Adrian: An Ironfield Forge Hockey Romance

by Frost, Sosie

  It wasn’t frantic. It wasn’t desperate.

  This time…was just for us.

  His possessive, deliberate kiss sizzled divine sensations through me, as if every nibble of his lips promised something new. My body, mind, pleasure was his to command.

  Our clothes fell away, and the revealing peek of skin shared more than our secrets. Time slowed, and we memorized every swell and valley of our bodies. His lips traced where the fabric once touched, chasing away the cool air which teased my exposed flesh.

  I showed him everything. Not just my body, but the pounding of my heart and the bewildered and ensnared confusion in my soul.

  It was more than I’d ever given anyone in my life.

  But Adrian was the man I trusted most with everything. Which was why I made a vow to myself then and there.

  No matter how eagerly his lips grazed my skin...

  No matter how tantalizing his fingers caressed my sensitive folds…

  No matter how perfect it was slipping into his arms…

  Adrian was my best friend.

  And that had to be enough.

  Even if those troublesome little curiosities wiggled in my mind. I couldn’t let myself wonder about them.

  Or hope for them.

  Not when I already had more than I’d ever dreamed.

  I didn’t expect him to be gentle, but he slowed his raging demands despite my pleading whimpers. He’d promised slow and tender, but I needed something more. Something fierce and overwhelming.

  He denied me only to test his own control of my limits.

  Adrian understood what I craved before I did. And he delivered those pleasures with an expert stroke of his fingers. He shifted his weight over mine. God—how had I lived without that pressure before? That heavy acceptance of a ravenous man’s will?

  His muscles tensed and hardened against me. I shivered as his teeth nipped at my neck. A deliberate bite. Something to keep me still. Enough for me to remember that this was where I belonged.

  Only once I’d surrendered did his kisses explore the rest of my body. His lips drifted down, heating my breast with the huffing of his breath. I arched, too eager to feel the slickness of his tongue rolling over my pebbled nipple. Cascading shivers tickled me in bursts of sizzling excitement.

  What was it about this man that awakened parts of me I never knew existed?

  My hands traced his shoulders, his back, over the defined muscles of his chest. Pure stone under my fingers. Hard. Tough. Not an inch of him as soft as his words.

  And it did things to me. Wonderful, terrible, fantastic things.

  Maybe that was why I couldn’t help but touch him. I refused to part with the bulge of his biceps or the coarsely trimmed beard framing his smile.

  His grip tightened on my hips, and his gaze fixed on mine.

  Adrian didn’t need to ask my permission. I would’ve given anything to him in that moment.

  He spread my legs and descended, diving low to taste all of me. But this time, he didn’t allow his hunger to overwhelm his senses. Though we both panted, ravenous and eager, Adrian leisurely consumed me.

  As much a torture for him as a tease for me.

  His tongue flicked against me, delivering perfect strokes that rendered me into a quivering mess. Such attention should’ve embarrassed me. The man explored my petals with lavish praise, grunting as he savored all that he had possessed once before. Only this time, he consumed me as if I were already his—and he claimed my every whimper of delight.

  “You’re so good at this…” I didn’t recognize the desperation in my voice. “How do you know just what I need?”

  “Because you were made for me.”

  “Then why did we take so long to figure it out?”

  “Because I was a damned fool…” His voice rasped with shameless passion. “And now we’ve gotta make up for lost time.”

  Adrian read my body with a probing touch and sensed my thoughts with the nibble of his kiss. His tongue circled my nub, flicking faster as my back arched and hips squirmed.

  Fast and slow.

  Hard and soft.

  Mind-numbing and overwhelming.

  The heat prickled at the base of my spine and surged through my core. But Adrian backed away before I released into the perfect bliss that was his gifted pleasure. I whimpered, but my best friend was immune to my pleas. He grinned and shushed me as I quaked beneath him, legs spread and exposing everything.

  For so long, I’d denied letting anyone get so close to me before. I never wanted to be understood. Didn’t want to share my thoughts or fears. I’d only allowed Adrian to see the real me—the deepest darkest parts that no one else had ever deserved to see.

  And my reward had been an unquestioning friendship and a trust that only strengthen when our careers forced us apart. I should’ve known that Adrian would be the one man who’d completely control my body.

  I didn’t need to speak. No words passed from my lips, only a soft and gracious moan which breathlessly revealed my submission. I surrendered to him, casting my arms over my head.

  He liked that, his hand gripping his thick cock as he stroked himself and returned to my slickening petals. He licked. He teased. He captured that sensitive nub between his lips and tugged just to earn my surprised gasp.

  His conquest of my soft folds was absolute. He drove me to the brink again and again, pulling away at the last moment to ensure I wouldn’t succumb to that oblivion without him.

  His cock jumped in his hand, so perfectly thick and masculine. The tip wetted with his own excitement. It was a promise of animalistic determination—so eager to bury inside of me. And my body responded in kind. Begging, pleading to be placed under his dominance.

  Taken.

  Filled.

  Made his.

  But this wasn’t a raging or violent act, no matter how it shamed Adrian.

  This was natural. Beautiful.

  The final confirmation that I belonged to his pleasure, and that, deep down, my body had understood it before my mind. From my tightening nipples to the clenching of my unfilled womb—I sweated and panted to be completed by Adrian.

  And to be seeded by the only man I’d ever trust with something so delicate and pure.

  I descended into wanton shivers, practically weeping with need. Adrian shared my desire. But he didn’t fall over me. Instead, he rolled me onto my side and slipped behind me, wrapping me within the strength and security of his arms as my ass ground against his pulsing thickness. One arm held me around the waist.

  As if I’d run.

  As if I wanted to be anywhere but closer to him.

  His other arm moved my leg and exposed my desperate slit for him. His fingers flatted over my mound, and he held my hips perfectly still with the promise of his cock tracing dizzying patterns over my petals.

  I held my breath as his head found my entrance.

  He pushed.

  Slowly. Deliberately. Frustratingly patient.

  But every inch of his solid cock thrust into me with such determination that I broke into uncontrolled shivers, comforted only by his strong embrace.

  Time went still.

  Worries faded away.

  Night wrapped us in quiet softness, hiding us from the world.

  A blissful silence enveloped us, and it was as if no one else existed. Only us. Only our bodies, our hunger, our struggle against the conquering need which consumed our last shred of sanity as we moved in sync.

  It was all I’d ever hoped for in a night of passion.

  Exhilarating and heartbreaking with every thrust.

  My life had been nothing before these stolen moments with Adrian. I’d never connected with a man, never enjoyed that surrender and intimacy. I was as vulnerable as any woman could be, offering her body and pleasures, and yet I’d never felt so safe.

  Adrian’s motions captured me with gentle control. Our bodies collided, my back pressed against his chest, our hips dancing together in thrilling harmony. We sweated, and the h
eat ensnared me with dangerous excitement. He pinned me against him as his hand reached low, rubbing gentle circles around my swollen clit.

  I moaned his name. I stole his kiss. I ground against his cock.

  And it thrilled me that everything Adrian and I once had was forever and irrevocably changed.

  This was something beautiful. A wonderful expression of feelings and words and desires I didn’t dare whisper aloud. His body rocked against me, and my thoughts dissolved into pure instinct.

  How could I take more of his length?

  His cock filled me to the hilt yet expected so much more. His fingers danced over my slit, dizzying me with breath-stealing circles. And his timeless scent of whiskey, tobacco, and everything nostalgic cocooned me within all that was Adrian.

  And I was lost.

  His voice grumbled pure pleasure, rumbling through my body before centering in my clenching core.

  “Come…” His command utterly decimated me. “Hold tight to me. I’m not stopping until I’ve taken you completely.”

  What else could he want?

  What else did I have to give?

  Only one lingering, troublesome, terrifying realization that could never become reality.

  “I’m gonna put a baby in you…” Adrian promised with an even deeper thrust. “Every last drop of my seed will take root inside you.”

  A burning, unrelenting fire churned through my body, nearly buckling me in two over his pulsing cock.

  “You’re so beautiful…” He whispered. “Can’t even imagine you swollen with my baby….”

  I pushed my hips back to meet his. “It’ll work this time. I know it.”

  “Of course it will—I’m gonna cum deep inside of you, you won’t be able to move, think, or breathe without feeling me everywhere.”

  “It’ll be perfect…” My body ached with an ever-burning fever. “I’ll give you a baby. I promise, Adrian.”

  He twisted me, letting me turn so he could capture me in a blazing kiss. I groaned against him, lost withing the fire of his embrace.

  This was beyond friendship.

  Beyond anything.

  With every thrust, with every crushing blitz of ecstasy, he propelled me into an oblivion of wonderfully dangerous consequences. And the deeper we explored, the less likely it became that we would ever return. That path was gone. Lost in a haze of desire.

  But what lay ahead might’ve been the most beautiful and terrifying connection in the world.

  Because as close as I felt to him in that moment, our overwhelming passion would become the chaos that could drive us apart. Frighten us. Revealed to us something beyond what this proposition had promised.

  I couldn’t stop. As long as we hid within each other’s arms, as long as I took his cock this deeply, we could pretend that now would last forever. We could take each other. Hold each other. Enjoy each other.

  Love each other?

  It was a dangerous thought, yet the word blasted in my mind just as fiercely as the pleasure which threatened to overwhelm me.

  I ached. I cried out. And Adrian’s fingers circled my clit with an expert’s caress.

  I surrendered to the inevitable.

  Not only the pleasure, but something more.

  We came together, and the intensity nearly drove me mad. I clutched at his arms, rocking my hips. I forced him deeper as his heat melted through me and ignited all remaining fears.

  Adrian offered a pleasure so divine, so otherworldly it was as if he was the only force tethering me to this world while I crumpled and cried.

  I sunk against his chest, broken and quivering, writhing with a singular ecstasy that tormented me with bursts of relief, hope, amazement, and absolute submission.

  Why would I fight this? These feelings, these instincts within me?

  My body belonged to Adrian. My womb was his to fill. My soul an offered gift to the one man I knew would cherish it.

  His seed jetted within me. Once. Twice. And then I couldn’t count anymore. He coated me and blanketed every hidden part of me with the overwhelming force of his desire. The mess was enough to crush me with delight once more.

  I broke down. Tears on my cheeks. Body breaking with the intensity of his attentions.

  And yet, even as we stilled, the fantasy didn’t end. My thoughts twisted and confused me, and the rush of my orgasm blinded me to anything rational.

  I wanted more of this.

  I wanted to remain captured in his arms.

  I longed to come upon his cock as he filled me again and again.

  I begged to stay in his bed, resting at his side, offering my body day and night until he put a baby inside of me.

  Because then, I would be his, for all the days and nights after.

  But even as the pleasure swept me into oblivion, the decadent fantasy terrified me.

  It wasn’t supposed to be this way.

  I wasn’t allowed to feel these things.

  I wasn’t meant to want him this much.

  But Adrian cradled me in his arms, and he ensured my hips pressed against his, sealing me with his still-hardened cock to ensure every drop of his seed stayed buried in me.

  Adrian was the one who would always come for me when I was lost.

  It was his advice that once banished any confusions.

  It had always been his embrace which chased away my fears.

  And yet, I couldn’t turn to him now, when I needed him the most. Adrian was a wonderful, passionate lover. But he was also my best friend.

  And the hope that he might remain both was just too foolish.

  15

  Adrian

  For eight years, I woke every morning with a singular goal.

  Win the championship trophy.

  For the past eight weeks, I woke with a new obsession.

  Clover.

  Clover’s kiss.

  Clover’s body.

  Clover’s womb.

  Even the most dedicated hockey player could change his priorities when presented with a beautiful woman sitting naked in his lap, grinding her wet and eager pussy against the shaft of his bare cock.

  I wasn’t inside of her. Not yet. But the velvet slickness of her delicate petals caressing my length was the most sadistic and wonderful of tortures.

  I held her tight, my hands on her hips. The woman was maddening. One moment she was knocking at my door, finally returning home after a long, three-day shift with the airline. The next? I’d shredded her clothing. Dropped the cushions off my couch. And wrapped her within my embrace to feel the softness of her dark skin pressed against me.

  Too rough. Too demanding.

  But her surrender to my demands was so complete that I lost myself in the pulsing aggression of my hardened cock.

  This was supposed to be a casual movie night. Our usual Friday. Just us, a bowl of salt-only popcorn, and something on Netflix that could mask a week’s worth of aches and pains from the ice or air.

  Who knew sex healed bruises and swollen knees better than an icepack?

  My fist gripped a handful of her hair. I tugged her head backwards and kissed her exposed throat.

  “Tell me your dirtiest fantasy,” I ordered.

  She wiggled so fiercely she nearly plunged down on my cock. “You can’t ask me that.”

  “Why? You’re mine tonight. Tell me, and your fantasy will come true.”

  Clover wrapped her arms around my neck, and her sigh bounced her beautiful tits higher against my chest.

  “I know your game, Adrian Alaric, and I’m not falling for it.”

  “What game?”

  “The game where I’m supposed to say I love everything you do to me, and I’ve never felt pleasure like this before.” Her eyebrow arched. “What do you want me to stroke—your cock or your ego?”

  “Can’t a man get both?”

  “I’m keeping my fantasies to myself, thank you very much.”

  And yet, I hardened with the opportunity for a ruthless investigation.

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�Don’t be shy,” I teased her. “You’re naked and about to get stuffed with my cock. What’s the harm in telling me a little secret?”

  “It’ll go to your head.” She reached low, squeezing my thickness. “See? It’s already inflated.”

  “If you don’t tell me, I’ll assume the fantasy is something disgusting and deviant.”

  “You know I’m a good girl.”

  “Yeah? I’m still learning a lot about this side of you. For example, I didn’t know how much you liked a bite to your neck…”

  I leaned in, my teeth gripping her throat, hard enough to earn her squeal and savor the quickening of her pulse under my lips.

  “I didn’t know that your nipples were so sensitive.”

  I pinched the little chocolate nub between my fingers. She groaned, arching harder into my hand.

  “And I didn’t know how much you loved your pussy filled with my cum. When it gets all hot, messy, and slick…”

  Her hips bumped forward, grinding her molten folds over my shaft.

  “That’s not fair,” she pouted.

  “Tell me what you want most. Tell me what you need.” My voice lowered to a seductive growl. “I’ll make it come true.”

  Clover did as she was told, leaning against me, bucking her hips to delight her swollen clit.

  Her words wavered, unsure and innocent. “My darkest fantasy was always of you.”

  Fuck me.

  My cock howled, and I nearly rammed the entire length into the woman then and there. Clover wrapped her arms around me, confiding her secrets into the hollow of my throat.

  “I think that’s why I never had sex before.” Her whispered confession enthralled me. “No other man could compare to you. So, the few times I dated, I looked for guys who were the total opposite of you. Dorks who wouldn’t know which end of a hockey stick to hold. Wimpy little boys who weren’t built as strong as you. Ones who didn’t have your eyes, your voice.”

  “Can’t say I’m not jealous.”

  “I didn’t let any of them into my bed.”

  And the thought thrilled me when I had every reason to dread the implications of her secrets.