Adore (On My Knees Duet Book 2)

by Ella James

  Adore

  On My Knees Duet 2

  Ella James

  Contents

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  Part I

  1. Luke

  2. Vance

  3. Luke

  4. Vance

  5. Vance

  6. Vance

  7. Vance

  8. Luke

  9. Vance

  10. Luke

  11. Vance

  Part II

  12. Vance

  13. Luke

  14. Vance

  15. Vance

  16. Vance

  17. Vance

  18. Luke

  19. Vance

  20. Vance

  21. Vance

  22. Vance

  Part III

  23. Vance

  24. Vance

  25. Vance

  26. Vance

  27. Vance

  28. Vance

  29. Luke

  30. Luke

  31. Luke

  32. Luke

  Epilogue

  Part I

  1

  Luke

  His fist tightens around my shirt, and finally, I force myself to look up at him. The rush! His face is hard. He smells the same. My vision fuzzes out around the edges.

  Then I suck a deep breath in, lock my hand around his wrist, and squeeze so hard my fingers ache. “I. Don’t Want. You.”

  I can see his jaw tic as he says, “I know.”

  His eyes close for a heartbeat. Then he sinks down to the floor beside me, and I feel his hand over my cock. He cups my erection and white hot bliss streams through me.

  “I see how bad you don’t want me.” He’s opening my pants now. “You don’t want me hard enough to hurt.”

  His hand is wrapped around my shaft…pumping my head. “Tell me how you don’t want me, Luke.”

  He gives another slow stroke, and I grit my teeth as my whole body quakes with need. His livid gaze returns to mine. I shut my eyes so I don’t have to see him as he inches my pants down, and his free hand tugs my balls. He works me until I’m panting, until I can’t help groaning.

  “I don’t want to want you,” I rasp.

  His hands leave me. When I find the strength to open my eyes, Vance is standing over me again. “Feeling’s mutual.”

  I watch as he walks back to the bench and sits, unfastening his pants. He’s got his dick in his hand. Now he’s stroking himself.

  “So this is good.” His voice sounds more like Vance now, and it sends a bolt of longing through me that’s so piercing I can’t breathe. “If you don’t want me— like, let’s say…if you don’t want to get down on your knees and let me fuck your throat…” He lifts a shoulder, still pumping himself. He spreads his legs more, leans his head against the wall. “Don’t want that?” His eyes shut. “Then go.”

  I grip my head. When I dare to look up again, his hard eyes are on me.

  “Should be easy, preacher. Put your dick away and get moving.”

  There’s no emotion on his cold face as he pumps himself.

  I push my cock into my pants and zip. Then I walk to him on legs that shake.

  His gaze drops to my fly, then flicks back to mine. “Go.” The word is mild—as his hand grips the base of his dick and then moves back upward. His eyes look glazed, like he’s lost to his own lust. “I won’t tell your secret, preacher.”

  A low buzzing starts in my head…spreads all through my body. Pressure throbs behind my eyes as I watch Vance work himself.

  There’s what I want and what I don’t—and what I want is life. I want not to come home to an echo-empty house every night. When I fly in from Israel and can’t see straight from jetlag, I want someone at the runway. I want to order takeout for two people and have someone to sit with on ski lifts. I want to do my job—the one I’m good at, the one I’ve given everything I have to—without becoming a symbol or a controversy. I don’t want to lose more privacy. I don’t want the picketing, the death threats. I deserve a life like everybody.

  One look at him—just one look there in the atrium at Evermore—and I could feel my insides shifting. Everything sunk but my heart, which swelled so much I wasn’t sure that I could find my normal speaking voice.

  As soon as he looked at me, I could feel it flame up in me—this fever.

  “I…can’t.” The words squeeze from my throat without permission.

  “Can’t what?” I watch as his palm cups his thick head. His eyes stay away from mine.

  I can’t be near him without craving. This is Vance, and he is right here. He shuts his eyes, and I step closer, then sink down to my knees.

  I can’t stand it.

  I want to hold him more than anyone has ever wanted anything. I can’t, so I kneel between his knees and take his cock in my mouth. I can feel his low groan vibrate through him. He shifts so his legs spread more. Then his hand comes down on my head.

  Hot tears fill my eyes and spill down my cheeks. He pushes my head closer, so I’m choking. And I blow him. I do it because I can’t not. This is why I have a mouth. This is what my body’s made for. If it’s sacrilege then I belong in hell.

  He’s lodged in my throat. I close my eyes and work him with my lips and tongue and cheeks and hands that tremble, and he groans. I feel his legs quake. His hand tightens on my head. He thrusts deeper into my throat, using me just like he promised, and my cock is full and thick and throbbing. Then I squeeze his balls, and he spends with a tremor and a loud groan.

  I swallow it all and wipe my eyes before I ease him out of my mouth. When I look up at his face, his eyes are closed. He looks like a sultan, faintly displeased. Then he looks at me, and his lips quirk up at the corners. It’s that secret smile that used to reach his eyes. It doesn’t now. He’s different. There’s a sadness to him—just like me.

  My chest aches, the air in my lungs frozen—and then it rushes out, and rage sweeps the sharp pain away. My throat is cinched tight as a string knot, stinging like a pile of embers. I look up at him and fill my lungs until they burn. And say my lines. “If you stay, I’ll make it hard on you.”

  I wrap my hand partway around his calf, taut under the softness of his jeans. He shifts his hips a little, his erection hanging, still pumped up like he could go again. The sight makes me feel weak with my own unspent lust—but I won’t show that to him.

  “Every second you are in my city, you are mine to do with as I see fit. When I’m gone, you wait. If I find out you haven’t done so, I decide the consequence.”

  Our gazes lock, and I know what he sees in mine.

  “I don’t want to—” he starts quietly.

  “Doesn’t matter.” I rise to my feet and squeeze my throbbing dick through my pants. “You’re here. Are you gonna go home, Vance?”

  His face is bleak as he shakes his head.

  “That’s what I thought. Why don’t you show me to your room?”

  Vance

  I’ve never felt like this before—like I’m stepping into lava, and I know it’s going to burn like hell, but I still want to feel it.

  How long has he haunted my thoughts, plagued them? Why’d he call the one night that he did, when we stayed for so long on the line together? Why’d he ghost me at the hotel? Luke McDowell the enigma has been taking up space in my brain for way too long. Now’s my chance to play this out.

  Adrenaline makes my hands shake, so I ball them into fists as I walk up the stairs and down the hall that’s lined with shelves. My back and neck are sweating under his gaze, and my stomach feels empty and achy.

  His body brushes mine from behind as I open the bedroom door.

  “Go lie on the bed.”

  I do as he sa
ys, kicking off my boots and lying my stomach. I can feel his weight indent the mattress as he climbs up behind me. Then his hand is roving down my back…over my pants-clad ass. It’s harder now, more muscular, I know—from all the MMA I’ve started doing.

  “Pull them down,” he orders.

  I do, and my cock springs from my boxer-briefs, pressed between my abs and the duvet. I work my pants down more, and his hand comes between my legs, stroking my balls so lightly that the tickling sensation makes me moan. Then he’s got the base of my cock, moving upward in a slow pump. I feel the mattress shake as he works his dick, too.

  “You missed this, didn’t you?” His words are dark and silky slow. “When you got the church’s offer, you didn’t even think about it.”

  I groan as he drops down so his cock is pressed against my crack. He rubs my hip as his other hand works its way under me, finding my erection again so he can give the tip a hard squeeze.

  “Yeah. That’s right. Someone’s already oozing—aren’t you, Vance Rayne?” He gives me a few strokes, rubbing his stiff dick against me as I groan again—because it feels so good to have his hand around me.

  If I had any fucking sense, I’d roll away from him and catch the next plane to LaGuardia. I’m all out of sense, though, and his cock is thick and heavy on my flank.

  I thrust my dick against the sheets, and when that doesn’t ease the ache in my balls, I lift my hips up off the mattress to give his hand more clearance. Instead of squeezing tighter, he lets me go.

  “Want it nice and easy? I don’t think so.”

  His hand spreads my cheeks, and something presses to my hole. I shut my eyes, my cock throbbing as I will him to push inside.

  “Are you ready, Vance?” He rubs his shaft over the globe of my cheek…strokes a teasing thumb over my hole. “If you’re not, I understand. You didn’t know who had invited you. It wasn’t me, after all.” He moves his hand off me, and I hear something rip before his fingers return—two thick, insistent fingers tracing me…then pressing in. I moan, lust-drunk and desperate to feel this again—it’s been him since I was with a man—but he pulls his fingers out slowly.

  “If you’re not ready, there are other things we can do.”

  “I am ready.” The words sound like they came from underwater. I’m so fucking hungry for him…my whole body trembles with it.

  His fingers push back in, and I groan. “Deeper. Please…”

  He obliges, gliding in so deep that my hips thrust forward and I’m seeing stars from how his fingers push at my p-spot.

  “Fuckkk.”

  “Oh yes. I want nothing more than hearing you swear like a sailor. You’re so hot and tight…and just taking fingers. Kind of makes me think you’ve kept this tight hole to yourself since I was in it last.” He rubs that spot again, and I’m panting—close to coming. “Is that true, Vance?”

  He drags his fingers out. I give a loud moan as he works them back in.

  “Wish you knew,” I manage. A tremor moves through my legs, and Luke pushes deeper. A barked groan comes from my throat.

  “Feels like too much. But you’re wanting more, too, aren’t you?”

  I reach down to squeeze my cock, and he grabs my wrist.

  “Pretty soon, I’m gonna pump you full of the cum that I’ve got throbbing in my balls. But first, I want to show you what you’re in for if you stay in San Francisco. If you stay at Evermore.”

  He draws his fingers out…then shoves them back in. My whole body bucks.

  “Hospitality is important to us at Evermore. We have a team dedicated to making sure every visitor, from dignitaries to first-time guests, feels special. And I’ve got the best idea for how to welcome you.” He adds a third finger, and I grit my teeth as my thighs tremble. “Would you like to know what it is?”

  “Would you?” he prompts.

  “Yes.”

  He draws his fingers slowly out of me, and I hear another packet of lube ripped open. I’m panting with the need to get off as he spreads it all around, then pushes all three fingers back inside. I hear another rip. His hand slides out. When his fingers thrust back in, they’re coating me with more lube.

  My dick drips onto the blankets as I think of his long cock buried inside me.

  “You seem ready.”

  I can’t quiet my panting. “Need it.”

  “You know I’m gonna mess you up, don’t you? And you should go home. But you want it too much.”

  “I’m…not going.”

  “Relax now.” I feel something firm against me. I bear down, taking. There’s a swelling pressure, followed by thick coolness and—“AHH!” He pushes once more, and it’s seated fully in me—this…this thing.

  It’s not him. I’m panting louder. Fuck. It’s heavy. I move my hips, struggling to discern—

  It’s a plug. I start to say so, but his palm presses the base, and I sink to the mattress.

  “How does that feel?”

  I groan loudly.

  “You’ll be made to earn my cock. This is step one. Let me show you what he does…our little friend here.”

  The thing starts to vibrate. It’s pressed hard against my p-spot. I shout as I push my cock against the mattress, muscles trembling, my heart beating so hard I can’t think…can only sweat and grunt and grip the blankets.

  His strong arm encircles my hips, pulling me up. “If you need to come, I’ve got a mouth for that.”

  He jerks me up onto my hands and knees and twists around beneath me so I’m thrusting my big, spurting cock against his cheek. Then he seals his velvet mouth around my cockhead.

  “OHH fuck…”

  He sucks as the toy begins to pulse inside me. I can’t help it—my whole lower body gives a mighty throb, and I blow so hard, my limbs give way. I slump down on top of him, shoving my cock deeper into his throat. His arm locks around my backside, and he swallows till I’m moaning from the brash sensation. Then he pushes me off him and sits up.

  My blurry eyes move to his cock, pushing angrily at his pants. I reach for him.

  “Not yet.” He smirks.

  “What do—”

  “Listen—” His brows arch. “Your toy is filled with purple dye. So if you pull him out, there will be evidence.”

  “What?”

  He smiles. “I can’t work the remote unless we’re within a certain distance of each other. So tonight it’s just going to be there. I’ll get to the church tomorrow at 11. You’ll be fine, Vance. I’d wear baggy pants, though. If you don’t think you can leave the house wearing the plug—if you’re not sure that you can be discreet—just take it out tonight and fly home. Otherwise, a car will get you in the morning at nine and return you home at four.” He reaches into his pocket, jingles car keys. “Your Prius is in the shop. And Vance?”

  I blink.

  “Don’t put my cock in anything or anybody else. Also, dress for mess. You’ll be leaking once I’m in the building.”

  2

  Vance

  I’m erect all night. I can’t sleep for the pressure in me and the unrelenting stiffness of my dick. I break my vaporizer out at 1:30 AM and get high, but that makes it worse. The sensations echo through my body, making me squeeze my cock, rub my sore balls. I fall asleep around three with a pillow between my knees and wake at five with an erection hard enough to carve up marble. I jerk off…and then again. I’m working on a third time when my phone rings.

  “Mr. Rayne. How was your night?”

  I swallow, tugging on my swollen balls. “Fine.”

  “I can hear the rumble in your voice. You’re hard now, aren’t you?”

  I grit my teeth and suck a breath in through my nose. “I can’t go in a church like this.”

  “You can—and you will—if you want to keep your job. It’s not just any church, it’s my church. I’d like to bring you to your knees while you’re there.”

  My hand cups my thick, slick tip. I rub my thumb over the little slit there, sending sparks of light dancing behind my closed e
yes. “I can hardly walk.”

  “Toss back a few shots before you get into your car. Your place is well-stocked.”

  “When I drink, I want to fuck.”

  “I want you to want to fuck, so that sounds perfect.”

  “Every time it rubs there…” I can’t bring myself to say it.

  “Every time it hits you there, you’re leaking. You don’t like that?”

  My face heats up, and my throat tightens. I swallow, but I can’t get my voice steady. “I can’t do that all day.”

  “I think you can. But you’re not staying all day. I’m giving you a pass home at four.”

  I inhale and clench around the fucking toy. “If you turn it on…someone will notice, Luke.”

  “That’s the hard part. Get it? You might want to mention food poisoning. A migraine. Something that would make you sweat and rush for the men’s room.”

  “I can’t do it.” I stroke myself. Jesus, my erection’s never felt this thick. “Just come over. Let’s fuck now.”

  “I’ve got a busy morning. I’ll come through the atrium on my way upstairs. I’ll be on the phone, but when you hear my voice, I want you to turn around and get something out of a toolbox. Bend over.”

  “Luke—”

  The line goes dead.

  I brought some snug tighties for the work—in case he got too close and I got hard—and a size-too-small pair of boxer briefs for the same reason. I tuck my painful hard-on into the briefs, then step slowly into the boxers. Trouble is, my dick’s in overdrive, my balls swollen and tender and my cockhead constantly slick.