by Layla Arts
“I always thought I would end up alone but it doesn’t bother me anymore,” Hadrian said. He looked down and chuckled slightly before meeting my eyes again. “You’ll never end up alone, babe. I won’t let that happen.”
I smiled before lightly pecking Hadrian on the lips.
“No worries, Vicks.” Hadrian gave me an assuring smile back. “Now, I haven’t seen you take a picture yet. Are you wearing that camera for show, or do you want to put it to use?” He pointed at the Nikon hanging around my neck.
“I am not. I just haven’t been inspired yet,” I told him. Hadrian took the camera in his hand, examining it.
“I never knew you owned a camera; everyone just uses their phones,” he pointed out.
“I kept it away most of the time. It was expensive, so I don’t want to break it.”
“Can I borrow it for a minute?” Hadrian asked me nicely, putting his dimples on display. I handed it to Hadrian; his mouth turned into a warm smile.
He got up, and I looked at him confusingly, what the hell was he going to do?
“Sir! Excuse me.” Hadrian said aloud, walking over to a man that appeared to be walking with his wife. “Would you mind taking a photo of us?” Hadrian asked the old man nicely. I saw the man nodding, and Hadrian explained quickly how the camera worked.
He walked back to me, excitement clear in his eyes.
“What have you done?” I asked him, not trying to show that I had heard him asking the man.
“Because you haven’t taken a photo yet today, he is going to take a picture of us,” Hadrian informed me cheerfully. A huge grin spread across his face as he slipped his arm around my waist, and I rested mine on his chest.
“Oh okay,” I said while smiling widely.
The flash went off unexpectedly, and we both turned to look at the old man who was showing his wife the picture he had taken. She smiled brightly and instructed him to take another one, while we were both paying attention.
We posed in front of the fountain as the man took several shots.
“I think I have one that may be right,” the man told us hesitantly.
I giggled and stepped toward him. “Thank you, sir.”
“No worries. Go on you two lovebirds.” the man told us with a wink, and I blushed.
“Have they turned out well?” Hadrian asked me curiously. He watched over my shoulder as I flicked through the pictures the man took.
I smiled brightly as I got to the picture of us staring at each other. It was something straight out of a movie, or a novel. We were in love, entirely consumed by each other. Hadrian kissed my temple when he saw the picture I was staring at.
“That one’s perfect,” Hadrian pointed out, wrapping his arms around my waist, and resting his head on my shoulder.
“Let's make Christmas cards to give to our families. We can use that picture,” he whispered in the crook of my neck.
“You want to give people a picture of us?” I asked hesitantly.
“Mmmhmm. I want everyone to know that you’re my girl.”
25
Vicky West
Our last day in New York was filled with packing and sleeping. Hadrian and I had both gotten the rest we deserved and the trip we both had wanted to go on for so long. The flight back to Los Angeles was awful; I didn’t know if I could leave New York behind. Nonetheless, I felt more than delighted to be back with him.
The drive to my house from the airport was over in a blink of an eye. Hadrian intertwined his hand in mine while he paid attention to the road, running his thumb over the soft skin on the back of my hand. Music played softly from the radio while the car glided over the road. The darkness of the city at this time of the night was paired with the city lights that were shining brightly as if reflecting my own feelings.
I had my head rested against the window, fighting off sleep. After the trip to New York, I was left pretty exhausted; my body longed for some sleep in my own bed.
We pulled up at my house, and I stepped out of Hadrian’s Bentley. He held my suitcase, and we both made our way up to my apartment.
We knew we had to be silent for Miss Berch because I wanted to please her after all. I had to hold in my laughter when Hadrian frequently poked a finger into my side, giggling like a child. I reached my apartment and opened the door immediately, grateful to be home. Hadrian set the suitcase aside, and I closed the door behind the two of us, sighing relief.
Out of nowhere, hands wrapped around my waist and hoisted me off of the ground, I squealed loudly at the sudden contact.
“Be silent, Vicks. We don’t want to wake the neighbor,” he whispered into my ear, his voice low and dripping with lust.
Chills ran down my spine as the words resonated in the air. He was still holding me tightly, and soon I noticed that he was moving towards my bedroom. With his elbow, he flicked on the light and placed me on the bed carefully.
Hadrian stared at me, transfixed, as I sat on my knees in front of him and slowly let my teeth sink into my bottom lip, my eyes fluttering shut at the erotic thought of his hands all over me. His pupils were blown wide, and he reached his arm out so that his thumb traced gently across my lips.
“May I?” he asked me, eyes flickering down to my mouth.
“Yes, please,” I confirmed with a soft giggle at the end.
Hadrian positioned himself closer to me, moving his hands down my body and leaving goosebumps in their path. His plump lips forced onto mine and he kissed me so passionately I could feel it from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hair.
His hands squeezed my waist as if encouraging me, and I moved to hold his face in my hands while I pressed my lips further onto his. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and the incredible desire to get closer returned instantly. I loved being so close to him like this, like we were the only two people on the face of the earth and nobody else mattered; it was only us in each other’s mind.
I pressed Hadrian back, and he scooted over so his back was against the headboard and I was straddling his lap. Breaking the kiss for a few seconds to catch my breath, he pecked kisses down the hot skin of my neck and paid extra attention to my pulse point.
He placed his hand on the back of my head and brought my lips back to his, the burning sensation erupting yet again. We had been making out for a good two minutes now, and his hand roamed under my sweater slowly. I let him do it; he was no stranger to me. To make it easier for him, I stopped kissing him and pulled my top off, tossing it to the ground. Hadrian followed shortly after, looking grateful for the newly exposed territory.
Hadrian’s large hands stayed steady on my waist, and I didn’t think before I pressed my body down against his bulge. He moaned loudly, obscenely, into my mouth at the pleasure the pressure added. His hands changed their position; they were now on my hips.
“So entertaining,” Hadrian groaned, moving my hips faster against him using his hands.
“Shut up and keep kissing me,” I demanded.
I wanted him so badly right now, but I was going to do something in return for him since he had given me a lot the past few days. I knew that I had thanked him countless times and that he got annoyed every time I did, but it felt wrong if I didn’t; like maybe he would feel I didn’t appreciate his gift when I did.
“You want to be in control, don’t you?” Hadrian remarked, breaking the kiss.
I smirked at him, confirming his suspicions, and pressed his lips to mine. My hands raked through his hair, tugging gently on the strands like I knew he liked. His grip on my body was hard, and I moaned against his lips when he deepened the kiss.
“Maybe,” I replied, attempting to sound unaffected though it proved to be useless as I couldn’t even out my breathing.
However, I was eager to tease Hadrian a bit, so I moved my hands down to his bulge. It was evident he was pleased by my touch; his hips rose toward my hand when I stroked seductively over him. He had been touching me frequently, and he made me go insane over again. Now it was my time to please him
to the max. I was used to unbuckling his belt, so that action happened pretty fast.
“You’re turning me on,” Hadrian spoke against my lips once we stopped kissing. He trailed his hand through my hair and leaned further to kiss my jawline repeatedly. He sucked on my flesh now and then, knowingly marking my body with his love bites. It was hard for me to focus on making Hadrian come undone if he was touching me like this, so intimately.
“That’s the purpose of doing this,” I replied in a smooth whisper, though my façade of nonchalance ended as I breathed out, “Hadrian.” I moaned hoarsely as he licked my skin. He proceeded further with marking me, and it was evident by the small amount of pain that he wanted to have a certain spot marked perfectly. And with his sharp biting and harsh sucking, it was understandable that it had worked out.
“You’re so hot like this.” Hadrian observed while stroking my cheek, “Sometimes you look so innocent, and it makes me want to fuck you even harder.”
His words weren’t normal to hear, but I didn’t mind at all. The vulgarity of his statement was such a turn on when we were so close and careless with each other’s bodies.
“Let me, Hadrian,” I spoke, and he stopped kissing me. His fingers traced down my arms several times. Hadrian lifted himself up a bit so that I could pull his pants down. It was easier than I thought it would be. I think I was used to getting his skinny jeans off at this time. Hadrian was helping me by shoving the last part of his jeans off his feet. “I love you,” I said earnestly while I placed a kiss on his jawline.
“Damn, baby, I love you too,” Hadrian whispered back.
I moved my fingers over him tauntingly. I knew that Hadrian didn’t see the fun in teasing him, but he had to feel it too. His boxer briefs were tight around his crotch, and I grinned victoriously. When I pulled down his underwear, his length appeared and slapped against his stomach. It was incredibly large, and even now, after seeing it so many times, it still astounded me.
My hand wrapped around him automatically, moving slowly up and down his silky skin. Hadrian’s eyes fluttered shut, and he rested his head against the headboard. I smirked at his vulnerable state, leaning down to press wet kisses against it.
My hand was following a specific rhythm. Hadrian kept moaning my name frequently because of the desire I was giving him with every simple movement. Leaning down, I licked the entirety of his length, causing him to sift a hand through my hair as he groaned huskily.
“Look at me,” he demanded strictly.
My eyes met his. The sexual tension was nearly palpable. From cuddly and playful, we could turn into human beings who longed to be touched by each other. I was satisfied that I could give him such pleasure.
His glans came in contact again with my tongue, and I stopped sucking him. I went further with a hand job so that I could fully focus on Hadrian’s face now.
But when Hadrian started moving his hips, I started to taste him again. I pushed him back down into the mattress when he kept moving, showing him that he needed to stay in his previous position. He had it hard with me being in control once, but I loved to see him so touched by my movements. He became such a different person when he couldn’t control this. When he couldn’t control me at all.
Hadrian’s breathing became more uncontrolled by the times I moved his length. My lips were still around him, and I knew that if I kept going with this, he would eventually release everything.
“Babe,” Hadrian muttered with pain bleeding through his voice. The feeling was becoming overwhelming for him. I started to lick his length repeatedly while looking him in the eyes. He stared down at me, and I knew he would not be able to keep it together any longer if I kept playing around with his hormones like this.
It pleased me that he was making me know I made him feel good. Because after all, that was what I wanted to reach in the end. Hadrian brought his hand to his face out of the ball of excitement that was almost going to explode in his body. His chest moved higher, and I saw him coming to the final decision to release or not.
“Christ, Vicks, deep throat me,” Hadrian begged me in panic. His voice was harsh, rough, and extremely sexual. He was absolutely longing for my touches, and he held the sheets strongly between his fingertips. I moved my mouth further around him, and I made sure he got what he wanted. It was understandable that Hadrian was coming undone instantly when the back of my throat came in contact with his length.
“Vicks, baby, fuck, fuck, yes,” Hadrian moaned very loudly when he came undone in my mouth.
I cleaned my mouth, and I finished him with my hand.
When I was well aware that Hadrian was done with releasing everything, I pulled his briefs back up. Hadrian bit his bottom lip when he felt the fabric from his brief coming in contact with his bulge. A soft whimper left his mouth when he realized I was done with pleasuring him.
I placed my legs beside him, and I sat down slowly onto his length. A huff came from his lips when my center touched his bulge. I felt that his forehead was sticky, and his back was definitely covered with sweat, too. I placed a peck on his forehead when he sat here in front of me. His cheeks were flushed, and he was absolutely ripped by the euphoria that had just taken over his body.
“Welcome back to Los Angeles, Hadrian.”
***
I woke up with the massive amount of butterflies in my stomach. Rolling over, I grinned happily when I remembered the activities that had taken place between Hadrian and I. He was now at the Empire, so I was absolutely accepting that he didn’t see me right now in this happy state. It could have come across as a bit creepy maybe.
I smelled Hadrian’s scent in the pillow that laid next to my head. These past days with Hadrian were one of the most beautiful days I had to receive in years. New York was everything that I wanted to witness, and that had actually happened. I was lucky to have a great company, and it made this small trip then thousand times better. The Christmas days were one of the most romantic days, and Hadrian surely made it clear to me that they were made to share love and be in love.
But after having a fantastic and exciting vacation, it was time to work again. Even though I was in the mood to dance again, I also was reliving everything in my head from New York. Hadrian had managed to take over my mind with the everything we did. It was quite sad that he had to leave earlier to see the doctor, but it was better than letting him suffer here in bed.
Two hours after I orally appeased Hadrian, he felt a bit sick. He had quite a temperature, and that wasn’t because he had come undone. He also had informed me that peeing was hurting him as well when he came back from the bathroom. I was confused by his sudden pain, but I told him that visiting a doctor was something he should do.
Hadrian left early in the morning to his house, because I was going back to the Empire. We were going to get everything ready for tonight, and spending time with Red was better than with an ill Hadrian. I wanted him to go to the doctor, since I didn’t trust it to let him stay at home. I wouldn’t even permit him to work this afternoon.
When I arrived at the club, it felt a bit odd that Hadrian wasn’t here. It was his everything, and the most likely at any time attended the rehearsals to see if we were indeed geared up like we assumed to be. But I knew it was accomplishable to be without Hadrian for a day. Sometimes we needed to have some privacy and time for ourselves.
As I walked into the Empire, I saw already a few dancers warming up. I made my way to the dressing room, and I settled down. I grabbed my dancing apparel, and I stripped my dress down. When I made a ponytail, I saw Red walking inside of the dressing room. She greeted me in a jiffy with a bullnecked hug from behind which made me almost fall.
“I’ve missed you, cocksucker.” Red beamed when she was holding me.
How ironic, my subconscious said.
“Nice to see you too, Red,” I replied, and she laughed noticeably. I saw her preparing her desk with her belongings. “How have you past days been?” I asked her nicely, showing some interest.
“Inexp
licable,” she said. “I have not been getting laid for a while, so I better get someone this evening or tomorrow.” I shook my head when she told me this. “But after all, I am healthy. That is in all likelihood more important than my desires.”
It was glad to have a little chat with Red this morning.
But I couldn’t help but think back how it would be with Hadrian. He was in a lot of pain last night, so it wasn’t unearthly that I was wondering how he was feeling. That didn’t mean I wasn’t attentive to Red, because that was by all odds, one of my favorite things to do. Red always narrates exciting life stories.
“I am never going to get children,” Red suddenly proclaimed. I turned my chair around and frowned at her. She saw my reflection in the mirror. She sighed boomingly, and she took a sip from her bottle.
“Why not?”
“Because I simply said ‘hi’ to a little boy, and he started crying deafeningly. I did nothing fallacious, and then I tried to calm him down.”
“And did it work out?”
“Obviously not, because his mother pulled him away and she mumbled that I was a mutant!” Red exclaimed, “If there wasn’t a child with her, I would let my fist show that I am definitely not a mutant. I am completely conventional, and I am sorry that I cannot get along with children.”
“Maybe this child was just a hard to get social with,” I assured her.
“Ask his mother,” Red scoffed, and I laughed.
I returned back to my mirror, and I started to get everything sorted out. I wanted to think how I wanted to cover my face tonight. Since the theme for this evening was Classic, we were demanded to wear white and, mostly black tonight. My outfit for this evening was definitely one of my favorites. It had something nostalgic. It reminded me of my favorite actresses who played these roles so well.
It was time to get ready for the show. I had been feeling so prepared to get up the stage and perform. Red helped me with closing my corset. I slipped in my high-heels, which were way too elevated, and I didn’t even deduce how I managed to dance on it.
