’d enjoyed it.
Clover had come on my cock again and again, until she was broken, weeping, and clinging to my shoulders, whispering words we’d both regret.
But it wasn’t what I had wanted for her.
It wasn’t the side of me I’d wanted her to see, and it definitely wasn’t what I’d wanted her to feel.
I’d planned for our night together to be perfect. I’d promised to make love to her, to show her exactly the intimacy lacking from her life.
And something must’ve been missing. Something big, something important.
Until now, Clover’s obsessions had been travel and fun. She’d drop everything on a random Tuesday and fly to Norway to watch the northern lights. Then she’d book a trip to Indonesia for a few days because she was halfway there anyway.
Every meaning in her life came from chaotic adventures and spur-of-the-moment exotic trips.
She’d never once spoken of a family. Never mused about having a baby or settling down.
She might’ve thought she wanted a baby.
But I could read her easier than that.
Clover was lonely.
So why didn’t she just tell me the truth?
Clover stirred, tensing with a full-bodied stretch from the tips of her fingers to her curling toes. The hazelnut radiance of her skin contrasted with the white bedding—beautiful and tempting.
Her back arched, her hips twisted, and she slowly blinked her dark eyes, heavy with sleep.
It took only a lazy stroke of her hand over the valley between her breasts before she stilled and sucked in a breath.
“Oh…” She fumbled for the thin sheet. “I’m still naked.”
I wasn’t complaining. “How ‘bout that.”
Her glance to my side of the bed was quick and modest. She diverted her attention toward the window instead.
“And…you’re very naked too.”
The blanket didn’t do a good job of hiding my interest. I shifted, but rolling onto my side only aimed my excitement toward her. Wasn’t sure if an apology was warranted…or if I wanted to extend an invitation.
“Yeah, I’m not sure where our clothes ended up,” I said.
“…I think I remember cursing the day we ever wore them.”
The memories blended in a haze of heat and furious passion. At some point, I’d gotten the lingerie off her, but instead of peeling the material from her curves…
Hopefully, she wouldn’t be pissed that I’d destroyed it.
My behavior should’ve shamed me. Instead, it only turned my morning wood to stone.
“You promised never to wear a pair of panties again.” I reminded her.
Clover tucked her hair behind her ears. “Probably not a good look for me.”
“Or it’s the best look for you.”
“Might be the only look for me. I’m pretty sure my teddy is in pieces.”
“It got in my way.”
“I’ll remember to wear the inexpensive one next time.”
“Fuck, I’ll buy out an entire lingerie store if I can rip it all to shreds off of you.”
“Well, now you’re just making more work for yourself.”
“Best part of Christmas is unwrapping the presents.”
“I always thought it was Christmas dinner?”
“I had plenty to eat last night.”
She pushed at me, a sly giggle brightening my morning. She drummed her hands over the sheet, doing her best to sort out the wrinkles instead of meeting my gaze.
“Did we…oversleep?” she asked.
“Gotta sleep to oversleep.”
“Not that I mind waking next to you.”
Her innocent smile nearly wrenched off my cock. I hardened more. Shamefully so. Like I hadn’t had my fill of her after an entire night of fucking.
Like I’d never get enough.
Like I always wanted to wake up with her in my arms.
“How do you feel?” I asked. They weren’t the right words, but what could I say that’d encompass do you regret it, were you satisfied, did I ruin this, did I ruin you?
“Sticky…” Clover cleared her throat. “Really…sticky.”
That did nothing to ease the pulsing of my cock.
Christ, I’d made her sticky.
Messy.
Mine.
I’d taken her. Come inside her. Tried to impregnate her.
What did a man need to give for a chance to do it again?
“Should we…?” Clover motioned toward the bathroom.
“Shower?”
She shimmied toward the edge of the bed, carrying the sheet with her. She tugged, yanked, and jerked the sheet with a grunt. It didn’t budge, offering her only a small corner to cover her curves.
Her pout delighted me. “Wow…the movies make this look much more graceful.” She held the covers over her chest. “I…would you…close your eyes?”
“What?”
“I mean…I’m naked. You’re naked. Unless…you don’t mind.”
The proof was in the nine inches of hardened inconvenience under my side of the sheet. I shifted, doing my best to remain a gentleman.
I covered my eyes with my hand to grant her a moment of modesty, but Clover didn’t move. Instead, she reached for me, gently brushing her fingers over mine. The blankets slipped only an inch, revealing the hint of her beautiful curves.
“You know…” Her voice quieted. “It’s okay.”
“I’ll turn around. It’s fine.”
“No, I mean, this is okay. Us. Here. Waking up together. Even the whole naked thing.”
“And the stickiness?”
She snuggled back into the bed. “Even the stickiness. It’s all…okay.”
Sure, that relieved me. But the erection threatened to tear through the blanket. I wasn’t in a position for a heart-to-heart chat.
Or an apolog
y.
“I was so worried about this.” Her delicate shoulders twisted as she looked away. “Not sure why. Hell, we survived New Year’s Day 2013. Remember? The Night-Of-The-Bad-Pork-And-Kraut with one bathroom to share? And I think this was better than that.”
Taking a puck to the balls was better than that.
But I sighed. “Clover—”
She held her hand up. “No. Let me speak, cause I don’t think I’ll ever have the guts to say it again. We’ve been through a lot. I’ve dragged you on a dozen different adventures through a dozen different countries. Last night was better than any glass-bottom boat ride in the Caribbean or hike through the Alps. I’m not sure what I was looking for traveling so far from home.”
“You looked for something meaningful.”
She nodded. “And all this time, I might’ve found it with the aid of one too many glasses of wine and a bit of courage.” She huffed. “Easier than getting through customs, honestly. I might’ve lost my panties, but at least I didn’t lose my luggage, right?”
I said nothing. Clover’s expression fell.
“Oh.” Her voice hollowed. “You don’t feel the same.”
She slid from the bed and grabbed one of my old, beat-up t-shirts handing on the back of my door. She slipped into it and tugged the hem low over her legs.
Fuck. Last thing I wanted was to make her self-conscious.
I ran a hand through my hair. “It’s not that.”
“What happened?” Clover asked. “Don’t tell me I did it wrong. There are only one of two places down there for you to aim, and I think I can tell the two apart.”
“Clover, it’s not what you think.”
“It wasn’t good for you.”
I’d claimed her virginity—felt her innocence on my cock—but that question revealed more about her first-time than any hymen ever could. If she’d been more experienced, she might’ve realized that last night I’d conducted five superhuman feats the likes of which I could brag about in the locker room until the day I retired.
“Believe me, it was good. Very good.” I had no idea how to apologize for showing her a good time. “But it wasn’t how I wanted it to happen.”
Clover edged closer to the bed, crossing her arms. The shirt rose, teasing me with a view of her smooth thighs. Not enough to reveal the part of her that would bring me to my knees, but enough to water my mouth and harden my cock.
