Lush Seduction

by Layla Arts

  “I know him well enough to say he’s engaged.”

  “No,” she whined, all happiness falling from her face. “Why do I always find married men or people who are in a relationship way more attractive?” she asked herself guiltily.

  ***

  My afternoon with Red was perfect, and I enjoyed every moment of it. After a good two hours continuing with our useless chatter, we went separate ways. I arrived at my apartment very quickly, and I stripped out of my smelly clothes. I had been sweating immensely from today's practice, and I wasn't going to simmer in the horrible smell any longer.

  I washed my body and used a scrub. The smell invaded my nostrils. It was way better than smelling my own sweat for those last couple of hours. Red and I made a unanimous decision not to shower after practice, but I think we both realized that wasn't going to happen again.

  As the steam filled the bathroom, I was happily enjoying this shower moment.

  When I felt the water cascading down my body, I thought about Hadrian ghosting over my delicate skin; how his skilled fingers played over my womanhood, leaving my body longing and wanting.

  Just the thought of Hadrian touching me in my most sensitive spot got me panting.

  I bit my lip as I stood underneath the pouring water, and I slipped my hand down to my sensitive spot. I started to touch myself, my wet fingers coming in contact with my sensitive nerves. A soft gasp left my mouth as I felt myself so intimately.

  The burning desire I felt since I was last sexual with Hadrian finally had relief. I hadn't touched myself for such a long time, which made this concept very uncomfortable at first. Eventually, I got lost in my thoughts of Hadrian that it didn't matter if I was touching myself anymore.

  I did miss his cold metal ring coming in contact with my clitoris, and rubbing it repeatedly by using a familiar amount of speed. He knew how to make me come; it was like he knew my body better than I did.

  I kept imaging that my fingers were Hadrian's, ignoring the immediate notation of the unsatisfying size and skill my fingers possessed.

  I managed to ignore the comparison, my fingers working harder to satisfy me in a way Hadrian did effortlessly. I moaned softly, as the water continued to flow from the shower head. The heat from the water and my movements aided my orgasm, and I came quickly and explosively while thinking of Hadrian.

  My climax had left me weak and wary, so I rested my hand on the tiled wall of the shower to keep me upright.

  I washed quickly before I stepped out of the shower cabin.

  The crisp air that enveloped me chilled my still–sensitive skin, and I immediately grabbed a towel to dry off before running to my room to change.

  I walked over to my closet, and grabbed an old ripped shirt; it was big enough the cover my bum perfectly, and I took a black, simple lace thong.

  My evening in the apartment was lonely and boring. I could've watched a couple of reality shows, and just thought of how awful everyone's lives were, but I could also text Hadrian and ask him to come over for some cuddle adventures.

  Vicky: “Are you home?”

  It was unusual for Hadrian not to text me back immediately. He always had his phone with him, and I was sure he wouldn't take ages to reply back. I sat on the couch and frequently changed my sitting position out of boredom.

  I did this all the time so I had a routine: I would sit upside down, my feet pressed against the wall, and my head would hang lazily down the couch. I'd look around my apartment upside down, and when the blood would rush to my head, I would sit back up.

  I felt my phone buzz on my stomach, so I took it, and I sat up again. My mouth turned into a smile when I saw Hadrian's name on the screen. I shove with my finger over the unlock button, and I typed my code into the phone. I quickly opened my messages to see what he had texted back.

  Hadrian: “Maybe I'm throwing rocks at your window?”

  Vicky: “Don't you dare, because you probably are going to hit me.”

  Hadrian: “Sorry babe.”

  Vicky: “Anyways, do you want to come over?”

  Hadrian: “Way ahead of you baby.”

  A smile appeared on my face at the thought of Hadrian coming to my apartment. I realized I was so blind without my contacts, so I quickly searched for my glasses. My thick black Ray-Bans were placed on my face, and I opened the refrigerator in search of a bottle of red wine. It wouldn't be an expensive bottle that Hadrian owned, but it was the best I currently had.

  I squealed softly when I heard the doorbell ring. I adjusted my shirt and slid across the floor as I made my way to the front door. I unlocked the front door, and I smiled like an absolute dork when I saw Hadrian standing in front of me. I gestured him to come inside.

  Hadrian stepped in, and immediately placed his hand on my back, pressing my body against his. His lips came in contact with mine, and I eagerly pushed mine back against his. I didn't want to end the moment of sweet desire, but I had to pay for my heat, and it was all escaping out the wide-open front door. Cold air came in contact with my body, and I broke the kiss; Hadrian's forehead leaned against mine.

  “Do you believe me when I say I kind of missed you?” Hadrian whispered, minty breath fanning over my face.

  “Do you believe me when I say I kind of missed you, too?”

  A smile was spread across both of our faces, and I pressed a quick kiss against his cheek. Hadrian moved out of my way so I could close the door behind him. I locked it, and I turned around to see Hadrian placing his coat away neatly. I crossed my legs as I looked at him, his broad shoulders showed perfectly through his white long-sleeved shirt, and I thought briefly of my escapades in the shower.

  “You were kind of turning me on while you danced this morning,” Hadrian suddenly announced. My cheeks turned in a soft shade of pink, and I tried to hide my face. I walked past Hadrian, and I heard him following me to the living room.

  “I hope I didn't distract you too much,” I said, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively.

  “Well, you kind of gave me a hard-on right before a meeting. It was not great timing, but I had to see you perform,” Hadrian told me. I saw that he had made himself comfortable in the same spot he sat when he kissed me the first time. The thoughts of that day still made me blush.

  I walked over to Hadrian, and I gave him a glass I had filled with red wine. The flavor was perfectly crisp, and I felt myself relax under the influence of alcohol. Hadrian gestured me to place my legs in his lap, and my shirt rode up a bit when I shifted my position. Neither of us protested though.

  Hadrian traced his fingers over my upper leg, and the thought of what he could do with his nimble fingers flickered through my brain once more. I flexed my feet and shifted my position, becoming uncomfortably aroused. I looked up at Hadrian, trying to focus so I wouldn't be completely distracted by his incredibly large fingers.

  “How was your day?” he questioned me smoothly.

  “Good, very good,” I assured Hadrian excitedly. “I had a bit too much fun today,” I admitted.

  “You're glowing, darling,” Hadrian suddenly remarked.

  “Am I?” I questioned, and I pressed my hand against my cheeks.

  A smirk appeared on Hadrian's face when he looked at me with lust in his eyes. He stayed mute for a few seconds, what caused me to become curious. What was he thinking about that caused him to look at me like that?

  “You have touched yourself, haven't you?” he questioned me openly, without any shame.

  I felt my jaw drop at his inquisition, and I struggled to find a proper answer. I could lie and say I didn't touch myself earlier, but I didn't want to outright say it either.

  “I-I,” I stuttered, searching for an explanation but coming up blank.

  “You did, baby,” Hadrian said confidently. He placed his glass to the side and did the same with mine. He placed his hand on my thigh and slid higher until he reached my thong. I pushed myself back, and Hadrian reared up over me. I felt him opening my legs easily, and he slid between my legs. He
reached over to my face and placed gentle kisses in the crook of my neck.

  “Hadrian-”

  “I wish I could've been there.” He breathed out against my earlobe. “It would have been such a turn-on,” he told me with desire in his voice. “Just the thought of you touching yourself makes me want to come,” he groaned. The words weren't sensible, but goddamn it was hot when he said stuff like that. I felt Hadrian licking my earlobe, and he carefully held my skin between his teeth.

  The feeling sent electricity straight to my core, making me moan his name softly.

  We had the most bipolar relationship; one minute we were having a sensible conversation, the next we were fighting, and then he was seducing me on the couch in my living room.

  I was brought back to reality when I felt Hadrian grope my breast, and giving it a rough squeeze. I gripped his biceps as Hadrian brushed his thumb over my nipple.

  Hadrian and I locked gazes, and he licked his lips seductively. He bit his lip, and I tugged my hand through his perfect hair to bring his mouth to mine. Hadrian kept stroking his thumb over my sensitive skin, sending waves of euphoria streaming through my veins. I was ready, and Hadrian definitely was too.

  “I want you, right now,” Hadrian proclaimed.

  19

  Hadrian Smith

  Her mouth turned into a satisfied smirk. She was hungry for me like I was hungry for her. I skimmed her bottom lip with my thumb; the callous of my fingers coming in contact with her soft, warm lips. I could already feel the sexual desire radiating from my body, ready to be close to her, to touch her. I dipped my head into the crook of her neck, smelling the freshness of her washed body. Her hair was still wet from the shower she had taken a while ago.

  She had chosen her outfit for comfort, but it was probably the sexiest thing I had ever seen her in. I knew she wasn't trying to pull off some "ripped big shirt and lace thong" look, but she was hot. Very fuckable to be honest. My hands ghosted up her sides, past her hips, bringing her shirt with them.

  I wasn't looking, but I knew she was wearing a thong: Vicky always did. She felt like she needed to wear a thong with jeans, and I could see the unrestrained movement of her glorious ass so I couldn't complain.

  I loved how Vicky and I were so consumed by each other. I knew she thought about me, just like I thought about her wherever I went.

  I thought about holding her hand, and walking around with a self-satisfied smirk on my face to show everyone that she was mine, but I couldn't do that. She wasn't mine, and I wasn't hers; we weren't in an exclusive relationship. Even though we weren't, something was growing between us.

  I placed my head in the crook of her neck, letting my lips hover over her sensitive skin before pressing them down and sucking harshly to draw blood to the surface. I had never marked Vicky's skin, but I wanted to now. I wanted her to blush at the memory of me when people pointed it out, and I wanted people to know she would let me.

  Vicky shifted her head, giving me more access to her beautiful skin. She grew weaker with the overwhelming emotion my lips caused her, and I felt her grip on my biceps tighten.

  It didn't take long before we both grew needy, I grabbed hold of the hem of Vicky's shirt, and she arched her back so I could lift it over her head. Her exposed body appeared from beneath the heavy fabric. She was still wearing her thong and bra – she was so stunning. It didn't matter what you told her to wear, she always pulled it off.

  Vicky reached for my shirt – pulling the long-sleeved, white fabric over my head – and tossed it across the room. I shook my head, adjusting my haircut before taking my hand through them. Vicky's hands were rested against my chest as she peered at my tattoos; she couldn't take her eyes of my body. I knew I was well-built, but it was still an ego-booster.

  “You have such a gorgeous body,” Vicky told me in a whisper.

  However, her voice was still loud enough to hear. A soft smile appeared on my face at her sweet words. Vicky barely gave me compliments – we were always joking around and irritating each other – so getting a genuine compliment from her melted my heart. I may sound like a girl right now, but it was how I felt about her. She drove me insane.

  Sure, I wanted to take Vicky right here – on her couch – but today I preferred the dining table. Vicky could've argued, but she was going to take it whichever way I decided to give it to her.

  I grabbed Vicky around her waist, lifting her so she could wrap her legs around my waist. I walked over to the dining table, and I placed her on it. She was sitting on the edge, and I was standing between her legs. I didn't waste any time before crashing my lips to hers in a heated kiss, full of passion and need.

  I felt Vicky's small fingers tugging at my belt, forcefully pulling the leather from the buckle. She unbuttoned my jeans and yanked the zipper down as quickly as she could.

  She was eager, and it turned me on to see how sex–crazed she had become. I grabbed the side of her thong with my right hand, wrapping my arm around her back with my left to lift her from the table so I could slip the material down her legs.

  Vicky always gave me an innocent look, and that was fucking sexy.

  My bulge was pressed against her soaking core. I held Vicky by her neck, angling her head up to me so she wouldn't be able to stop our intense making out session. She was so good at driving me insane.

  I have fucked an insurmountable number of women, but none of them made me feel like this. I threw them away, send them to my friend, or just stopped our contact. Sometimes I would lie about my first name so they couldn't find me.

  Vicky had me in a way no one ever had before, she completely had me.

  Neither of us had any clothes on anymore, and I was looking at Vicky with all-consuming desire. I traced my index finger over her exposed body. Her features were unbelievably and outstandingly perfect. Vicky brought me back to the real world when she grabbed my arms and pulled me closer to her. She crashed her lips to mine, and I wanted to taste her badly. Our tongues touched each other frequently, and I held Vicky protectively. I wanted to be the only one who could enjoy her body so much.

  When we stopped making out, Vicky pushed herself further onto the table. I licked my lips at the sight of her laying herself down on the table in front of me. I placed my hands on her thighs and squeezed them softly. I moved my hands up, playfully brushing her sensitive bundle of nerves before withdrawing. A soft whimper left her mouth, and it became apparent that she was at her most vulnerable. Perfect.

  I knew I was already hard, and that I was so ready to be inside of her. I remembered the first time we made love in my office, and it felt like she got more beautiful each day. She was getting more and more perfect in my eyes, and I didn't know how that was even possible. I was lucky enough to be with her right now.

  I pushed her legs further open, and I slid her a bit closer to me. I slipped myself into her entrance, and I started to thrust softly. I could see Vicky closing her eyes in pleasure, just from the soft thrusts I was making. It was strange for me to start so peacefully with thrusting inside of someone, but I knew I wanted to build everything up perfectly. I wanted to make Vicky feel good, and myself obviously.

  “Hadrian,” Vicky breathed out heavily. “Move faster, please.”

  A shiver went down my spine when she spoke the words. Her wish was my command.

  So I started thrusting extremely hard inside of her body. The moans were falling graciously out of her mouth. She held the sides of the table so tightly, that I could see the veins in her arms bulging prominently.

  Her body was hot like mine, we were both sweating profusely. My blood was boiling, pumping hot through my veins. We both needed more from each other – this wasn't enough.

  My eyes were focused on her body that was laying wholly exposed on the table. Her chest rising and falling with every breath she took, and her breasts were entirely visible to the eye. I was holding her thighs incredibly tight, but I removed my grip to squeeze her breast. I reared up over Vicky, and I saw that her eyes were shut wh
ile I kept repeating my actions. She was consumed by me, as I was by her.

  “Baby,” I breathed out heavily. My voice was deep while I spoke to her. I saw goosebumps appear on her warm body, her body reacting to the husky sound of my voice. “Damn,” I groaned.

  She just nodded her head, not comprehending what I was saying to her because her body wouldn't allow her to focus.

  “So wet,” I said.

  I squeezed her thighs out of the desire that streamed through my bare body. I felt sweat accumulating on my lower back while I was standing here, making love again with the woman I wanted to do it the most with. One of her hands took mine, and she moved it to the point we were connected. I could see the chills rake up her body at my touch, her body unable to take it.

  “Touch yourself, baby,” I demanded her. She didn't hesitate before bringing her fingers down to her sensitized nerves. The way she came in contact with her own skin, made me so turned on. She looked awfully hot, and it was scary how someone could be so outstandingly perfect like her. “Damn, baby,” I spoke.

  “Hadrian.” Vicky breathed out.

  Her voice was making me go weak. I kept thrusting into her, and the feeling that was streaming continuously through my body was magnificent. I took Vicky's hand away from her private area, and I pinned her hand above her head. I intertwined our fingers, and I saw Vicky looking me straight in the eye.

  The only position we have used so far was her lying beneath me, but I knew that more would come. We would do everything to get as close to each other as we could. We were both enjoying the energy that appeared when we were psychically close.

  “Come for me, babe,” I told her.

  She nodded while biting her lip immediately. She was so hot while doing that. She arched her back a couple of times, making me moan at the change of position. I knew my muscles in my back were tensed, and that was because of the way she made me feel over and over again. I knew that it didn't matter if I took her on the dining table, couch, bed, or maybe just in a damn chair. She would always find a way to please me a hundred percent.